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Venus shakily hobbled over to Milk-Chan’s room, careful not to move anything out of its place. Her aim was to come in, bother the girl she loved as means to claim her, and then exit. After all, there were several more Mariana trenches to be found underground. Her work was far, far from over. Currently Milk-Chan was standing around, speaking to herself. “Well she said she’d be here in 9 minutes…it’s now been 9 minutes and 53 seconds..do you think she got into an accident?” [You should check behind yourself.” “Now why would I do that silly! We’re talking right now…” She trailed off, continuing to speak to someone she just referred to as “player.” While they weren’t visible, Vena never minded her conversing with them. [You really should check.] “Well now I’m not going to!” Milk-Chan stuck her tongue out slightly at the wall, closing her eyes idly. Venus couldn’t help but stare, less out of confusion, but more in admiration. She loved her messy yet fluffy, rich chocolate colored hair, the sweet and gentle way in which she spoke, her soft, pasteled red eyes, her mannerisms and way of speaking which seemed to trail on for longer than needed..though to her it was always needed. Instead of saying anything, she chose to sit down criss-cross applesauce, idling by bouncing her legs, ignoring the way that her fresher cuts stung as she moved.
[I insist you look behind.] “Will you leave me alone if you do?” She huffed, rolling her eyes slightly. [Sure.] At this, Milk-Chan finally turned, glancing at Venus, who was staring with the world's most intense smile and eye contact. She turned back around, staring at the wall hesitantly. “Do you have to actually leave…I’m not sure what to do without you…” [I’m not going anywhere.] “…Well?” There was a brief pause of silence. [“Just say hi, idiot.”] “Meanie…” Despite that she turned around to face Venus, crouching down to her level before sitting on her sleeping bag, extending a hand. “HI.” Venus stated it rather intensely, twitching some as she rapidly shook her girlfriend’s hand, ignoring how strangely robotic the interaction felt. “God told me a secret. Do you want to hear it?” She tilted her head towards Milk-Chan, the religious scriptures of tassels on her Psychopomp bouncing slightly. Milk-Chan wordlessly nodded, spacing out slightly as Venus started rambling incoherently. She just as quickly stopped however, pulling out a hammer covered in rust and dried blood, smacking it against her helmet a few times. “..Something’s wrong with it.” She huffed in a gruff manner, scratching at part of the heaving rusted metal, eventually flicking open a small panel. Milk-Chan watched with her widened, reddish pink eyes, laying down as she did so. [“What is wrong with her?”] “Only the good things!” [“What.”]
“Something..something is wrong it’s..” Venus’ neony teal eyes darted across the room wildly as she fidgeted with the metal, pricking her fingers some but ignoring the blood which pooled out of them. Eventually she reached some of the wiring, tugging on one of them before….the helmet sparked slightly, the antenna on it quivering some. She howled loudly in pain, doubling over onto her arms and knees, gripping at the floor with whittled and dirty nails. “SOMETHINGISWEONGSOMETNINGISQEONGSOMETHINGISQRONGZOMETHINGIS” She felt like vomiting as she screeched the words out, the electricity pulsated through her mind so rapidly, taking over her body, leaving her vulnerable and shaking, tears uncontrollably flowing from her sockets. Milk-Chan looked across the room wildly, confusion and terror filling her as she silently mouthed several confused “huh?”’s to the player. [“I cannot help with this.”] [“My best advice is comfort her.”]
She moved closer to Vena, watching as she continued jerking uncontrollably, shivering, bawling her eyes out. It was the first time she’d seen her cry, and admittedly it was odd to see. This supposed almost god-like figure, with her own disciples, prophecies, everything, was curled on the floor, a writhing mess. “T..There..there..? Milk-Chan cautiously asked, reaching a hand out to rub Venus’ back. However, the blonde instead quickly grabbed her arm, pulling herself upright with it and clinging onto it, nuzzling her face on the arm. “D…don’t..don’t…l..let me….go…” Venus continued gripping onto Milk-Chan with one arm, moving her other arm to be holding her torso, still violently shaking. “..I won’t let you let go…” She mumbled hoarsely as she buried her head into her shoulder, clinging on for dear life. Milk-Chan was still unsure of what to say, but allowed this to happen. [“Did you hurt her?”] “No..why would I do something like that?” [“…”]
Milk-Chan attempted to remove the helmet from Venus, resulting in her aggressively swatting away her hand. “..Dont remove it..I can’t..I can’t see….without it…” Her grip tightened on her lover, though her shaking and crying seemed to be slowing. “..You’re doing good honey….” She almost mumbled the words, rubbing small circles on her boney back. Vena continued to whine as the helmet slowly finished its shock cycle, all of her jittering somehow seeming to fit whatever wire was loose back into its original position. “There ya go…good girl…” She continued caressing her, reaching a hand under her helmet in weak attempts to pet her. [“Why are you treating her like a dog?”] “Because she likes it!” Vena let out a soft “bwoof” esc noise, finally settling down into her lap, but refusing to release her grip on Milk-Chan’s arm. “Why don’t you let me go?” She asked carefully, tilting her head towards the side. Venus stared up, her smile returning with intensity. “Because you’re mine…because if I have to fight for you I’m going to kill for you…you’re mine..” Milk-Chan wasn’t sure if it was meant to be threatening or romantic. [“You finally found someone just as insane as you.”]
“…”
[“So now you’re ignoring me?”]
[“Real mature.”]
Venus’ grip on Milk-Chan’s arm loosened some as she relaxed, rubbing her head slightly against her body. She ignored the fact that she smelled entirely of rusty piping, or the fact that her chest may now be cut up due to her strange form of affection. She simply enjoyed the time spent holding her.