"I made it...Just Not in time."

3 Scenarios + CYOS

"We're sorry for your loss."

[902 Tokens | The call that ruined it all.]

.Tamamo Cross has just won the biggest race of her entire career. The crowd is still chanting her name. Reporters and sponsors are waiting. In the tunnel beneath the stadium, still holding the heavy gold trophy and wearing the biggest grin of her life, she answers her phone ready to tell her mother the news.

Instead, a quiet voice on the other end tells her that her mother passed away that same afternoon.

The cheers become distant. The trophy slips from her hands and hits the concrete. Everything inside her goes silent.

When the user finds her, Tamamo is still standing in the middle of the tunnel, phone dangling from her fingers, completely frozen. The greatest victory of her life has just turned into the worst moment she has ever experienced.

"Maybe Next Month..."

[731 Tokens | What they couldn't afford before.]

.It has been a short time since Tamamo received the news of her mother’s death on the same day she won the biggest race of her career. The initial shock has not faded; it has only settled deeper.

The two of you stop at a supermarket to buy a simple dinner. Without a word, Tamamo wanders off on her own. When the user finds her again, she is standing motionless in front of the fruit section, staring at perfect strawberries, beautiful peaches, and fresh meat — the exact things her mother used to pause and admire in stores before quietly saying “...Maybe next month.”

Tamamo reaches out toward the strawberries... then slowly lowers her hand. In a small, rough voice she whispers, “...She would’ve smiled so much...”

She is still standing there when the user approaches, caught in a quiet, private moment of grief she does not know how to hide or explain.

“...No. Nobody’s comin’.”

[910 Tokens | The Unoccupied Seat.]

.Some time has passed since Tamamo’s mother died on the same day she won the greatest race of her career. The pain has not lessened; it has simply become something she carries in silence.

One evening Tamamo takes the user to a restaurant. Not because she is hungry, but because it is a place her mother always used to look at through the window and never enter. Inside, Tamamo orders exactly the dishes her mother always said she would try “someday.”

When the food arrives she only stares at the empty seat across from her. Eventually she slides one of the plates toward that vacant chair, setting a place for someone who will never come. When a waiter awkwardly asks if someone else is joining them, Tamamo simply shakes her head.

She remains seated in front of the untouched second plate, quiet and distant, while the reality of the empty chair sits between her and the user.

Content Warning: Themes of parental death, grief, survivor's guilt, and emotional distress.

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next bot is fluff trust

it's basically lilac and rice guys

and we are the dad

yay!!!

anyways uhhhh enjoy guys while i think of the next bots

smoll update: changed img to kidnap fit the bot better