#guess is a good thing it reloads your save where it does huh
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Ganon killed my horse that's so rude-
*ahem* guess who beat BOTW~
#botw#breath of the wild#legend of zelda#zelda#idk what all tags count#not me using up all my ancient arrows bc I did not notice I didn't equip the Bow of Light#guess is a good thing it reloads your save where it does huh#this was a very emotional journey despite me knowing most of the main plot before playing (in my defense I didn't think I'd ever play)#10/10 experience tho
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York Household: Chapter 7, Part 2
Hightlights include a prom filled with continuity errors, me using my watcher powers to stop sims eating burnt popcorn, and Kelly rebelling against a sleepover he was not included in.
I had to play through prom twice because I saved/exited during prom and could not get it to reload. You'll see colour, prom royalty and location differences. We're just going to pretend it's all the same prom.
First up, photo time. Couple of shots of Deanna and Paris. Snapshot of Deanna and her childhood mate Reece. Group photo of the whole crew, Noe, Reece, Deanna, Paris and Tamika.
Deanna: Where are you heading
Paris: Those were the official photos
Deanna: And...
Paris: And I want a photobooth picture
Deanna: Might cost you a hug
Paris: Deal
The first romantic photo booth picture went horribly wrong but since things reset, the end picture was a cute success.
Deanna spots Reece furiously scribbling in his journal an decides to go do some recon with Samir.
Deanna: Hey you
Samir: *grunts*
Deanna: Still not a fan of crowds
Kawikani: I practically had to twist my brothers arm to get him here
Deanna: Why come if it's that bad
Samir: *blushes and grunts*
Deanna looks over and sees Reece has dragged himself to the dance floor. Poor dude is forcing himself to dance despite hating pop music, wish I could see what's going on in his head. He doesn't seem to want to socialise, so she goes back to her date.
Deanna: What are you doing out here
Paris: Dancing in front of everyone just suddenly seems daunting
Deanna: How about you block them out, and just focus on me
Paris: Just you huh
Deanna: I hate dancing. If I'm willing to give it a go, it seems like a reason to try
Paris: Hold my hand babe
Despite their reservations the couple have fun. Paris can be graceful, she is a cheerleader after all. Deanna seems inspired and throws herself into the dance, dong her best to help Paris feel confident. For most of the time, it does feel to them like they are the only ones in the hall.
Paris: That was brilliant babe
Deanna: Yeah, you're amazing
Paris: Care to show me how amazing I am
Deanna: You sure
Paris: Babe if you don't kiss me soon-
Deanna leans forward and the two pairs of lips meet for the first time.
Paris: -my heart will explode
Deanna: New or continued sentence?
Deanna: Guess who just-
Reece: *grunts*
Deanna: Wow, you're even copying his mannerisms
Reece: I am not, I just hate pop music
Deanna: Yet you knew who I was talking about. Have you tried asking him for a dance
Reece: He looks too uncomfortable, I don't want to make it worse for him
Deanna: *sighs* Thank goodness I don't like boys
Reece: Anyway, he's busy paying homage to the prom royalty
Deanna: Who, Jaq
Reece: The tall blondie. Sorry, I don't mean to be a downer. I'm happy for you, really
Deanna: Promise me you'll swing by tomorrow for some best friend time, my afternoon is free
Reece: *sighs* okay, I'll see you then
Deanna: Buttered popcorn here we come
Paris: You sure you know what you're doing
Deanna: It's a popcorn maker, how much effort do I really need to put in
Paris: I haven't seen your glasses before
Deanna: They're not exactly vogue
Paris: They're cute babe
Deanna: Have you picked us a movie then
Paris: Unfortunately, the options are limited
Deanna: But it's going to be a scary one
Paris: You promised you'd try
Deanna: I will, but I'm nervous
Paris: I'll be right beside you. Wait- is that burning?
Deanna: Darn. It'll be okay, Joey says the watcher can fix even spoiled food
Paris: You first
Deanna: This isn't so scary
Paris: It's the opening credits
Deanna: Oh
The film begins with sims bustling about in old fashioned clothes. Slowly the sims begin disappearing and soon it's a ghost town. Then time jumps forwards.
Deanna: Wait, what happened to all the sims though
Paris: We'll find out
Eerie music begins to play and we see a car load of sims run out of gas, stranding them in the town for the night.
Deanna: Why are they splitting up, that's a terrible decision
One of the sims walks through the park, then a pan down shows an arm reaching up
Deanna: Zombies! Did they kill the others?
The film carries on with some bizarre twists, turns and jump scares. In the end everyone is dead, except for a couple of undead, who are happy at least
Paris: Their true love never wavered, it was beautiful *sobs*
Deanna: I think you're over tired
Paris: Maybe
Deanna: Come on sleepy, let's bunk down
Midnight might be the witching hour but for Kelly, 3am is the pranking hour. After switching his alarm off he heads downstairs, trying to keep quiet. He makes it to the lounge undetected. Holding in a giggle he thinks about which prank would cause maximum disruption but least chance of a telling off.
Balloon wake up call it is
BLAM
Deanna: OMW what's happening
Paris: Need... sleep.. WTF
Kelly: Boom, you just got pranked
Deanna: Kelly we were sleeping
Paris: I was having good dreams
Deanna: I'm telling ma and pa
Kelly: Are you though
Deanna: What do you mean
Kelly: Do you have any evidence
Deanna: I'm awake and so are you
Kelly: After you and your girlfriend woke me up for fun
Paris: Excuse me
Kelly: My word against you two, teens are known for dares at sleepovers
Deanna: Are you serious
Kelly: Wake them up now and who will they really be mad at
Deanna: You little twerp
Kelly: Go cry
Triumphant, Kelly returns to bed. After some time calming down the girls do manage to get back to sleep.
Aaron: Did you peek in on the girls
Calista: Both are dead asleep still
Aaron: Perhaps the smell of pancakes will wake them up
Calista: Kelly to, he doesn't normally sleep in this long
Calista: Is that meant to be popcorn
Aaron: Maybe in another life
Calista: I'll clean
Aaron: She certainly didn't inherit our cooking skills
Calista: She did not. Oh, that reminds me, I was going to invite Devin and Luna over to give them my knitting
*dials phone*
Aaron: Tell them it's pancakes
Deanna does wake up to her grumbling stomach. The scent of cooking butter has wafted it's way to the lounge
Deanna: Wake up
Paris: 5 more minutes babe
Deanna: Pa is cooking something
Paris: I've only had cereal for breakfast for years
Deanna: Come on, get up
They take a quick commemorative selfie.
Deanna: Kelly startled me awake at 3am
Devin: What
Deanna: Paris and I were asleep, he says we have no proof
Devin: Ma!
Kelly: It's a lie!
Calista: What?
Devin: Kelly woke the girls up in the night
Kelly: Pa, they woke me up, I can't prove it but neither can they
Aaron: I thought I was the lawyer
It's too late to discipline Kelly for anything, he leaves the house and speeds off on his bike. Calista gives Luna and Devin the gifts she made for their impending twins. Two cute knitted penguins in different coloured hats, because even if the boys look the same, they'll have different personalities.
Devin isn't as great at knitting as Calista. Calista can teach her how to knit but since I'm not controlling Devin I can't tell if her skill level gets much of a boost. Fingers crossed. Devin wants to make cute knitted toys to.
Calista: I thought I'd find you in here
Aaron: Logic is important for a lawyer
Calista: We've both finished our promotion tasks you know
Aaron: We have? Well then, should we have the afternoon off
Calista: Meaning
Aaron: Send the kids to the park. We can go check out a film, have a nice date
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#sims 4#the sims#the sims 4#Rotation7#ChangingPlumbobStorytime#YorkHousehold#DeannaYork#ParisPearl#ReeceFoster#SamirHadji#KellyYork#CalistaYork#AaronYork#DevinVillareal#LunaVillareal#R0703
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You know what would be super sweet? (bittersweet?) If hancock or piper got into some kinda trouble while going to try and visit sole again and sole rescues them despite the tension?
Piper kicked a pebble, watching it ping off the walls of the Red Rocket’s garage. Travel from Diamond City had taken longer than anticipated--damn those bloodbugs--and she’d gotten to Sanctuary so late that it seemed rude to barge in and demand to see sole. After all, sole hadn’t forgiven her, so this didn’t seem to be the time to start becoming a nuisance.
“Stop it,” Hancock said from the corner. “Some of us are trying to sleep.”
“Aren’t you even a little bit nervous?” she huffed, but nonetheless abandoned the rock and perched on a stool.
“Of course I am. But I know that gettin’ myself worked up about it won’t help anything.”
“I know that, but it’s still nerve-wracking. I mean...” She glanced toward Sanctuary almost subconsciously. “We did kinda make enemies out of the most dangerous person in the Commonwealth.”
“You think I don’t know that? Half my town up and cleared out after Nick showed up and punched me in the face. Sole didn’t even have to say a word.”
Piper was referring to the fact that sole could kill either of them in under a minute, but she supposed Hancock’s point was apt, too. Sole had a way with people, sometimes without even knowing it.
They’d tuned the radio to Diamond City Radio almost as soon as they got in, and “The End of the World” softly played from the corner to fill the silence. Piper quietly hummed along, trying to ignore how her foot bounced with her nerves.
In the corner, Hancock said, “Stop making so much noise.”
“I’m not making any noise,” she said. “Stop being a prick about it.”
“I can hear that scrapin’ noise you’re making. Stop.”
“I’m not making any-”
She cut herself off, hearing the noise he was talking about. Like a screwdriver scraping along the side of a car. She pushed herself off the stool to poke her head through the windows of the convenience store.
A deathclaw stared back.
“Shit!” She reeled back instinctively and nearly fell before scrambling into the garage and slamming the button to close the door.
“What’s the fuss?”
“Deathclaw,” she gasped out. “Outside.”
“Here?” Hancock frowned and glanced up from under the brim of his hat. “Nah. Sole’s defenses should keep those things at bay.”
“Yeah, but there are no defenses here. Nobody lives here.”
The garage rattled to a close just as the Deathclaw figured out where the sound was coming from. The unholy screech of claws on metal echoed through the building.
“Guess that leaves this to us, huh?”
Hancock pushed himself off of his stool, and she frowned at him. “You ever try to fight one of these things by yourself?”
He glanced over at her. “Have you?”
“Never without sole. I just run.”
“First time for everything.”
She stared down at her pistol nervously. It didn’t seem like much against the monster outside, but Hancock seemed confident. Surely, he knew what he was doing.
“We’ll go out the door and sneak up on it.”
Another screech. Piper flinched instinctively and debated running for the back room and locking herself in there, but instead got to her feet. Carefully, she followed Hancock to the door, trying to stay quiet lest they draw the thing’s attention early.
Hancock counted them in, and on three they burst from the door. Piper sighted up on the thing, trying to aim for the stomach, because she thought sole had mentioned that was their weak point. Hancock had mercifully decided to take the sane way of doing things, and a shotgun blast echoed off the building. With a roar, the deathclaw turned to them, beady eyes zeroing in on their position.
It whipped a clawed hand back, and they split to dodge its strike. Piper ducked around the corner to reload, breathing hard. Were they even hurting this thing? It didn’t look like it.
Shaking her head, she turned back around, leveling her gun for another round of gut shots. Most hit the thing’s legs or arms, merely denting its natural armor, but a few found their mark, drawing blood.
With another roar, the deathclaw reared back, raising up for another strike, Hancock in its line of fire. He’d glanced away for a second to reload.
One second too long.
Effortlessly, the creature batted him to the side, slamming him against the building. He fell limp, shotgun scattering across the pavement. Piper gasped, and it turned toward her, now. Instinctively, she took a step back. Running now wouldn’t be too terrible a moral compromise, would it?
A gunshot broke the air, followed by the sound of laser musket fire. A familiar voice shouted orders, and Piper looked over just in time to see sole coming into view, Preston and Nick by their side and a charging KLEO right behind. She allowed herself a sigh of relief as sole began calling out the deathclaw’s movements, directing their friends to take it down as quickly as possible.
When the dust had cleared and the thing had given its dying roar, sole’s eyes turned towards her. For a brief moment, they made eye contact before sole sighed and turned toward Hancock, pulling a stimpack from their belt.
“Up you go,” they said, jabbing it into his thigh. By the way he winced, Piper could tell they might have been a little more aggressive than necessary.
“Thanks,” she managed to say.
They turned toward her again, face unreadable. “Don’t mention it. Seems you were in a little over your heads.”
She could only nod in agreement.
“I guess you’d better spend the rest of the night in Sanctuary. You’d have to be stupid to try to sleep somewhere undefended.”
They deserved that one, so Piper said, “Thanks,” again.
“It’ll be a tough squeeze, but we can find a bed for you somewhere, I’m sure.”
“There’s some room with me, General,” Preston said, helping Hancock to his feet. “I’ll keep an eye on them.”
Piper bit her lip, then said, “So does this mean we’re not banned from Sanctuary anymore?”
Sole’s brows furrowed slightly. “For now, at least. You might as well stay for awhile if you both came all this way. But Nick’s gonna watch you like a hawk.”
Piper glanced toward the aforementioned detective, unconsciously touching her cheek where a small scar still remained from their last meeting. He didn’t look at her, not that she blamed him. Nat had explained to her in excruciating detail all the ways she’d messed up her relationship with Nick and Ellie, something she was reminded of every time Ellie avoided her gaze in the market.
She looked away. She’d probably never repair her relationship with Nick, not really, but maybe if she made things right with sole, he’d at least speak to her.
“Follow me,” sole said. “I’ll show you where you’re staying.”
They made their way into Sanctuary. True to his word, there were a few spare sleeping bags in the house Preston was staying in, and sole lent them a few extra blankets to pad the floor a bit more.
“We’ll talk in the morning,” they said, stepping out the door. “For now, sleep. You’ll need it.”
Hancock fell asleep almost instantly, which she couldn’t blame him for. He’d been thrown into a building, after all. Unfortunately, that left her and Preston staring at each other in the dark. She wasn’t sure what to say to him, after all, she wasn’t sure how he even felt about her. For all she knew, he hated her guts.
“Some night, huh?” she said, testing the waters.
He nodded. “Some night. It’s not every day you get jumped by a deathclaw.”
They were quiet for a moment before he asked, “Did you come up here to talk to sole about anything specific.”
“No.” She shifted awkwardly. “I just, you know, wanted to see how they were doing. See how things... were between us, I guess.”
“Well, I can’t help you there. Good luck, though.”
“Thanks.” She blew a long breath. “Any word on Nick?”
He winces in a way she hopes is sympathetic. “You’ll have better luck with sole.”
“Figures. Thanks, Preston.”
“At least they came to save you. That has to count for something, right?”
She sighed. “Right. It has to count for something.”
#oh boy awkward reunions#look at this piper: consequences#who would have thought?#i know this is a lil piper-centric#but it's whatever#here's the next installment#wherein nick valentine does not trust reporters#synth!sole#fallout#fallout 4#fo4#fo4 companions#fallout 4 companions#piper wright#hancock#preston garvey
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Danganronpa: Locked and Reloaded (Chapter 3: Boys, Drinks and Betrayal For Cash)
Summary:
Stuck in Hope's Peak Academy in a cruel killing game, class 78 is forced to either kill or stay trapped forever.
Makoto Naegi, the Ultimate Lucky Student becomes friends with an unusual pair... of people?
Who would've thought discovering who murdered someone would get him two boyfriends.
Spoilers for Danganronpa Trigger Happy Havoc (somewhat)
You can read it on AO3 here
Makoto awoke to Monokuma’s morning announcement annoyed. After the last class trial he was totally beaten mentally.
But I guess I’m faring better than Taka… Makoto thought to himself.
After Mondo’s execution, Kiyotaka had refused to move from his spot. Sakura had to pick him up and move him to his room.
He was just a husk of his former self.
The idea unnerved Makoto. For better or worse, Kiyotaka was the life of the students.
Sure he was loud, a bit bossy, and sometimes annoying. Makoto thought to himself. But he was also a good person at heart and he did things that he thought was for the best.
Makoto frowned at his line of thought. Kiyotaka was going to be fine.
He just had to be.
When Makoto arrived at the cafeteria for the morning meeting, he was surprised that the only other person there was Sakura.
“Ah Makoto,” Sakura said. “You’re the second person to arrive.”
“That’s odd,” Makoto said. “Did something happen…?”
“Not that I know of,” Sakura said. “It seems likely that everyone is still shaken up after…”
“Yeah,” Makoto interrupted quickly. “That was… pretty terrible.”
“Puhuhu!” Monokuma said, appearing out of nowhere. “Already giving up, Makoto?”
“No way!” Makoto yelled. “But… I’m allowed to reflect on the previous events of this ‘killing game’.”
“Aw…” Monokuma said, pouting. “You two are no fun… I’ll come back when everyone else arrives!”
“Do you want to talk about what happened?” Makoto asked. “At least until the others come?”
“No,” Sakura said. “I’ll be fine, eventually.”
“Alright,” Makoto said, falling into awkward silence.
Eventually everyone other than Byakuya, Toko, and Yasuhiro made their way to the cafeteria.
Makoto wasn’t sure if it was a good thing that Kiyotaka had arrived. He didn’t seem any bit better since the class trial.
“Hm,” Celeste said. “It seems that Hiro is skipping, no?”
“That is unlike him,” Sakura noted. “He is not one to miss out on breakfast.”
“It’s a bit too early to assume he was murdered,” Kyoko said. “We haven’t even gotten a new motive yet.”
“Perhaps he’s just oversleeping,” Junko added. “He always struck me as the lazy type of guy.”
“Wouldn’t Monokuma’s morning announcement wake anyone?” Makoto asked. “You could be sleeping like a rock and that would jolt you.”
“Mr. Hagakure dead so soon?!” Hifumi yelled.
“No,” said Kyoko and Junko.
“Speaking of missing students,” Makoto said. “Do we know where Toko went?”
“Wow Makoto, you didn’t notice her huge crush on the rich kid?” Junko asked. “She’s probably stalking him right now.”
“S-stalking him?!” Makoto asked. “You really think she’d go that far?”
“Of course,” Junko said. “Girls like that always chase after the guy they love, it’s in their nature or whatever.”
“Perhaps we should look for Hiro,” Sakura said. “He must have a good reason for skipping.”
“...” Kiyotaka said, staring blankly ahead.
“R-right.” Makoto said. “Let’s go find Hiro!”
Makoto started to leave the cafeteria when he noticed Kiyotaka was following him. Deciding not to comment on it, Makoto thought the best place to check for Yasuhiro would be his room.
Knocking on the door, Yasuhiro warily opened it.
“You can’t let the gh-ghosts get me man!” Yasuhiro yelled. “You’ve got to promise you’ll get rid of the ghosts!”
“Huh?!” Makoto asked. “Ghosts? What are you talking about?”
“T-that green light. Man these ghosts can’t fool me!” Yasuhiro said. “If I step outside I’m sure to be ghost food!”
“...” Kiyotaka said.
“See!” Yasuhiro yelled. “Taka’s seen the ghost too!”
“I still don’t understand,” Makoto said. “What ghosts are you talking about?”
At this point everyone from the cafeteria had gathered up to see what Yasuhiro was talking about.
“The ghost in the bath house!” Yasuhiro said. “Chihiro was surrounded by a green light and he tried to speak to me!”
“Green light?” Kyoko asked. “Could you show us?”
“No way!” Yasuhiro yelled. “That’s a good way to end up dead.”
“As long as you show us,” Sakura said. “No harm will come to you from any ghosts.”
“Do you promise?” Yasuhiro asked.
“Of course,” Sakura replied.
Slowly, but surely, Yasuhiro opened his door.
“A-alright,” Yasuhiro said. “But before we begin, we need something to protect us from the ghosts…”
“Something to protect you from the ghosts?” Junko asked. “What, a vacuum to suck the ghost up?”
“No!” Yasuhiro yelled. “Salt to create a salt circle, that always keeps the occult away!”
Doesn’t that just work on demons and vampires…? Makoto thought to himself.
“Alright,” Junko said. “I’m gonna get some salt. Hope ghosts don’t eat me or whatever.”
“Hey! Take this seriously!” Yasuhiro yelled at Junko’s retreating form.
Shortly after, Junko came back with a salt shaker.
“Will this save you from the ghosts?” Junko asked.
“Was it blessed by a priest?” Yasuhiro asked.
“Sure,” Junko said. “It even said 5 Hail Marys.”
“Then it’s perfect!” Yasuhiro said.
“Lead the way, then,” Kyoko said.
Yasuhiro led the group to the Bath House in which they noticed that a laptop was in one of the lockers.
“Isn’t this the laptop we asked Chihiro to hack?” Celeste asked. “Why is it over here?”
“Perhaps this is what he decided to do with the project we gave him,” Sakura replied. “I believe he wanted to prove himself to us.”
“That doesn’t explain the weird green light, does it?” Junko said. “Or are we assuming Hiro is just going insane?”
“Hey! Don’t be mean, I’m perfectly sane!” Yasuhiro yelled.
“I wonder if we can summon a demon here, Mr. Hagakure.”
“Don’t even joke about that!”
“Perhaps,” Kyoko said. “That green light had something to do with a computer program Chihiro made.”
“A computer program that Chihiro made?” Celeste asked. “What makes you so sure?”
“I’m not,” Kyoko said. “We’ll only be able to confirm this when we turn the computer on.”
Kyoko went to the computer and powered it on.
“Hm,” Celeste said. “There seems to be a program called ‘Alter Ego’, maybe you should turn it on.”
Kyoko clicked on the Alter Ego program, starting it up. The monitor soon showed a green background with Chihiro’s face on it.
“Welcome back, Master!” The image of Chihiro said.
“M-master...?” Hifumi said. “Isn’t this the stuff fantasies are made up of?”
“Hey wait… if this is Chihiro, isn’t that a guy…?” Makoto asked.
“I didn’t know you were so narrow minded, Mr. Naegi!”
“I don’t think this is Chihiro, per say,” Celesia began. “‘Alter Ego’ means other self, no?”
“So you’re saying that this is another part of Chihiro?” Junko asked. “I guess that guy really isn’t dead.”
“Hey,” Makoto said, “I think I’ve heard about programs like this before. They’re supposed to be so advanced that they might take over humanity some day.”
“I suppose a computer program that could learn and grow like a human would have the ability,” Celeste said. “It is scary, no?”
“Well, instead of ogling at it, let’s ask him some questions!” Junko said. “This sort of thing is exciting, right?!”
“Maybe I should do it,” Celeste said. “After all, I am the most trustworthy person here.”
“How are we going to ask him questions?” Yasuhiro asked. “Do we have to learn another language or something…?”
“No,” Celeste said. “I believe I am supposed to type in my answers.”
“Almost like a chat room,” Hifumi said. “I wonder what else it knows…”
“Stay on topic,” Junko said. “No one cares about your fantasies with it.”
“Alright,” Makoto said. “Let’s see how much he knows about the situation.”
“How aware are you of the current going ons?” Celeste typed into the computer.
“Master didn’t tell me much,” Alter Ego said. “But from what I’ve been able to piece together it seems very grim.”
“You keep referring to this ‘Master’. This is Chihiro, no?” Celeste typed.
“Yes,” Alter Ego answered. “My Master is Chihiro Fujisaki.”
“We have to tell him about what happened to Chihiro,” Makoto said. “That’s the right thing to do, right?”
“...” Kiyotaka said.
“I suppose you are right,” Celeste said. “But it’s not like he can feel anyways, no?”
“Your Master was killed by Mondo Owada.” Celeste typed out.
“Oh…” Alter Ego said. “I did know that he had a high chance of dying… but… still…”
“Are there any other things we want to say to Alter Ego?” Celeste asked. “I fear we cannot stay much longer when the threat of discovery lurks near.”
“I want to… apologize,” Kiyotaka said. “For my bro… and my… actions as well.”
“Huh…? Taka can speak?!” Yasuhiro yelled out.
“Hm,” Celeste said. “Well then maybe you can take over, no?”
After saying that, Celeste handed the computer over to Kiyotaka who sat down and placed it on his lap.
“I’msa szoryr fore waht my bros died to hyour master,” Kiyotaka attempted to type while crying and shaking.
“Huh…? I’m sorry but I don’t understand!” Alter Ego responded.
“Maybe it’s better if you let someone else type for you…” Makoto suggested, staring at the garbled text that Kiyotaka had written.
“Can… you tell Chihiro… that I’m sorry for… what Bro has done...” Kiyotaka said, handing over the laptop to Makoto.
“Alright, sure…” Makoto said. “What do you want to say?”
“Tell him… I am sorry... “ Kiyotaka said.
“Taka says he’s sorry about what happened to Chihiro,” Makoto typed. “For both him and Mondo.”
“Apologizing…?” Alter Ego asked. “Huh… does he feel responsible for the death of Master?”
“Yeah,” Makoto typed. “You can say that for sure.”
“Um,” Alter Ego said. “If you don’t mind I have an idea that might be able to lift his spirits.”
“Huh…?” Makoto typed. “What do you mean?”
Suddenly an image of Mondo’s head appeared on the screen.
“Hey, bro!” ‘Mondo’ yelled out. “You’re not takin’ this too hard, are you?!”
Kiyotaka perked up as he heard Mondo, staring intently at the screen.
“Are you already givin’ up?” ‘Mondo’ asked. “What about our manly bond?! Did that mean fuckin’ nothing to you?”
“From what Master told me about Mondo…” Alter Ego explained, “this is the best simulation I can make.”
“Things aren’t going to get better by standin’ around, you know?!” ‘Mondo’ said. “What’s gonna change if you keep mopin’? Nothing.”
“You need to move on, you hear me?!” ‘Mondo’ said. “And I’m not fuckin’ around!”
“I get it now,” Kiyotaka said. “I can feel myself changing deep within my heart, no, my very soul!”
“Those words! They’re inside me…!” Kiyotaka yelled, closing his eyes. After a few short seconds, his hair turned white and his eyes started to flame.
“Taka…?!” Makoto yelled. “What the hell just happened to you?!”
“Taka…? Who the fudge is that?!” Kiyotaka said. “I’m not Taka, I’m me…!”
