[Arthur is suddenly much shorter than he remembers being as he waddles along in this vision, a bag of groceries held between his wings.
Wait. Wings?
Oh, god damn it, it's murderbirb time, isn't it.
But murderbirb seems happy today - happy, and different, if Arthur looks down to his wings. He's a mottled mix of black, brown, and tiny splotches of white feathers. It's hard to imagine how a bird like this would have turned into a bleach blonde like Nanaki.
The bird begins to check through his bag of groceries, thinking aloud about dinner plans. He certainly sounds like Nanaki, if slightly more awake, as he starts planning when to start what and who he can ask to help him with what steps.
He's halfway through a thought when he looks up and Arthur can feel his heart stop.
There's a burning building in front of him. It's not a complete inferno, not yet, but without help it certainly will be soon. A human staggers out from behind the fence, dropping to their knees and then just to the pavement as they gasp for air and their life leaves them.
The burning building has a sign: "Hatoful House." And Arthur knows, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that this place is home.
He drops the bag and runs toward the building without thinking, past the dead and dying bodies of the humans scattered about the lawn. It's not until he gets inside that he freezes.
Not only are there human bodies here, but small bird bodies, as well. The place is a massacre. Arthur might not know who he's looking at, but Nanaki certainly does, and for Arthur it's an unmistakable feeling.
These birds were friends. Family. The only family he's ever had, even. A room scattered with various copies of Simon's corpse wouldn't be far off from this feeling.
The only thing that gets Nanaki to move, instead of just dropping down and letting the fire claim him and this grief, is that he can hear a small coo of pain, a small cry for help from a room in the back.
He runs there with all the strength his little birdy legs have left.
There's a small grey bird in the back room, a mourning dove. He looks weak, but unharmed. There's a sense that the bird was always weak like this.
"Hitori," the mourning dove whimpers, and Nanaki scoops him up in his wings without question, as if that were the right name to call.
Because it is. "Nanaki" is not Nanaki, was never truly Nanaki. "Nanaki" is Hitori Uzune, an orphan from the Hatoful House, and the bird in his wings is Nageki Fujishiro. He's always been weak, always been ill, but he's all Hitori has left now.
Hitori is all Nageki has left now.
Hitori takes him from the building, and the two of them go until they're probably far enough away that the fire won't get them before help arrives and just collapse, numbly.
They don't know what else they can do, from here.]
birbvision, 2/?, at some point during the afterparty or the sunday after Trial 1
Wait. Wings?
Oh, god damn it, it's murderbirb time, isn't it.
But murderbirb seems happy today - happy, and different, if Arthur looks down to his wings. He's a mottled mix of black, brown, and tiny splotches of white feathers. It's hard to imagine how a bird like this would have turned into a bleach blonde like Nanaki.
The bird begins to check through his bag of groceries, thinking aloud about dinner plans. He certainly sounds like Nanaki, if slightly more awake, as he starts planning when to start what and who he can ask to help him with what steps.
He's halfway through a thought when he looks up and Arthur can feel his heart stop.
There's a burning building in front of him. It's not a complete inferno, not yet, but without help it certainly will be soon. A human staggers out from behind the fence, dropping to their knees and then just to the pavement as they gasp for air and their life leaves them.
The burning building has a sign: "Hatoful House." And Arthur knows, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that this place is home.
He drops the bag and runs toward the building without thinking, past the dead and dying bodies of the humans scattered about the lawn. It's not until he gets inside that he freezes.
Not only are there human bodies here, but small bird bodies, as well. The place is a massacre. Arthur might not know who he's looking at, but Nanaki certainly does, and for Arthur it's an unmistakable feeling.
These birds were friends. Family. The only family he's ever had, even. A room scattered with various copies of Simon's corpse wouldn't be far off from this feeling.
The only thing that gets Nanaki to move, instead of just dropping down and letting the fire claim him and this grief, is that he can hear a small coo of pain, a small cry for help from a room in the back.
He runs there with all the strength his little birdy legs have left.
There's a small grey bird in the back room, a mourning dove. He looks weak, but unharmed. There's a sense that the bird was always weak like this.
"Hitori," the mourning dove whimpers, and Nanaki scoops him up in his wings without question, as if that were the right name to call.
Because it is. "Nanaki" is not Nanaki, was never truly Nanaki. "Nanaki" is Hitori Uzune, an orphan from the Hatoful House, and the bird in his wings is Nageki Fujishiro. He's always been weak, always been ill, but he's all Hitori has left now.
Hitori is all Nageki has left now.
Hitori takes him from the building, and the two of them go until they're probably far enough away that the fire won't get them before help arrives and just collapse, numbly.
They don't know what else they can do, from here.]