"You know, Kwijibo," Madoka said, her face alight with madness. "Oh, by the way, can I call you Kwijibo?"
"Uh, no?" Kyousuke answered, frowning.
"Great, thanks, Kwijibo!" She smiled amiably. "So. You know, I always thought you were a shitty musician."
Everyone present in the room gasped. Kyousuke looked like he was punched in the gut; Sayaka looked like she wanted to punch Madoka in her guts instead. Hitomi looked like she was on the verge of tears, her noble demeanor crackling under the weight of Madoka's baseless accusation. How could she be so cruel?
"That's... That's not true!" She cried suddenly, her eyes burning holes in Madoka's face. "Take. It. Back."
"Or we'll make you, friends or no friends." Sayaka agreed, clutching her hands together.
Wait. Madoka didn't want that. Her idea was basically applying some shock therapy on Kyousuke to snap him out of his depression. Clearly, it didn't work as intended. She opened her mouth to apologize, and-
"Oh, come on! Stop enabling him!" Madoka blurted out. Her eyes widened in horror at realization of what she'd just said, but her mouth couldn't stop. "Everyone's crying boo-hoo! Kyousuke had such a bright future ahead! Don't make me laugh! He couldn't even differentiate between si-major and re-minor!"
Kyousuke flinched and started trembling.
"That's it, you little pink bitch!" Sayaka shouted. "I'll gut you like a fish with my own hands!"
"I'll help." Hitomi added darkly.
"W-wait, girls!" Madoka whined. "You misunderstood! I was reading these books and decided to try shock therapy, and it didn't work, but I kept trying to force it, and then I rolled one on Social..." She kept on providing excuses, but her voice dropped to inaudible whispers, as she observed her former friends' unchanging expressions of disgust and hatred.
"I'll tie her down." Sayaka mused aloud.
"I'll open the window." Hitomi offered.
"I wasn't even here." Kyousuke said, his voice quiet and shaky. "My rehabilitation exercises began five minutes ago."