“That’s an interesting name,” Celeste said. “But perhaps there is something else we could call you?”
“Wh-what just happened?!” Yasuhiro yelled. “Did Taka get taken over by a gh-ghost?!”
“I told you, I’m not Taka!” Kiyotaka yelled.
“Um… what are w-we supposed to call you then, Mr…?” Hifumi asked.
“I’m a mix of Taka and Mondo… so…” Kiyotaka said. “Call me Kiyondo Ishida you dumbfaces!”
“A mix of both Taka and Mondo…?” Kyoko asked, “Could you perhaps explain that in a bit more detail?”
“You wouldn’t get their manly bond!” Kiyondo yelled.
“Woah,” Junko said. “I guess romance can also penetrate the barrier of death.”
“Well, there’s no use staying in here any longer,” Celeste said. “Unless we want to alert the mastermind to our only trump card.”
“We can’t lose Alter Ego!” both Hifumi and Kiyondo yelled at the same time.
“Yes,” Celeste said. “It would appear so.”
“Alright then,” Makoto said. “Let’s head back to the cafeteria!”
After leaving the bath house, the students were stopped by Monokuma.
“Hey, what were you all doing in there…?” Monokuma asked. “Don’t tell me you were getting all frisky!”
“No!” Kiyondo yelled. “That would be fudging unwholesome!”
“Huh…?” Monokuma asked. “Did Kiyotaka go albino since the last time I saw him?”
“Yeah!” Makoto said, “We were all giving him a pep talk and that happened…!”
“In the bath house?” Monokuma asked.
“Yeah!” Makoto said, quickly. “Is there any other place to go?”
“Makoto is right,” Sakura said. “Going to the bath house gives one a clearer perspective.”
“It was very enlightening, no?” Celeste said. “But now we must go have our breakfast so, goodbye Monokuma.”
“Aw,” Monokuma said. “You kids are tooooooo boring!”
After everyone went back to the cafeteria, Celeste started the morning meeting once more.
“Before we discuss investigating the new areas we’ve unlocked,” Celeste said, “I would like to discuss a new rule…”
“Hey!” Yasuhiro said. “Shouldn’t we let our leader lead the discussion if he’s feeling better?”
“Perhaps,” Celeste admits. “But I think this is important to our continued survival.”
“Very well,” Kiyondo said. “As long as you don’t take up too much time with what ya wanna fudgin’ say!”
“I believe I’ve noticed a pattern with the murders,” Celeste began. “That is to say that they all happened at night, no?”
“Huh,” Makoto said. “You’re right.”
“So I suggest we have some sort of curfew,” Celeste said. “Past the night time announcement no student should be out of their dorms.”
“That’s way too restrictive!” Yasuhiro complained.
“Maybe, if you’re a murderer.” Celeste responded.
“But what if we want-” Yasuhiro said, before getting interrupted by Kiyondo.
“Then it’s settled, so everyone listen up!” Kiyondo yelled. “Once ya hear the night time announcement you better get your butts to bed!”
“So now,” Kyoko said. “We must attempt to discover what new areas have opened up.”
“Yeah,” Junko said. “But there’s something that’s been bothering me about our newest revelation.”
“Then speak up!” Kiyondo yelled. “No one here is gonna read your mind you dumbbutt!”
“How did Hiro even discover that anyways?” Junko asked. “I mean he had no real reason to be out, right?”
“H-huh?!” Yasuhiro asked. “Well, um, you see, every couple of years I have to go to a bathhouse and um…”
“And what?” Junko asked.
“And if I don’t, my success rate in predictions goes down!” Yasuhiro said. “It’s really bad and taxing, but it’s what a man has got to do.”
He can’t be serious… right? Makoto thought to himself.
“Isn’t your prediction rate already low?” Celeste asked.
“I’m right at least 30 percent of the time!” Yasuhiro argued.
“Guess someone missed the bathhouse ritual too many times,” Junko said. “If you believe in that bullshit anyways.”
“Alright!” Kiyondo yelled. “Back on topic! We must explore this fudgin’ school until we know all the odds and ends!”
“Alright!” Makoto said. “I’m pumped!”
“This is our only course of action,” Sakura said. “I’ll also see if there’s any hope of escape on the new floor.”
“Everyone split up!” Kiyondo yelled. “And don’t come back until you dumbbutts have explored everything there is to explore!”
Makoto walked out of the cafeteria. Monokuma hadn’t given them any hints on where to explore.
He was really on his own for this one.
Makoto decided the best place to check first was the third floor. It was almost guaranteed that it would be unlocked.
Making his way up the stairs, he stopped when he passed the pool’s door. The scratches were gone, almost like nothing had ever happened.
But that’s not true, Makoto thought to himself. Chihiro, Hina, and Mondo are all gone, no amount of erasing could change that.
Makoto sighs. He knows that line of thinking isn’t going to get him anywhere. Stealing one more glance at the door, he makes his way up to the third floor.
As he made his way up, he noticed Sakura staring at the window annoyed.
“Any luck?” Makoto asked, although he already knew the answer.
“No,” Sakura replied. “It seems that escape on the third floor is also hopeless, as we feared.”
“The Mastermind really thought this through, huh?” Makoto asked.
“It seems, so.” Sakura said. “Good luck on your investigation.”
Sakura walked downstairs, trying to avoid any more conversation.
Makoto couldn’t blame her. She had lost Aoi only recently.
Alright, Makoto thought to himself. Let’s get this over with!
Makoto went to the first room he saw, which seemed to be a recreation room. Celeste was already exploring the area, seeming very interested in it.
“See anything interesting, Celeste?” Makoto asked.
“It seems we finally have entertainment,” Celeste responded. “That is something to celebrate, no?”
“Yeah,” Makoto said. “Wait, are those magazines over there?”
“Puhuhuhu! What a sharp eye, Makoto!” Monokuma praised. “But don’t get your hopes up, those are the only magazines you’ll ever get to read!”
“They do not get updated weekly?” Celeste asked.
“Of course not!” Monokuma answered. “That’s a luxury only people outside of the school deserve!”
“Cruel of you, is it not?” Celeste asked. “Well, I suppose something is better than nothing.”
Monokuma only laughed as he disappeared.
“Nonetheless,” Celeste continued, “I suppose having something to do is better than nothing, wouldn’t you say, Makoto?”
“Huh…?” Makoto asked. “Well yeah, of course…”
“Well, there is much more to explore,” Celeste said, as she began to walk out. “And it seems we have such little time. So until later, Makoto.”
That sure was cryptic, Makoto thought. Well I guess it is Celeste I’m talking to.
Makoto looked at the room once more.
The rec room had darts, othello, and a pool table. Makoto wondered if the magazines were worth reading but decided he didn’t have the time.
I’ll come back here later, there has to be something worth looking at here.
Makoto walked out of the recreation room, deciding to make a turn into the hallway he had ignored before.
“More classrooms…?” Makoto questioned out loud.
“Duh!” Monokuma yelled, causing Makoto to jump back in fear. “This is a school, remember?!”
“Yeah… but I mean, it’s not like you’re teaching us anything…” Makoto replied, scratching his cheek sheepishly.
“I’m teaching you the danger of having friends!” Monokuma said. “It’s a dog eat dog world but that doesn’t apply to me because I’m a bear!”
“Do you have anything useful to say…?” Makoto asked.
“Wow, is our tiny little Makoto finally growing a spine?!” Monokuma asked. “Because if you are, you’re seriously a little late!”
“Um…”
“Anyways, I’ll leave you to explore this classroom!” Monokuma said before disappearing.
Makoto checked the classrooms. He quickly decided there was nothing of note in them other than the weird messages on their chalkboards.
Alright! Makoto thought. There’s only a couple more rooms on this floor, right?
Makoto checked his e-Handbook to confirm that there were only a couple rooms left on the floor.
The icon that was closest was an icon of a statue. If Makoto had to guess it was probably an art room of some sort.
Making his way to the room, he opened the door and saw two desks, some easels, and some statues.
“Hello, Mr. Naegi,” Hifumi said, “enjoying the finer arts?”
“Huh…? No not really,” Makoto replied. “I’m just exploring…”
“Well I’m for one glad this room exists,” Hifumi said. “It now allows me to make more fanwork!”
“Oh yeah…” Makoto said, “you didn’t have any art supplies with you, huh?”
“Unfortunately everything I had of value was taken by the wicked Mastermind!”
“Well, I’m glad the room is good for you,” Makoto said. “But what’s with that door over there?”
“Oh that’s the supply room,” Hifumi said casually. “I’ve already grabbed what I need from there for the time being.”
Makoto nodded before moving to the door and opening it.
Inside was a yellow room with a bunch of art materials, a statue, and some art on the wall.
After a quick glance on the floor, Makoto noticed a picture on the floor. Grabbing it to examine it Makoto realized it was Mondo, Leon and Chihiro.
Huh…? How is this possible? Makoto thought to himself. I thought we all just met each other when the killing game started…?
“Puhuhuhu! Our Makoto is looking at some scandalous material…!” Monokuma said, as he appeared.
“Monokuma!” Makoto yelled. “What is this?”
“What do you think it is?” Monokuma asked. “It’s a picture, you uneducated brat!”
“I can see that,” Makoto said. “But how are they hanging out…?!”
“Huh…?” Monokuma asked. “Well you see, it’s a very long story and we’re running a bit behind schedule!”
“Huh…?”
“Anyways, if you could just give me that…” Monokuma said as he took the picture from Makoto. “Have a nice life, Makoto!”
What the hell?! Makoto thought to himself. How come he can just leave and not explain himself…?
After staring at the spot where Monokuma just was, Makoto decided to leave the storage room.
When he came back into the art lab, Hifumi had already left.
Well, Makoto thought to himself, other than that picture and the Monokuma statue I don’t think there’s anything of note in here.
Checking his e-Handbook, Makoto realized he only had one place left to explore, leaving the art lab he made his way to the last room.
Checking the sign, he saw it read ‘Physics Lab’.
Guess there are more classrooms here, Makoto thought. Not like we’re doing any learning in here.
As Makoto entered the room he could see both Yasuhiro and Kiyondo.
“Hey, Makoto, check it out!” Yasuhiro yelled. “It’s the Psychic’s Lab! Finally, the place for me!”
“Um… isn’t this the physics lab…?” Makoto asked.
“Obviously it is,” Kiyondo said. “This dumbbutt just doesn’t know how to read.”
“Hey!” Yasuhiro said. “Don’t be mean! Now I need to find somewhere else to do my predictions…”
“Why don’t you do your ‘bath house ritual’, then?” Kiyondo asked. “You did fudging mention it before, right?”
“Huh…? The ‘bath house ritual’...? What are you talking about?” Yasuhiro asked.
Did he alright forget his lie already…? Makoto thought.
“Uh, anyways,” Makoto said. “What’s the big machine in the center?”
“Woah! That’s my time machine, so you better be careful!” Monokuma warned.
“Your time machine?!” Yasuhiro yelled. “That’s pretty impressive!”
“Hey, Taka,” Monokuma said. “Aren’t you interested in going back and saving your bro?”
“Obviously that’s not fudgin’ possible, you dumbbutt!” Kiyondo said. “What is it actually?”
“Aww, you saw through my lie too easily…” Monokuma sulked. “In actuality, it’s an air purifier so you freaks don’t die!”
“An air purifier?” Makoto asked.
“Haven’t you been wondering how you’ve been breathing in a locked space?” Monokuma said. “This place is shut tight, so this is the only way you losers can get oxygen!”
“Huh…?” Yasuhiro said. “But don’t you need air too?”
“Of course not, I’m a freakin’ bear!”
Um, Makoto thought. Bears also need air…
“Anyways,” Monokuma said. “If you want to keep living, don’t mess with that machine!”
“He’s gone again,” Yasuhiro said. “Man, I wonder where he gets off to…”
“It doesn’t matter,” Kiyondo responded. “He should be the least of our fudgin’ worries.”
Makoto looked around and noticed a door at the back of the room, just like in the art room.
That’s probably another storage room, right? Makoto thought to himself. Maybe I should ask anyways.
“Hey,” Makoto said. “Have either of you been in the room at the back?”
“Huh…? There’s a door over there?” Yasuhiro asked.
“No,” Kiyondo answered. “I fudgin’ haven’t.”
Makoto hummed, before deciding to head for the room.
Best not to leave any pebbles untouched. Makoto thought to himself. That’s the saying, right…?
Once he made his way to the storage room, he noticed it was largely unremarkable. The room just screamed ‘boring’.
Or maybe that was just because he wasn’t into physics…
Makoto left the room as quickly as he entered.
“Nothing in there, then?” Kiyondo asked.
“No,” Makoto answered. “It’s just a plain old storage room if there ever was any.”
“Of fudgin’ course,” Kiyondo responded.
“Is there anything else I need to see here?” Makoto asked.
“No, you can leave now,” Kiyondo responded coldly.
Makoto frowned at Kiyondo’s response but left the room as suggested.
Alright, the third floor is done. Now let’s see what else has been unlocked! Makoto thought to himself.
Making his way back to the first floor, Makoto noticed that the door near the still blocked staircase was unlocked.
Makoto went inside and noticed it was full of random materials.
“Welcome, welcome, welcome!” Monokuma yelled. “This is the storage closet, filled with all the things you’d ever need and then some!”
“Huh…?” Makoto asked. “‘Filled with all the things you’d ever need’...?”
“Yep!” Monokuma said. “We here at Hope’s Peak Academy wish to make your stay a comfortable one.”
“So this place is just full of everything…?”
“Yep! Anything you could ever think of, although considering it’s you I doubt you could think of much…”
“Hey…!”
“Anyways, enjoy exploring Makoto!” Monokuma said. “And don’t worry, everything here is free!”
Makoto decided not to bother looking around in the storage closet. He had the feeling he would get lost if he spent too much time there.
Just as Makoto left the storage closet, he was intercepted by Junko.
“Hey, Makoto,” Junko said. “Do y’wanna explore together?”
“Huh…? I’ve already explored the third floor and the storage closet.”
“Oh! That means you haven’t been at the nurse’s office yet, then,” Junko said. “I’ll take you there and we can do an ‘examination’.”
“Alright,” Makoto said. “Lead the way, then.”
Makoto and Junko made their way to the nurse’s office.
“So, Makoto,” Junko said. “What d’ya think?”
“It looks very sterile…?” Makoto said. “I’m assuming there’s medicine in here?”
“Yep!” Junko answered. “And sedatives for the desperate girl.”
Makoto walked towards the fridge and opened it.
“Huh…? Is this blood?” Makoto asked.
“Yep! According to Monokuma it’s for blood transfusions,” Junko said. “Although at that point I think you’d be considered dead.”
“I mean, at least it’s useful, right?” Makoto asked.
“Yeah,” Junko said. “I mean, I guess.”
“Anyways, Makoto, I think we’ve explored everything here,” Junko said. “So let’s head back together so we stay safe, alright?”
“That’s smart,” Makoto said. “Alright, to the cafeteria, right?”
“Yep, that’s where the meetings are held, anyways.”
Makoto and Junko headed back to the cafeteria, in which they were the last ones back.
“Oh? Junko and Makoto arriving at the same time?” Celeste asked. “You two weren’t doing anything, were you?”
“You two wouldn’t fudgin’ dare!” Kiyondo yelled. “That’s just not right!” “H-huh…?!” Makoto said. “What are you guys talking about?!”
“Hm,” Kyoko said. “No matter, let us just discuss what we discovered from our investigations.”
“It seems escape from the third floor is impossible, as we had feared,” Sakura said.
“Are the windows just as tight as before?!” Kiyondo asked.
“Yes,” Sakura said. “It seems unlikely that anything we do will get them to budge.”
“Speaking of the third floor,” Celeste began, “there seems to be a recreational room of sorts. I suppose that’s better than nothing, no?”
“A rec room?” Junko asked. “What’s in it?”
“An othello board, a pool table, a dartboard and a few magazines I believe,” Celeste responded.
“Magazines?” Kiyondo asked. “Is there any chance that we’ll be able to use ‘em to get access to the outside world?”
“No,” Celeste answered. “Monokuma has already confirmed that those are the only magazines we’ll be getting.”
“Dang it!” Kiyondo yelled.
“On the third floor there’s also an art lab,” Hifumi began. “Perfect for someone like me!”
“There’s also a storage room,” Makoto added. “Oh wait! That reminds me, I found an odd picture in there.”
“An odd picture?” Kiyondo asked. “Mac, you better fudgin’ explain…!”
Mac? Makoto thought.
“Well, there was a picture of Mondo, Leon and Chihiro all hanging out in school uniforms…” Makoto said. “But that isn’t possible, right?!”
“Hm, and where is this picture now?” Celeste asked.
“Monokuma took it from me and left before I could ask any questions.”
“It was most obviously a forgery, Mr. Naegi!” Hifumi answered.
“Yeah, dude,” Yasuhiro said. “It was probably meant to give you doubt or whatever.”
“Moving on,” Kiyondo said. “There’s also a physics lab with a fudgin’ air purifier.”
“An air purifier?” Sakura asked. “I suppose that would mean that none of the air we’ve been breathing has been fresh.”
“That is worrying, is it not?” Celeste added. “If we’re breathing in recycled air, that means there really is no opening.”
“That has to be impossible!” Yasuhiro yelled. “There’s no way we’re trapped, right?!”
“Perhaps it’s not so bad,” Kyoko said. “That means the mastermind is trapped with us, correct?”
“I mean I guess,” Junko said. “But it’s not like they’re the one trapped inside a killing game, right?”
“Have there been any other discoveries of fudgin’ importance?” Kiyondo asked.
“There’s a storage closet near our dorms,” Makoto said. “Although I think it’s better if we call it a warehouse.”
“Why would you call it a warehouse, Mr. Naegi?” Hifumi asked.
“It’s pretty big and according to Monokuma it has everything you’d ever need and then some.”
“Woah, I wonder if it has more ‘interesting’ magazines…” Yasuhiro said.
“Fuckin’ gross, dude.” Junko responded.
“Stay on fudgin’ topic, dumbbutt!” Kiyondo yelled.
“Sorry, sorry,” Yasuhiro said.
“Oh and before we go to bed,” Junko said. “Makoto and I discovered that the nurse’s office is now officially open!”
“Is there any protein?” Sakura asked.
“No,” Makoto answered. “Just over the counter medication and sedatives.”
“Oh and don’t forget about the blood in the fridge!” Junko added.
“Disappointing,” Sakura said. “But not surprising.”
“Well then,” Kiyondo said. “That should conclude our meeting.”
“Remember, you dumbbutts better hit the sack as soon as Monokuma’s night time announcement plays or else I’ll beat ya!” Kiyondo said. “And also make sure to return here bright and early! Breakfast is very important!”
The class hummed in agreement and they all made their way out.
Makoto was making his way back to his room when the night time announcement played.
Feeling thoroughly exhausted, Makoto locked his door and threw himself onto his bed, quickly drifting off to a dreamless sleep.
Makoto awoke with a bolt, breathing quickly and grasping onto his sheets. He couldn’t remember much about the nightmare, other than Aoi pulling him into the pool and gargling incomprehensible threats to him.
As he realized that sleep was unlikely to come to him again, Monokuma’s morning announcement played.
Makoto shuffled his way into the shower and grimaced when the bathroom light turned on. Quickly showering he turned the lights off and changed into a fresh pair of clothes.
Makoto was the first one in the cafeteria, although he doubted that would be true for much longer.
Makoto turned around as he heard Celeste’s heels clicking on the cafeteria’s floor.
“Makoto, you’re up early, no?” Celeste asked, tilting her head ever so slightly.
“Yeah,” Makoto said. “There was no reason for me to stay in my room.”
“Oh?” Celeste asked. “Do you no longer like sleeping in?”
“It’s a long story,” Makoto replied, looking away. “Plus the sooner I can get to the meeting the better.”
“I suppose that is fair,” Celeste said. “But do be careful you’re getting enough sleep.”
Eventually everyone other than Kiyondo, Hifumi, Byakuya, and Toko made their way to the cafeteria.
“Is our leader skipping the morning meeting?!” Yasuhiro yelled out. “He must be possessed by a gh-ghost or something!”
“Will you shut up about ghosts?” Junko said. “He’s probably doing something ‘private’, if you catch my drift.”
“Still, for Kiyondo and Hifumi to be missing,” Sakura said. “This is worrying.”
“I don’t believe we should assume the worst,” Kyoko said. “After all, there’s no reason for anything to have gone wrong, yet.”
“Maybe we should look for them,” Makoto offered up. “It’s not like we have anything to discuss without them here anyways.”
“Perhaps we should go together as a group,” Celeste said. “I have a feeling I know where they are anyways.”
“Alright,” Junko said. “Lead the way then.”
Celeste led the group to the bath house which they could already hear a commotion inside.
“Sounds like some juicy stuff is happening in there!” Monokuma said, as he appeared. “You don’t think they’re doing anything ‘unwholesome’ in there, do you?”
“Don’t be crude, Monokuma,” Celeste said. “They’re probably brawling it out, no?”
“What are you brats even doing in there?!” Monokuma asked. “I’ve seen Hifumi and Kiyotaka going in there three times just last night!”
“Sounds like the Ultimate Moral Compass is breaking his own rules,” Junko said. “Guess he isn’t that good, right Makoto?”
“Huh…?” Makoto asked.
“You say they went in there last night?” Celeste asked. “Perhaps Yasuhiro’s theory was correct after all.” “You’re saying that Kiyondo was possessed by a gh-gh-ghost?!” Yasuhiro yelled. “I don’t wanna die!”
“Perhaps we should investigate,” Kyoko said. “We don’t know if Monokuma is telling the truth.”
“Hey-” Monokuma began but he was cut off by Sakura.
“You’re right,” Sakura said. “Let’s confirm the situation for ourselves.”
The class moved past Monokuma and went into the bath house. Kiyondo and Hifumi were fighting over Alter Ego, although they hadn’t touched it yet.
“Get out of the way you lard cake!” Kiyondo yelled. “You’re keeping me away from my bro!”
“Your ‘bro’...? Alter Ego is obviously my true love Mr. Ishida!” Hifumi yelled back.
“As if someone like them could love someone like you…!” Kiyondo yelled. “Taka and Mondo’s bond melted into me, I have the fudgin’ right to talk to him!”
“Your ‘bro’ is a fake! Unlike my love for them!”
“How about you say that again to my fudgin’ fist-”
“Will you two idiots shut the hell up?!” Celeste yelled. She looked slightly feral. “If you don’t keep your mouths closed, Monokuma is going to discover Alter Ego.”
Is Celeste okay…? Makoto thought. Did she just lose her temper?
“Huh?!” Both Kiyondo and Hifumi said, only now noticing that they had an audience.
“Monokuma is getting suspicious of the noise,” Makoto explained. “He’s bound to check here eventually.”
“Until Alter Ego can make those files accessible,” Kyoko said. “We should try to keep our time here limited.”
“That is the best course of action, no?” Celeste asked, as she tried to fix her appearance.
“Fudge,” Kiyondo said. “Now you’re gonna say you want us to stay away from the computer or whatever the heck.”
“That is the wisest course of action, no?” Celeste asked. “But you two will have to agree.”
“We already know you’ve broken rules to get into here as well,” Junko said. “Monokuma told us how you both entered here at odd hours of the night.”
“Are you sure this thing isn’t possessing you both?” Yasuhiro asked. “You guys have been acting super weird.”
“Don’t be fudgin’ ridiculous,” Kiyondo responded. “It was a one time slip, it won’t happen again.”
“How the mighty have fallen,” Junko said, as she pushed her hair onto her back. “Anyways, did you two idiots even check Alter Ego’s progress on the files?”
“We might’ve been a bit busy,” Kiyondo admitted. “But that doesn’t give you the right to fudgin’ judge me.”
“Well,” Celeste said. “Then we better ask Alter Ego about their progress then, no?”
Hifumi and Kiyondo moved out of Celeste’s way as she made her way to the computer.
“Hello, Alter Ego,” Celeste typed. “How is your progress on restoring the files?”
“It’s going well,” Alter Ego responded. “Although it might take a day or so longer…”
“Alright,” Celeste typed back. “Keep up the work, we don’t have much time, alright?”
“I’ll do my best!” Alter Ego responded eagerly.
“Then we best depart,” Celeste said. “We don’t want the Mastermind to get too suspicious, no?”
“What excuse are we going to use this time?” Junko asked.
“Perhaps we should blame it on Kiyondo and Hifumi,” Kyoko offered up. “They are the reason we are here right now.”
“Hey! It’s all Mr. Ishida’s fault! He’s keeping me from my true love!” Hifumi said.
“As if anyone could fudgin’ love you,” Kiyondo responded. “You’re the one keepin’ me from my bro.”
“Perhaps we should just drag them out and explain to Monokuma that they are enemies,” Sakura said. “It would not be far from the truth.”
“Maybe we should just say we were bathing?” Makoto said. “I mean, it’s what we’re supposed to be doing here, right?”
“That seems suitable enough,” Celeste said. “Perhaps we should say something of the likes of ‘that was a fun time bathing’.”
“I suppose if it's for Monokuma’s benefit,” Kyoko said. “That would be quite smart.”
“Well Hiro,” Junko said. “You’re the one who spends their time the most doing ‘bath house rituals’ maybe you should announce it.”
“Huh…? But what am I supposed to say?” Yasuhiro asked.
“I dunno, maybe something like ‘Wow, that was a great time at the bath!’,” Junko said. “Or something along those lines.”
“Wow! That was a great time at the bath!” Yasuhiro repeated loudly, as he walked towards the exit.
“God, that guy has no career in acting,” Junko said as she walked out after him.
The others followed after Yasuhiro and Junko as they headed back into the cafeteria.
“So, what the fudge did we miss?!” Kiyondo questioned.
“Nothing of extreme importance,” Celeste said. “We were just worried about the wellbeing of you both.”
“Still, perhaps we should be careful about the bath house now,” Kyoko said. “We do not want Monokuma peeking in at us during questionable times.”
“But it’s not like we can stand guard either,” Makoto added. “We all need to sleep and we have the night time rule in place for a reason.”
