Fatigued

Genre: Horror, Mystery, Tragedy

Monika going blind and deaf (Very basic meaning).

Fatigued: (DDLC version/Monika version)

“New Month, New memories!”

Or that’s what they always say…

At first, everything was crystal clear!

I saw the world with vibrant colors!

Heard perfected melodies from my piano!

Had thoughts that were straight forward to my goals!

“All my senses at peak performance”

Next month, tired yet willing to volunteer

The colors I saw before were muted

Played on the piano and heard occasional echoes

Thoughts were muddy but still knew what I wanted to achieve

“A bunch of minor inconveniences but nothing noteworthy”

Next month, I felt sluggish and struggled to move…

Didn’t see much color other than blue, purple and pink…

Listening to the loud reverberation in my ears yet still hearing my piano albeit barely audible…

My head is getting blurry, barely seeing what’s on the other side…

“Just a bad month, everything will clear up again…”

Final month… The most dreadful…

But I can… Trudge through this…

Even without… A color in sight…

When there’s… Only echoes to be heard…

Static… Obscuring every part of my mind…

Senses… Overwhelmed…

“No more… Excuses!”

“I have… To help!”

At last, the year ends…

Senses… Irrecoverable…

Fatigued: (Normal version)

“New month, fresh start!”

Or that’s what they always say…

At first, everything was crystal clear!

I saw the world with vibrant colors!

Heard perfected melodies from a radio station!

Had thoughts that were straight forward to my goals!

“All my senses at peak performance”

Next month, tired yet willing to work

The colors I saw before were muted

Turned on the radio and heard occasional static

Thoughts were cloudy but still knew what I wanted to achieve

“A bunch of minor inconveniences but nothing noteworthy”

Next month, I felt sluggish and struggled to move…

Didn’t see much color other than red, blue and yellow…

Lots of static but still heard some music play albeit barely audible…

My head is getting hazy, barely seeing what’s on the other side…

“Just a bad month, everything will clear up again…”

Final month… The most dreadful…

But I can… Trudge through this…

Even without… A color in sight…

When there’s… Only static to be heard…

Black mist… Obscuring every part of my mind…

Senses… Overwhelmed…

“No more… Excuses!”

“I have… A job to do!”

At last, the year ends…

Senses… Irrecoverable…