[It doesn't feel real, hearing Monika's voice say her name like that. It feels like the beginning of a dream, and it's impossible yet to tell whether it's a good dream or a nightmare. It sets her on edge, makes her skin prickle and her teeth grind in anticipation of danger. It's not all Monika's fault, though. As many nightmares as Sayori has had about her own death and the circumstances surrounding it, she's understandably a bit jumpy of everything right now.
For a moment, they simply stare at each other, Sayori frozen with her eyes wide like a deer that's just caught sight of movement in the woods. It's not even that she doesn't know what to say; her mind is simply blank, and later she'll retrospect upon this moment with the realization that if she'd really been in danger, that scalpel wouldn't have done her any good with a useless reaction like that. There are a lot of questions she should be asking right now too, such as why is Monika even here, but her mind is empty even of that level of confusion.
All that's present is stark white shock and fear.
Frozen as she is, she doesn't react very quickly when Monika moves. But that's probably for the best. The indecisive jerk of her hand doesn't come anywhere close to burying the scalpel into Monika's side, as it should have if she'd really been committed to attacking a monster with it.
For a second after Monika's arms are around her, she's very still as her brain tries to make sense of what's happening. Monika isn't attacking her. Monika has her arms around her. Monika is...hugging her?
Monika is crying.
Hearing the sobs for what they are breaks through the prickled cocoon of fear surrounding Sayori's mind. And what follows isn't a rush of thought, but of feeling. Of overwhelming relief, and realization, and sick, sick agony at the reality of what's happened here. If not for the support of Monika's embrace, it might have brought Sayori to the floor as it undoes the tense lock of her knees and turns her stomach violently once more.
There's a ping as the scalpel falls to the ground and Sayori throws her arms around Monika too, burying her face in Monika's shoulder and choking out a sob like the first crack of a dam breaking.]
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For a moment, they simply stare at each other, Sayori frozen with her eyes wide like a deer that's just caught sight of movement in the woods. It's not even that she doesn't know what to say; her mind is simply blank, and later she'll retrospect upon this moment with the realization that if she'd really been in danger, that scalpel wouldn't have done her any good with a useless reaction like that. There are a lot of questions she should be asking right now too, such as why is Monika even here, but her mind is empty even of that level of confusion.
All that's present is stark white shock and fear.
Frozen as she is, she doesn't react very quickly when Monika moves. But that's probably for the best. The indecisive jerk of her hand doesn't come anywhere close to burying the scalpel into Monika's side, as it should have if she'd really been committed to attacking a monster with it.
For a second after Monika's arms are around her, she's very still as her brain tries to make sense of what's happening. Monika isn't attacking her. Monika has her arms around her. Monika is...hugging her?
Monika is crying.
Hearing the sobs for what they are breaks through the prickled cocoon of fear surrounding Sayori's mind. And what follows isn't a rush of thought, but of feeling. Of overwhelming relief, and realization, and sick, sick agony at the reality of what's happened here. If not for the support of Monika's embrace, it might have brought Sayori to the floor as it undoes the tense lock of her knees and turns her stomach violently once more.
There's a ping as the scalpel falls to the ground and Sayori throws her arms around Monika too, burying her face in Monika's shoulder and choking out a sob like the first crack of a dam breaking.]