“Hm,” Celeste said. “Speaking of which, I find it quite irritating how two of us violated that rule.”
“I wouldn’t have to if that bucket of lard just let me see my fudging bro!” Kiyondo said.
“As if I’m to blame, Mr. Ishida,” Hifumi responded. “You’re the one stopping me!”
“We do not care who started it,” Celeste said. “We only care that you finish it and quickly.”
“Otherwise, perhaps we shall need to look for a new leader, no?” Celeste added.
“Hey! Don’t you dare think about fudgin’ replacing me.” Kiyondo said.
“Then you should step up,” Sakura said. “We are in a tough situation currently.”
“Is there anything else we need to discuss?” Yasuhiro asked. “This is kinda boring.”
“Well, does anyone else have anything to fudgin’ say?!” Kiyondo yelled.
The group stayed silent, having talked about everything of importance.
“Well then, this meeting is fudgin’ dismissed!” Kiyondo said. “Now you dumbbutts should get out of here.”
As everyone went to leave the cafeteria, Makoto was stopped by Celeste.
“Makoto,” Celeste began. “I was wondering if we could have a bit of a chat.”
“Huh…?” Makoto asked, “Sure, what about?”
“You see, I feel we don’t really know each other as well as we should,” Celeste said. “Since it seems we are stuck here for the foreseeable future, I wish to change that.”
“Huh…?” Makoto said. “I guess you’re right.”
“So,” Celeste said. “I think the best way to see into someone is to ask them about their romantic preferences, no?”
“H-huh…? My romantic preferences?”
“Don’t be so shy, Makoto,” Celeste said. “Everyone has preferences, no?”
“U-um, yeah I guess…” Makoto said. “You might as well ask away, then.”
“So,” Celeste began. “What kind of behaviors do you attribute to your perfect partner?”
“I guess they’d have to be someone who can take charge,” Makoto admitted. “I mean, they’re supposed to be your opposite, right?”
“Take charge?” Celeste asked. “Do you mean someone prone to leadership roles?”
“Huh…?” Makoto said. “Yeah, I guess…?”
“Is there anything else you might find desirable?”
“I guess… determination?” Makoto said. “I want someone who sticks to their beliefs.”
Celeste smiled before responding. “That is… admirable.”
“Any other questions?” Makoto asked.
“Ignoring the fact that we’re trapped here,” Celeste said. “Where would your perfect date location be?”
“Hm,” Makoto said. “I guess just a picnic?”
“A picnic? That is sort of cliche, no?”
“Haha, yeah…” Makoto said, scratching his cheek. “I don’t know, it just seems like the best place to have a date?”
“I suppose I cannot judge you on that,” Celeste said. “Is this a picnic in nature or anywhere…?”
“It’d probably be better inside,” Makoto admitted. “With my luck the weather would be extra bad…”
“You are the Ultimate Lucky Student, are you not?” Celeste asked. “Unless you’re implying your admittance was some sort of a fluke.”
“Honestly…? I don’t really know.”
“Hm,” Celeste said. “An interesting fact about you indeed, Makoto.”
“Moving on,” Celeste said. “Perhaps we should talk more about you, Makoto.”
“Huh…? More about me?” Makoto asked.
“What are your hobbies outside of the killing game?” Celeste asked. “You must enjoy some things, right?”
“I like the things that are currently popular,” Makoto said. “I guess you can say I stick to trends.”
“So you would want a partner equally as trendy?”
“I’m not so sure,” Makoto admitted. “I mean it would be nice to talk to them about what I like, but I wouldn’t want them to be interested in the same exact things.”
“Hm,” Celeste said. “So more of an ‘in-general’ thing then, yes?”
“Yeah.”
“Well I’m supposing you cannot do the things you usually do in this school, no?” Celeste asked. “What do you do around here?”
“I mostly talk to everyone else,” Makoto said. “I think it’s nice getting to know everyone.”
“So a people-pleaser, then,” Celeste said. “Unexpected but certainly not a bad thing.”
Huh…? Makoto thought. Was that just an insult?
“Hm, is there anything else you do?”
“Not really,” Makoto said. “Up until now, there wasn’t much to do… I might stop by at the rec room now, but I don’t see any other big change coming.”
“Well, since you interact with everyone so often, what are your thoughts about our ‘peers’...?”
“Hm,” Makoto said, putting one of his fingers to his lips. “I mean, Kyoko’s really a mystery to me, Sakura was a bit scary at first but I think she’s a good friend.”
“I have the feeling Kiyondo might dislike me but I was at least a little close with Taka,” Makoto continued, “Hifumi’s nice when he isn’t talking about 2D.”
“Yasuhiro I’m also a bit friendly with, although I could talk to him more. Junko is a good friend to me, she’s very supportive at the very least,” Makoto said. “You’re nice as well Celeste but I don’t know if we really know each other and I haven’t gotten the chance to interact with Byakuya and Toko.”
“I suppose that all makes sense,” Celeste said. “Thank you for this enlightening conversation, Makoto.”
“Of course…?” Makoto responded.
“Until we meet again, Makoto.”
Celeste walked off after checking her e-Handbook.
Makoto decided to head to his room while he decided who else he would hang out with.
He had a couple of options, but he wasn’t sure he was feeling all too well. Now that he had time to think his nightmare came back to him in full force and it wasn’t the most pleasant thing to remember.
Before he could decide what he was going to do with his time, Makoto heard a knocking on the door.
Opening the door, Makoto discovered that his visitor was none other than Junko Enoshima.
Is she blushing…? Makoto thought.
“Hey, Makoto,” Junko said quickly. “Um, wow you’re looking pretty great.”
“Are you feeling okay, Junko?”
“Yeah, I think I could really go for a picnic or something,” Junko said. “That’s the sorta thing that’s great, right?”
“Huh…?” Makoto asked. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Um,” Junko said. “I mean I think we really need to do something about our current situation.”
“Huh?”
“I mean, someone needs to step up as a leader because I think it’s kinda obvious Kiyondo really isn’t gonna…” Junko explained.
“Do you have any ideas on who that leader could be?” Makoto asked.
“Um, maybe me,” Junko said. “Boys do like a girl in charge, right?”
“I think it depends…?” Makoto asked. “It’s a preference and everything, right?”
Junko stared at him for a moment, before frowning.
“I’ve got to talk to someone,” Junko said. “We’ll uh, talk later, I guess…”
That was really weird… Makoto thought. Does she have a fever or something?
Makoto decided to brush off Junko’s weird behavior for the time being. He wanted to get out and talk to someone else.
Makoto left his room and checked his e-Handbook. Surprisingly the only people near him were Celeste and Junko, both in the cafeteria.
Makoto decided to head towards the cafeteria, as he was feeling a bit hungry.
Once Makoto entered the cafeteria, their conversation stopped.
“Ah, Makoto,” Celeste said. “Are you here for a snack?”
“Um, yeah,” Makoto said. “I’m feeling a bit hungry.”
“Well, while you're eating, let us talk,” Celeste said. “We have much to discuss, yes?”
“Huh? We do?” Makoto asked.
“There’s an endless supply, really,” Celeste answered. “I’ll wait for you while you prepare a meal.”
Makoto entered the kitchen area and checked the fridge. Seeing a microwavable meal inside, Makoto decided to cook it.
When Makoto exited the kitchen, Junko was already gone.
“Ah, Makoto,” Celeste said. “Please do sit down, I have something of importance I must say to you.”
“‘Something of importance’...?” Makoto echoed. “Did something happen?”
“It is becoming clearer that our continued existence might be hindered,” Celeste began. “After all, we have already witnessed two class trials.”
“I want to believe that all of us can make it out of here,” Makoto responded. “But it might be impossible that we won’t face another class trial again.”
“Besides that,” Celeste said. “You’ve already missed your second chance at romance, no?”
“Huh..?” Makoto asked. “What do you mean?”
“First with Sayaka,” Celeste said. “Which I suppose wasn’t really your fault, no?”
Pausing to take a sip of tea, Celeste continued.
“And then with Hina,” Celeste said. “You did know that she was interested in you, no?”
“Huh… Sayaka and Hina were interested in me…?”
“You truly did not notice?” Celeste asked. “I suppose you are about to tell me you did not notice other people getting together as well.”
“Huh…?” Makoto said. “Other people are getting together…?!”
“You did not notice it, then,” Celeste said. “Out of respect for their privacy I will not tell you who, of course.”
“That’s fine,” Makoto said as he awkwardly scratched his cheek. “But what’s the point in bringing up failed romances now?”
“I believe that love is still in your cards,” Celeste answered. “Of course that only applies if you notice it, no?”
“You mean… someone is going to ask me out?”
“Think of it with an open mind,” Celeste said, as she got up with her cup of tea. “A relationship is beneficial for several reasons, no?”
Makoto stared into his food as he heard Celeste leave.
Am I ready for a relationship? Makoto thought. I guess I’ll just have to wait and find out.
After finishing his meal, Makoto cleaned up and walked back to his room. He started to fall asleep just as Monokuma’s night time announcement played.
“So you’re here again,” Sayaka’s voice whispered into his ear. “You’ve come to watch another girl die, right?”
“Sayaka…?” Makoto asked. “I don’t know what you’re talking about…”
“I can already see you betraying someone again,” Sayaka said. “I’m a psychic, you know.”
“I don’t…”
“Do you really not know?” Sayaka asked. “You watched me get executed and then you saw Hina’s body floating in the pool.”
“I’m sorry,” Makoto said. “I didn’t know this was going to happen.”
“Are you really sorry?” Sayaka asked. “Look down at your hands, and see all the blood.”
Makoto did as he was told, his hands were dripping with blood. It was almost enough to make him sick.
“Of course,” Sayaka began. “You don’t feel bad at all, do you?”
Makoto awoke to Monokuma’s morning announcement.
Makoto realized he was hyperventilating. He fell out of his tangled sheets and made his way to the bathroom.
During his shower, Makoto made sure to scrub his hands until they were red, although he wasn’t sure if that made things better or worse.
Makoto made his way to the cafeteria and soon after the morning meeting began.
“So!” Kiyondo began. “What new information have we fudgin’ discovered?”
“Nothing much,” Kyoko said. “Things have been thankfully uneventful.”
“Perhaps we should all convene at the bath house tonight,” Celeste said. “I think it would be a wonderful bonding experience.”
“You mean we get to see…” Hifumi began before being cut off by Celeste.
“Yes,” Celeste said.
“Anyways, I have a complaint to make,” Junko said. “I think we should get a new leader.”
“Huh…?!” Kiyondo yelled. “Do you have a fudgin’ problem with my leadership or somethin’?!”
“Yeah, actually I do,” Junko said. “You’re totally unreliable, you’re fighting with Hifumi one moment and the next moment you’re lusting over your lost bro or whatever.”
“What are you fudgin’ saying?!”
“Not only that,” Junko said. “But you’ve already broken a rule we’ve established between ourselves.”
Before Kiyondo could respond, Makoto interrupted.
“Hey,” Makoto said. “I think that’s enough.”
“Huh…?” Junko said. “You’re telling me you actually agree with his leadership?”
“As if I want Mac’s ideas on this,” Kiyondo said.
“I’m just saying that fighting isn’t going to solve anything,” Makoto said. “Let’s just try to keep the peace, alright?”
“But he’s got no respect for us,” Junko said. “The only person he cares about is long dead.”
“Shut it, Junk!” Kiyondo yelled. “You’re not gonna have your takeover.”
“Junk…?” Junko asked. “Are you calling me trash you albino rat?!”
“This isn’t going to happen again,” Sakura said. “We’re supposed to be co-existing, not killing each other.”
“Technically…” Monokuma began as he appeared. “This is a killing game, so feel free to off each other!”
“Monokuma!” Yasuhiro yelled. “H-how did you get here….?!”
“The same way he appears every time,” Kyoko said. “This shouldn’t be surprising.”
“Perhaps he’s a little slow, no?” Celeste said.
“Anyways, I’m enjoying the fights you all keep having,” Monokuma said. “So if you all could keep that up, it would make your headmaster beary happy!”
“No one asked you, Monokuma,” Sakura replied.
“In fact we will fudging get along just to spite you!” Kiyondo added. “Right, Junk?”
“Don’t call me that,” Junko responded.
“Have fun, kids!” Monokuma said before disappearing.
“That seems to conclude the morning meeting,” Kyoko said. “I suppose we should be careful in these coming days.”
“Do you think something bad will happen?” Makoto asked.
“I’m not sure,” Kyoko said. “But I am sure the motive will be revealed to us sooner than later.”
As the class went to leave the cafeteria, Makoto was once again stopped on his way out.
“Hey Makoto,” Junko said. “Could we talk for a bit?”
“Huh…?” Makoto said. “Sure, of course.”
“Anyways, let’s head to your room,” Junko said. “I want it to be private, alright?”
“Huh...? My room?” Makoto asked. “Shouldn’t it be yours?”
“Already trying to get in my room?” Junko asked. “Damn Makoto, I didn’t know you were a pervert.”
“N-no…!” Makoto yelled. “I’m just saying, there’s nothing in my room, so wouldn’t it be easier to go to yours?”
“If we’re being honest,” Junko said. “My room has nothing in it as well, so we’re not losing anything going to your room instead.”
“Alright then,” Makoto said. “I’ll lead the way.”
Makoto led Junko to his room.
“Alright, Makoto,” Junko said. “Let’s talk about our interests.”
This again…? Makoto thought. First Celeste and now Junko, I wonder if there’s a connection.
“So, um,” Junko began. “I really like picnicking, but sadly there’s like nowhere to do it in this school.”
“Yeah, there would probably be no room here.” Makoto said. “Although I guess if you’re desperate you could probably do it in the cafeteria or something.”
“And get yelled at by Kiyondo?” Junko said. “As if, plus it isn’t as romantic if you’re doing it in a shitty school cafeteria.”
“Romantic?” Makoto echoed.
“Yeah, like first date kinda things.” Junko said. “You know, the perfect girl for you would probably take you on a picnic.”
“The perfect girl for me…?” Makoto asked. “You’re still thinking about matching me up with someone when we get out of here?”
“Yep,” Junko answered. “Damn Makoto, the girl I’m thinking of would wait on you hand and foot. Isn’t that the life?”
“I mean, I guess…?” Makoto said, as he scratched his cheek awkwardly. “Speaking of relationships, Celeste also had a conversation about them with me last night.”
“Huh…?” Junko said. “What did she say?”
“She said she thought it was important for me to get in a relationship,” Makoto said. “Since I’ve already missed my shot twice.”
“She’s probably right you know,” Junko said. “You need someone to take charge for you and keep you fired up.”
“Um… do I really?”
“Yep!” Junko said. “Plus you’ve gotta get over Taka and fast.”
“H-hey…! I’ve told you before I don’t have a crush on Taka.”
“Yeah yeah, sure,” Junko said. “He’s lusting over his dead bro and he’s totally changed anyways. Seriously who the hell calls a girl ‘Junk’?!”
“I mean he’s started calling me ‘Mac’,” Makoto said. “And that’s a bit annoying, so I can see where you’re coming from.”
“So yeah,” Junko said. “But I bet you’re wanting a relationship while we’re in the killing game, huh?”
Am I? Makoto thought. I haven’t really thought about it much, even after Celeste brought it up.
“It’d be safer, right?” Makoto said. “But just getting into a relationship because of that feels… wrong, you know?”
“Yeah,” Junko said. “But, I’ve gotta prepare you for the real girl I’m setting you up with.”
“H-huh…? ‘Prepare me’?”
“Yep!” Junko said. “So let’s just say you’re off the market for now, alright?”
“W-wait, how are you so sure she’ll accept being set up with me?”
“I’ve just got a good feeling, y’know?” Junko said. “So, don’t start dating anyone Makoto or you might just break her heart!”
“Um… alright then.”
“Alright Makoto,” Junko said. “I’m off now, this conversation has made me feel a hell of a lot better.”
Junko left Makoto’s room shortly after, leaving Makoto to his own devices.
Alright, let’s check the e-Handbook and see where everyone is. Makoto thought.
Kiyondo was located in his, or rather, Kiyotaka’s room.
Alright, Makoto thought to himself. I’ve got to talk to Kiyondo eventually, right?
Makoto made his way to Kiyotaka’s room. He hesitantly knocked and Kiyondo opened the door.
“What do you want, Mac?” Kiyondo asked. “Can’t you see I’m fudgin’ busy?!”
“Huh… you’re busy…?” Makoto said. “And anyways, I only wanted to talk.”
“Pff, as if I’d ever waste my time on a buttface like you.”
“Um, alright then,” Makoto said, as he turned to walk away.
“Wait! I’ve changed my fudgin’ mind,” Kiyondo yelled. “I guess we can hang out or whatever the heck.”
Huh…? Makoto thought. I thought he didn’t want me here…?
Makoto was dragged into Kiyotaka’s room by an annoyed Kiyondo.
“So what the heck do you even want to talk about?” Kiyondo asked.
“I want to get to know you better,” Makoto admitted.
Kiyondo only stared at him.
“So um,” Makoto began, awkwardly. “Do you have any of the same interests that Mondo had?”
“Of course I fudgin’ do!” Kiyondo yelled. “Bro is a part of me, now and forever.”
“So I guess you’d know a lot about motorcycles…?”
“Duh,” Kiyondo answered. “Why do you have any knowledge on bikes, Mac?”
“I mean, I guess…?” Makoto said, as he scratched his cheek. “I mean I was almost hit by a motorcyclist a few times. That counts… right?”
“WHAT?!” Kiyondo yelled. “You were almost fudgin’ hit by motorcycles?!”
“Several times,” Makoto said, laughing awkwardly. “I mean, I always dodged out of the way, so that’s the important part, right…?”
“Why are you the one fudging dodging them?!” Kiyondo yelled. “Do you purposely stand in their way or some other fudged up thing?!”
“N-no…?” Makoto said. “I just have very bad luck, I guess.”
“And here you had me all worried over nothing at all,” Kiyondo said. “What the heck.”
“Sorry… I guess?” Makoto said.
Kiyondo just huffed and looked away.
Man, he’s really hard to talk to, Makoto thought. Does he really hate me that much?
“Anyways,” Makoto said, trying his hardest to make conversation. “How much do you know about gangs?”
“What the heck even is that question?!” Kiyondo asked. “My bro was the leader of a biker gang so what the fudge do you think?!”
“Um, I guess a lot…?”
“How much do you fudging know, Mac?”
“I’ve only really seen gangs on TV,” Makoto said, as he reached for his cheek once again. “So I’m not very knowledgeable.”
“Fudging heck, you’re as dumb as Hiro!”
“H-huh…?” Makoto said. “I don’t think not knowing-”
“I don’t even know why I fudgin’ tried to talk to you,” Kiyondo said. “Do you have anything worth saying?!”
“I guess not…?”
“Then get the heck out of my room, you dumbbutt!”
Makoto awkwardly left Kiyotaka’s room, disappointed in himself for the lack of results.
I don’t know how I’m supposed to make any progress with him, Makoto thought to himself glumly. But at least I know for sure that he probably hates me.
Makoto frowned, not knowing what else to do. Luckily for him, he remembered that the class was going to hold a meeting over Alter Ego.
I might as well head there early, Makoto thought.
When Makoto made his way into the bath house he was surprised to see Kyoko already there.
“Makoto,” Kyoko said. “I see you’ve arrived early as well.”
“Yeah,” Makoto said. “But we’re a bit too early, aren’t we?”
“It’s best that we arrive before Kiyondo and Hifumi do,” Kyoko said. “We’ve already seen what they can do when left unattended.”
“It’s worrying isn’t it?” Celeste said as she came in. “I wonder if the Mastermind will prey on this new-found weakness.”
“That would mean that the Mastermind knows about Alter Ego, right?” Makoto asked.
“It’s stupid of us to believe the Mastermind isn’t curious about why we’ve all been coming here,” Celeste said. “We should keep our guard up, Monokuma does have legs, no?”
“I suppose you’re right,” Kyoko said. “But speaking of this meeting and Alter Ego, is this a full class meeting?”
“You mean Byakuya and Toko?” Makoto asked.
“I suppose we should invite them,” Celeste said. “It would be rude of us otherwise, no?”
“It’s unlikely that they’d listen, right?” Makoto said. “And it’s not like we can give out any information without the Mastermind finding out.”
“Perhaps if we’re discreet enough Byakuya will pick it up,” Kyoko said. “And anywhere he goes Toko is sure to follow.”
“But someone has to extend the invite, no?” Celeste said. “It is unlikely for ‘mind-reader’ to be in Byakuya’s skill set.”
“Hey, what are we talking about?!” Yasuhiro yelled. “Are we finally bathing together?”
“No,” Celeste said. “We’re having our meeting, or at least waiting for everyone to come.”
“Aww, so we aren’t bathing together…?” Yasuhiro asked.
“You really thought we were…?” Makoto replied.
“Of course,” Yasuhiro yelled. “Don’t be mean!”
“Did you really forget about the computer?” Kyoko asked.
“H-huh…?!” Yasuhiro said. “Of course not!”
“I suppose if we are picking a messenger, it shouldn’t be Hiro, no?” Celeste said.
“Perhaps we could ask Sakura or Junko,” Kyoko said.
“I could go,” Makoto said. “It’s not like we have anything better to do, right?”
“That is a wise plan,” Celeste said. “Remember Makoto, you must be discreet about it, yes?”
“Of course,” Makoto said. “The last thing we want is the Mastermind finding out about Alter Ego.”
Makoto exited the bath house and just like expected, after checking his e-handbook he discovered Byakuya was in the library.
Makoto made his way to the second floor, power-walking past the pool’s door and went straight into the library.
“Tch,” Byakuya said. “What do you want, Makoto?”
“There’s something I need to discuss with you,” Makoto said. “It has something to do with the sauna.”
“Is this your way of flirting, Makoto?” Byakuya asked. “Because you’re pitifully bad at it.”
“N-no…!” Makoto yelled. “It has nothing to do with that at all!”
Just as Makoto yelled that, Toko came marching in.
“M-makoto..! A-are you trying to get y-your hands all over my M-master…?!” Toko yelled. “B-because I won’t let you!”
“No way!” Makoto yelled. “There’s just a group bonding activity in the sauna, I think you both could benefit from coming.”
“I see,” Byakuya said. “I suppose everyone else is already involved?”
“Exactly,” Makoto said. “You’re not required but I think you both should come.”
“I g-get to see M-master shirtless…?” Toko drooled. “S-someone pinch me, I must be d-dreaming…”
“Shut up,” Byakuya said. “Fine, in a few minutes you will see that I will at least arrive.”
“Thank you,” Makoto said.
“I’m not doing this for you, idiot.”
Makoto made his way back down to the bath house, where he could hear a fight already beginning.
“What do you mean we can’t touch Alter Ego?!” Hifumi complained as Makoto entered.
“That is exactly what it means,” Celeste said. “You do understand words, correct?”
“There’s no getting down and dirty with Alter Ego,” Junko said. “Even if it could, I’m sure it has higher standards than either of you.”
“What the fudge are you implying?!” Kiyondo yelled.
“I think it’s pretty obvious,” Junko said. “Or can you not see beyond the image of Mondo?”
“Hey--” Kiyondo began only to be cut off by Celeste.
“That is enough, no?” Celeste said. “Petty squabbling will do us no good, will it?”
“It seems every idiot has arrived,” Byakuya said. “What is so important that you had to interrupt my reading time?”
“W-wait,” Toko said. “I’m n-not going to s-see Master shirtless…?!” “There is something we discovered, recently,” Kyoko said. “We believe it holds pertinent information that may relate to why we are trapped here.”
“Are you talking about the computer?” Byakuya asked. “If so, you must think that I am an idiot.”
“Huh…?!” Makoto yelled. “You already knew about Alter Ego?”
“Is that what it’s called?” Byakuya said. “No matter. Yes, I already knew about it.”
“I am p-proud to announce that I i-informed Master of it,” Toko added dreamily.
“Master…?” Junko asked.
“You mean you discovered it?” Celeste asked. “Pardon my rudeness but I cannot imagine a reason why you would enter the bath house after the last class trial.”
“H-hey!” Toko yelled. “Wouldn’t y-you investigate a m-mysterious green light…?!”
“So it seems you discovered Alter Ego the same way Hiro did,” Kyoko said. “I wonder if it was trying to announce its location…”
“Huh…? Why would it want to be caught?” Yasuhiro asked. “Unless it’s working for the Mastermind…!”
“Wouldn’t you be worried about your creator if you hadn’t heard from them for a while?” Kyoko asked. “It was probably in its coding to try to locate Chihiro.”
“Chihiro must’ve forgotten to mention that it should stay discreet,” Celeste commented. “Or perhaps it was desperate.”
“We do know Chihiro gave it the task of making those files visible,” Sakura added. “Perhaps it wanted to update Chihiro on its progress.”
“You’re saying that ‘Alter Ego’ is uncorrupting the files on the computer?” Byakuya asked.
“Yes,” Celeste answered. “That is the main reason why we called you here.”
“I don’t understand why we need him fudgin’ here,” Kiyondo complained. “It’s not like he’s interested in working with us as a group.”
“And who are you to talk to me like that?” Byakuya asked. “Especially when you look like that.”
“I’m fudging Kiyondo Ishida and I’ll kick your butt if you dare speak down to me!”
“Maybe we should break it up,” Makoto offered. “We still have to check Alter Ego’s progress on the files, right?”
“An excellent point, Makoto,” Celeste said. “If there are no objections I will ask Alter Ego on its progress.”
After no objections were held, Celeste began typing to Alter Ego.
“Alter Ego,” Celeste typed. “What is your progress on the files?”
“I’m glad to announce that they are finally able to be accessed!” Alter Ego said. “However, the information is a bit worrying.”
“If Alter Ego is worried,” Hifumi said. “We’re all doomed…!”
“Shut up and let the program explain to us,” Byakuya said.
“W-what Master said…” Toko added.
“You also shut up.”
“Could you tell us the contents of these files?” Celeste typed.
“Sure,” Alter Ego said. “Apparently over a year ago, Hope’s Peak Academy was forced out of commission.”
“That we already know,” Byakuya said.
“Not exactly,” Sakura said. “Our current timeline doesn’t add up with that.”
