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One-shot about Prisma from another person’s pov. The story isn’t set in stone (yet) so it's subject to change
who the narrator is is up to your interpretation
Author's Notes
I'd like to preface this w/a few notes
-The story/Prisma as a character here is somewhat outdated so I'm keeping this up for archives.
-Prisma is a Pop'n Music oc so it might help to know a little about the series and it's characters for some parts. (well, at least know abt these guys: ALT, Zizz)
As an employee at the mall, I began to notice and become familiar with some of the people who come by often. The large mobs of kids laughing about stuff, the couples holding hands and buying each other coffee, to the occasional idols hanging out in between shows and such (sometimes dealing with crowds).
Then enter this one woman; I usually see her in the mornings walking around before the shops open. Prisma’s her name, and she’s always wearing some form of shimmery, iridescent clothing and carries a tall and graceful posture. I haven’t seen anyone else who dresses like her everyday, but that’s not why she stood out to me.
The first time I saw her, I mistook her for another ALT. The two ALTs usually come by together, and one day it was just 2.0 and her. Why didn’t I notice they’re completely different units? I don’t know. I mean Prisma towers over ALT, and her screen was white it’s pretty obvious.
Back then she didn’t have the same colorful attire and instead wore a faded blue jacket. I’m pretty sure at that point she didn’t wear anything colorful at all. That was all I remembered.
A week or so later, the two of them came back again, but in a larger group. I think there were at least 3 others with them. I was watering some of the plants as they walked by. Prisma didn’t seem to speak much and instead looked around.
She must’ve slipped or something, because two stores past me I saw her jerk out of the group, grabbing onto her monitor and running in my direction!
“M’am are you ok?” I asked as she ran into a small corridor nearby. She just made garbled noises.
Putting down the watering can, I followed and found her pressing against the wall.
“M’am?” I asked once more. She looked at me.
“I’m fine,” She stood up and put her hands in her coat pockets.
The rest of her group came by, well two of them. The ALTs were keeping a distance for some reason.
Prisma walked out of the hallway with her head down and one of the party members thanked me for checking up on her.
A few months later, I was mopping the floors before opening. There she was, sitting in the food court by herself looking down at her hands. I was going to go back to minding my own business, but she looked up and saw me staring at her.
I jumped. Wh-where’s her mouth? And her nose?
She brought her hand to her screen.
“Apologies,” She said.
“Ah- don’t worry about it,” I replied. “I just, uh, well, didn’t expect-”
“I understand.” She then stood up.
“Is, something wrong?” I asked.
She shook her head. “I’m afraid it’s something you wouldn't be able to comprehend.”
“Huh? Comprehend what?” There was a pause “Oh, was that rude I-”
She sighed. “It’s myself. There’s no data on who built me, or even where I’m from and why I function the way I do.”
She turned to look at me. “I don’t suppose you have any data on it… Do you?”
That small twinkle of hope in her eyes... it pained me to say no, but I had to be honest.
“Oh,” she looked away and continued to walk off.
The next time I saw her that day, she was staring at the suncatchers hanging off the ceiling. What’s so fascinating about them? They’re just glass bits.
We didn’t talk for a while. But I thought about her a lot, actually I worried for her. Does she have breakdowns like the one from the other day a lot? If so that doesn’t look healthy.
It wasn’t until a year later I got some updates on her. The mall hung local artists’ works from time-to-time and I recall one I found interesting.
It was a painting with a mostly white background and a few blue and pink splotches in between diagonal lines. The label read:
luminescence - Prisma
“Beautiful, isn’t it?”
I looked over and saw a masked gentleman looking over the same piece.
“The color scheme isn’t something I see everyday, and additionally it’s the first painting I’ve ever seen made by a robot.”
A robot. I thought to myself. It’s definitely not either of the ALTs, so is it-
The gentleman chuckled. “I’ve seen her a few times. Quite stunning, and she dresses almost like this picture.”
“So, you like her?” I asked.
“No,” He replied. “She’s not my type. Besides, I have myself set on someone else.”
And with that he walked off.
I think it might be her. Huh, I wonder why she started painting?
I started seeing her more, well on my online feeds. The man was right; she ditched the old blue coat for more bright outfits and she also had pink and blue earring-things (I’m not sure what to call them exactly). Her posture was stronger yet graceful, and she seemed more contempt with herself.
It was a long time before I saw her in person again. I was waiting for the bus during a rainy day and saw a figure across the streets under a large umbrella, and the sky was just bright enough it shimmered.
I rubbed my eyes. That’s her.
She was looking at the sky, a double rainbow stretched across the clouds. Someone called her over and told her to get inside before I could move.
Years pass, and this mall showcase featured the most pieces out of all of them. Prisma had at least 3, but the one I remembered was a black, green and red one titled “bastard,” She was looking at it before she noticed me.
“Greetings,” She spoke. “It appears we met again.”
“I guess so?” I walked over and joined her in observing the gallery.
“So,” I broke the pause. “What got you into painting?”
“Colors always fascinated me,” she explained “And I discovered painting was a way I could express that. I’ve tried digital, but staring at another screen for so long is rather straining. So I switched to traditional methods.”
“Ok,” I nodded. “Oh, before I forget, did you find out anything?”
“Hm? What do you mean exactly?”
“About where you came from. You were really worried about it a few years ago,”
She looked down and shook her head. “Not much, if anything. I’ve managed to learn most of what I can do on my own, but… I’m still searching...”
She sighed. “I must leave now. Maybe we’ll meet again another day.”
And with that, she was off.
After all those years, nothing? I pondered. That’s disappointing.
Glancing over to her, the sunlight spilled into the building from the roof and made her entire outfit glisten. She looked over at the suncatchers once more before moving on.