monochrome blankness.

[Extra Chapter 11: Bellflower] [TO ALL MONOBLANK THEORISTS: This is a different universe where Monochrome Blankness never happened. Instead, it's Polychromatic World that happened. Happy reading!] [Though, some of that information is accurate to the Monochrome Blankness world.] [TW: Violence, Descriptive Gore, Suicide] “Campanula…” Someone’s mother came and hugged me. It’s my mother. I love her so dearly to this day. I desperately tried to reach my hand out to her. She seems so near, yet so far apart. I even ran towards her, but I’m stuck at the same place. She’s even trying to hug me, yet my arms are so far apart. But one thing felt off. She never called me “Campanula”. And the girl named Campanula opens her eyes. It’s midnight. A blue-haired girl woke up in bed. Someone else, her caretaker (or her girlfriend), is sleeping. It’s quite early for her to be waking up at this time. She misses her mother dearly. Campanula contemplates whether she should find her mother or not. It’s bee...

[Side Story 4, Chapter 2, Part 1: A Sadder Day] Yesterday was kind of sad. But still, it was kind of entertaining. “I hallucinated yesterday…” Risokyo said to herself. “Today’s a weekend. I should take a break…” She lay down on her sofa for a few minutes, before she decided that it felt too boring. She wanted to go outside, and get some food. Risokyo is now inside a convenience store. When she walked in, she was greeted by a nice speaker.  Ding ding! There was a chime, followed by the nicest low-quality speaker in the world.  “Hello, welcome!” The equivalent to the sound of god for ordinary, apartment people. Of course, Risokyo wasn’t familiar with the chime. It had microwavable food, bread, snacks, sodas, milk, and water. They said water in Utoko tasted the best. But really, water tastes the same, it’s just the container it’s stored in. That’s why certain branded water tastes like ass. Of course, the supply has quality control. This convenience store wasn’t the best, but it m...

I surrendered a long time ago, didn't I.  Having myself stuck in this endless, dark afterlife. I don't remember when  I came here. A certain dimensional traveler had come here, and provided me with her discoveries. Her name, she refused to say. But she said that her grandmother was named Kasuri Mano. It is not a familiar name at all, but it was sure something to think about, as to how many seconds, minutes, hours, days, even years, have gone by since my disappearance. I've never seen my city collapse. Yet, people showed me the collapse of my city.  I asked somebody about this... "Kasuri Mano". Some say that she is alive and running an organization for interdimensional travelers.  Some say that she died just now, a few days ago. It's a parallel universe, or truth and lies. Many people believe on either of those information. It's quite easy to figure out what's going on.  I walked towards a path, lit by white-colored fire, but there was no one to see. N...