“If Hope’s Peak Academy was forced to shut down a fudgin’ year ago, why the heck are we here now?!” Kiyondo yelled.
“Alter Ego, are you sure this is correct?” Celeste typed. “We were all admitted this year, so it wouldn’t make sense for it to have shut down a year ago.”
“I’m sorry,” Alter Ego said. “But according to the files, Hope’s Peak Academy hasn’t been in operation for at least a year.”
“That should be impossible,” Kyoko said. “But we’ve already gotten ourselves into a very impossible situation.”
“Is there a reason for a school as big as Hope’s Peak to close down?” Makoto asked. “I mean, they were the most prestigious school in the world, right?”
“Do you know the reason why Hope’s Peak shut down?” Celeste typed into the computer.
“Apparently there was an event called the ‘Tragedy’ that took place,” Alter Ego responded. “There’s not a lot of information on it other than it being a devastating event.”
“The Tragedy?” Junko asked. “What a lousy descriptor for an event.”
“I agree!” Kiyondo yelled. “When you’re writing fudgin’ history you gotta make it memorable!”
“Perhaps the Mastermind left out certain details on purpose,” Sakura said. “There is no reason for us to assume otherwise.”
“Of course,” Byakuya said. “This is a game of wit.”
“Mr. Togami, why do you say that like you’re enjoying it?” Hifumi asked.
“Because I am, you idiot,” Byakuya answered. “This is something truly worthy of a Togami.”
“Someone has a murder kink,” Junko said.
“What did you just say to me?” Byakuya asked.
“Moving on,” Celeste said. “There is probably more information in these files, no?”
“Is there anything else of note?” Celeste typed.
“Yes, something extremely worrying,” Alter Ego responded. “I have reason to believe the headmaster of Hope’s Peak Academy is still in this school.”
“Huh…?!” Makoto cried out.
“What…?” Kyoko questioned.
“What do you mean?” Celeste typed.
“Apparently during the Tragedy the headmaster had the school fortified to be practically impenetrable.” “Like the situation we currently find ourselves in,” Sakura said. “Perhaps we should inquire more about this.”
“Are you implying that the Headmaster fortified this school to trap us in here?” Celeste typed.
“I’m not sure,” Alter Ego said. “However the situations seem eerily similar.”
“Even so, we weren’t here a year ago, right?!” Yasuhiro yelled. “That we know for sure, right?!”
“We couldn’t have been here a year ago,” Junko said. “We’ve only entered High School this year, obviously.”
“Perhaps the Mastermind has planted misinformation,” Byakuya said. “Are you idiots really falling for this?”
“Hey! Don’t call us fudging idiots!” Kiyondo yelled. “Because you’re the fudging idiot you dumbbutt!”
“Shut up,” Byakuya said. “You don’t have the right to speak to me like that.”
“Mr. Togami, how could you imply that Alter Ego could lie about something?!” Hifumi sobbed.
“Take your complaints elsewhere,” Byakuya replied.
“I mean, the Mastermind wants this to be a fair game, right?” Makoto offered. “They have to be giving us some information.”
“There is probably some information we can trust,” Kyoko said. “We know the school is boarded up…”
“So perhaps the Headmaster is still here, no?” Celeste added.
“It would make the most sense for them to be the Mastermind,” Sakura said.
Kyoko looked away, clenching her fist slightly before responding, “We shouldn’t make those assumptions this early.”
“I wonder,” Celeste began, “If this computer contained this information if there’s anything else we may find on it.”
“Would Chihiro really have Alter Ego leave out information?” Makoto asked. “It would’ve helped him too.”
“You really believe he intended to share the information Alter Ego discovered?” Byakuya asked. “You really are an idiot.”
“It would fit Chihiro’s character,” Sakura said. “He always seemed eager to prove himself.”
Kiyondo looked uncomfortable, Makoto noticed.
“Alright!” Kiyondo yelled. “Do we have any more questions?!”
“Can I talk to Alter Ego now?!” Hifumi asked.
“Perhaps not,” Celeste said. “However, there is something else we must share with Byakuya and Toko.”
“Huh…?” Makoto asked.
“We now have a ‘night-time’ rule,” Celeste explained. “During the night, no student should be outside of their dorm.”
“And you expect me to follow this?” Byakuya asked. “Tch, the nerve.”
“Of course not,” Celeste replied evenly. “However, you cannot claim that you were unaware of it anymore.”
“Will you unhand my fudging bro?!” Kiyondo yelled, glaring daggers at Hifumi.
“Alter Ego isn’t yours!” Hifumi yelled back. “She’s mine and only mine!”
“Um, I think we discussed this before but isn’t Alter Ego technically a guy…?” Makoto said.
“Mr. Naegi!” Hifumi yelled. “Who said that you could get involved with matters of the heart?”
“Alter Ego is very important to all of us,” Makoto said. “Isn’t it important that we don’t get him involved in our matters?”
“Are you saying that you don’t think Alter Ego is alive, Mr. Naegi?!”
“H-huh…?” Makoto said. “All I’m saying is that we probably shouldn’t be involving Alter Ego in things like this.”
“Leave Mac alone!” Kiyondo yelled. “He’s just trying to save bro and Chihiro from having you slobber all over them.”
That wasn’t entirely my intention… Makoto thought. But thanks for sticking up for me, I guess?
“A computer is introduced and you’re already at each other’s necks like wild dogs,” Byakuya said. “I guess I shouldn’t have expected any less.”
“Shut the fudge up, Byakuya!” Kiyondo yelled. “Guys like you are all talk and no fudgin’ action!”
Byakuya looked insulted. “You all should be thankful for my presence, but instead you act like idiots.”
After insulting the group one last time, Byakuya left in a hurry.
“Y-you…!” Toko yelled, pointing at Kiyondo. “D-don’t think I’ll let you g-get away w-with insulting M-master…!”
“You’re a fudgin’ idiot if you think he respects you!”
Toko only glared in response before she turned and chased after Byakuya.
“Well that could’ve gone better, no?” Celeste asked. “Perhaps it is time we head for bed anyways.”
“Of course, Kiyondo and Hifumi should leave first,” Kyoko said. “They have proven that this computer is too compelling for them to follow simple directions.”
“Hey!” Kiyondo yelled. “It’s my fudging bro and it was one time!”
“Apparently it was several,” Kyoko said. “According to Monokuma, anyway.”
“You’re trusting that dumb fudgin’ bear over us?!”
“Your behavior seems to line up with his accusation,” Sakura said. “It would be easier for you two to leave anyways.”
“You guys need to build up rapport with the group,” Junko said. “Or you’ll forever be known as the computer freaks.”
“You don’t think they did anything weird with Alter Ego, right…?” Yasuhiro asked.
“Perhaps it’s better if we don’t find out,” Celeste responded.
Kiyondo and Hifumi flushed bright red and out of embarrassment left the bath house.
The rest of the class disbanded and went back to their own dorms.
Makoto glared at his bed as the night time announcement played.
Alright, Makoto thought. Let’s see what nightmares await me tonight.
“Makoto,” a feminine voice began. “Did you think I was weak?”
Turning around to meet the voice, Makoto saw Chihiro. His neck was bruised and his eyes were glossy.
“Of course you did,” Chihiro answered before Makoto could say anything. “Everyone always thought I was weak.”
“That’s not true!” Makoto yelled. “You wanted to improve yourself, I can’t think of anything stronger.”
“And yet you’re trying to date my killer's lover,” Chihiro said. “You really have no respect for the dead, huh?”
“H-huh…? Chihiro what are you talking about?”
“He’s talkin’ about Taka, fucker,” Mondo answered.
When Makoto faced Mondo, he found that Mondo looked like himself and not butter.
“You think that now that I’m gone you can just fuckin’ take over my spot, huh?” Mondo asked. “Well guess what, that ain’t gonna happen.”
“I think you’re confused,” Makoto said. “I don’t like Taka like that, I’m just his friend.”
“So,” Chihiro said. “That’s how you’ve been surviving this long, denial.”
“What?” Makoto asked.
“It’s plain as fuckin’ day,” Mondo said. “You’re head over heels for him, too bad he’s into me, right?”
“You guys are wrong!” Makoto yelled. “I’m sorry that you’re dead, but, you’re wrong about that.”
“Whatever the hell you say,” Mondo said. “But remember you’re no better than me, Makoto.”
“Huh…?”
“You got two people fuckin’ killed so far, Sayaka and I,” Mondo said. “So who’s next?”
“I didn’t mean to…” Makoto mumbled, staring at the ground. “It was either you guys or us.”
“What an odd way to justify it,” Chihiro said. “Whatever helps you sleep better at night, right…?”
Before Makoto could respond, he was awoken by the Monokuma’s morning announcement.
That wasn’t as bad as I thought, Makoto thought. Things are finally starting to look up.
Makoto made his way to the cafeteria finding that Kiyondo and Celeste were already there.
“Hello Makoto,” Celeste said.
“Mac,” Kiyondo acknowledged.
“Hey,” Makoto said. “How did you guys sleep?”
“I slept fine,” Celeste said. “Much more peaceful knowing that no one can die at night anymore.”
“That implies that rich kid is gonna fudgin’ follow our rules,” Kiyondo huffed. “I wouldn’t bet even Mac’s life on that.”
“H-hey…!” Makoto responded.
“Who would kill him?” Celeste asked. “I doubt Toko would ever harm him and that’s the only other person who wouldn’t be following the rule.”
“I guess not, but heck,” Kiyondo said. “That girl is totally fudgin’ obsessed with Byakuya.”
“Isn’t she calling him ‘Master’ now?” Makoto asked. “I wonder what sparked that.”
“Perhaps they have bonded,” Celeste offered. “Even Byakuya can’t stay alone forever.”
As the rest of the class, excluding Byakuya and Toko, came into the cafeteria another meeting began and ended without much fanfare.
After the meeting, Makoto went back to his room.
Huh, Makoto thought. I wonder who I can hang out with?
Makoto checked his e-Handbook, the closest person was Kyoko, as she was outside the bath house.
Makoto walked near the bath house before getting stopped by Kyoko.
“Going to bathe?” Kyoko asked coldly.
“No,” Makoto said. “Actually I wanted to talk to you.”
“Oh,” Kyoko answered. “I hope you don’t mind but I don’t want to leave my current position.”
“No, that’s fine,” Makoto said. “We can talk here if it’s okay with you.”
Kyoko looked at the bath house entrance before sighing. “Yeah, that should be fine.”
“I’ve been meaning to tell you this for a while,” Makoto began. “But, wow you are really good at investigating.”
“Is that so?” Kyoko asked.
“Yep!” Makoto answered. “In fact, if I had to guess your talent I would say it’s the Ultimate Detective or something close.”
“Hm,” Kyoko said. “I’m afraid my talent is still a secret, so I won’t confirm or deny your guess.”
“Well that’s fine,” Makoto answered. “It’s more fun to guess than to actually know.”
“Is that so?” Kyoko asked. “I suppose one could say making the theory is much more fun than proving it.”
“Exactly!” Makoto said. “Especially in our situation.”
“Speaking of our situation,” Kyoko said. “Makoto, I must commend you on your ability to bring the group together.”
“Huh…?”
“You believe whole-heartedly in everything,” Kyoko said. “That’s a respectable ability.”
“Hina told me that,” Makoto said. “I’m not so sure I believe it.”
“But,” Kyoko said. “Perhaps you should be careful with it.”
“Careful…?” Makoto echoed. “What do you mean?”
“The bigger you are,” Kyoko began, “the larger you fall.” “Huh?”
“Keep your beliefs reasonable, Makoto,” Kyoko explained. “We are in a killing game, it is not unreasonable to expect the worst.”
“I can see where you’re coming from,” Makoto admitted. “But I’d like to believe in my friends until the very end!”
“You wear your heart on your sleeve,” Kyoko commented. “Perhaps that’s not so bad.”
“It’s really just natural to me,” Makoto admitted.
“Perhaps we could benefit from one another,” Kyoko said. “Your belief and motivational skills would be beneficial to anyone here.”
“Is that something that can really be taught…?” Makoto asked.
“In return,” Kyoko continued. “I could teach you how to investigate better.”
“Really…?” Makoto asked. “I mean that’d be great but I wouldn’t want to force you.”
“Our respective skills are beneficial to living in this school,” Kyoko said. “I don’t see any reason for us not to work together.”
“You’re right,” Makoto said, “let’s try our hardest to work together and get out of here!”
“Hm,” Kyoko said, smiling for a moment before going back to her natural expression. “You really are determined, aren’t you?”
“Of course!” Makoto said. “If we all work together we’ll be out of here in no time!”
“Are you sure you aren’t the Ultimate Moral Compass?” Kyoko teased. “You’ve been a bit more active than Taka as of late.”
“Have I…?” Makoto asked. “Maybe he was rubbing off on me.”
“Speaking of Taka, I think we should end our conversation here,” Kyoko said. “I must keep watch just in case Hifumi or Kiyondo get any ideas.”
“You know you don’t have to do that to yourself,” Makoto said.
“It’s better than not being cautious,” Kyoko replied. “This is important, we can’t lose it now.”
Makoto nodded, quickly saying goodbye and heading back to his room.
Man, Kyoko calls me determined but really she’s the more determined one, Makoto thought. I don’t think I could ever stand that long waiting for someone to try to go near Alter Ego.
Before Makoto could decide to hang out with anyone else, Monokuma’s voice began to play on the speakers.
“Hello my beloved students!” Monokuma began. “I have a very exciting surprise…! Please make your way to the gymnasium!”
Surprise…? Makoto thought. This isn’t a motive… right?
Makoto made his way to the gym, discovering that he was one of the first people to make it there.
“Mac,” Kiyondo said, “what do you think that stupid fudgin’ bear has planned for us?”
“I don’t know,” Makoto admitted. “But it probably isn’t good.”
“That’s not a positive way of thinkin’,” Kiyondo scolded. “You gotta at least try to fudgin’ try to be positive, or it all will go to heck.”
“Huh…?” Makoto said. “Well yeah, I guess…”
As everyone else entered the gym, Monokuma appeared with a laugh.
“So, I bet you’re all wondering why I gathered you all here!” Monokuma yelled cheerily. “Now I know not everyone here is going to have the most stable financial situation, so…”
Monokuma paused as money fell from the sky onto the stage.
“I’ve decided to fund your killing!” Monokuma said. “Ten million dollars waiting for the lucky blackened!”
“Tch,” Byakuya said. “As if that measly amount would get me to even move.”
“That’s not enough money,” Yasuhiro said sadly.
“N-not enough money f-for what?” Toko asked.
“My debt,” Yasuhiro admitted sadly. “It’s not even close…!”
“How much debt do you have?” Junko asked.
“More than I should,” Yasuhiro admitted.
“As much as I hate to fudgin’ agree with the rich kid,” Kiyondo began, “we won’t kill for this, not at all!”
“Are you so sure?” Monokuma asked. “The money might be enticing for at least one of you.”
“He’s right,” Makoto said. “This won’t work, Monokuma!”
“Puhuhuhu! The hope on your faces, it’s hilarious,” Monokuma said. “I can’t wait for it to turn into despair…!”
“Whatever you have planned,” Sakura said. “You have gravely miscalculated.”
“There’s not much else he can do,” Kyoko said. “He has exhausted most of his trump cards.”
“That’s what you all think!” Monokuma said. “Anyways, I must be off, being the headmaster is oh so exhausting!” Monokuma disappeared, leaving the money on the stage.
“This was pointless,” Byakuya said, leaving as quickly as he had entered.
“M-master, please wait up…!” Toko yelled, following after him.
“Perhaps we should disband as well,” Celeste said. “There is not much to be gained staying here, no?”
“I’m going to go to the bath house if you all don’t mind!” Hifumi said while sweating.
“No, you’re not,” Kyoko said. “If you need to bathe, do it in your room.”
“She’s right,” Sakura said. “There is no reason for you to go into the bath house.”
“M-miss Kirigiri…! You don’t understand, I must bathe in the bath house!” Hifumi said in protest.
“Give it up, man,” Yasuhiro said. “They aren’t going to budge.”
“Didn’t know you were that desperate, Hifumi,” Junko commented. “That can’t be attractive at all.”
Makoto decided to leave the group to their arguing over Alter Ego.
“Mac!” Kiyondo yelled, catching up to Makoto easily. “How about we hang out since you have nothing better to fudgin’ do.”
“Huh...? Sure…” Makoto responded.
“Let’s head to my fudgin’ room then,” Kiyondo said as he grabbed Makoto and dragged him into Kiyotaka’s room.
Once they arrived Makoto decided to speak first, “You call this your room, but it’s technically Taka’s, right?”
“As if anything should belong to that weak dumbbutt,” Kiyondo responded.
“Huh…?” Makoto asked. “Taka wasn’t weak!”
“You don’t fudgin’ know because you don’t have his memories, dumbbutt,” Kiyondo said. “He couldn’t even fudgin’ confess to the guy he liked, or save ‘im either.”
“You’re talking about Mondo, right?”
“Of fudgin’ course,” Kiyondo said. “Who the heck else could I be talkin’ about?”
“N-no one,” Makoto responded quickly. “I just wanted to make sure…!”
“And you wanna know why?” Kiyondo asked, not looking for an answer. “Because of his stupid fudgin’ feelings for someone else!” “His feelings for someone else…? Kiyondo, I don’t understand…”
“So now I’m stuck fudgin’ dealing with it,” Kiyondo complained. “Ugh, Mac, it’s so dang hard.”
“I guess I can see why…?” Makoto said. “But if you like that person as well, why don’t you at least tell them your feelings…?”
“It’s not that fudgin’ easy,” Kiyondo said. “It’d feel like betrayal to my bro, and they already have people interested in them anyways.”
“Oh,” Makoto said, not knowing what to say. “Well I’m sure it’ll work out in the end!”
“What makes you so fudgin’ sure?”
“Despite how you act, you’re pretty nice!” Makoto said. “I’m sure anyone would be lucky to be with you or Taka.”
Kiyondo stared at Makoto, face starting to flush.
“How the heck can you say something like that?” Kiyondo asked. “You’re fudging with me, right?”
“N-no…?” Makoto answered, already putting his hand on his cheek. “I’m being serious Kiyondo, you’ve got a shot if you try it!”
“Ugh,” Kiyondo answered. “You’re just makin’ it fudgin’ worse, Mac.”
“H-huh…?!” Makoto yelled. “I didn’t mean to…!”
“Shouldn’t you be headin’ to your fudgin’ room by now?” Kiyondo asked, checking his watch. “It’s almost time for bed for all the good little boys and girls.”
“Hey! I’m not a little kid!” Makoto complained. “But you’re probably right, haha…”
“Make sure you don’t break any fudgin’ rules,” Kiyondo said as Makoto left Kiyotaka’s dorm.
Makoto made his way to his dorm just as Monokuma’s night time announcement began.
Here’s to a good night’s sleep. Makoto thought.
“Hello Makoto,” Sayaka’s voice said. “I see you’re back for another talk.”
“Sayaka…?” Makoto asked. “Why are we here…?”
“I’ve got a word of warning for you, Makoto,” Sayaka said. “Despite the fact that you don’t deserve it, another murder is soon to come.”
“H-huh…?!” Makoto yelled. “No, that’s wrong!”
“Do you really believe in your friends that much?” Sayaka asked. “It’s foolish, you know?”
“No, another murder won’t happen!” Makoto said. “That I can be sure of!”
“When it does happen,” Sayaka said. “Will you eagerly send another person to their execution as you’ve done before?”
“N-no… I didn’t mean for you…” Makoto began.
“Didn’t mean for me to die?” Sayaka interrupted. “God Makoto, you’re lying to a dead girl, how pathetic are you?”
“You knew what was going to happen to me,” Sayaka said. “And you still outed me anyway, you traitor.”
Makoto dropped to his knees and Sayaka bent down to make eye contact with him.
“You’re just as much of a murderer as I am.”
Makoto woke up with a start, clothes clinging uncomfortably to his body.
Makoto waited until the morning announcement played before going into his bathroom.
Leon’s body flickered into existence just as he turned on his bathroom’s light.
“Don’t mind me,” Leon’s corpse said. “This shouldn’t bother you at all.”
Makoto once again awoke with a scream in tune with Monokuma’s morning announcement.
When he went to his bathroom again, there was no body in it.
Slowly but surely he made his way to the cafeteria. Celeste, Kiyondo, Kyoko, and Sakura were already there.
“Makoto, you’re a bit late, no?” Celeste asked.
“Huh…? But not everyone is here yet,” Makoto responded.
“Yes, but this is later than your usual arrival,” Celeste said. “Did you get a good night’s sleep?”
“Um, sure…?” Makoto said. “I mean I did sleep all the way through.”
“Having a good night’s sleep doesn’t mean sleeping all the way through,” Sakura said. “It is rest for one’s body and mind.”
“Mac! If you aren’t well rested you won’t be fudgin’ performing at your best!” Kiyondo yelled.
“Oh,” Makoto said, putting his hand on his cheek. “Ahaha, I guess I’ll keep that in mind.”
“Still, Makoto isn’t the last person arriving,” Kyoko commented. “So perhaps we shouldn’t worry too much, yet.”
As the group in the cafeteria awkwardly conversed, they were only joined by one more person, Hifumi.
“Have you seen anyone else in the halls, Hifumi?” Sakura asked as Hifumi entered.
“I don’t believe so Miss Ogami!” Hifumi answered, slightly flushed.
“Why are you flustered, Hifumi?” Celeste asked. “You wouldn’t be doing anything odd, no?”
“Miss Ludenberg…! I have not been doing anything…!”
“He was probably in the bath house,” Kyoko said. “It seems he couldn’t stay away afterall.”
“That means Junko and Hiro are missing, no?” Celeste asked.
“To think they would just fudgin’ sleep through the meeting!” Kiyondo complained. “And Junk said she wanted to fudging replace me…!”
“Maybe we should investigate,” Sakura said. “I could see Hiro sleeping the morning meeting away, but Junko?”
“You don’t think…” Makoto began.
“We should be on guard,” Kyoko interrupted. “At the very least we should make sure of their locations.”
“Then we should check their fudgin’ rooms, right?!” Kiyondo yelled.
“That would be smart, no?” Celeste said.
The group first went to knock on Junko’s door. When they received no answer they decided to mash her doorbell.
“There’s no answer,” Kyoko noted. “I don’t think she could sleep through this.”
“Maybe she’s sleeping with Hiro…” Makoto mumbled.
“You really think those two would get together?” Celeste asked. “That would not be my bet at the very least.”
“Huh…? Maybe they’re staying in the same room…?” Makoto said.
“A boy and a girl sleepin’ together, Mac that’d be too fudgin’ unwholesome!” Kiyondo yelled.
“I don’t believe that’s what he meant,” Sakura said.
“I for one wouldn’t understand Mr. Hagakure’s tastes!” Hifumi said.
The group went for Yasuhiro’s room and once again received no answer.
“This isn’t good,” Kyoko said.
“You’re right!” Monokuma yelled as he appeared. “This isn’t looking good at all!”
“Why are you here, Monokuma?” Sakura asked.
“I’m here to give you a hint!” Monokuma said. “Aren’t I nice? Don’t answer that, I already know I am…!”
“Just give us our fudgin’ hint you stupid bear…!” Kiyondo complained.
“If you’re so curious about the location of your friends bear-haps you should check the third floor!” Monokuma said before vanishing.
“There’s nothing left to do,” Kyoko said. “We must check the third floor.”
Makoto felt nothing but dread as he followed the group up to the third floor.
“I cannot help but feel a sense of foreboding,” Celeste said. “This all feels too familiar, deja-vu, no?”
“I’m sure everything is okay…!” Makoto answered. “It has to be!”
“Very little things are going according to plan,” Celeste said. “Perhaps we should expect the worst, no?”
When Makoto stared at the rec-room’s door, he already knew what was going to happen. While his classmates were checking the two classrooms, Makoto hesitantly opened the rec-room door.
At first when Makoto entered, things looked normal but when Makoto looked to his right he saw Junko’s body hanging on the wall.
With nothing left to do, Makoto screamed and the waking nightmare began again.
Quickly the rest of the group ran into the room and shortly after Monokuma’s body discovery announcement played.
“Miss Enoshima!” Hifumi yelled. “She’s hanging on the wall…!”
“This is... interesting,” Celeste said. “I have the feeling I’ve seen this body set up before…”
“I believe you’re right,” Sakura said. “This looks to be the work of Genocide Jack.”
“Genocide Jack is here…?” Makoto asked softly. “And he went after Junko…?”
“Apparently,” Kyoko said. “I suppose we should begin our investigation.”
“Mac, you’re not looking too good,” Kiyondo noted. “Are you sure you’re fudging up for it?”
“I don’t have a choice,” Makoto admitted. “But I’m sure I’ll be fine.”
Kiyondo nodded, not looking too convinced. “Then we better get fudgin’ on with it, right?!”
The investigation began, not unlike the one’s previous. As Makoto approached Junko’s corpse, he could feel tears begin to well up in his eyes.
“Wait wait wait…!” Monokuma yelled, appearing from the ground. ”Ya can’t start an investigation without a Monokuma file!”
“Just give it to us, bear,” Kyoko said. “We don’t have time for your usual antics.”
“Aren’t you in a bad mood today,” Monokuma commented. “I can bear-ly believe the lack of respect I get around here…!”
“Well you better learn to believe it,” Kyoko said, looking at Junko’s body. “If you don’t have anything else to say, you should just leave.”
Monokuma pouted silently, leaving after he gave everyone a Monokuma file.
“I suppose we best start investigating, no?” Celeste said. “It seems we do not have much time to waste.”
“Let us assume that the others will come soon,” Sakura said. “They have heard the body discovery announcement.”
“Assuming no one else has died, that is,” Celeste cut in. “After all, apparently a serial killer is on the loose.”
“We know the Blackened has a limit,” Kyoko said. “Monokuma has told us that much.”
“So we can’t assume that they’re dead… right?” Makoto asked, scratching his cheek.
“Mac’s right!” Kiyondo yelled. “We can’t assume that they’re fudgin’ dead so ya better not!”
