And, somehow it doesn't go as terribly as it should. Probably because it's not nearly as bad as half the shit Sayori saw and dreamed about in Wonderland.
Still, she startles awake sharply, bolting upright in her seat. The illusion dissipates so smoothly around her that it'd be hard for anyone to tell anything just happened. Unless, like Nana, they're sitting right next to Sayori, and can see how abruptly she went from smiling and attentive to panicked and slightly pale, the corners of her expression pinched like she's hearing something way too loud.
Which she is, in her brain, and she glances around frantically trying to determine the source before her eyes finally land on Nana with a clear question in them: do you hear that?]
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And, somehow it doesn't go as terribly as it should. Probably because it's not nearly as bad as half the shit Sayori saw and dreamed about in Wonderland.
Still, she startles awake sharply, bolting upright in her seat. The illusion dissipates so smoothly around her that it'd be hard for anyone to tell anything just happened. Unless, like Nana, they're sitting right next to Sayori, and can see how abruptly she went from smiling and attentive to panicked and slightly pale, the corners of her expression pinched like she's hearing something way too loud.
Which she is, in her brain, and she glances around frantically trying to determine the source before her eyes finally land on Nana with a clear question in them: do you hear that?]