You dig in places ′til your fingers bleed
Spread the infection where you spill your seed
I can't remember what she came here for
I can′t remember much of anything anymore
She's gone, she's gone, she′s gone away
She′s gone, she's gone, she′s gone away
A little mouth opened up inside
Yeah, I was watching on the day she died
We keep licking while the skin turns black
Cut along the length, but you can't get the feeling back
She′s gone, she's gone, she′s gone away
She′s gone, she's gone, she′s gone away
She's gone, she′s gone, she's gone away
She's gone, she's gone, she′s gone away
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She's Gone Away - Nine Inch Nails
[The radio clicks with somber, melancholic gratitude as it records the new song.]
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No. 5 “You better pray I don’t get up this time around.” (pinned down)
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“My, my… look at you, caught in a trap like the poor little piece of prey you are.”
McCoy angrily pulled at his foot, but he didn’t manage to get it free. It had been caught in a noose and now he was lying on the cold hard ground of the jungle, pinned down by the rope.
The familiar face of the lizard-like creature that had hunted him, grinned down at the doctor. Razor sharp teeth flashed from the wide mouth of the alien and it licked its lips. Yellow blood was still running from the pointy nose.
McCoy had gotten a good hit when he had escaped the first time, but he knew that he wouldn’t be strong enough to beat the Weranga in a real battle.
Still, he tried to play the confident one.
“You better pray I don’t get up this time around,” he snarled and his captor just laughed at him, while it knelt down next to him and grabbed the doctor by his hair.
“Oh, but I really hoped you’d pick up a fight. After all, what fun is hunting without the prey pathetically trying to defend itself.”
McCoy’s jaws tightened and he tried to lunge at the creature, but with its quick reflexes, it was out of reach and on its feet again within seconds, chuckling maliciously.
“Nice try.”
The doctor glared at his opponent, a crooked smile on his lips.
“What is it? I thought you wanted a fight. Then make it an equal one.”
Surprise washed over the Weranga’s face, then it laughed out once again.
“You really are a brave man. Much braver than all of our healers.”
McCoy huffed. Yeah… he had seen these so-called healers. They couldn’t even cure the smallest injuries.
And he really didn’t understand why hunting was worth more to the Werangas than building a real civilization. With Starfleet’s help they could have learned so much. But they had chosen to betray the people who had come to help them.
When McCoy and the rest of the landing party had woken up in the morning, all their equipment had been taken and the security staff had been knocked out by the native civilization.
And then the Werangas had opened the hunt.
McCoy had just run for his life. He didn’t know how the rest of his crewmates were doing. He didn’t even know where they were, if they were still alive. His only goal had been to save his own skin.
“Why are you doing this? We came to this planet to help you!”
His captor only shook its head.
“Because we don’t need outsiders to help us. We only need to lure them to our planet to hunt them. It’s the only fun we have… and it keeps our stomachs filled.”
McCoy swallowed hardly when he saw the sharp blade in the creature’s paw.
“And you and your companions will still our hunger for at least one moon.”
The Weranga knelt down beside him again and McCoy was already expecting his throat to be sliced open any moment now. However, he was wrong. Instead, the noose around his ankle was cut.
“What the-“
His captor just chuckled coldly.
“You want an equal fight, healer? You get an equal fight. Get up.”
The doctor glanced at the alien next to him and then slowly he got to his feet, fists raised. He’d try everything in his power to defend himself. Maybe he could buy just enough time for someone to find him.
“Alright… Show me what you got.”
Punch followed after punch. Kick after kick. But even though the Weranga had claimed it to be an equal fight, McCoy had the hardest time fighting the strong creature off.
When the doctor eventually collapsed to the ground, he was bruised and battered. Blood was running from the injuries and he knew that lots of his bones were broken.
In the end he had been right. He hadn’t stood a chance against his opponent.
“Well, healer, it was fun, but… every hunt has to come to an end.”
McCoy grunted in pain when a foot was placed on his head, pushing his face into the dirt.
He heard his captor’s voice.
“You were a worthy opponent, so I’ll make it quick.”
McCoy could feel that the Weranga was moving its foot, obviously about to break his neck, and he closed his eyes in horror.
He didn’t want this. He didn’t want to die. Not yet. Not here.
And suddenly several voices rang through the air.
“Let go of him!”
“Step back!”
McCoy’s eyes shot open and in disbelief he stared at several security officers.
They had found him! The Enterprise had actually sent people down to find them, noticing that something was odd.
McCoy let out a heavy breath. He wouldn’t die. Not today.
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The It's Not My Fault thumbnail is out! Gorgeous art aside, here are my thoughts:
I'm starting to think that the girl Mu killed was bullied by her in the past.
Hear me out. We get very clear shots of three of the girls who bully Mu, right?
And then we see them (I think all three of them, but it's a little hard to tell with the darker-haired girl) in the group selfie on Mu's phone. These are her ex-friends.