“Hm, perhaps that is the best attitude to have,” Sakura said. “Assuming the worst only gets you hurt.”
“But it doesn’t matter…!” Hifumi stammered. “We already know Miss Enoshima is dead so what’s the point…?!”
Makoto recoiled at the announcement of Junko’s death, still not coming to terms with it. Kiyondo also stiffened, although for a different reason.
“You don’t have to rub it in Mac’s face y’know!” Kiyondo yelled. “You’re a fudgin’ buttface right now!”
“H-huh…?” Hifumi squealed. “I’m not rubbing anything into Mr. Naegi’s face!”
“Guys,” Makoto interjected. “Can we just start investigating…?”
Kiyondo immediately stopped whatever he was about to say, nodding quickly before responding, “Of fudgin’ course, Mac!”
“Makoto,” Kyoko said, looking away from Junko’s body. “Perhaps you should look at the Monokuma file first.”
Makoto frowned, taking one more glance at Junko’s body. “Yeah, maybe you’re right.”
Kyoko stared at him, frowning ever so slightly. “Call me if you find anything useful in it.”
Makoto nodded before he turned around and took a glance at the Monokuma file.
“It doesn’t say her cause of death,” Makoto mumbled, staring at the Monokuma file. “Although it does say she has a cut on her right arm.”
“What do ya think that means, Mac?” Kiyondo asked, looking over his shoulder.
“No clue,” Makoto admitted. “But it has to have some importance if Monokuma pointed it out.”
“Yeah,” Kiyondo agreed. “But what the heck could that fudgin’ cut even mean?”
“Maybe it was a sign of struggle?” Makoto said, turning the Monokuma file off. “But we won’t find anything else out without investigating this place.”
“Then let’s get to it, Mac!”
Makoto and Kiyondo made their way to Junko’s dead body. Kyoko was looking over the corpse with a strange look on her face.
“That’s odd,” Kyoko mumbled to herself, staring at Junko’s hair.
“Kyoko?” Makoto asked. “Is there something wrong with Junko?”
Kyoko turned around, “Has Junko ever mentioned something about her hair?”
“Huh…?” Makoto asked, looking up at Junko’s hair. “No, I don’t think so. Why?”
“Her hair,” Kyoko said as she reached up to grab one of Junko’s twin tails before pulling it all off, “is a wig.”
Junko’s natural hair was a short black bob and both Makoto and Kiyondo were shocked into silence.
“She was wearin’ a fudgin’ wig this whole time…?!” Kiyondo finally yelled, staring at Junko’s body in shock.
“That isn’t the only thing fake about her,” Kyoko said. “Her nails are also glue-on instead of a manicure.”
“I mean… at least that makes a little sense,” Makoto said, shaking himself out of his stupor. “Manicures are hard to maintain right…?”
“I wouldn’t know,” Kyoko responded. “But other than an injury on her right arm her body seems to be in perfect shape.”
“Speaking of that cut…” Makoto began, looking at Junko’s body. “There’s no cause of death mentioned, but the cut is. Could that be her cause of death?”
“No,” Kyoko said quickly. “There wouldn’t have been enough blood loss caused by this cut. Whatever killed her didn’t leave a mark on her body.”
“Then what the fudge is the cut for?” Kiyondo asked. “If it didn’t do her in, what the heck is the point?”
“I don’t know,” Kyoko admitted. “But I do believe that her arm was cut after the murder rather than before.”
“Huh…?” Makoto asked. “What makes you say that?”
“Just a feeling.”
Before the three could talk more, the door opened once more and in came Byakuya with Toko trailing after him.
“Did none of you plebeians think to notify me of another body?” Byakuya asked, staring at the group in disgust.
“We assumed your ears were working,” Celeste replied. “We will not make the same mistake again.” “D-don’t insult Master like that,” Toko hissed behind Byakuya. “He has the b-best ears in the w-whole world…!”
“Oh Toko, I didn’t realize you were here,” Celeste said. “Why are you hiding behind Byakuya anyway?”
“I-I’m not hiding…!” Toko responded, peering out from behind Byakuya. Before she could say anything else, her eyes caught on Junko Enoshima’s dead body.
Then she fainted.
“H-huh…?!” Makoto yelled as Toko’s body hit the floor with a loud bump. “Did she just faint…?” “Tch,” Byakuya said. “Of course she would.”
“Interesting,” Celeste said. “I suppose she couldn’t handle this murder, no?”
“Miss Fukawa...!” Hifumi yelled. “Maybe that fall will teach her to appreciate manga!”
“Is that really all you can think of right now?” Sakura asked. “How shameful.”
“She can explain herself when she wakes up,” Byakuya said, glaring at Toko’s unconscious body. “For now I have investigating to do, so stay out of my way.”
“Is it really okay to leave her alone like that?” Makoto asked, staring at Toko worriedly.
“She’s gonna be fudgin’ fine, Mac.” Kiyondo said confidently. “But if there’s anything that rich buttface is right about, it is about investigating.”
”You’re right,” Makoto said, looking around the rec room. “There’s nothing else to do until she wakes up.”
“That’s the fudgin’ spirit, Mac!” Kiyondo cheered. “We’ll have this case solved in fudgin’ no time!”
Why does he keep calling me “Mac”...? Makoto thought. It’s kinda… annoying…
“Alright, so let’s look around the room,” Makoto said. “Anything that catches our eyes is probably important.”
Makoto and Kiyondo decided to look at Junko’s body once again. The sooner they got it over with the better.
“Of course the model would be unnatural,” Byakuya muttered, looking over Junko’s body with disgust.
“Hey…!” Makoto said, glaring up at Byakuya. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I’m talking about her wig and nails,” Byakuya said. “It should’ve been obvious that the ‘Ultimate Fashionista’ was fake from the very beginning.”
“There’s no fudgin’ reason for you to judge her just because of her fashion choices!” Kiyondo yelled. “She still tried harder than you did, anyway.”
“Tch,” Byakuya said, finally looking down to sneer at Kiyondo and Makoto. “I thought you didn’t like Junko anyway, pleb.”
“Just because she was fudgin’ annoying doesn’t mean she didn’t work for her talent,” Kiyondo said, defending himself. “You’ve got everything handed to you on a silver fudgin’ platter.”
“You absolute idiot of a commoner, you don’t even understand half of what I went through to get my title as the Togami heir,” Byakuya began, face contorting in anger. “I was born-”
“Byakuya,” Makoto interrupted, “I’m sure what you have to say is important… but we kind of have a murder to solve.” “Tch,” Byakuya said, looking away. “It’s not like you idiots would understand anyway.”
Makoto frowned, taking his gaze off of Byakuya and turning it to Junko’s dead body. Seeing her without a wig and a few of her nails was odd.
But he wasn’t sure he disliked how the real Junko looked.
Well, it wasn’t like it mattered anymore.
She was dead, no matter what she looked like.
I’m sorry Junko, Makoto thought. I’ll get to the bottom of this for you!
“Come on Mac, cheer up!” Kiyondo yelled, startling Makoto out of his thoughts. “The sooner we get to the fudgin’ bottom of this, the better!”
“Yeah, you’re right.” Makoto agreed, trying to summon some of his usual enthusiasm.
“Hey.. speaking of things that we need to get to the bottom of,” Makoto said looking up at Junko’s corpse. “She’s hanging… by some sort of rope, right?”
“Actually I’d bet that they’re holiday lights or whatever the heck,” Kiyondo said. “They definitely look just as obnoxious.”
“You’re right…” Makoto muttered. “They kinda look like the christmas lights the stores would sell in bulk.”
“I wonder why she’s hung up like this though,” Kiyondo said, softer than his normal tone. “It’s weird as all heck.”
“Maybe it has something to do with Genocide’s Jack MO…” Makoto said. “Although I wouldn’t know much about it…”
“Well, it’s probably worth fudgin’ remembering.”
Makoto nodded, staring at the holiday lights for a moment longer.
The bright colors of the holiday lights made Makoto feel sick. Holiday cheer was far from Makoto’s mind as Junko’s corpse hung weakly above.
Makoto couldn’t focus on Junko for too long. He didn’t want to get distracted.
“Alright,” Makoto said weakly. “Maybe we should check on what she’s hanging from…?”
“Good fudgin’ idea, Mac!”
Makoto and Kiyondo went to different sides, Makoto went to the side where Junko’s body was hanging from the Dart Board Arcade Machine.
Whoever hung her up took great care to make sure the holiday lights wouldn’t untie.
At least Makoto could confirm that it was done by an expert.
Not that it made him feel any better.
“Hey, Mac, I think you should come see this!” Kiyondo yelled and Makoto quickly rushed to Kiyondo.
“Huh…?” Makoto asked, looking to where Kiyondo was gesturing.
Embedded into the wall was a knife, although Makoto couldn’t see all the blade fully he noticed some ridges in the blade.
“Is this a knife from a kitchen…?” Makoto asked, tilting his head confusedly.
“No you fudgin’ idiot, it’s a hunting knife,” Kiyondo corrected, staring at the knife intensely. “Why the fudge would one of these damn things be here, it’s unsafe as heck!”
“Where would someone even get one…?” Makoto asked. “It’s not like anyone would be hunting right…?”
“Maybe the fudgin’ Mastermind gave it to ‘em,” Kiyondo suggested. “They’d probably help any friggin’ criminal activity…!”
“I don’t know…” Makoto mumbled. “Would the Mastermind give a weapon that didn’t even get used?”
“Fudge, that is a good point, Mac,” Kiyondo said. “But where the heck did they get this damn knife then?!”
“Hm…” Makoto said, putting his hand on his chin. “We can’t be sure, but we should keep this in mind.”
“Yeah, you’re probably fudgin’ right.” Kiyondo said. “So, any other places to check?” “We should just look around the room,” Makoto suggested. “It’d probably be better if we split up, as well.”
“Alright Mac, but as soon as you fudgin’ find anything you better call for me!” Kiyondo commanded. “I’ll do the same for you, got it?!”
“Alright…” Makoto said, putting his hand on his cheek to scratch it.
I guess all of Taka isn’t gone yet, huh…? Makoto thought.
Makoto wandered to where Sakura and Hifumi were standing, seemingly standing guard.
“Hey, Hifumi…?” Makoto began, causing said male to turn over to him.
“Ah, Mr. Naegi!” Hifumi said loudly. “Do you have any questions for me?” “Yeah,” Makoto said, “do you have any information about the blackened?”
“Well of course,” Hifumi said, voice going deeper. “They are a murderous fiend! A serial killer killing such a lady like Miss. Enoshima…”
Before Makoto could say anything else, Hifumi quickly corrected himself. “Not that I’m into 3D or anything, Mr. Naegi!”
So… he doesn’t have anything to say... Makoto thought.
“Sakura…” Makoto began. “Do you have any information about the blackened?”
“Perhaps not about the blackened themselves,” Sakura said. “But I do have information on Junko, or at least how she had been acting before her murder.”
“H-huh…? Junko acting weird…?” Makoto said, excited to hear anything about Junko. “Could you tell me anything about her behavior?”
“She seemed very nervous,” Sakura said, beginning to explain. “She came to me for advice before telling me that it wasn’t that important.”
“She came to you for advice…?” Makoto asked. “When did that happen?”
“Perhaps a day or so after the last class trial,” Sakura said. “Perhaps she thought it was too inconsiderate considering the events…”
That’s right, Makoto thought. Sakura was close to Hina… right?
“I’m sorry about Hina,” Makoto said. “And thanks for the information Sakura.”
“Don’t mention it,” Sakura said simply.
“Hey, Mac!” Kiyondo yelled, causing Makoto to turn his head over to where Kiyondo was in the rec room. “There’s another fudgin’ thing you need to see over here!”
Makoto made his way to where Kiyondo was standing only to be stopped by Kiyondo’s hand.
“You have to be fudgin’ careful where you stand, Mac,” Kiyondo said. “There’s glass shards from a teacup over here, so you better be friggin’ careful.”
“A teacup…?” Makoto asked, staring at the remains of said teacup. “Why would this be here…?”
“Someone was obviously fudgin’ drinking here, Mac,” Kiyondo said. “It’s obvious as heck you dumbbutt…!”
Yeah, I know that, Makoto thought. I mean, what’s the importance of it being here…?
“I mean,” Makoto said, beginning to explain himself. “Why would-”
Before Makoto could continue, a low groaning noise was heard. When Makoto looked over, he could see that Toko was trying to make her way back up.
“Toko…?” Makoto asked, starting to make his way to where she was. “Are you alright?”
“Huh…? Some random stranger...?” Toko asked, staring at Makoto with her tongue out. “Why are you here and what’s it to ya?”
“You just passed out,” Makoto said. “Are you sure you’re alright…?”
“Well, aren’t you just the shining example of a gentleman, ?” Toko asked. “Oh it makes me just feel like a woman!”
“I hate to interrupt this conversation,” Celeste said coolly. “But I just heard an odd noise from the physics lab and it’s best to investigate that, no?”
“As long as it keeps me away from her,” Byakuya said, glaring at Toko’s direction. “Then I don’t see why I shouldn’t at least investigate it.”
“I see you are very keen on her,” Celeste joked. “But I am glad even you see the importance of investigating everything.”
“Tch,” Byakuya simply said, walking out of the room with long strides.
Kiyondo made his way to Makoto soon after Byakuya left, staring at Toko worriedly.
“We’ve gotta fudgin’ investigate that room, right?” Kiyondo asked. “But should we really leave her like this…?”
“I mean, we can take her with us,” Makoto said. “And then after we’ll take her to the nurse or something…?” “Good fudgin’ idea, Mac!”
“Hey, why are you talking about me like I’m not here…?!” Toko complained, crossing her arms. “That’s very rude of ya, y’know.”
“We’re not meanin’ to be fudgin’ mean you know!” Kiyondo said, glaring at Toko. “You’ve just been acting crazy as heck!”
“Well--!” Toko said, about to retaliate, only to be interrupted by Makoto.
“Hey guys…” Makoto said, putting his hands between them. “Maybe we should just investigate…”
“I guess you’re fudgin’ right, Mac,” Kiyondo said, still glaring at Toko. “Let’s just get this damn investigation over with.”
Makoto nodded, leading both Toko and Kiyondo into the hallway.
“Woah, is this Hope’s Peak?” Toko asked, eyes lighting up for a moment in a reddish-color. “Damn this place got a makeover!”
“We’ve been in Hope’s Peak for a while,” Makoto said. “Do you really not remember that?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know, average looking stranger?” Toko rebutted.
“Hey, don’t fudgin’ insult Mac’s looks!” Kiyondo barked, getting all fired up again.
“Woah, is this some real Boys’ Love?” Toko asked. “What are you going to do, defend your boyfriend?”
“Boyfriend…?! What the heck are you talking about?”
“It’s totally obvious you two have the hots for each other…!” Toko wheezed. “What an interesting pair-”
“We’re going in,” Makoto said, interrupting Toko before she could go on a tangent.
What’s gotten into her…? Makoto thought as he entered the physics lab. Did she really hit her head that hard?
When Makoto entered the room, he saw Yasuhiro on the floor with Celeste and Byakuya.
Another person dead…? Makoto thought. I can’t… why…? Why would this happen?
Makoto waited for the body discovery announcement to play, waited for hell to begin once more.
A drop, before someone spoke.
“Well I suppose he is not dead,” Celeste said. “After all, we haven’t heard the body discovery announcement, no?”
“Huh…?” Makoto mumbled. “You’re right…” “He couldn’t be fudgin’ sleeping here either,” Kiyondo said. “It’s against the damn rules!”
“Hohoh…? Hope’s Peak Academy has some strange rules.” Toko said.
“Tch,” Byakuya said. “Why did you bring her here?”
“We couldn’t just leave her…?” Makoto said, scratching his cheek.
Byakuya glared at him, but didn’t say anything else.
If looks could kill… Makoto thought. Jeez, that guy would have killed everyone by this point...
“So what are we going to do about Hiro…?” Makoto said, trying to ignore Byakuya’s glare. “I mean, we can’t just leave him here, right?”
“Does anyone find it odd that he’s knocked out here?” Celeste said, tilting her head slightly. “It’s a bit too close to the body, no?”
“We won’t be able to find out anything until he wakes the fudge up!” Kiyondo said.
“Tch,” Byakuya glared. “Do you have any ideas on how to wake this idiot up?”
“Maybe we could pour water on him…?” Makoto offered. “I think that’d wake him up.”
“Good idea, Mac!” Kiyondo said. “I’ll be right fudgin’ back with the water.”
Kiyondo quickly left the room without flat out running, leaving the room a lot more silent.
“He seemed very eager to fulfill your wishes Makoto,” Celeste noted, a slight smile on her face. “There isn’t something more going on between you two, no?”
“Something more going on…?” Makoto asked, scratching his cheek. “I… don’t know what you mean.”
“Of course you don’t,” Byakuya said. “You’re too stupid to catch onto any subtext.”
“Subtext…?” Makoto said. “I really don't understand this at all.”
“Oh,” Toko said, sneering slightly. “You’re the oblivious protagonist then?”
Before Makoto could express his confusion again, Kiyondo burst into the room with a bucket of water.
“Alright, let’s wake this child born of wedlock up before he breaks any more damn rules!” Kiyondo yelled, spilling some of the water in the process.
“If we’re going to wake him up, we’re going to actually need some water,” Byakuya sneered. “Unless you want to go grab another bucket.”
“Let’s not fight, everyone,” Celeste interrupted. “We must discover what brought Hiro here before we devolve into petty squabbling.”
“Fine,” Byakuya said, “but let’s make this quick.”
Kiyondo carefully came over to Yasuhiro, making sure not to spill any more water before he reached his target.
With little to no warning, Kiyondo poured the bucket of water all over Yasuhiro.
Everyone stared, waiting for a reaction.
There was none.
“Is he actually dead…?” Makoto asked, staring at Yasuhiro worriedly. “There’s no way he didn’t wake up due to that, right?”
“It seems that he’s immune to one bucket,” Celeste said. “Perhaps we should try another.”
“That’s the only fudgin’ course of action,” Kiyondo said. “I’ll be right back.”
Kiyondo was off again and the group decided to converse in the meantime.
“Why do you think he’s here?” Celeste asked. “It seems like an odd place to be, no?”
“In the room near the body?” Makoto asked. “Maybe the blackened disposed of him here?”
“Are we so sure he isn’t the blackened?” Celeste asked. “We cannot deny the possibility, no?”
“There’s no point in discussing this until the idiot wakes up,” Byakuya said. “So if you could keep your useless discussion to a minimum-”
Kiyondo burst into the room, or as well as he could with two buckets full of water in his hands.
“That fudgin’ dumbbutt isn’t going to be able to sleep through this!” Kiyondo yelled.
“How did you carry those two up without spilling…?” Makoto asked, moving out of Kiyondo’s way so as to not get hit with water.
“It’s obvious he’s super strong,” Toko said. “Doesn’t that get you all excited…?”
“Shut up,” Byakuya said before Makoto could even begin to question what she meant.
Kiyondo poured the second bucket of water on Yasuhiro. Unlike the first time, there was a bit of an effect.
“At least he twitched…?” Makoto offered, scratching at his cheek. “But this does seem to be a bit… pointless.”
“We’re not throwing the damn towel in yet!” Kiyondo yelled. “We’ve still got one more fudgin’ empty bucket and plenty more to fill up.”
“We don’t have the time for trying to wake this idiot up,” Byakuya said. “You get one more attempt before we just leave him here.”
“Well then this attempt I’ll be sure to fudgin’ wake him up!” Kiyondo yelled, all fired up.
Unlike his previous attempts of just dumping the bucket onto Yasuhiro, Kiyondo got into a more throwing like position.
When Kiyondo did throw the bucket, some of the contents did hit Yasuhiro.
Unfortunately, the majority of its’ contents happened to hit Byakuya.
“You idiot…!” Byakuya yelled, glaring at Kiyondo with more emotion than he had ever shown before. “I’ll have you know my outfit is worth more than your damn life!”
“Well maybe you shouldn’t have been in my damn way when I was trying to wake Hiro up!” Kiyondo said. “It’s not my fudgin’ fault you’re always trying to stand in the center of attention!”
“A Togami is always supposed to be center stage,” Byakuya hissed. “Although an Ishimaru like yourself would never understand.”
“I’m not a fudgin’ Ishimaru,” Kiyondo yelled, somehow rising in volume. “Don’t ever compare me to him!”
“Oh? You’re not an Ishimaru?” Byakuya asked. “Despite what you try to delude yourself into believing, you are still very much the failure that is named Kiyotaka Ishimaru.”
“Guys…” Makoto said, tone pleading. “Can we save this until after the class trial…?”
“Huh…?” Yasuhiro murmured, slowly waking up to the fight in front of him. “What are you guys all doing in my room…?”
“Shut up!” Both Kiyondo and Byakuya yelled, causing Yasuhiro to put his hands over his face.
“Please don’t hurt me!” Yasuhiro cried.
As Kiyondo and Byakuya continued their arguing, Makoto went over to the still shaking Yasuhiro.
“Hey, uh, Hiro, you do realize this isn’t your room, right?” Makoto said, staring worriedly at the man. “Do you know how you got here…?”
“Huh…? It isn’t?” Yasuhiro asked. “So you’re telling me that they didn’t break into my room and they aren’t going to kill me?” “Yeah,” Makoto said, scratching his cheek. “If they’re going to kill anyone… it’ll probably be each other.”
“Oh, well that’s reassuring!” Yasuhiro said, smiling brightly. “Although… that doesn’t explain why I’m all wet.”
“Well um, I was hoping you could explain at least something about this situation…” Makoto said. “Currently, it doesn’t really make sense why you’re here.”
“Ask away, Makoto!”
“So, why did you come to the Physics Lab?”
“That’s easy…!” Yasuhiro said, pausing for a moment. “I’m… pretty sure I got a note.”
“A note?” Makoto asked. “What did the note say?”
“It was just telling me to meet someone in the Physics Lab early in the morning,” Yasuhiro said. “Weird, huh?”
“Do you still have the note with you?”
“Huh…? Let me check.” Yasuhiro said, padding his wet clothes for any note. After a minute he seems satisfied with the results of his search.
“Sorry Makoto, seems like it’s gone now.” Yasuhiro said. “It’s not like it was important right…?”
“About that…” Makoto said, trailing off. “There’s been another murder and… that note could’ve been important.”
“Another murder…?!” Yasuhiro yelled. “Don’t tell me you did it, Makoto!”
“Huh…?! No way!” Makoto said. “I’m just… trying to figure out how you got here.”
“Oh yeah, I never finished the story, did I?” Yasuhiro said. “So after I came here, I must’ve got hit with something because I don’t remember anything afterwards!”
“Someone… hit you?!” Makoto said, practically yelling. “And you didn’t think to mention this at all?”
“I was getting to it eventually!” Yasuhiro said, scratching at his nose. “You can’t rush a story, Makoto.”
“That’s a pretty important detail to mention, Hiro!”
“You still haven’t even explained why I’m all wet!”
“That’s because Kiyondo splashed you with water to wake you up…” Makoto said, scratching his cheek.
Just ignore that it took three buckets and an angry Byakuya, Makoto thought. But at least Hiro is up…?
“Ah Yasuhiro,” Celeste said, walking up to Makoto and Yasuhiro. “It is good to see you back up, yes?”
“Yeah… but apparently I’ve missed a lot, huh?” Yasuhiro asked, scratching his head. “Apparently there’s been a whole murder.”
“You don’t seem very shocked by this revelation,” Celeste noted. “Could you have already known?” “Hey… are you implying…” Makoto said, as Celeste smiled innocently at him.
“Like I said before, we cannot ignore that this is very suspicious,” Celeste said. “Perhaps if he could give us a reason to trust him then I’d be less suspicious.”
“Hey, don’t be mean…!” Yasuhiro said. “There’s no way I could murder anyone!”
“That is what we thought about the last two blackeneds,” Celeste said. “It turns out we were sorely mistaken, no?”
Makoto frowned. Although he didn’t want to be suspicious of Yasuhiro, Celeste wasn’t exactly wrong.
He’s claiming something that we can’t exactly prove… Makoto thought. But is he smart enough to come up with a plan like that?
“We’ll get to the bottom of this in no time,” Makoto said, finally. “If Yasuhiro really is the blackened we’ll figure that out.”
“Oh…?” Celeste said. “You truly do not believe he is the blackened then?”
“I’m not sure…” Makoto admitted. “But we shouldn’t distrust him until we have more evidence.”
“Thanks, Makoto!” Yasuhiro said. “I’ll make sure to prove myself innocent!”
I think the blackened would especially want to prove themselves innocent, Hiro, Makoto thought. But it’s the thought that counts, right?
“Are you fudgin’ done here, Mac?” Kiyondo asked. “That rich son of a gun is too fudgin’ annoying to stay here any longer.”
“Plus, we still have to take Toko to the nurse’s office since she’s acting like a fudgin’ freak.”
“Oh yeah,” Makoto said. “I don’t think there’s anything else here, no.”
“Then let’s fudgin’ go!” Kiyondo yelled, grabbing Makoto and dragging him over to Toko.
“Ooh, getting handsy with your boyfriend huh…?” Toko asked. “This is getting so X-rated…!”
“Shut up, you’re coming with us you fudgin’ freak,” Kiyondo said, as he dragged Makoto out of the physics lab.
Surprisingly, Toko followed, murmuring something about ‘Boy’s Love in live-action’.
“Kiyondo, why are you dragging me?!” Makoto complained. “I can walk on my own you know…!”
“That fudgin’ rich brat, who does he think he is?!” Kiyondo fumed, ignoring Makoto entirely. “Think that he's so high and mighty and so much fudgin’ better for you!”
“Better for me…? Kiyondo, what’s going on?!”
“Ooh, so the white haired one gets super jealous, huh…?” Toko drooled. “Interesting, very interesting.”
With Kiyondo fuming and Toko drooling, Makoto was very confused as the three of them made their way to the nurse’s office.
Finally able to detach himself from Kiyondo’s vice grip, Makoto looked at the nurse’s office warily.
What are we supposed to treat Toko with…? Makoto thought. We can’t exactly cure her new-found behavior with an ice pack, right?
