Re: Stuff Changes, And I Hate Change. [Junko/Sunshine] [CLOSED]

Mon May 29, 2017 1:28 pm

The Silent Magpie

JUNKO ASTILLON

Stuff Changes, And I Hate Change. [Junko/Sunshine] [CLOSED] - Page 2 6EdIfMt

Junko inhaled and exhaled softly, her body completely composed and relaxed. This was the most relaxed the girl had ever been in her life, even more than when Arianda gave her a feeling of calm and pleasure. Her mind was active though, sinking deeper and deeper into utter despair. She had forced herself to stop tearing up, keeping her red eyes shut as instructed. She had accepted it; she was awful, and there was no changing or saving her... Her mind was in some morbid sense of ease, knowing she would face repercussions for her "crime". She heard this man's voice once more, this crack of moonlight that showed her the way in the darkness of her mind, that showed her the cruelty of her actions.

"Yes..." She had replied, unknowingly breathing in more of the pink mist, that gave her body such ease, such comfort... Even if she knew she was breathing in this, she would still inhale, to allow it into her body. Though she had accepted she was filthy, she accepted whatever this man would generously give her. She couldnt push him out; that would be awful... She was completely mentally delirious, completely snipped away from reality by this man.

Junko felt relief as she felt she was finally going to get what she deserved for doing this to these people... That...
The instant a sharp pain hit her forehead, the sound similar to an airplane taking off in her head, she partially snapped back into reality. Not only did she feel something sharp on her scalp, she felt it go in... Quite deep as well. In a moment of panic, her eyes shot open, a hand darting to her forehead before she flinched, moving her hand down. It felt like touching salt to an open wound, her taking a look at her hand. She was in shock, seeing blood on it. She felt a warm liquid trickle down from her head to by her eye, seeing red at the edge of her vision. She swore she heard noises in her head as well. She felt up her skull, feeling frightened as what the man had did to her, but she slowly looked to him as he had asked her about the pain.

She felt fear swim in her chest along with the pleasant fuzzies, but reality had been brought to her once more. She was thinking about disagreeing, and had the desire to inch away from him, but she was struck with a terrible pain in her head. She persisted the thought, but the pain only got worse... She held her head, letting out agonized groans as her head dipped. She shivered, tears coming from her eyes. Was... Disagreeing bad? Did that cause this? She groaned, and completely abandoned the thought of disagreeing. She felt a little.. Iffy in the head. It was slightly harder to focus, to keep track all of a sudden... Soon she slowly raised her head, smiling gently at the man.
"I... Agree. It was liberating, thank you..." She was instantly met with gratifying pleasure, which overshadowed the pain she had felt. She almost began drooling from how wonderful she felt. She had no idea she was being reprogramed without her knowledge through this, not a single guess.
"Junko... Junko Astillon." She replied to the man, being much more accepting of his presence, "Our... Goddess? Khala?" She asked, tilting her head to the side, confusion marked on her face, "I didn't know there was a goddess.. I didnt even think tha-tha-..." She had scratched the side of her head through the whole process of speaking, as if trying to get whatever was making noises in her head out. She had occasionally switched sides of scratching, her eye twitching from discomfort. "I-I... Itch-Itch..." She had mistaken what she heard in her skull for some sort of itching, trying vigorously to relieve it.

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Mon May 29, 2017 3:23 pm

The Silent Magpie

JUNKO ASTILLON

"A... A blessing..?"

That was right... He wouldn't want to harm her in any way... He was guiding her, leading her towards her destiny. Though... She had no clue what that destiny was, and with what she was being mentally corrected towards, she didn't care. Her thoughts constantly slipped gears, thinking one thing, firmly against this feeling of safety and warmth, just to be swamped with a feeling and foundation of trust forming for this marshmallow headed man. Even so she subconsciously held onto some form of resistence against him, she didn't quite wholy accept him into her head, into her life...

She gripped her head, letting out a gentle bout of noise. Persisting the thought seemed to make it worse, so she cut the thoughts off as soon as she realized it. She felt the pleasure once more, panting gently. Just as she had been mentally corrected, she heard the man speak; he said to allow her body to feel the way it wishes. She felt far more compliant and willing to listen, releasing any mental restraints keeping her from enjoying the warm, comforting feeling swirling inside of her. She let the feeling of utter pleasure take full hold over her, the girl drooling quite a copious amount from the sides of her lips. She trembled with joy, hugging herself to be able to keep herself pinned, though quite loosely, to reality. The taste of blood hit her mouth, but that didn't stop her from making light chuckles, which caused her body to shake just a little more with each.

