[ The room is BRIGHT YELLOW, as all the rooms you will enter are. Black tiles make up the floor, changing to your unit's color when pressure is placed on them. There is a button in the very center of the room standing on a podium; it's slightly smaller than palm-sized.]
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Hallucinations - Sabre, cw bone breaking
You’re stronger, you’re braver, you’re definitely cooler. So why? Why does it feel like you can never win. You stare at a mirror, staring at yourself wearing a suit. She’s smiling at you, and you punch the glass in anger. Even in this world, you are always worth less than those around you.
Even your unit doesn’t like you, right? You’re not [_________]. They have friends and lovers all over the place now, but you? You’re just [weak] a cat, and you’re seen as nothing more than a pet. You know because you watched them protect Kohime instead of protecting you. You should have expected this. And yet. Maybe you’ll never learn.
The face of Shadow Weaver appears in your mind, mouth widening into a smile that shows how clearly she sees the truth: you’re nothing more than a broken toy.
Well fine.
You’ll just kill all of them.
And you do. It means putting up a fight of course, and it isn’t easy. It leaves you with broken ribs, broken hands, deep claw marks from the one who shares your face. It will certainly leave a scar. Still, with every battle you win, the feeling never leaves you.
Instead, you’re just more and more lonely.
Because not a single one of them saw you. No one looked you in the eyes when you delivered that final blow.
Effects
Physical:
> Deep claw marks
> Broken hands
> Broken ribs
Non-Physical:
> A desire to fight whomever you see
> Extreme loneliness
> Invisible to someone (you can choose who)