eighteenth duel; [action/accidental everything]

[pintsizeduelist]

[The LP clatters to the ground and clicks on, and what sounds like a verbal cry terminates abruptly afterward. It's dark, and shadows seem to mess with the feed a moment. Some weird, distorted figures; one with blond hair, one with brown hair if you squint enough.]

Nnn..

[Faint, barely noticeable. Yuugi pushes himself up, not fully aware of the

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[crimsonguarddog]

Yuugi?

[pintsizeduelist]

...Cissnei...

[crimsonguarddog]

I don't know what is going on, but it isn't real. I promise you that.

[pintsizeduelist]

...I know. It just... feels very real...

[note_atem]

Aibou, don't trust it.

[pintsizeduelist]

..b-but it's my..

[note_atem]

It's not. We're all still here. She's playing another game. Do not give in to it.

[pintsizeduelist]

[....deep breath okay.]

I won't.

[blueremains]

Yuugi? It's... what?

[pintsizeduelist]

.....My house.