Though these feelings and tingles of pleasure did not prevent her from listening to this man, absolutely not. She heard every melodious, wonderful tune each of his words. She followed the man over to the statue, soon unable to keep her eyes off of it. She didn't regard it with stress and worry, in fact the eye seemed far more inviting. She kept her dull, moony gaze on it as she had stood close next to Sunshine. She heard him, listened to him about this goddess, Khala. She sounded so kind and accepting, even of filth like her...

But what if he was lying?

Pain wracked her skull as the thought floated by, not even giving it a chance to fully take a subject in her head before she kiled it, feeling the pleasantness once more. How dare she think he lied... How dare she...
She looked up at Sunshine with her calm, distant expression, smiling gently at him.
"Of course I wish to." She replied, "I would like to know more about her... Though this statue.." She looked up at it, sighing gently.
"W-we-.. I want to know more of it... I believe w- I misjudged it.." A hand lightly trailed down the side of her face as she tried to mentally get a grip; Her mind was splitting apart at the seams.

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Tue May 30, 2017 12:33 pm

The Silent Magpie

JUNKO ASTILLON

The girl's near vacant gaze lingered among the statue as the man had momentarily held her close, exhaling more of the strange pink mist for her to inhale. Though she could now witness what she was doing, she no longer cared. If he had attempted this when they first encountered, she'd have bolted. But now, now she was simply whittled down into a vulnerable pulp. She simply inhaled it, accepting whatever this man wished for her to take. She continued to giggle, momentarily slipping into pain ever so often, but these bits of pain grew farther and farther apart with each flinch, and she seemed to appear happier with each relief.

"T-True to ourselves- myself..." She was visibly slipping, showing far less resistence to this man, the doubt and worries slowly being erased. Though she could still hear the scratching and squelching in her head, she began to flat out not care of it, ignoring it much like how the brain ignores the nose despite being in one's field of vision. Though, she knew something was wrong, with herself deep down. She felt like her mind was splitting, like she was losing her identity, but the task at hand helped her ignore it.

"Y-yes..." She spoke in a whispery tone to the male. She wanted that certainty of being accepted, of being cared about... Her mind flashed her with images of failed attempts at happiness through beliefs in a last ditch effort to prevent this man from pulling the strings he had tied to her.
Though, she was so deluded it only fueled the fire. That they weren't the way to happiness...
"We be... Accepted... I-we-we-we wish t-to... Follow..." She heard a few bits of chatter in her head that wasn't present before, a small conversation about the task at hand, nothing huge or quarreling.
Her eyes appeared slightly unfocused and vacant, bearing a smile which lost touch of reality.

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Thu Jun 01, 2017 1:20 pm

The Silent Magpie

JUNKO ASTILLON

Junko's mental state was incredibly unstable due to... She didn't quite know. Deep in her mind she knew something was wrong, very, very wrong, but she couldn't touch on how. Her resistance was much, much weaker than before, she didn't even realize why she had any resistance. This man was so kind... Offering her a better life... Why fight? She can finally be happy... Be safe...

She felt his gentle hand on the back of her neck, not feeling the slightest bit disturbed that he was touching her without permission. She merely felt the warmth of his hand, feeling comfort. In her head echoed further dialogue, but it was very faint, not too distinct from her thoughts, but enough to tell that something else was occupying her head space. Her eye twitched slightly as she was asked by the man why not to simply... Let go and relax.

As she was turned to look at him, something seemed to break through the utter pleasure she felt; A grim expression, absolute darkness in her now hardening red eyes. Her pupils constricted, her body tensing up. Her mind gave her quite a little reminder of why, why she couldn't simply let it all go. Memories flew before her eyes, of heartbreak, of rejection, of tears...
Her eyes began to pool and shine with tears, her lip twitching and becoming a slight pout. She fully turned around to face this man, her body trembling. Her lips twisted into a hope-devoid, depressing smile. Tears came down her face akin to that of a waterfall, her pain truly showing. A shattered look crossed her red eyes, the girl's uneven, shaky breathing hastening to laughter. She pressed her hands against her face, her rather weak laughter picking up and strengthening. It was a sad laugh, a tortured laugh, of a soul who had gone their entire conscious existence suffering.

