It was one of these rare occasions, like a summer shower on a hot and dry day, or having left out one's clothes to dry on that exact same day, while walking the dog, which will develop an atrocious odor when wet, wearing a white shirt and having forgotten to wear a bra underneath, and ultimately walking into the man of your dreams, who happens to have an aversion to girls who easily reveal themselves - and the abhorrent odor of your dog.
It was on such a day that Senka walked the streets of the village alone, not in the company of her only family, Kurogane, dressed in her usual pink hat, beige-colored shirt and blue jeans overalls. Her customized surgical mask, which displayed a functioning mouth and nose, covered the scars that would scare anybody when seen approaching, displaying her usually eerie smile. Unfortunately, the smile was involuntary, at times, and at others simply showed her air-headed nature, which would make it involuntary as well.
She was bored and literally waiting for somebody to talk her up, as seemed to be custom in this village, only for them to freak out once they see what lay underneath her mask. It had become her new hobby, as she loved to surprise people; for one reason or another, she felt like her stomach was filled in doing so, feeding on the fear of humans.
"That's a no-no. I'm still human, you know?"
Surely, sometimes people would find it strange that Senka seemed to talk to nobody in particular, but she had a reason for everything.
"Yes, the reason is that you're making me do it."
It was possible that her past trauma and the lack of oxygen to her brain was the cause, but only she herself knew the exact reason for such a strange behavioral pattern. Of course, the literary style of "breaking the 4th wall" exists and is quite often applied by writers temporarily - or permanently - lacking inspiration, but surely, a sheltered girl like Senka would not know about it.
"I know about it... I just have been wondering, why it's called the 4th wall. When I look around and consider this a comic frame, then all walls are intact. It should be the 5th wall that gets broken."
Senka poked her hand towards nothingness, where possibly only a moment earlier the border between good and bad style had stopped momentarily. Remaining in that pose for a moment, she finally realized just how stupid it had been to wander the village aimlessly, as her body was not fit to sustain longer treks. She looked around to find a bench, conveniently placed in a residential district with no park nearby, and slumped down on it. Within seconds of not moving, she began to look like a broken doll somebody had left there, a broken doll clearly in bad taste in regards to design and clothing.
"Oi, you're going too far now."
It was on such a day that Senka walked the streets of the village alone, not in the company of her only family, Kurogane, dressed in her usual pink hat, beige-colored shirt and blue jeans overalls. Her customized surgical mask, which displayed a functioning mouth and nose, covered the scars that would scare anybody when seen approaching, displaying her usually eerie smile. Unfortunately, the smile was involuntary, at times, and at others simply showed her air-headed nature, which would make it involuntary as well.
She was bored and literally waiting for somebody to talk her up, as seemed to be custom in this village, only for them to freak out once they see what lay underneath her mask. It had become her new hobby, as she loved to surprise people; for one reason or another, she felt like her stomach was filled in doing so, feeding on the fear of humans.
"That's a no-no. I'm still human, you know?"
Surely, sometimes people would find it strange that Senka seemed to talk to nobody in particular, but she had a reason for everything.
"Yes, the reason is that you're making me do it."
It was possible that her past trauma and the lack of oxygen to her brain was the cause, but only she herself knew the exact reason for such a strange behavioral pattern. Of course, the literary style of "breaking the 4th wall" exists and is quite often applied by writers temporarily - or permanently - lacking inspiration, but surely, a sheltered girl like Senka would not know about it.
"I know about it... I just have been wondering, why it's called the 4th wall. When I look around and consider this a comic frame, then all walls are intact. It should be the 5th wall that gets broken."
Senka poked her hand towards nothingness, where possibly only a moment earlier the border between good and bad style had stopped momentarily. Remaining in that pose for a moment, she finally realized just how stupid it had been to wander the village aimlessly, as her body was not fit to sustain longer treks. She looked around to find a bench, conveniently placed in a residential district with no park nearby, and slumped down on it. Within seconds of not moving, she began to look like a broken doll somebody had left there, a broken doll clearly in bad taste in regards to design and clothing.
"Oi, you're going too far now."