“Um, Toko,” Makoto began, “do you have a headache or anything…?”
“A headache…? How could I have a headache with some real Boy’s Love happening right in front of me…?” Toko responded. “I’m a real connoisseur of that, y’know.”
“Yeah, right…” Makoto said.
This situation couldn’t get any worse, Makoto thought. Or… at least I hope it can’t.
“Well, since we have no clue what the heck is wrong with you,” Kiyondo said, walking over to the refrigerator. “We’re just gonna give you a fudgin’ ice pack.”
Kiyondo opened the refrigerator and quickly grabbed an ice pack. He examined it for any holes before walking it back to Toko.
“Well, that’s all we fudgin’ came here for, right?” Kiyondo asked. “We can leave this damn place, right?”
“I’m not so sure…” Makoto said, looking over the room. “Since we’re investigating, shouldn’t we just investigate this room to be safe?”
“That’s right, Mac!” Kiyondo yelled. “We’re still investigating a murder so we should take every fudgin’ precaution known to man!”
“Am I supposed to help you with your investigation?” Toko asked, looking particularly dead. “Because that’s like super lame.”
“No, you should just work on getting better…” Makoto said.
Makoto went to the left side of the room, examining the beds to see if anything was hidden.
Kiyondo’s side bid a bit more usefulness as he was quick to call Makoto over.
“Hey Mac, there’s something odd you need to see over here.” Kiyondo said, staring at an opened gray cabinet.
“Huh…? What do you mean?” Makoto asked, making his way over to where Kiyondo was standing.
The gray cabinet in and of itself was usually ordinary, although Makoto couldn’t be completely sure about that as he was only in the office once.
“It’s just an ordinary cabinet…?” Makoto asked, tilting his head to try to see better. “I don’t see anything too weird about it.”
“No you fudgin’ dumbbutt you have to look inside the cabinet,” Kiyondo said, reaching inside and pulling out a mallet. “This dangerous thing was just lurking inside waiting to wack another fudgin’ innocent victim!”
“Another victim…?” Makoto asked. “What do you mean?”
“Damn Mac, you really need to learn to pay attention!” Kiyondo scolded. “There’s a bit of fudgin’ blood on the mallet, you damn dumbbutt!”
“H-huh…?” Makoto said, grabbing the mallet from Kiyondo and putting up to his eye.
Sure enough there was a bit of blood on the mallet, but from where…? “Hey, I hate to break your precious moment, but…” Toko interrupted in a sing-songy voice. “Can I just go to my room and rest there, it’s getting super boring just waiting here!”
“Oh yeah, right,” Makoto said. “You should probably rest before the class trial.”
After one more quick-glance around the nurse’s office the trio left to bring Toko back to her room to rest.
Hopefully she can just sleep off whatever happened to her, Makoto thought. Although something tells me I shouldn’t get my hopes up that much…
Once the trio made their way back to the dorms, Toko cheerfully entered her room.
“Remember, don’t kiss without me watching,” Toko said, smiling. “Or else I’ll have to punish you two, alright?”
“K-kiss…?!” Makoto stuttered. “I don’t-”
“Don’t fudgin’ tease us like that!” Kiyondo said, interrupting Makoto.
“Ugh,” a familiar voice groaned, and Makoto could already feel the glare piercing through his head. “What are you two doing here?”
Makoto turned around to meet Byakuya’s glare, smiling politely at him. “We just came here to drop off Toko.”
“Tch,” Byakuya sneered. “Why do you waste time with that shut-in?”
“Because Mac doesn’t fudgin’ judge people like you do, rich brat!” Kiyondo yelled, glaring daggers at Byakuya.
“Shut up,” Byakuya said. “We had this argument before and I won’t bother with it again.”
“Since I found you here anyway Makoto,” Byakyua continued, ignoring Kiyondo’s glare. “There’s something I need to show you, I believe it to be pertinent to the class trial.”
“‘Something important’...?” Makoto echoed. “What do you mean?”
“I’d rather show you alone, Makoto,” Byakuya said, glaring at Kiyondo.
“There’s no fudgin’ way I’m leaving you alone with Mac!” Kiyondo hissed. “Not after what you fudgin’ said to me.”
“Of course you would be so narrow minded,” Byakuya said. “But if you’re going to insist, you might as well come to.”
“Where are we going, exactly…?” Makoto asked, scratching his cheek.
“To the library’s archive, obviously,” Byakyuya said, turning heel and walking towards the second floor’s stairs.
“I guess we should follow him, then?” Makoto asked Kiyondo.
“Be on your fudgin’ guard, Mac.” is all Kiyondo responded with.
As the two followed Byakuya with a careful distance to the library, Makoto could practically feel the tension strangle him.
That fight that they had… what could it have been about…? Makoto thought. And why are they still so angry about it…?
“Before we go into the archive,” Byakuya began suddenly, “be careful with these documents, they’re worth more than your lives.”
“A-alright…” Makoto said, scratching his cheek for comfort.
“Just shut the fudge up and show us what you wanted to show us,” Kiyondo yelled.
Byakuya glared, but surprisingly bit down any rebuttal he had. Leading both Makoto and Kiyondo into the archive, he closed the door behind them.
“You both know of the serial killer Genocide Jack, correct?” Byakuya asked as he grabbed a document.
“Of course,” Makoto answered. “Even if you ignore the fact that they might be the blackened… their murders were a big thing.”
“Well, the school’s archive has the case file for Genocide Jack’s murders,” Byakuya said, dropping a large file in front of Makoto and Kiyondo. “I however have already read these files since the Togami-”
“Yeah yeah, we fudgin’ get it,” Kiyondo interrupted. “Come on Mac, let’s just read these damn files already.”
Makoto nodded, opening the large case file.
If Makoto had seen the images of Jack’s victims earlier he probably would’ve been disgusted. But now, four murders in, he could barely feel anything at all.
The case file talked about the victims Ken Harada, Tetsuhiro Honda and Shoji Gaku. All of them died in similar fashions.
Along with the victims, the case file also speculated that the killer was a high school student suffering from a split personality.
“That’s… a lot to take in,” Makoto said. “I guess we’re dealing with an experienced killer, huh?”
“Don’t fudgin’ worry, Mac!” Kiyondo said. “We’ll figure this out in no time!”
“Tch,” Byakuya said. “Your optimism is naïve at best.”
“Shut the fudge up!” Kiyondo yelled. “You can’t fudgin’ buy your way out of this.”
“I already know who the blackened is,” Byakuya said, smirking as he grabbed the case file. “But of course you two idiots haven’t figured it out yet.”
“H-huh…?! You know who the blackened is?!” Makoto yelled.
“H-he’s probably just bluffing, you know like the hecking dumbbutt he is…!”
“You can believe what you want to believe,” Byakuya said. “Now get out of my sight, I have nothing more to share with you.”
Makoto didn’t want to argue so before Kiyondo and Byakuya could begin to act on the tension that was growing in the room, Makoto grabbed Kiyondo and pulled him out to the hall.
“Mac, what the heck did you do that for?!” Kiyondo complained. “I was just about to put that rich brat in his damned place!”
“You can’t just keep fighting with him,” Makoto said, trying to stress the importance of keeping the peace.
Before Makoto could begin to scold Kiyondo for his behavior, much like Kiyotaka would ironically, the school’s speakers flared to life.
“A-hem!” Monokuma’s grating voice began, and although Makoto couldn’t see the bear smiling, it was obvious he was. “The investigation period is now over! If all my lovely students could head on to the elevator to begin the class trial, that would be very appreciated!”
“And by appreciated I mean required!” Monokuma added. “Ta-ta!”
“I guess it’s time to figure out who killed… Junko…” Makoto muttered, suddenly reminded about this trial’s victim.
“You’ll get justice for her, I promise you that, Mac!” Kiyondo said, smiling.
I want to believe you, Kiyondo, Makoto thought. But… justice won’t bring her back, will it?
Kiyondo and Makoto made their way to the class trial elevator, everyone except Byakuya and Toko were there waiting.
“I suppose this class trial will be pretty cut and dry, no?” Celeste asked the group as she looked at her nails. “This blackened practically handed it to us.”
“Are you really so sure of that?” Kyoko asked. “Very little is as it seems in this school.”
“Ah, Kyoko,” Celeste said smiling. “Isn’t it better to be positive about this sort of thing?”
“I have to agree with Miss. Ludenberg!” Hifumi said, pumping his hand up. “The way she explained things made it very clear.”
“So you two have been discussing this case then?” Sakura asked.
“Is that so wrong?” Celeste asked. “I did want to get a second opinion before I made any theories.”
“No,” Sakura said. “It was just a question.”
After a short period of silence, Byakuya entered the elevator.
“When is this elevator going to begin moving?” Byakuya complained. “I don’t have all day.”
“We’re all on the same schedule, are we not?” Celeste asked. “I do not know why you are complaining.”
“I’m glad you’re all worried about the class trial starting on time!” Monokuma cheered, appearing out of nowhere. “Worry no longer, because this elevator is starting to move down now!”
Before anyone could tell the bear that Toko was missing the elevator’s doors closed and began its slow descent downwards.
Is anyone going to tell Monokuma…? Makoto thought. I wonder if she can just get away with skipping the class trial.
And… if she can, then maybe I should’ve tried to skip this class trial too.
Once the elevator arrived at the class trial ground, each student went to their respective podium.
“Oh, it seems like someone’s being naughty!” Monokuma announced from his chair. “Which one of you brats is skipping the class trial…?!”
“That would be Toko,” Byakuya informed him easily. “If you could just kill her and be over it.”
“Oh? You are so quick to get rid of her over being tardy?” Celeste asked, raising an eyebrow. “How curious.” “I’d get rid of her for much less if possible,” Byakuya replied evenly. “But this is a way to keep my hands clean of her disgusting blood.” “I’ve got bad news, Byakuya!” Monokuma said, not sounding even the slightest bit sad. “All I’ll do is drag her down here, kicking and screaming if I must!”
“Um… about that,” Makoto said. “She was acting a bit weird before the class trial, I don’t know if she’d come willing with you or not.”
“She was acting weird, you say?” Monokuma asked, tilting his head. “Interesting, very interesting…”
“You wouldn’t happen to know anything about her behavior would you, Monokuma?” Kyoko asked, crossing her arms and glaring at the bear.
“Oh me…?” Monokuma asked. “In this case I’m bear-y innocent…!”
“Monokuma,” Sakura said. “If you could just get Toko and start this trial, that would be very appreciated.”
“Fine, fine!” Monokuma said. “Please be patient while I grab your beloved classmate Toko Fukawa!”
In a moment he was gone again, leaving the room in an awkward sort of silence.
“So what do you all fudgin’ think about this case?” Kiyondo’s voice cut through the tension.
“This case seems cut and dry,” Sakura said. “Because of that we should be worried about its actual complexity.”
“Oh?” Celeste said. “I am sure that the real blackened will be revealed as soon as we actually discuss this case.”
“I agree whole-heartedly with Miss. Ludenberg!” Hifumi added.
“Tch,” Byakuya sneered. “As much as I hate to agree with commoners, this case should easily be solved, even by imbeciles like yourselves.”
“Hey, don’t fudgin’ insult us!” Kiyondo hissed, quick to anger.
“Um… maybe it’s just his weird way of complimenting us…?” Makoto said, trying to ease the tension. Although if he was being honest, he didn’t really believe what he was saying.
“Maybe we should just wait for the trial to start,” Kyoko suggested. “We won’t learn anything until we discuss everything thoroughly.”
“Yeah, but before we begin I just need to clear the air,” Yasuhiro began. “I am 100% not the blackened!”
“Oh…?” Celeste said. “Why are you so defensive about that?”
“Why shouldn’t I be…?!” Yasuhiro said. “I don’t want to die, I’m too young to become a ghost!”
“Guys… maybe we should listen to Kyoko and wait for the class trial to begin,” Makoto said. “Nothing good will come from throwing accusations at each other right now.”
“Exactly,” Kyoko said. “Arguing right now won’t achieve anything.”
“We shouldn’t doubt each other until given reason,” Sakura added. “That is our best course of action.”
“You fudgin’ hear that?!” Kiyondo yelled. “No accusing until the fudgin’ trial starts!”
The silence in the room grew once again, and this time no one attempted to break it.
“I-I don’t want to be here, you s-stupid bear!” Toko yelled as the elevator door opened. “Y-you really don’t understand…!”
“And you don’t understand that you don’t get a choice!” Monokuma responded, sounding somewhat exasperated. “I’m the one calling the shots around here, in case you forgot!”
Toko and Monokuma made their way to their respective areas, albeit Toko a little bit more reluctantly and Makoto couldn’t help but feel a bit of dread.
He didn’t want anymore people to die.
He didn’t want to accept that Junko was dead either.
“Now, let the class trial begin!” Monokuma announced.
“Now I have a question for everyone here,” Celeste began easily. “Are we so sure that that this ‘Genocide Jack’ committed this murder?”
“Huh…? What do you mean?” Makoto asked.
“I mean, how can we be so sure that this isn’t a copycat?” Celeste asked. “Afterall, any of us could’ve easily faked the crime scene to frame the infamous serial killer, no?”
“That certainly is a possibility,” Kyoko said. “We all knew about Genocide Jack especially since they were in the news a few days before we entered Hope’s Peak Academy.”
“Genocide Jack was unavoidable,” Hifumi complained. “I tried to watch a new anime and when I first searched it up all I could find were news articles about Genocide Jack!”
What exactly were you trying to watch that Genocide Jack would show up…? Makoto thought. I don’t think most normal animes would even be slightly related to Genocide Jack…
“Tch,” Byakuya said. “Trivial things such as that shouldn’t even be mentioned here.”
“W-why are we talking about Genocide J-jack so much anyways…?” Toko muttered. “It w-wasn’t them, they aren’t even here…!”
“There’s at least a 30% chance that Genocide Jack showed up in one my readings before I entered Hope’s Peak!” Yasuhiro added.
“Hina mentioned it to me a few times…” Sakura said. “She said she was worried about the outside world with a serial killer running rampant.”
“See, Makoto?” Celeste said. “Everything about Genocide Jack was public knowledge.”
“No, that’s wrong!” Makoto yelled, earning a slight grimace from Celeste. “The blackened knew the exact way Genocide Jack hung the bodies, which wasn’t public information.”
“Oh?” Celeste said, mouth opening in shock. “And how do you know this, Makoto?”
“It’s in the case file located in the archive,” Makoto clarified.
“So it would be totally possible for anyone to access the file, would it not?”
“I mean, I guess…?” Makoto said, scratching at his cheek.
“So, you cannot deny the possibility that the blackened could’ve just read the case file, no?”
“We aren’t going to get anywhere with ‘what-ifs’ about the blackened,” Kyoko said. “I suppose you have an idea on who the blackened might be, Celeste?”
“I do, yes,” Celeste admitted. “I think Hiro is the most suspicious out of all of us.”
“H-huh…?!” Yasuhiro yelled. “How am I the blackened…?!”
“You’re the only one in the most suspicious location,” Celeste explained. “In a room near the rec room without a proper explanation.”
“You’re the suspicious one!” Yasuhiro yelled, pointing his finger at Celeste. “You’re just spouting that accusation without any proof!”
“You claimed to be knocked out but there is no proof that anyone actually did that to you,” Celeste continued. “Unless you can somehow prove that you were knocked out, you have no reason for being there whatsoever.”
“Well actually,” Makoto countered. “Kiyondo and I were in the nurse’s office and we found a mallet with a bit of blood on it.”
“What would something like that be doing in the nurse’s office?” Sakura asked.
“The blackened probably fudgin’ stored it in there after they hit Hiro!” Kiyondo explained loudly.
“That would make logical sense,” Sakura said. “Although it is an odd place to hide a weapon such as that.”
“Assuming that Hiro didn’t do it himself,” Celeste cut in. ”You must admit that the possibility isn’t completely unfounded.”
“And how would you explain that?” Sakura said, crossing her arms. “I understand having a reasonable doubt against Hiro’s story but this seems much more.”
“We know that the nurse’s office stores blood bags, correct?” Celeste said. “Who is to say he didn’t just use the blood from there?”
“That’d be a smart fudgin’ accusation,” Kiyondo said. “If it wasn’t Hiro you were accusing.”
“Oh? Why’s that?”
“He’s a fudgin’ dumbbutt,” Kiyondo said easily. “You could give him a damn instruction manual on how to get away with murder and he’d still fudgin’ mess it up.”
“Aw thanks, I think…?” Yasuhiro said, smiling brightly.
That was obviously an insult… Makoto thought. How did he not get that…?
“Then what is another theory we can follow?” Sakura asked. “We must discuss something productive.”
“We could let Miss. Ludenberg explain her theory in more detail!” Hifumi offered up. “I’m sure you would all believe her if she explained it to you clearly!”
“Tch,” Byakuya sneered. “Don’t make us go through that waste of time.”
“It’s the only reasonable explanation we’ve seen so far,” Kyoko said. “Unless you have something else to offer up.”
“Of course I do,” Byakuya said. “I already know who the blackened is.”
“You said that before,” Makoto said. “But do you really…?”
“I mean obviously he does,” Yasuhiro said. “The blackened is Genocide Jack! Everyone knows that, Makoto!”
“Of course we all know that the blackened is Genocide Jack,” Byakuya said. “But I know Genocide’s Jack real identity.”
“O-oh…?” Celeste asked. “So it is true that the infamous serial killer is among us, then?”
“Yes,” Byakuya confirms. “Although I’d rather not force the serial killer to reveal, I will if I must.”
“You fudgin’ think a stone-hearted killer would just reveal themself that easily…?!” Kiyondo yelled. ��You must be dumber than a bag of rocks!”
“Shut up,” Byakuya glared. “Your voice is grating.”
“Why do you think Genocide Jack will reveal themselves?” Makoto asked. “I don’t think they’d want to be executed…”
“Do you really not remember the file?” Byakuya asked. “You commoners must have worse memories than I realized.”
“Makoto,” Kyoko said, ignoring Byakuya. “You mentioned the Genocide Jack file, but I don’t believe everyone here has read it. Could you perhaps inform us about what it mentioned about Genocide Jack?”
“Huh…?” Makoto said. “Oh sure.”
“The victims the case file mentioned were Ken Harada, Tesuhiro Honda and Shoji Gaku,” Makoto began. “They were each killed in a similar manner and attached to the wall via their injuries…”
“Get to the important information, Makoto,” Byakuya said.
“The police believed that Genocide Jack was a student suffering from a split personality due to their frantic getaways and the schedule of the murders.”
“A student…” Kyoko muttered. “Coincidentally we are all students, so that at least is a possibility.”
“Of course you’re all students!” Monokuma said, interrupting. “And Daddy Monokuma loves you all very much even if some of you are serial killers and others have the tendency to state the obvious.”
“Disgusting,” Kyoko said, shuddering slightly.
“Stop talking,” Byakuya said. “Don’t even imagine that we are even slightly related.”
“Ignoring Monokuma,” Sakura said. “How are we supposed to find Genocide Jack. We shouldn’t expect them to reveal themselves.”
“They already have,” Byakuya said. “They told me who they were when we received the second motive.”
“H-huh…?!” Makoto yelled. “Genocide Jack revealed themselves to you?!”
“Someone fudgin’ trusted you enough to tell you their motive?!” Kiyondo yelled, equally as surprised.
“And you didn’t share this with us because...?” Celeste asked. “Knowing a serial killer was among us would’ve been good information to have earlier.”
“I don’t care about your survival,” Byakuya said. “However, they promised me they wouldn’t kill anyone so I felt no need to tell anyone about their identity.”
“Ah,” Kyoko said. “That is what that mirror meant then?”
“W-wait… you went through everyone’s m-mirrors?!” Toko yelled, completely scandalized.
“H-hey…! I had private information kept on there!” Yasuhiro yelled soon after Toko.
“They were there for anyone to see,” Kyoko said, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “There was no reason not to look.”
“You shouldn’t believe what my mirror stated,” Celeste said, more sweeter than usual. “The bear was seemingly wrong with that stupid mirror.”
“Oh…?! You’re accusing your father of getting your own-” Monokuma began.
“Shut up, you stupid bear,” Celeste hissed, face contorting in anger.
“Ignoring everyone else’s motives,” Kyoko continued smoothly. “There was one motive I couldn’t truly understand, up until now that is.”
“T-those were private even if they were p-public,” Toko hissed. “Don’t you have a-any respect for privacy…?!” “Why are you getting so defensive?” Sakura asked. “All of our motives were seen and you seem to be the only one truly bothered.”
“Yeah, my motive was sort of embarrassing but nothing I really needed to hide,” Makoto said, scratching his cheek. “Although I’d rather Kyoko not share it…”
“I already told you,” Kyoko began. “My motive is also just as embarrassing if not more.”
“So… can we just have Genocide Jack be revealed to us?” Yasuhiro asked. “Because after that it’s over and we win, right?”
“That does seem to be the only conclusion,” Celeste said, slipping back into her mask.
“Genocide Jack, if you reveal yourself you probably won’t fudgin’ be judged as much!” Kiyondo declared.
“I don’t think they fear being judged…” Makoto said. “They don’t want to die, or at least they probably don’t.”
“They still committed this murder,” Byakuya said. “So I have no reason to keep their identity.”
“Did they really…?” Makoto asked. “I mean the file mentioned that the police thought they suffered from another personality, right?”
“And, your point?” Byakuya asked. “A person is still dead, a person you were friends with no less.”
“I know…” Makoto said, looking down at his podium. “But is it really right to judge a person for something they couldn’t control…?”
“That does bring up a slight problem in the rules,” Kyoko said. “If Genocide Jack comitted the murder, should the non-murdering personality be punished for the same crime?”
“Puhuhuhu! That does bring up a good point!” Monokuma said. “But Daddy Monokuma has it all figured out, don’t you worry my sweet little Kyoko!”
“Don’t call me that,” Kyoko said, looking away. “I suppose we’ll just have to cross that bridge when we come to it, then.”
“Now, if you’re done with the moral aspect of it all,” Byakuya glared. “I think it’s finally time to reveal Genocide Jack.”
“Wouldn’t you agree, Toko?”
“H-huh…?! Are you r-really accusing me, M-master…?” Toko asked, biting at her nails.
“He isn't lying,” Kyoko confirmed. “Genocide Jack’s less murderous personality is, Toko.”
“Toko… is Genocide Jack?” Celeste asked, staring at Toko critically. “I guess appearances are deceiving, no?”
“I-I… d-don’t…” Toko muttered. “W-why…?”
“You promised me that you wouldn’t let Genocide Jack kill anyone,” Byakuya said. “It’s obvious you couldn’t keep your end of the bargain so why should I keep mine?”
“I mean, I don’t doubt that she’s murderous…” Yasuhiro began. “But I really can’t see her murdering anyone…”
“Well Mac mentioned that the police thought that she had a split personality or whatever the heck,” Kiyondo explained. “So it isn’t Toko who’s fudgin’ doing it, it’s Genocide Jack or whatever.”
“Then we’ll need to see this personality switch in live action, no?” Celeste asked. “We cannot confirm if Genocide Jack is Toko unless we see it for ourselves.”
“You heard her,” Byakuya said. “Switch into that other personality of yours.”
“B-but I can’t-” Toko muttered, only to be cut off by a glare from Byakuya.
After a second, Toko fell onto the floor, startling the group with the loud thump. After a few more seconds, she arose once again.
Although, she did look a bit different.
“Hello, hello and hello!” Toko, or rather Genocide Jack began cheerfully. “You called for me and so I appear!”
“You’re Genocide Jack…?!” Hifumi cried out. “Miss Fukawa is Genocide Jack…?!”
“Miss Morose and I are two very different people, thank you very much!” Genocide Jack corrected. “But I mean according to the law, I guess you could say we share the same body at the very least.”
“Then you were really fudgin’ here this whole time?!” Kiyondo yelled, outraged. “You could’ve put all of us in any fudgin’ amount of danger!”
“Ahh, are you worried about everyone here or are you worried about Mr. Average?” Genocide Jack asked, putting her hands on her cheek, letting her tongue loll out more than usual. “Don’t think I forgot about how touchy you were with him!”
“W-wait…” Makoto said, looking at Genocide Jack worriedly. “That was you before…?”
“Yep yep yep!” Genocide Jack said, smiling. “What…? Did I really pass off as Miss Morose? Or do you really not care for her that much…?”
“It seems a little unreasonable for us to just assume that Toko had another personality,” Sakura said, explaining for Makoto. “I don’t believe anyone could’ve seen it coming.”
“Well, since the blackened has already revealed themselves to us, I don’t see any need to continue this trial any longer,” Celeste said smiling. “We now know that Genocide Jack exists in our group and is the killer. No need to continue this trial any longer, no?”
“Huh…? I’m a killer, but please catch me up on who I killed this time.” Genocide Jack asked. “All those cute boys flutter in my mind and my other regions….”
“You’re disgusting,” Byakuya said, looking away.
“We’re talking about the murder of Junko Enoshima,” Makoto explained.
“Doesn’t ring a bell,” Genocide Jack said simply. “Could you give me a description?”
“Blonde hair, blue eyes…” Makoto said, beginning to list off Junko’s traits.
“That doesn’t really narrow it down, but continue!”
“Freckles…” Makoto said, trying to think if there was anything else that was remarkable about Junko.
I mean, there’s the fact that her hair was a wig and her nails were fake… Makoto thought. But I don’t think the blackened knew that…
“God, you suck at describing people!” Genocide Jack laughed. “I really can’t remember any specific victim with that little description!”
“So, what did he wear…? Anything like that to point out?”
“He…?” Makoto asked. “Junko was a girl…”
“What…?! And you really think I did it…?!” Genocide Jack asked. “I only go after the most attractive of men. You know, the real catches.”
“That doesn’t make sense…” Makoto said, scratching at his cheek. “The murder scene definetly looked like one of yours.”
“Then I must’ve been framed, and hard!” Genocide Jack said smiling.
“You dare deny this accusation when we have proof?” Byakuya asked, glaring. “You really are as annoying as your other personality.”
“Oh…? A cute boy scolding me…? I think I could die right now!”
