Unfortunate Existence

 

No major spoilers for Railgun.

Picture sauce:

gelbooru.com/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=1879290

So many great artworks of these two, here are just a few more that I will share. Some have a questionable rating.

https://gelbooru.com/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=1813859

https://gelbooru.com/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=903846

https://gelbooru.com/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=775181

https://gelbooru.com/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=1266529

https://gelbooru.com/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=1419668

 

 

Full text:

I somehow get roped into everything, don’t I? I’m supposed to be dead by now. I was just helping out Misaka (the headstrong, level 5 esper with the crazy electricity powers) – I should have known that it would turn into a super-dangerous fight with bad guys at some point. Whenever we cross paths, it usually means some sort of trouble, but I can’t just leave an honest person hanging when they need my help. And now she’s in a coma, and I don’t know if she’s ever gonna wake up. And as for me, I’m in a pretty tough spot of my own...

The mad scientists of this city somehow kept my brain alive in a jar or something, and just before my time ran out, my consciousness was copied into a clone of her (which, apparently, was also a thing). But being “saved” by being turned into a copy of my “friend” (I guess?) has proved to be nothing but misfortune. And it starts with this annoying friend of hers...

Being a girl sucks. And going to middle school again and being forced to act like normal ultra sucks (Though a day in her life is never normal). But I can’t shake off Kuroko’s advances. She wants to have Misaka – her “Onee-sama” – ALL TO HERSELF. I swear that my disgusted reactions to her are the only times where it feels like I’m really acting like Misaka.

But Misaka isn’t here anymore. It’s just her coping mechanism, and there’s nothing that I can say that can get through to her and convince her of the truth. She would just shush me, and say, “What are you on about, Onee-sama?”, and then start getting really close and touchy with me. You know, this isn’t easy for me, either...

The city covered everything up, but being that “I” am supposed to be one of the most powerful espers in existence, I don’t know if we will be able to keep up with this charade for long. Even my clone body is inferior, my power only enough to shoot some electricity and give someone a decent shock. Getting through each day is exhausting, but somehow, it doesn’t feel as depressing as it should be. I’m just living on one day at a time, trying my best to not be a total embarrassment, until I can figure out what to do next.

I don’t want to be the kind of guy that just accepts whatever happens to me. But I don’t think I will be able to get out of this one. If it was her, she would have surely found a way to fight it out fists swinging and make everything right again... If I take a break now, does that make me a bad person? ... Somehow, it seems like the city always gets what it wants.