Mu's groupchat has four people in it. Just enough for everyone in the photo, implying that the photo is the extent of this friendgroup.
...So then, who's the bystander?
It doesn't seem like she's part of this friendgroup, nor does it seem like she's part of the bullying either (she's comimg out of the stall when she sees Mu on the floor in front of her, so it seems like she's only there by happenstance). Why would Mu kill her? What's going on in this scene?
I have two possible explanations. Either Mu is reaching out for help here and she snaps when she's denied it...or she's apologizing.
We've seen plenty of Mu's true colors, both since the beginning of Trial 2 and in her first voice drama: she's bratty, self-centered, and insistent that she always deserves what she wants. Put that kind of behavior in a school setting, and it's...not difficult to envision her being part of a posse of bullies.
Let's go back to the It's Not My Fault thumbnail:
Of course, I can only guess what's actually happening here, but the girl on the right seems to be reassuring Mu, who looks rather concerned at whatever's behind her. Remorseful, perhaps?
Here's my theory: Mu and her friends used to bully the girl who'd become her murder victim. Mu grew a conscience and eventually objected to it, which led to her either having a falling out with her friends or becoming the "butt of the joke" of the group, constantly picked on by them for being an annoying nag.
When she saw the girl she bullied walk past her, she ran up to her and tried to apologize for everything. Her victim, perhaps seeing her as ingenuine or just not having any sympathy for her, pulled away...and we all know what happened next.
It's worth noting that the girl in the back near the fence in It's Not My Fault's thumbnail doesn't look like any of Mu's established friends or her murder victim. This could be a point against this theory, but it could just as equally mean that Mu and her friends bullied multiple people.
It'd tie into the lyrics of After Pain, too: "'I'm sorry' won't reach anyone" could refer to her victim refusing her apology, the other people at school still seeing her as a bully, and, of course, her friends picking on her. Interestingly, it'd also make her story very similar to Futa's, just told in a reversed order: we saw Futa's cyber-harassment first and then his extreme remorse, so if this theory holds up by next week, we'll have seen Mu's extreme remorse first and then her involvement in harassment.
Either way, I'm excited as hell!
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im so normal about vera. anyways heres working for the knife lyric analysis (TY MIKA)
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I cry at the start of every movie - she's a passionate/emotional person (not the biggest reason for it, but it's related, and does tie into the main reason).
I guess 'cause I wish I was making things too - she wishes she could make permanent or big things, like pursuing art as a career. she also just wants to be childish and carefree, bc she never truly got a chance in the index. she was kidlike and happy, but never really a child.
But I'm working for the knife - the timeloop prevents from this, and so does the nature of l corp. everyone ie exposed to terrifying horrors, people die, people become jaded. she was just naive with her hopes.
I used to think I would tell stories - she did storytell as a hobby in the index <:)
But nobody cared for the stories I had about
No good guys - everyone has changed. none of c127 were really good people. and at the same time, noone cares for happy stories. noone cares for fairytales and only happiness. just kids would.
I always knew the world moves on - people change, grow, etc.
I just didn't know it would go without me - everyone in c127 changed drastically. she wanted everyone to stay together, be friends, be happy. everyone became unhappy and cold and cynical. she's the only one left behind. the only one wanting to go back (this is probably a lie honestly. even she turned cynical, just only on the inside).
I start the day high and it ends so low - she begins in her magical girl persona and ends as her true self - how she really feels beneath the blinding positivity.
'Cause I'm working for the knife - because of l corp's nature and the timeloop. really, because of self-hatred.
I used to think I'd be done by twenty
Now at twenty-nine, the road ahead appears the same - guess what? its the timeloop baby. she's repeating things over and over to try and find her happy ending.
Though maybe at thirty, I'll see a way to change - but maybe it'll change, even slightly. maybe she'll have an epiphany. maybe she'll change herself in the way she needs to to fix this. she cant just go back, after all!
That I'm living for the knife - she's bound by the timeloops. she binds herself to it of her own will because she cares so much. she's living for this. this is all her life is anymore - lobotomy corp. is all she has. if she left, she'd just have the index... and she can't be wrong after all this time!
I always thought the choice was mine
And I was right, but I just chose wrong - a part of her says it was wrong to care. she should've known her hopes were just naive fantasies. leaving the index was a stupid decision. she's just been wrong the whole time! like a kid!
I start the day lying and end with the truth - she starts with the happy magical girl persona, the childlike naivety, and ends with her hopelessness and anger. it's unfair - both in the way of a kid's yelling and a parent's teaching. life just isn't fair! yep. life's not fair, kid.
That I'm dying for the knife - the timeloop has killed her thousands of times and she will die a thousand more times. she is living and dying for this. she's dying literally, but also in the sense of like. eagerness. she wants this. because one day it has to work out. one day things have to change. one day she'll be right and it all will have been worth it. she lives exactly by the loops' rules, returning to it night and day like a lover.
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