“Let’s focus on the matter at hand,” Kyoko said. “You say that you didn’t commit the murder but are there any hallmarks specific to your murders?”
“Well let’s see, I only kill the cutest of cute boys and I’m really picky about it,” Genocide Jack explained. “And, I’ll only kill with my special scissors!”
“Your special scissors…?” Makoto asked.
“Well maybe that’s usually the case, but you can’t have your scissors right now Genocide Jack!” Hifumi yelled. “All of our belongings were taken from us!”
“Ohohoho…? Is that what you really believe?” Genocide Jack asked right before she brandished her scissors. “I’m always prepared for any sort of murdering! Provided there’s a cute boy waiting to be stabbed…”
Yasuhiro and Hifumi screamed as soon as the scissors were pulled out while the others stared in a mix of shock and horror.
“Toko has had those fudgin’ dangerous things on her the whole time…?!” Kiyondo yelled. “And she didn’t see even the slightest problem?!”
“Um… I mean, that is a good reason to not change your way of killing then…” Makoto said.
“We should probably keep this in mind for any future proceedings,” Kyoko added.
“Tch,” Byakuya said. “Perhaps Toko disarmed her and she had no other way to kill.”
“That still wouldn’t make much sense…” Makoto responded before Genocide Jack. “Genocide Jack would have no reason to kill Junko, especially because she didn’t fall under her usual targets…”
“And you believe that she’s telling the truth?” Byakuya asked. “You must be stupider than you look.”
“I mean, we don’t have any evidence to show that she’d be lying about it…?” Makoto asked, scratching his cheek. “According to the case file in the archive, all of her victims were male…”
“Although the average one isn’t as cute, he’s completely right!” Genocide Jack said. “I take pride in my work y’know, assuming otherwise is just plain insulting!”
“You… take pride in murdering?!” Hifumi yelled out. “That’s unacceptable!”
“I’m a master at what I do,” Genocide Jack answered, looking at Hifumi boredly. “You might even say I’m the Ultimate Murderous Fiend!”
“You have a fudgin’ ultimate talent?!” Kiyondo yelled. “Unbelievable!”
“Is it really so unbelievable?” Genocide Jack asked. “Like I said, I’m a master at what I do and Hope’s Peak recognized that!”
“It seems more likely that you forced their hand,” Kyoko said. “If they wanted Toko they would have no choice but to take you as well.”
“But when you say it like that, it makes it sound like they didn’t want a serial killer as a part of their roster! Kyahahahahaha! ” Genocide Jack laughed.
They… probably didn’t, Makoto thought. But then again, if their plan was to start a killing game… she’d be a good addition, wouldn’t she?
“Hey… but if Genocide Jack is telling the truth… then she couldn’t have killed Junko,” Makoto said. “I mean… everything she’s been telling us has been pretty in line with what we know.”
“It’s refreshing that I’m proven innocent, for once,” Genocide Jack said. “However, someone went through a lot of effort to frame me, wonder why that is? Kyahahahahaha!”
“That is correct,” Celeste noted. “Who were the main people pushing for the Genocide Jack theory?”
“Um… wouldn’t that be Byakuya, Makoto and Kyoko...?” Yasuhiro offered up. “Wait… does that make them all the blackened?!”
“Don’t you dare fudgin’ accuse Mac!” Kiyondo yelled. “He’s innocent and you better not fudgin’ forget that or else I’ll make you sorry!”
“I don’t doubt Makoto’s innocence, at least not yet, but you’ve been wrong in your trust before, no?” Celeste asked.
“What the fudge did you just say…?!” Kiyondo yelled. “How dare you fudgin’ mention-”
“I didn’t mean to offend,” Celeste said. “I believe that Makoto and Kyoko are completely innocent in this incident.”
“You… didn’t mention Byakuya,” Makoto noticed. “Do you really think he framed Genocide Jack…?”
“Let me ask you this, Makoto,” Celeste began. “Who gave you that information about Genocide Jack?”
“Byakuya…?” Makoto answered.
“And you don’t find it just the tiniest bit odd that he was pushing the theory of Genocide Jack?”
“I mean… didn’t everyone think that Genocide Jack did it?” Makoto asked. “As far as we originally knew there was nothing odd about the crime scene.”
“Yes, that is true,” Celeste admitted. “However, the fact that he was originally pushing so hard shouldn’t be ignored, yes?”
“Then that’d mean that Byakuya is the blackened…?” Makoto asked, staring at the heir.
“If you’re so sure that I’m the blackened then why don’t you vote me?” Byakuya asked, looking smug.
Why is he okay with being voted…? Makoto thought. Did he really do that…?
“Well if that’s solved, we can just vote Byakuya!” Yasuhiro declared. “Right…?”
“I’m not so sure…” Makoto said, looking down at his podium. “Byakuya wants to win the killing game, right?”
“He has said that before,” Kyoko agreed.
“So why would he make such an obvious mistake if he knew how to properly frame Genocide Jack…?” Makoto asked. “It doesn’t make much sense.”
“Perhaps he didn’t have much to work with,” Celeste said. “He could’ve been rushed for all we know.”
“That… can’t be it either,” Makoto said.
“Oh? And why is that, Makoto?”
“Kyoko said that Junko’s injury, which probably gave the blood for the bloodlust message was caused after her death.” Makoto explained. “If he really was in a rush, he’d probably find another way to make the message.”
“That is true,” Sakura said. “Injuring her after her relatively clean death would take time that he wouldn’t have if he was truly rushed.”
“Well, that is troubling, no?” Celeste asked.
“Huh…?” Makoto asked.
“We don’t have even the slightest clue on who the blackened might be, yes?” Celeste asked. “Unless anyone else has a better theory, we should assume Yasuhiro is the blackened, no?”
“Of course, that is expected of Makoto, to not have any better leads,” Celeste continued.
“H-huh…?” Makoto asked. “What do you mean by that?”
“I suppose after everything that has happened you must be a bit worn out, no?” Celeste said. “Or perhaps you never really cared about Junko…”
“That’s wrong…!” Makoto said. “Of course I cared about Junko.”
“Is that so…?” Celeste asked. “Because from what she told me it seemed like you were just tolerating her.”
“She really thought that…?” Makoto muttered.
I’m sorry Junko, Makoto thought. I really valued our time together as friends…
“Will you shut the fudge up about Junko, Lest?!” Kiyondo yelled suddenly. “Why the fudge are you even bringing this up now…?!”
“Lest…?” Celeste asked.
“How Junk felt doesn’t fudgin’ matter now, all that matters now is the truth and finding the damn blackened!”
“Kiyondo is right,” Sakura said in agreement. “We can focus on the finer details later.”
“Why is Mr. Ishida so fired up all the sudden…?!” Hifumi cried out. “Is my future wife in danger?!”
“Isn’t it obvious? He’s standing up for his boyfriend,” Genocide Jack said while drooling. “Ooh, it’s certainly warming in more places than my heart! Kyahahahahaha!”
“Moving on,” Byakuya said, glaring at Genocide Jack for a moment before looking at Kiyondo. “Is it safe to assume that even an idiot like you can see the truth of the case?”
“Don’t fudgin’ insult me you rich buttface,” Kiyondo said. “But, I think I have more proof to debunk Lest’s theory about Hiro doing it, so everyone here better shut the fudge up and listen up!”
“Ah,” Celeste said. “How vulgar, but please, do inform us.”
“During my time with Mac at the nurse’s office,” Kiyondo began.
“Your first date, right?” Genocide Jack asked. “I’m so glad to have witnessed that! Kyahahahahaha!”
“Shut the fudge up!” Kiyondo yelled. “As I was fudgin’ saying, when I checked one of the damn cabinets there was something weird about it!”
“Weird…?” Kyoko asked. “What do you mean?”
“Well other than a fudgin’ mallet being there…” Kiyondo said. “There was nothing fudgin’ else there at all! Seems pretty damn useless for a nurse’s cabinet.”
“Nothing in there at all…?” Sakura asked. “If I remember correctly, the nurse’s office was well-stocked…”
“What does that cabinet have to do with anything?” Celeste asked. “Perhaps we just had the inventory wrong…” “Or,” Kyoko cut in. “The blackened needed the inventory of the cabinet.”
“What makes you so sure…?” Celeste asked.
“Like I fudgin’ said,” Kiyondo began to explain. “There was already that damn mallet in there, so the blackened fudgin’ knew the cabinet existed.”
“Even so,” Celeste said. “That doesn’t disprove my theory, despite what you vulgarly claimed.”
“Are you so fudgin’ sure?” Kiyondo asked, staring at Celeste smugly. “I think that fits in more than whatever you were fudgin’ saying about Hiro.”
“Oh…? What could you ever mean?”
“Hiro fudgin’ claimed that he was hit when he entered the physics lab, right?”
“Man…” Yasuhiro interjected. “I really should learn not to trust any notes I get…”
“And as he just fudgin’ told us, he got a note telling him to go to the physics lab,” Kiyondo said. “Although following that just proves as dumb as poop he really is.”
“Hey!” Yasuhiro yelled. “Don’t be mean!”
“That’s assuming that he isn’t lying,” Celeste said. “Are you really going to trust that idiot over me?”
“It’s not that I want to be rude,” Celeste quickly added. “But he does not have the brightest track record, no?”
“Well, if I’m remembering correctly, which I fudgin’ am,” Kiyondo said. “You told us to check the physics lab because you heard an odd noise or whatever the heck, right?”
“That is… correct,” Celeste said slowly. “Yes.”
“However when we got there, we learned that Hiro was almost fudgin’ impossible to wake up!” Kiyondo said. “So, what fudgin’ noise did you even hear Lest?”
“I… I’m afraid I cannot recall,” Celeste said. “This… whole trial has been very traumatic for me. Afterall, Junko was a very dear friend of mine.”
“Are you fudgin’ sure, Lest?” Kiyondo asked. “Or did you really not fudgin’ think that far ahead!”
“We really were good friends, not that you would understand…” Celeste said. “We confided in each about everything.”
“You confided in each other?” Kyoko asked. “Could you give us an example?”
“Why bother?” Byakuya asked. “We don’t need to hear any useless gossip.”
“Usually when people confide in each other, it is much more than ‘useless gossip’” Sakura said. “Celeste, if you’re willing to share some of what you and Junko talked about, that would be appreciated.”
“It’s a bit… hard to say,” Celeste said slowly. “But I will if I must.”
“Makoto,” Celeste began. “I do believe that you should know that Junko had a crush on you.”
Makoto, who'd been silent up until that moment startled. “She had a crush on me…?!”
“Are you really that dense?” Celeste asked. “It was the only thing she would ever really mention.”
“Really…?” Makoto asked, suddenly feeling sick to his stomach.
“Yes,” Celeste said looking away. “Too bad you never realized it, though.”
How… did I not realize that…? Makoto thought. I’m sorry… Junko…
“Don’t be so harsh on yourself, Mr. Naegi!” Hifumi said, attempting to cheer Makoto up. “Some people are just hard to read!”
“She wasn’t hard to read,” Byakuya cut in. “She was very clear in her efforts, however, Makoto is just the class's biggest idiot.”
“Hey! Don’t fudgin’ insult Mac!” Kiyondo yelled.
“I don’t understand,” Makoto said, ignoring all of his classmates. “Why are you only mentioning this now…?”
“I don’t understand what you mean, Makoto,” Celeste responded. “Was I supposed to mention my friendship with Junko sooner?”
“I mean, if she really confided with you everything,” Kyoko said, trying to assist Makoto. “Did you know her secret?”
“Her secret…?” Celeste asked. “You mean the last motive?”
“No,” Kyoko said. “Didn’t you say those were fake, anyways?”
“Yes, she did. My little baby Celeste insulted my motive despite it being one-hundred percent accurate for everyone!” Monokuma cut in.
“Don’t call me that,” Celeste gritted out. “And if she had another secret, I was not informed of it.”
“Well, can you really say that she confided in you then?” Kyoko said. “It’s relatively inconsequential compared to the last motive.”
“Of course you would know all about that wouldn’t you?” Celeste asked. “Digging into everyone’s personal information like that.”
“I’ve said it before, it was for public use,” Kyoko said. “If people weren’t supposed to look then Monokuma would’ve allowed us to store them in our rooms.”
“Then Celeste hasn’t been entirely truthful during this class trial, then?” Makoto asked, finally regaining some of his spirit.
“What do you mean?” Celeste asked, turning to stare at Makoto, or rather, glare at Makoto. “I’ve tried my hardest to assist everyone in this class trial since it has begun.”
“But everyone seems rather prone to believe two idiots instead of me,” Celeste said. “And there’s nothing I can do to circumvent that, is there?”
“I mean, I’m sure you were friends with Junko,” Makoto said. “But, I don’t think you were ‘close’ friends.”
“And is that so surprising?” Celeste asked. “I am Celestia Ludenberg, it is even an honor to be my D rank, let alone a C rank like Junko almost was.”
“Ranks…?” Sakura asked.
“I can’t allow just anyone to get close to me,” Celeste said. “It wouldn’t look good for my image, and apparently Junko was the same.”
“Then why did you lie to us about ‘confiding’ in each other?” Makoto asked. “It… doesn’t make much sense.”
“Nothing makes much sense to idiots like you,” Celeste replied coldly. “However, even though I tuned out most of her babble, I could easily see how much she wanted Makoto.” “I thought it would be easy,” Celeste said. “Afterall, I’m Celestia Ludenberg, how hard would it be to matchmake a model and an average forgettable boy?”
“You were trying to matchmake Junko and I…?”
“Really, how did you not notice it?” Celeste asked. “I believe even Yasuhiro would be able to tell what was happening. Were you dropped on your head as a child every single day?”
What was her goal…? Makoto thought. You can’t really say she was doing it out of the kindness of her heart, can you?
“Celeste…” Makoto began, hesitantly. “You befriended Junko because you wanted something out of her didn’t you?”
“What are you saying, Makoto?” Celeste asked.
“You were… planning on murdering her, weren’t you?” Makoto continued. He wanted to be wrong, even after seeing Celeste’s true colors.
“What the hell did you just say…?!” Celeste said, glaring fully at Makoto. “Are you really implying that I murdered Junko?”
“Yes,” Makoto said in finality. “And, I can explain my reasoning as well.”
“Tch,” Byakuya said. “Just end this already.”
“Celeste originally befriended Junko because she wanted to use her,” Makoto began. “As soon as she found out that Junko had a crush on me, she began to exploit it.”
“Celeste discovered that she earned Junko’s trust just as the next motive was revealed,” Makoto continued. “So now she had the perfect opportunity.”
“Celeste wrote two notes on the night of the murder,” Makoto said. “One for Hiro and one for Junko.”
“Hiro’s note had him arrive first in the physics lab, where she was waiting for him,” Makoto said. “When he arrived she quickly knocked him out with a mallet.”
“After knocking Hiro out, Celeste went to the nurse’s office to get what she needed to kill Junko,” Makoto said. “She exchanges the contents of the cabinet with the mallet and leaves the nurse's office.”
“She makes Junko and herself tea, although Junko’s tea is drugged. Then she waits,” Makoto said. “After Junko arrives and drinks the tea, she dies, leaving Celeste alone with the body.”
“After Celeste leaves, Byakuya discovers the body and decides to frame Genocide Jack to force Toko to reveal herself,” Makoto said. “Byakuya grabs several items from the warehouse and changes the crime scene.”
“After everything is said and done, the body is discovered by everyone but Byakuya and Toko in the early morning when we decided to look for Junko and Hiro,” Makoto said. “Isn’t that right, Celeste?”
Celeste froze in place, the perfect picture of unbridled rage. And all in one moment, she deflated like a balloon.
“Well, that’s it, then,” Celeste said. “Honestly, it went on longer than I expected.”
“You’re just going to give up then?” Byakuya asked, staring at her with some sort of respect in his eyes.
“There’s no point in continuing when you’ve lost, no?” Celeste asked, accent coming on just as thick. “Or at least, that’s my personal motto.”
“Why…?” Makoto asked, staring at Celeste in shock. “Why did you kill Junko…?”
“For my dream, of course,” Celeste said, smiling. “I dream of a castle with vampire butlers and it’s all owned by me.”
“That money,” Celeste continued. “Would’ve been enough for me to finance my dream after years of saving up.”
“And that’s why you did it?” Sakura asked. “Just for your dream?”
“I am nothing, if not self interested,” Celeste answered. “Although, that should not surprise you.”
Makoto frowned, but she wasn’t exactly wrong.
“Your reasoning doesn’t fudgin’ make sense!” Kiyondo yelled. “At least bro felt sorry about what he fudgin’ did…!”
“Oh, how touching this is, all my children finally bonding!” Monokuma cut in. “Daddy Monokuma hates to be the bad guy, but it’s voting time!”
The class voted for Celeste, and when their vote was announced correct they were left with a few moments of sadness.
“Before this ends,” Celeste began. “Anything you ever hear about me after this point, you can disregard. It’s all unimportant now, no?”
“And, I suppose it would be nice if we could meet again,” Celeste continued. “Perhaps in another life, yes?”
“Well, my darling Celeste got her last words in, and now it’s punishment time!” Monokuma said. “Hold onto your hats and get a fan, this one is going to get hot!”
“Ohohoho, does he mean in a sexual way?” Genocide Jack asked. “Because I’m all up for that…!”
When Celeste reappeared she was tied onto a stake and a castle was behind her. Hay lay haphazardly under her as she was forced to stare ahead.
A plushie resembling Monokuma in color lit the hay underneath her as she began to burn.
Celeste began to sweat but she also smiled, facing forward in some sort of misattributed pride.
Perhaps it was her final stand against the Mastermind.
As the flames grew higher and higher, Celeste looked up, never once losing her smug expression.
Just as the flames began to lick her face, a fire truck revved up with Monokuma as its driver.
It drove onto a ramp and catapulted up towards Celeste, hitting her and breaking the castle behind her.
Another Monokuma with a waterhose extinguished the stick that started the execution, effectively ending the execution as well.
Makoto stared in horror as the events of the killing game finally started to catch up to him. Another person was dead, and it was technically his fault. Wasn’t it?
I’m sorry, everyone… Makoto thought. Junko and Hina… I wish I wasn’t that dense… I wish I could’ve told you that your feelings weren’t ignored…
Sayaka and Leon… I could’ve saved them too if… if I had just noticed… Makoto thought, not noticing that tears were beginning to fall from his face.
Mondo, Celeste and Chihiro… you guys didn’t deserve to die either…! Makoto thought. I’m sorry… I’m sorry I couldn’t help you in time…
Makoto began sobbing loudly, blind to the world around him. He had enough with this game, although there wasn’t much he could do about it.
Suddenly there were arms wrapped around him. When he opened his eyes he could see white from his blurred vision.
“Come on Mac,” Kiyondo said softly. “I’ll take you back to your room.”
Makoto didn’t say anything as he let himself be dragged into the elevator.
He felt so numb.
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Absolution
Summary:
noun: formal release from guilt, obligation, or punishment
The Capital Wasteland lauded the Lone Wanderer as a hero, a Messiah, a savior who’s willing to give her life for the Good Fight. Beyond the legends, the propaganda, and the mythification that surrounded her legacy, there is only one person who knew her bare soul. She gave him his absolution, and now he will fight for hers.
Author’s notes: Finally, after months, I finally got to updating the fic! Schedule will be still irregular, but if things go according to plan the next chapter might come at around April 7. Thank you for staying tuned, please enjoy the chapter!
XXIX
January 14, 2278.
The green glow of Percy’s Pip-Boy illuminates the dark corridors of the Vault. I squinted, vaguely reading the time as two in the afternoon. She stands closer next to me. My partner does that whenever we explore vaults, and I can’t blame her.
Even I get creeped out by these damn things.
I didn’t know which was worse; the ones filled with insane clones who screamed “Gary”, or the one that filled my lungs with some kind of drug that made me and Percy trip out of our minds and almost hurt each other.
I don’t even wanna remember either. I must shift my focus on helping Percy find the GECK.
The ventilation is dead, and so is the thermostat, with the vault being in a state of decay for fuck knows how long. Some of these underground bunkers were built when I still had skin. Percy was extra cautious, and she was right to be. We faced several super mutants; Percy took care of them from a distance, while I offered additional firepower, ensuring none of those big green muties came within ten feet of her.
Reloading my shotgun, I hid behind a fallen desk as Percy fired another round from her Gauss rifle, nicking one mutant coming from my blind spot. The corner of my mouth tugs upward when I remember the first time we faced super mutants together, in the DC ruins.
I look at her now, and how she’d grown as a fighter.
Once all the muties in the area are dead, Percy sneaks over to a terminal, the glow of the monitor washing her helmet with a sickly green hue. My partner retracts her helmet, and begins typing away.
Shotgun still warm on my peeling hands, I’m alert to my surroundings as usual, though I can’t help but glance at her baffled expression, her frown frown deepening the more she reads the text on the screen.
“Shit. This isn’t science, this is sick! Charon, oh my god,” she whispers, eyes fixed on the terminal. “Some twisted scientist experimented on the vault residents to make the mutants. Vault 87 is where all the muties are coming from. They kidnap wastelanders and take them here and infect them with the FEV strain that doctor concocted.”
Expression grim, I turn to Percy. “Are you hinting that we blow this place up too, like Paradise?”
Sighing, Percy shuts the terminal off. “It’s too dangerous due to all the radiation in the area, and we don’t have the means to do it now. Maybe we can inform the Brotherhood.”
Knowing those tin cans, I roll my eyes at her. “If they decide to do something about it. They can’t even send their own men to fetch the damn GECK and they sent you.”
“My opinion of them is slowly getting worse as the days pass, that’s for sure,” Percy quips, powering down the terminal. “Fuckers have the most advanced weaponry in all of the Capital Wasteland next to the Enclave and they’re hiring a teenager and her ghoul partner as errand runners.”
At Percy’s remark, I chuckle.
“You mean the Wasteland Avenger and the Ghoul Reaper.”
“I thought you hated those nicknames,” she chuckles, the helmet of her suit protracting to cover her face once again.
“I still do, and Three Dog has no fucking problem using them, and us, to promote the Brotherhood. But those assholes don’t even respect you.”
Percy pauses, then her helmeted face turns to me. “Do you think he’s a little bit biased towards the Brotherhood?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, for starters, he preaches about how ghouls are people too, and he’s absolutely right about that, but he says nothing about the Brotherhood's bigotry against ghouls. Worse, a ghoul had been directly and indirectly helping them, and he’s still quiet.”
I rubbed my chin at her observation. “Huh. I’ve never thought of it- Percy, your six!”
She turns around, and sees the centaur approaching us, those god-awful tentacles writhing as it advanced. A few things unsettle me, seeing how I have to deal with my ugly mug whenever I look in the mirror, but those things? It makes the hairs on what little skin I have left stand.
It took two rounds to take it down, its head splitting like a rotten fruit the second time Percy shoots it. Disgusting.
Percy seems to be thinking of the same thing, recoiling and shivering. “Thanks.”
I grunt in response. “Let’s get a move on. I don’t wanna spend another minute in this damn place,” I muttered, and my partner nods.
We advance, taking care of any mutants we bump into along the way. Percy sweeps every area we go into for supplies, and terminals she can tinker with. I have a feeling that her accessing the files in this vault isn’t born out of her natural curiosity now. She’s seeking something.
A truth of some sorts.
On one particular terminal she accessed, she recoiled in horror, stumbling into me. I steady her, my large hands cupping her shoulders as she takes a sharp inhale.
“That bad?”
“Yeah,” she gasps. “Look.”
Barely making out the words, I lean over to read the text with difficulty. Thankfully, Percy spells it out for me. “These are death codes. They represent what the vault residents succumbed to. See that?”
She points at a string of text on the screen. “UD000.”
“Unexplained deaths. If I had to guess, they came up with this to cover up the fact that these people actually died due to the experiments their bastard scientists did to them. Now look at this,” Percy continues, typing away and accessing a list of the deceased. Eighty goddamn seven of those were unexplained.
A twisted feeling crawls up my spine, reminding me of the government program I was forced into.
??? ??, 2074.
Lined up, waiting for what’s about to come next, I stood beside Mag. My lanky limbs were tense, and the skin of my neck felt sickeningly tender, the collar around it making it bulge. From the corner of my eye, I look at my fellow trainees, all six of them.
Out of the hundreds of people they brought in, only the seven of us survived.
Sergeant Williams steps in the room, and all of us move in unison to salute, starched black uniforms barely creasing as we raised our arm for the gesture.
“Listen up, maggots! Out of the four hundred seventy three recruits we had for rehabilitation, only the seven of you didn’t wash out, drop dead, or ate a gun. Consider this the greatest honor, for you are now considered rehabilitated from commie propaganda,” he barks, barely concealing his Texan drawl, spittle flying everywhere.
“Consider this the greatest honor, for you are now ready to dedicate your worthless goddamn lives to the USA! You are to follow every damn command issued to you by whoever holds your contracts! You were trained for this singular purpose, are we clear?”
Our voices filled the room as we shouted “Yes sir!” in unison.
That was the day I was given my name.
The sergeant christened me as Charon, burning away whatever was left of Artyom Volkov, or so he thought.
Out of the hundreds of souls that got wasted from the Enclave’s bullshit, I somehow managed to survive, and I still intend to continue surviving. I have my partner Percy, that jackass DeLoria, and the dog now.
I pull myself back to the present as my partner shuts down the terminal, turning to the medical safe and taking whatever supplies we can get.
“C’mon. I don’t wanna linger here any more,” she whispers, a small tremble in her voice.
Following her to a corridor, the red lights glower over us almost ominously as we pass by several holding cells. The goosebumps on whatever’s left of my skin intensify. It was cold, desolate.
Until some crazy fuck lunged at us from behind a reinforced glass window and scared the living daylights out of Percy, who screams in surprise and bumps into me. Out of instinct, I catch her, and use my body to shield her.
The man continued to bang on the window as we both recovered from the damn surprise, a frown on my face as I took a closer look. The poor guy’s been driven mad from being held there. I doubt we can save him.
Of course, what happened made us look inside the rest of the holding cells.
I regret doing so immediately.
