this took quite a while and I'm not proud of anything other than the pmv. I just really need to get Prismane's story out. Backstory here: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/435827738/ Now I will tell how Prismane and Shoko met. Yeah, Shoko is my persona but she (is a Shoko Nishimiya rip off) I MEAN- uh isn't exactly ME. She is my main oc. Also Prismane has a cat named Toxo after the toxoplasma parasite that must be inside cats to breed. I am very creative. ALRIGHT CUE THE BACKSTORY --- (Prismane's perspective) I was twelve years old. I was visiting my parents at the facility I called The Factory at the time when I saw a flash of pink hair. Pink hair? What? Me being my young, curious self at the time, wanted to go investigate. Could it have been a mutated rat? The nuclear energy mutates things constantly, and my eyes and hair were a constant reminder. I turned the corner and saw her. A girl. She looked about my age. Her light pink hair was like a cloud around her head. And her eyes... Unnaturally a magenta color. She was holding something. Looked like paper. I came closer and saw it was a paper crane. "It's okay," she said suddenly. I froze. Fear crawled up my skin. What would she do? "Look at this." She held up her crane. To my surprise, it started flying away. "Woah!" I said. "H-how? Magic?" She chuckled at my naive self. "Look," she said again. I came closer to see there were tiny little insects buzzing around it, holding it up. "Oh, wow." I said in shock. She wasn't just some girl. I looked closer and those "insects" seemed to be smiling at me. "I'm Shoko." she said. She held out her hand for me to shake. I hesitated before I shook her hand. "I'm Prismane," I said nervously. "Strange name," she said. "I guess for a strange boy like you." "I get that a lot." I replied. My parents were immersed in their jobs and barely had any time for me. They named me Prismane after a highly unstable chemical compound. I never liked my name, but at least no one else would have it. "Alright, Pri," she said with a nickname that irritated me slightly. "What are you doing here of all places?" And I told her about my work obsessed parents. How I had barely any friends because of my stupid mutated eyes and hair and just... everything. I was in tears. She didn't ask what was wrong like all the other adults. She just stayed there. And maybe that's all I needed. Turns out she was here for a bit darker of a reason. Two years later she's still my best friend. ---- Thanks for reading here. I know most people don't see my stuff unless they're forced to, but I hope you do. I owe you my heart that I poured out into this story. Bye guys. Shoko out. <33 --- Credits: @potatobear616 for all the coding and original meme The Living Tombstone for the music @-MooBread226- for original design you, for reading down here!
