idolpro | Tsukiakari's Ideal world

[ When you come to, you find yourself inside some sort of theater. There are no seats, but the stage in front of you is lit up. Though the background that’s been put there is most definitely fake, the light of the moon, the movement of the trees and the petals scattered in the wind seem incredibly real, so much so that it’s easy to question whether it truly is background or not.

You feel sleepy, still, but you’ve been slumbering for far too long and something inside you is telling you to get up. Go out. You have to wake up. There are tears running down your face, but you might be too distracted to notice them, because soon enough you hear music coming from somewhere.

For a moment, at the center of the stage you can see a shadowy figure dancing under the moonlight. As it fades away, unmistakable, you can hear Tsukiakari’s narrating voice. ]

"You were born with a face fairer than any other.
You were divinely created, but you were cast aside like worthless dross."

"You are a failure. Too fragile to be a tool or a human. But this is a story after all, and you’re the one who will choose the way it unfolds. Write it all from scratch or stick to the script - it's up to you after all."

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I would much rather eat a corpse than fuck a corpse... [ said MATTER OF FACTLY. ] But breeding aside would you even want to mate with something like me? [ since he brought it up and managed to throw pentium for 1 million loops. ]

You're annoying and irritating. You'd have to court me.

I am not. I'm interesting and thicc. [ starts herding him further into the field, a pseudo stage appearing out of nowhere. there's also a piano! ]

Oh? So that's what you want to do now? Trying to woo me?

Not right now. [ shakes his head. ] But this is when you seem most happy... [ he approaches the piano and climbs his big ass onto the seat, setting his claws on the keys that definitely seem much larger than normal piano keys. ] But I have been practicing. [ and he just starts to play this. ]

[ ... well. it seems to work well enough, because for once he's quiet, just listening, and actually looking content.

Good job Pentium, he will listen to his performance ]

[ he'll play it all for him. just let the melody of the song do all the talking that needs be done. once he's finished he turns, the piano just vanishing, and the stool beneath his ass disappearing too, so he's walking about over to scaramouche. ]

I thought you might like it. [ gently nudges him with his snout. ] Shall we go?

... Yes. We can go now.

[ and he will hold his hand out to him ]

[ just licks his hand, because what else is he supposed to do with it. ]

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