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The door opened behind her, signalling Poniko to avoid eye contact.
It was always the brown haired girl who came to her room and it was always the brown haired girl who kept messing with the light switch before leaving her room once more. Sometimes, the brown haired girl had a knife in her hand and Poniko eventually felt a piercing agony in her stomach before the world around her turned black. Other times, Poniko could have sworn she saw the brown haired girl stand next to her, staring.
She never said anything and by extension, Poniko never felt the need to say anything back. What a beautifully dysfunctional relationship they've maintained. For a brief moment, Poniko pondered breaking the ice and considered actually talking to her.
Naturally, before she could entertain the notion, the lights in her room went out once more before she heard the door close behind her. A quiet sigh left her as she shook her head. None of this mattered and the world was eventually due to fade away just as suddenly as it came into being, but Poniko began to walk back towards the light switch and flicked it back on before returning to the cushion at the end of the carpet. Just because the world was likely to end didn't mean she had to stand cluelessly in the dark until it finally happened.
She looked down at the cushion and just as she thought about taking a seat on it, the door could be heard opening up from behind once more. The footsteps grew louder, signalling a different and more potentially permanent shift in approach from her unwanted guest. Was she entertaining using the knife on her again? She didn't have any yume in her pockets this time, but that never stopped the cretin from suddenly striking her in the stomach with a cold, sharp blade.
Half a minute went by since the guest stopped just a foot from her. Poniko squinted her eyes, wondering when the knife was going to come out. She then found she couldn't move her head to even check what her guest was doing; Only her eyes could dart around helplessly, soon hearing footsteps move around her before her guest revealed herself to be a traffic light with shoes. A red light shined from her.
This was her life; To be a test subject at the hands of a bored, unwanted guest. All she could do now was continue staring at the traffic light in little brown shoes in familiar, awkward silence before the world suddenly faded out.