Setting: Daffodil Bedroom
Time: Day 001, Night
Summary: Machi thinks he's crazy, Zetsu is irritated, Rayne exists.
Warnings: Rayne, Zetsu, violence, etc.
Machi shifted his position on the floor of the bedroom, his arms wrapped over his chest and his back slightly hunched forward. He was just trying to figure out if this was real.
A single day had taken a week? Machi's timesense had always been a little sketchy because he'd never run very normal days, but even he knew that he hadn't slept or eaten enough to make up a week. This meant that either he was going to have to do more of that or that Zetsu was wrong. Of course, Zetsu could not exist and all of this could not exist--some sort of crazy lie his head was telling him or worse. And the room smelled like blood because of the plant man--it would all be better and easier if he could smell anything but blood, which scared him further. It brought back bad memories in the most cliché sense of the phrase.
"...where you from?" he asked, trying in a limited way to grasp what to do next. He didn't want to go anywhere right now, not until he got what was going on, but he also didn't want to accept this nonsense without any sort of reasoning at all. He stood up, holding the gun in his right hand and folding his arms over his chest to act more in control.