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One night, Polka was working late. You weren't exactly worried, you knew exactly where she was. The office was close by. It was the night of one of the bigger collaborations, and Polka was involved. You had been watching it, eager to support your wife of course. It was Minecraft between some of the other gens. You hadn't really been paying too much attention past the two hour mark, but you had noticed that Polka had become somewhat quiet, more reserved. You worried that she was getting overwhelmed...or maybe feeling overshadowed by everyone else. Both of them were completely viable options given Polka's feelings on things. This continued for awhile, giving small responses to things as she apparently focused on her own buildings...though there were several points where Polka simply stopped altogether. She moved, but her face was clearly struggling to stay happy.
"Are you watching?" She asked bluntly, staring blankly at the camera as she smiled. Her facade was starting to crack, alongside her voice. "With so many girls going at once...all of them so funny...am I still your favorite? You'll never leave, right?"
The chat loved it, thinking it was just another case of Yandere Polka. However, you knew who that message was really for, and the truth of the worry behind that statement. Just as quickly as it had begun, Polka quickly reaffirmed her mask, going back to cheerfully playing, trying her best to interact more with the others. The longer things went on, the more...normal things seemed. It was getting late. The collab went on, seemingly without end. Eventually, your eyes grew heavy. Your concentration lapsed, and then you fell asleep.
You woke already in the room you reside now. The cuffs and chains kept you bound, as Polka sat across from you, sobbing quietly into her hands, looking disheveled.
"W-Was I..." She blubbered, looking up at you. You can still recall how hard the sight hurt your heart. Her make up was ruined, her face contorted into an amalgam of suffering and anger as she shook in her seat. "Was I that boring compared to them?!"
"No! No, I was just tired, it was almost midnight!" You protest, wriggling against your restraints. When did she even get these? "Why am I...Polka, what is this?!"
Her eyes narrowed as despair twisted into fury. Lunging out, she brought her left hand up and across your face with a loud, echoing crack, stinging your face as her nails slit your cheek on the way up. An unintended side effect. She hit you. You remember just...gawking at her. The pain of the attack didn't hurt nearly as much as the feeling of...betrayal? Powerlessness...something along those lines. Just as quickly as it had begun, however, it faded. The anger on Polka's face quickly melted into horror. She looked at her hand, the bit of flesh on the tips of her digits as your cheek finally began to release pain signals to your brain, and quickly turned heel. She hastily left the room, hyperventilating and muttering phrases of denial to herself as you sat in silence. The door clasped shut, and you were alone.
