(Note: Milk-chan frequently speaks with a helpful (or not so helpful) voice in her head. This chapter will show how it should be formatted.
Additionally, this chapter will swap perspectives between you and Milk-chan. For any contributers, feel free to stay with one perspective if you wish)
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You don’t know what happened that led you to this point. Nevertheless, you find yourself in what appears to be a massive bedroom. Or, at least what you assume is a bedroom, judging by the sleeping bag spread across the floor. You notice a sink and a cabinet in the room as well, which makes you wonder if this is just a makeshift bedroom for the owner.
Looking around more, you see a lot of junk strewn around carelessly. Empty pill bottles, wadded-up paper, and even pencils all tower over you. Clearly whoever lives here is not in the best condition.
Speaking of, you suddenly hear several loud crashes coming from behind the room’s door. Each causing you to bounce slightly as the source of the crashing seems to be getting closer. Finally, the door to the room opens, and you get your first glimpse of the resident of this room.
The first thing you noticed as they stomped down in front of you were the young woman’s slippers. They were clearly old and dirty, with even the soles (which you barely passed in height) worn out. You crane your neck as you look further up, past her long legs, dark shorts, and a strange black shirt with a “no” symbol printed on it. Like her slippers, the woman's clothes were also quite old. You can see the colors of them starting to fade. While you can’t see much of her face from this angle, as her massive, gangly arms stretch, you hear her talk to herself in a cheerful voice.
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“Phew, back home again,” the young lady (who we’ll call Milk-chan, or MC for short) yawned. She had just gotten back from going to get some groceries for her and her mother. An excruciating task, for someone like her who struggles to get by, even with her meds.
[Going out is pretty tough on you, isn’t it?]
“No it’s not,” MC pouted. “At least, not when you’re helping me.”
[Right… It still must have been tiring though. You probably should get some rest.]
“I haven’t even collected my thoughts yet! You know I can’t get to sleep unless I do! Besides, they’d probably get lonely if they didn’t see me today. Or I’d get lonely if I didn’t see them. I’m not sure”
[Whatever. Do what you want. By the way, what is that by your feet?]
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You stood there confused as she rambled on. She was… talking with herself? It seemed bizarre to you, but you figured living in the state she did probably did nothing to help one’s mental state. Regardless of her strange behavior, you figured you should probably try to get her attention, as just staying here on the floor in front of her likely wouldn’t end well for you. However, just as you considered how you would have her notice you…
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