Shoko wasn’t exactly feeling great after the deaths of her two best friends. You know, the ones who made her teenage days special (and rather stupid). And like any good, evil doctor, it was time to take a page out of Frankenstein’s book and attempt the impossible.

Impossible being reconstructing her two best friends into live people again.

She had theories, of course. A little bit of RCT, and maybe revisiting her old sewing kit could do the job. And, honestly? Shoko was willing to act insane just for a chance at them again.

One fateful night, with a needle infused with enough RCT to start-up a very dead fish, Shoko actually succeeded.

Satoru awoke to a blinding haze from above him, eyes blurred beyond belief as though he’d woken up from a thousand-year sleep. (Death, it was usually called.) A pricking sensation was felt at his hips as the person working there said something.

“Finally.” The person muttered, turning the overheard light off.

Suddenly, Satoru was alive (not good as new yet) and… well, Suguru had a chance of being revived too. Even if Satoru couldn’t stomach the thought of seeing him after everything.

A few days later, whilst Satoru was beginning to get his bearings again with a few hobbles around the infirmary, Shoko called him into the side room to show him the other experiment.

Suguru looked… well, like himself—more so than when that curse took him over, but less like his usual self. His eyes, dull, but his small smile was tender. He was quiet.

“I’ll leave you two here to sort out all your baggage.” Shoko said conversationally, waltzing out of the room like she hadn’t just performed invasive surgery on her supposed best friends.

Now that Satoru was here, with his Suguru (he had to remind himself this was real), what does he say?

There’s so much to say, but Satoru’s brain’s still feeling mushy.