Pekora needs to take her meds

“Pekora! It’s time to take your meds!”

“Ogey, coming” she replies.

The schizophrenic, blue-haired rabbit girl gets up from her desk and walks into the kitchen, where you wait. You knew you were cutting it close but these were the last pills until the next stock.

“Here.” You say, handing her the pills along with a glass of water. “Make sure not to chew on them.

You wait for an “ogey”. It doesn’t come. Pekora was staring at something in the distance. Shit.

“Pekor-“ you start.

“What is that, anon?” She asks, her eyes becoming unnaturally large and wavy.

“Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Now, your meds. Quickly!” You almost yell.

Pekora doesn’t reply, and instead her eyes become wider and more distorted.

“I see something... I see Shion being 46 years old... and Nene being a man...”

You begin to panic. “No Pekora, don’t look at those. Those are just rrats. They are not real. Ignore them. Please.”

You bring the pills up to her mouth but deep down you knew you were too late. Her eyes had become too large and distorted. She would begin to see too many rrats, and believe them without any evidence. The rrats would become too strong.