"I can't..." She showed a rather tooth filled grin at the man, her laughter becoming more lax and broken up, but still would remind one of someone writhing in agony deep down, "I can't relax... I can't accept this kindness... I can't..." Her fingers formed something akin to a cage over her eyes, the red irises bearing constricted black pupils peering at him through them, "B-because... I am a mistake... My ver-very existence... Wasn't... Wanted." Whatever was left of her previous mindset was pouring itself out as of now, "My father a-and mother hated me..." Her hands pressed against her eyes, her weep-laughter continuing, "My brother g-got their love... Simply because he was male..." She seemed oh so close to crumbling, but she persisted, "All who laid eyes on me... K-knew I was a mistake... E-even people who were supposed to help me... Looked at me with those eyes..." Her voice seemed to break, her trembling and pained body slowly dropping her hands from her eyes, sliding down and resting on her cheeks, "Those eyes of utter disgust, of hatred, of repulse..." She got a good look at his eyes, "Don't look at me like that... Why don't you have it..?" Her hands instantly dropped, her expression growing angry as her paranoid thoughts flicked in her head, "Why don't you have it?! Why aren't you looking at me like that! Are you trying to torture me?" She flinched at the pain in her head, groaning a bit, though that didn't stop her from doing her next action.

She had hastily created a gun, though it was very, very warped and even slightly melted looking, not even close to looking like it could function like a gun. It barely even looked like a handgun, the only thing tipping one off being the very edge of the warped looking barrel, the cylinder which barely looked like it could turn, and the trigger which was much much farther down on the handle than it should have been. She instantly pressed it against her forehead, without hesitation pulling the trigger, but only a click went off, which only prompted her to continuously press the trigger. She appeared very very panicked, her breath hastening.
"Why... Why won't it kill me... Just kill me... Please... Just kill me...!" She appeared to beg to the gun, "Just... Just kill me just kill me just kill me just kill me just kill me..." She had utter desperation in her voice, her slowly bending over, "PLEASE JUST KILL ME!" She threw the gun down, breaking out into misery-filled crying, her hands pressed against her face as she sobbed, falling onto her knees, "I DON'T DESERVE ANYTHING SO PLEASE JUST LET ME DIE!"

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Mon Jun 05, 2017 5:36 am

The Silent Magpie

JUNKO ASTILLON

It was like a tornado was swirling around in the girl's head, so many thoughts and memories driving her deep into her own hole she almost crawled out of. She was hyperventilating, her red eyes wide, body trembling. She was frightened when Sunshine had suddenly spoken once more, had asked if she was being tortured by him. She gritted her teeth a bit but had continued on, but felt fear when he suddenly had contact with her collar bone.

She had moved to continue her ranting, until a particular word was seared into her head by the male, like a carefully constructed burn mark.

Oblivion.

It stuck in her head, even as she held the gun to her head. She felt her body move backwards, until it was pressed against the statue, her panting gently, having almost instantly calmed down. The word fluttered around in the girl's head, soon reminding her of death... Was there a point... She didn't think it was a sweet, beautiful, merciful release? That's right... When she was little... So very little and innocent... She was happy. She didn't quite fear much, but she did everything with great care.

The voices had continued to chat in her head as this happened, a gentle laughter heard from one of them. She flinched at the man's words, at the ground shaking. Kill... This self. This... Yes. He was right... She wouldn't be able to go anywhere... Unless this part of her died. This part full of pain and misery; she would never truly be happy if it continued it's existence. She remembered vaguely how she was before... Some sense of self that would save her. She remained silent when he posed his next question, soon slowly looking up at him.

She looked deep into his eyes, Her heart fluttering. Not even a bit of malice existed in them. She teared up staring at him; his eyes were genuine... They didn't hide anything from her, at least from her viewpoint. She could trust these eyes, she could trust him... She wept for a bit, raw emotion getting out, her head hanging as her top was wet with tears.

Soon she had slowly looked up at this man, smiling at him, though it was a hollowed out, but gentle and genuine smile. Pain had left her face and mind.

"I see... Love... And..." She briefly stopped herself, but kept moving, "A future, of sorts- no... A savior... Who's set me towards a future."

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