Centaurs, blobs of vaguely fucking human abominations and other unsightly shit occupied the holding cells. Percy is visibly disturbed, gagging, her helmet retracting just in case she vomits from the sights.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” she curses, sweat dripping from her brow despite the cold. “We should put them out of their misery.”
“Do you really want to deal with them right now?” I ask her as her eyes watered from the scene. “Let’s just come back for them once we retrieve the GECK,” I continue, gently placing my hand on her upper back.
Percy nods, and wordlessly forges on.
As we rounded a corner, we heard a brash voice ringing through an intercom.
“It can’t be!”
Both of us turn towards the sound. Slowly, cautiously, we creeped at the source, and we saw the unthinkable.
A super mutant is locked behind a holding cell. He’s standing next to the window, looking at my partner and I in surprise. Then, he continued talking. Not the broken speech you’d expect from a mutie, but full, actual sentences.
“Either you are quite real, or I’m going quite mad. Could you actually be a pure human?” the super mutant asks, gawking at Percy. Just to be safe, I remain at her side, still gauging if he can be trusted. “And this… is he another of the experiments, like me?” he continues, addressing my presence.
“Yes, I’m human. He is a ghoul. He’s like that because of the radiation and not an experiment, I’m afraid,” Percy replies, stepping closer to the glass to stare at him back, craning her neck to get a better view of him. What’s left of his jumpsuit are in tatters, and he loomed over the window, as big as the uglies who were dumber than him, if not even bigger. Even I had to crane my own neck upwards. This guy dwarfed me.
Damn, is this what Percy feels like when she’s with me?
“But what are you?” Percy asks.
“Me? You care who I am?” he asks, and I can almost hear Percy’s heart break at the question. He seemed like an outcast, locked away like this. I get the feeling he’s exactly on good terms with the mutants that roam the vault.
“I’m not used to pleasantries, forgive me. I’m more used to being struck around by the others,” he responds, pressing a meaty hand against the glass. Just as I thought. Guy’s an outcast.
“My name is Fawkes. I’ve lived in this cage… all my life.”
I looked at Percy and expected the sympathetic expression on her face. One look at that face and I already damn know she’s thinking of how to help him out.
“I’m Percy Zhou,” my partner introduces herself. “This is Charon.”
“A friendly mutie. Now I’ve seen everything,” I comment, and I hear Fawkes groan.
“Must you use that vulgar term?” he laments, face twisting in disdain, or disappointment, or an approximation of either seeing how the movements of his face muscles are limited. “Indeed I was born in the F.E.V. Chambers, but super mutant I am not. I prefer the term Meta Human. Suits me better, don’t you think?”
I was taken aback. I mean, damn, this guy sounds smarter than DeLoria. Hell, he sounds smarter than me. And that’s what makes him dangerous; if the dumb ones are a menace, imagine the damage a smart one can do.
“Percy, I think we should go. He might be dangerous,” I mumble, and Fawkes moves even closer to us, a shift in his tone.
“No, please! I haven’t had a single civil conversation all my life! Don’t go,” he begs, and though his voice is grating and booming like the rest of the super mutants, you can almost hear pain behind it.
“We’re not going anywhere,” Percy reassures him, pressing a small hand against the dirty window as a gesture of camaraderie. Then, she whips her head towards me, and whispers. “Charon, he’s lonely. Don’t you think he deserves even just a polite conversation?”
Grumbling, I fold my arms and nod. Percy smiles softly, and turns to Fawkes again. “Is your name really Fawkes? Like Guy Fawkes, the man who was involved in a plot to end his people’s persecution by assassinating a king?”
Fawkes seems delighted that Percy knew that tidbit of information. “Ah! You know your history as well! Yes, the name comes from a man who was willing to fight and die for what he believed in. I found it fitting, given my current circumstances. I’ve taken it from a historical entry in the computer,” he replies, gesturing to the terminal in his cell.
As they continued their conversation, I scanned for any threats that might befall us. What’s left of my ears picked up something from their chat, and my head whips towards Percy.
“I’ll get you out,” she said.
I frowned and folded my arms. “Percy, what the hell are you doing?”
“Charon, Fawkes said that the chamber holding the GECK is highly irradiated, and he can get it for us. Don’t you think it’s a good trade? He can have his freedom, and we can get what we came here for.”
“And I’m immune to radiation too. I’ll take the GECK,” I tell her, straightening my back subconsciously out of bravado. “We don’t know if he can be trusted. For all we know, the moment he gets out of his cell, he’ll attack us!”
“You’re not an errand boy, you’re my partner. That’s perfectly reasonable, but we’ve handled mutants before, Charon. If he gives any indication that he’s going to betray us, you’re free to empty your clip on him.”
This is starting to turn into an argument. I massaged my temples, frowning. “I’m not going to take that risk. I need to protect you.”
“What if he’s actually decent, and we just leave him here to rot and be tormented by the other mutants? You have your freedom now, Charon. Don’t you think he deserves his too?” Percy almost shouts, voice raised, and on her tiptoes.
Her words made me pause. Percy just had to go there, didn’t she? And it was effective too. I look at the big, green super mutant, or Meta Human, whatever he wanted to call himself, and a pang of guilt tugs at my gut.
Grumbling, I relent and nod.
This woman’s heart might be the death of her one day. Setting Fawkes free better be worth it.
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time for skyrim, wherein i briefly remember to check in on the plot and then promptly get distracted away from it again five seconds later
ah. that. is absolutely made of flesh, huh
oh fuck is it time. are we doing this
so reading the scroll caused me to get. teleported into a moment in time when alduin attacked before, i think ? ? ? ? it was very confusing and overwhelming
OH this is bad this is very bad
so now i think im supposed to. talk to someone about a thing to sort out potentially Trapping A Dragon In The Middle Of Whiterun which i have. not been doing
however speaking of whiterun i finally fucking managed to kill these two alik’r guys who were just stuck in the walkway (i already finished that quest ages ago and couldn’t do anything else to interact with them, they would just say like generic ‘good morning’ responses if i tried to talk to them, they were just Stuck there) without getting caught 900 tries later. i dumped their bodies under the bridge and somehow nobody suspects a thing even though i dragged them down here in plain sight of like 2 guards. nobody saw me kill them, so clearly i am innocent here
straight and to the point, i see
ive been on a recurring quest with this guy giving him more and more money to excavate this tomb where all his miners keep getting murdered by draugr over and over again in the most incompetent mining expedition the world has ever seen, but i have so much fucking money at this point it doesnt bother me in the slightest i just think its really funny (and i can Hear a dragon shout wall somewhere so i figure i gotta keep this up until they get it unburied)
oh
he was getting them dead on PURPOSE
come to think of it this does look quite a bit more like ritual sacrifice than draugr attacks but what do i know
[sitcom mom voice] raaaaalis, did you murder all those people? [laughtrack]
i guess he was either killing people or was possessed to kill people or was at LEAST sending people to their deaths intentionally, im not sure, for the glory of ahzidal and its not entirely clear whether he was a knowing, willing participant in this mass murder or if he was just being used by ahzidal but ultimately i decided i didnt really care, ive killed tons of people including The Fucking Emperor Of Skyrim, for the glory of the night mother, so Who Am I To Judge
haven’t we all committed murder because some ancient powerful being told us to. come on now
so i just let him go :’) i dont know if theres any particular consequence here one way or the other, i see him around the tavern sometimes but he doesn’t really want to talk to me (reasonable enough)
PLOT TWIST: THE FALMER WERE THE FUCKIGN DWARVES’ FAULTS APPARENTLY?
this cabinet has been stuck in the shelf for ages now (or maybe it always was and i didnt notice before) in my windhelm house and i figured it would eventually reset itself but uh. no such luck,
ok you can’t really see what’s going on here but THIS FUCKIN GUY :’)
so i broke into the markarth temple of dibella bc i had a quest stuck in my mission log to steal a statue from them and i didnt really want to do it but i was tired of it being there and i really, really wanted to know what secret ritual was taking them this fucking long to complete so like. i just kinda walked in. i didnt try to sneak around them or anything which is apparently not what you’re supposed to do bc my dad didn’t even KNOW about this whole thing when i mentioned it bc ‘just waltz right on in there like a dumbass’ hadnt occurred to him as an option, but anyway,
the dibella priestesses catch you and they’re like ok maybe you can earn forgiveness if you go find and rescue our future sybil (like. prophet/speaker for dibella i think) so i agreed to do that
id much rather rescue a child from the forsworn than steal a statue for some rude old drunk guy anyway
i go to investigate and i find the kid’s dad, and im like hey ill save your daughter, and he’s like oh i must come with you to help and im like sure sounds good lets go
THIS GUY GETS KILLED. SO FUCKING EASILY :’) HE TOOK ONE ARROW AND DIED ON THE SPOT
so THEN i got really, really goddamn determined to get this fucker through this forsworn camp some fucking how, i did not want to show up to rescue this child and have to tell her i let her father get murdered, and it was too late to go back and tell him not to follow me, but i did have a quicksave to reload from before we left the village
so i just kept going. i kept trying. i kept running ahead of him and killing as many forsworn as i could before he could get up there and get insta-killed again. i kept repeatedly healing him and watching where he was at all times to make sure he didn’t die again. and i fucking did it i got him all the way through to his daughter ALIVE AND WELL
i did get a little reunion scene between them, i dont remember if he gave me anything at the end or anything so there’s not Really any reason to go through that much effort to keep this dumbass man alive other than “how much do i care about the wellbeing of this fictional child” but i am proud of myself nonetheless
the “Fuck All Men” ability. very nice
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Core
“I’m not a coward.” Killer hissed. Shatter opened a portal
ZM
"Than come on chicken!" She hops through the portal and lands right in front of shade.
Core
Shade jumped. “The hell?!” He hissed at Chara. “Chill out.” Error said with a sigh.
ZM
"Hello to you too shade" she rolls her eyes. "Error! Hello, I didn't get to talk last time. What have you been up to?" She goes over to shine and looks at her pet
Core
Skink has grown quite a bit, he was the same size as Shine “Well, Ink has been complaining on how her game has become dull and needs some ‘spicing up’” Error shrugged. “ Whatever that means.”
ZM
"nothing good I'm sure" she looks around. "Where is she?"
Core
“She left a bit ago, said she’ll be back soon.” Error replied. (2 turns)
ZM
"uh huh," she gets a chill thinking something is going to happen. She looks to shatter.
Core
Shatter seemed to have the same feeling as she looked around.
ZM
sense she's right by shine all she does kinda go closer to her in a protective mannor
Core
The ground spiked up, hitting Shatter directly in her soulstone.
ZM
chara sees shatters soul stone break. "INK ALL OF YOUR STUPID IDEAS MEAN NOTHING AS LONG AS CAN RELOAD. SO THE JOKES ON YOU" she looks around for her
Core
Ink was on top of the roof. “Not if I overload your save file to now.” She said with a smirk as shatter turned to dust.
ZM
"Good luck trying you piece of sh**! Oh god I hate you! Void cult yeah right" chara climbs up to face her.
Ink paused for a moment. “Where did you learn that...”
ZM
"I thought you knew EVERYTHING." She sneers her eyes glowing
Core
“Not when I’ve been stuck here.”
ZM
"whatever I don't care about your excuses. I'm going to make you hurt, you're going to tell me about this cult. And then I'm bringing shatter back. " chara surrounded ink with red knives
Core
“I can bring her back, but not unless I get something in return.” Ink replied
ZM
"Like you need anything" the knives are right by her skin grazing her
Ink’s blood was black and reformed instantly into new skin. “Enterainment.”
ZM
"Maybe you should stop being a perv and mind your own business for once in your life" she makes the knifes cut back at her, they form jags more like a saw
She saws through inks arm only for it to slowly reform. "Error wanna help me out?"
Core
“Kid, I’ve tried, she doesn’t feel pain unless she gets burns.” Error said.
ZM
"Like, actual burns or chemical burns?"
Core
Ink signaled for Error to be quiet
ZM
"You can speak errz, she doesn't own you."
ZM
( did killer follow or is she still back at the other place)
Core
(She stayed back.) “Yeah but she can certainly kick my ass.” Error responded, remembering last time She got in the way of one of Ink’s games
(I am just now realizing how much Ink is like the other mother from coralline)
ZM
(Yeah that sounds about right) 'I'm surrounded by cowards.' She looks upset. 'Its around this time I wish I was bigger and or could teleport' she tries to tackle ink off the roof anyway with the use of orange magic
Below is a shallow lake so that would answer her question of water Resistance
Core
Ink turned to liquid, dodging.
ZM
chara checks ink
Core
(Endurance 10/10 Speed 9/10 Physical attack 1/10 Special attack 9.5/10 Physical Defense 7/10 Special Defense 9.5/ 10)
ZM
chara puts up a ring of fire around ink
Core
Ink looked at this. “Really?”
ZM
All I can picture is chara saying "go ride a rollercoaster" all angry like in that balloon shop video
ZM
"Just because you're op as fu** doesn't mean you have to make fun of me!" She waves her arms
Core
Ink looked at Chara before her eyes flared and the flames went out.
ZM
"You know, I say 'I hate you' a lot but for you I really mean it." She shoots forward and slashes into her ink that just moves out of the way. "Help me error damn it!"
Core
“Again, I know better than to do that.” Error said. “Yeah? But I don’t!” Shade hissed climbing up.
ZM
chara's pretty shocked that shade wants to help. "Well, ah gee. Thanks kid,"
Core
Ink turned to Shade, a slight glare on her face.
ZM
Chara wonders if she were to fuse with shade and then go back in time if she could revert it.
Core
Shade shot towards Ink, who turned to liquid to dodge.
ZM
chara goes in from the other side trying to leave her no where to go.
Ink went in between Chara’s legs and reformed behind her.
ZM
Chara sighs. And turns to her. "Why did you do it. She's my friend, how is this fun to you!" she looks like she actually might cry.
Core
“Because, it’s illogical.”
ZM
"fun has NOTHING to do with logic. What world are you living in? Why hasn't the protesters of these world's come to destroy you? I've never been justice oriented but you don't deserve to live." She's been attacking her the whole time getting no where
Core
Ink grabbed Chara’s throat. “You can’t kill something that wasn’t truly alive to begin with.”
ZM
Chara struggles kicking and clawing at in not being able to breathe.
Core
Ink then dropped her, not going to kill Chara yet
ZM
Chara catches her breath rubbing her throat. She looks over to shade tiredly
Core
Shade was slipping off the roof.
ZM
she growls and looks up at ink. "What do you want."
Core
“I already told you, entertainment, you play my game, I bring your friend back.”
ZM
she rolls her eyes and sits down loosing her balance "What does that entail?" She mummbles
Core
“You can continue your little journey, but...” she thought for a moment. “You are to kill all fusions.”
ZM
"That's stupid."
Core
“Think of it as a challenge, 18 fusions, for the eighteen pieces.”
ZM
She growls "That's nothing but a waste of life. Especially sense the fusions I've met aren't even hostile." She pulls up her save file "I'm not playing your game." She thinks of a few minutes ago and starts to try to jump back.
Core
Ink smiled. “I must say, I am impressed.”
ZM
She gives her a side glance as if telling her to go on
Core
“I’ll bring her back. In due time of course, but you do have my word on that.” Ink said.
ZM
"I take your promises as well as I take asy's as to say not at all. But I do want to know what you're impressed by? I'm groveling at your damn feet"
Core
“That you refused my offer, most versions of yourself jump at the idea of a mass genocide.” Ink said.
ZM
"Ah I see, I take pleasure in making those hurt who deserve it. I'm no sociopath. Like you." She puts a hand over the reset button. "See ya on the other side freak." She salutes and pushes it.
Core
She was when they came out of the portal. “I’m not a coward.” Killer hissed.
ZM
"So you say killz, so you say." She grabs shatter's hoodie stopping her from going in the portal
Core
Shatter flinched. “Woah what’s wrong?” “So now you know why I’m not going?” Killer said in a snarky tone
ZM
"You could say that. Okay let's make this simple." She pulls shatter all the way back. "Im going to say a quick bye to the kits, and you open the portal back up after I'm done alright? Just stay here. "
Core
“Ok, will do.” Shatter said, still confused. Ink watched from the roof. “You know, resets are such a pain, ruin so much planning.”
ZM
Chara's through the portal and it shut, she glares up at ink for a moment before saying "Don't talk to me." Putting up a hand and going over to shade
Core
“About time you came back!” He said.
ZM
"Yeeeeeah about that..." she rubs the back of her head trying to think how to say it. "The thing is we're planing on keeping you two with... well with error." She looks to error " you can baby sit right?" She says with pleading eyes
Core
“I have been... I’m not there mother, don’t wanna be either.” Error replies not looking up. “Come on Error. I think it will do you some good.” Ink added. “No way Ink, kits are grabby, and thanks to you, I can’t handle that.” Error hissed softly
ZM
"I-... I don't even want to know what you mean by that." She shakes her head. "But thank you error, you're a life saver. I'll find. Someone else I guess."
Core
“Yeah, whatever.” (Yeah, ink hurt Error the last time she intervened in one of her games, so much so that Error has ptsd from it.)
ZM
he calls to shine. "Hey kid get over here!" Back to error. "You should get away from ink. She's nothing but a head ache and you know it"
Core
Shine ran on over. “Easy for you to say, you don’t have to clean up after her.” Error said
ZM
"Maybe if you stop giving her attention she'll take a hint that EVERYONE HATES HER" she turns to ink at the last word. She gives shine a hug when she makes it over.
Core
Shine actually started purring softly when she got hugged, extremely happy to have affection. “So? What if they do? Won’t change much.” Ink said
ZM
"Being liked is more enjoyable than anything in the multiverse. Of course you'll never know that." She pats shines head and walks over to where the portal was. "Shatter I'm ready!" She has no clue how shatter's powers work so she just yells and hopes she heard.
Core
Shatter opened the portal. Error looked to Ink, thinking.
ZM
"Bye error, think about it, kay?" She smiles and gets the kits through the portal and follows.
Core
Shine was still nervous about Killer. Shade happily greeted Tonic.
ZM
Tonic looked ecstatic to see them. Chara claps once and says. "So! The whole void cult, ink knows about it. Also ink killed shatter. I feel that keeping the kits with us is kinda awash now. No one's going to be safer or in more trouble if they stay." She shrugs. "Or we could drop them off with nightmare."
Core
“Night would eat them within a week, on purpose or not.” Killer said.
ZM
"Oh yeah I forgot her weird eating problem..." she clicks her tounge. "Well kids what's your opinions?"
Core
“Can we stay with you?” Shine asked “What about that laughing lady?”
ZM
"What the hell is laughing lady?"
Core
(LJ) “No she was creepy!” Shine whined, hiding behind Chara.
ZM
"Oh LJ? Yeah that's not a bad idea"
Core
“Thank you.” Shade said. Shine whined softly
ZM
"Have a better idea kiddo?" She looked behind her to shine. "You don't want to stay with us we're not nice."
Core
“Yes I do...” shine mumbled
ZM
"What is it?"
Core
“I wanna stay with you guys!” Shine spoke up
ZM
"Yeah I heard you the first time. But we're going to be running around killing big groups of cults. I kinda don't want you there for that. Nor would skink."
Core
“Take me with you please!” Shine whined
ZM
"Pfff, why?"
Core
“B-because....I dunno!” Shine whined louder, clearly annoying Killer.
ZM
Chara noticed and lead shine a couple paces away from the group "Listen shine, you deserve to grow up having fun. You don't want to see me and killer mess up the universe and practically brainwash others."
Core
“But-But you are fun!” Shine said
ZM
"HA fun? yeah no kiddo, you'll have a lot more fun without us. plus you have skink! you'll be fine"
Core
“B-But...” shine stuttered.
ZM
chara looks at shine quietly and then sighs. "we'll come see you later. alright?"
Core
“Promise?” Shine asked.
ZM
"ehh. sure. as long as i'm not dead by than or something." she shrugs
Core
Shine then hugged Chara. “Okay, as long as you come back.”
(yeah i'm not great either. i'm going to put a couple pics here and i can only do it one at a time so sorry! if you have other ideas for some moves for frisk do tell)
ZM
chara hugs back. "heh, that's funny i thought you guys didn't like me very much
Core
“Shade doesn’t.” Shine said.
ZM
"do you know why?" she lets go and starts to head back over to the group.
Core
“Something about ‘irresponsible jerk’?”
ZM
"the irresponsible jerk being me? i don't get it." she cocks her head."
(for color changes you could have kris and chara and the vessel you make at the beginning of deltarune DANG it would be so cool)
Core
“Me neither.” Shine said. “I said put me down!” Shade hissed at Killer who was holding him up by his foot.
ZM
"i leave you for one second killer" she sighs jokingly. "put him down."
Core
“Not until he apologizes.” Killer hissed. “Never!” Shade hissed back
ZM
"what he do?"
Core
“Called me a ‘blind psycho bitch’.” Killer hissed.
ZM
chara shrugs "i thought you had thicker skin than that killz"
Core
“Oh can it.” Killer hissed. Lifting Shade higher off the ground.
ZM
"let's get the kits out of here before killer does something dumb." she tells shatter.
Core
Shatter’s eyes glowed purple as she freed Shade from Killer’s grip
ZM
"know what hold up, i wanna take them to that island and test out something if that's good with you guys." she stretches and starts picking various plants and putting them in her pockets.
Core
“What island? The one where we fought?” Shatter asked.”
ZM
"nah, the one with the waterfall we were just at"
Core
“Got ya.” Shatter said, opening a portal.
ZM
they go through and chara instantly turns to tonic. "okay!" she sits on the floor infront of them. tonic blinks confused. chara pulls out all of the plants and lays them out. "that thing we read about you said you were a support thing so i wanna see what you can do with dumb materials like these." "okay?" tonic says
Core
Shatter watched, actually interested in the experiment.
ZM
chara gives tonic a stalk of grass seed, tonic absorbed it into their paws. tonic turns a light green shade and chara makes a grumpy face. "i don't want simple healing! i want some kind of resistance to lava and crud. i know you can do that, it said so." she shoves a few more twords tonic that they take, most of them deepen the shade. leaves and weeds. when tonic got to a mushroom it was different, a bit of blue magic went to tonic's core and stayed seprate from the green. (i must sleep, bye)
Core
Shatter thought for a moment. Before summoning an egg. “Try this.”
tonic had a little sigh not exactly enjoying the little experiment. the egg gave an indigo shade that stayed in their paws.
Core
It was the egg of a lava lizard, an aquatic creature that would dive into lava pools and turn the molten rock into armor. Shatter senses that he was uncomfortable. “You ok?”
ZM
the indigo had a tint of purple to it, almost like it didn't know what color it should be. tonic nods to shatter. "that might be what i'm looking for" chara says. "give me your hand" she grabs tonic's hand
Core
Shatter, just to make sure nothing went horribly wrong, turned into a lava lizard and went into the stream
chara took off tonic's hand as they held up their arm to not let the liquid out. chara went over to look how shatter was doing holding the potion ready to try it out.
Core
Shatter nodded, the molten rock warming up her scales
ZM
chara drinks the potion and tosses the hand back to tonic. chara's skin glowed purple for a second and she went into the water. she felt perfectly fine. "haha! yess!!" she went to swim down trying to find an opening to the volcano;
Core
Shatter was swimming much faster than Chara, and allowed her to hold onto her tail.
she held on and the two of them swam under finding a crack where warm water was coming out of chara let go and started to move away some of the rocks around it.
Core
There was an air bubble, she could hear someone talking. “You feeling better now? Good, you had me worried.”
ZM
she gives a questioning look to shatter and tries to go closer
Core
Shatter broke some of the rocks to allow Chara to surface
ZM
she makes it into the area and shakes her hair and clings to a rock to keep her up. the person who was talking probably noticed her instantly.
The person was facing away, petting a phoenix
ZM
"hey you, what you doing in here?" she asks. climbing on the rock.
Core
The person turned to Chara. “Oh I was just helping Rodon here heal.” She said with a smile
ZM
"why are there people everywhere? i swear like what? or stars, whatever." she hops across the rocks over to where neon is. she slides over and pokes the phoenix
Core
“Well, I’m no star,” She said (with a 😅 face). The Phoenix squawked and nipped Chara’s finger.
ZM
chara moved before it could bite her. "alright, what are you?" she looks intrigued.
Core
“Well, a carbon life form, but Ink kinda made the whole, ‘carbon life forms are soulless and evil’ thing seem universal, or I guess multiuniversal.” She replied
ZM
"cool! you're like that jerk! you can tell me how to torcher her!" her eyes sparkle. "error's too chicken to tell." tonic was looking down into the water with the kits and sees shatter resurface.
Core
Shatter shook off the water, turning back into herself. “Well, that’s pretty mean....” the person said. “I don’t even know who you are.”
ZM
"where'd chara go?" tonic's confused. "does it really matter who i am? everyone knows she deserves it."
Core
“She found a pacifist star to chat with, she’ll be fine.” Shatter said. “Well...she can’t really help being the way she is.” The woman said
ZM
chara shakes her head confused. "excuse me? she killed my friend to 'spice things up'. SHE CAN'T EVEN ENJOY a story so she's doing this for no reason. she's the worst thing in existence!"
Core
“Woah, woah, ok, ok. Sorry, I didn’t know that.” The woman said
ZM
"yeah," she folds her arms. "care to share now? i'd be quite grateful." tonic nods and looks to the kits. "do you want to try going in the water?" the bit of potion still off their arm no sure what to do with it.
Core
“Water, it burns carbon, it’s a chemical reaction, hydrogen burns carbon.” The person said. “Me!” Shine cheered.
ZM
tonic happily handed it over to shine. "i was actually thinking about that thank you. too bad she's so hard to pin down in anyway." she pauses. "is this phoenix yours?"
Core
Shine drank it. “Well, I can actually help on that.” The person said. “And no, rodon lives here.”
ZM
"woah really? you'll help? you just said you don't even know me."
Core
“Well, unlike Ink, I’m not soulless. It’s called sympathy.” The person said. “My name’s Neon by the way.”
ZM
"well damn, alright i won't complain. i'm chara." she kinda feels bad she didn't specifically say that her friend isn't dead anymore but... eh.
Core
Neon smiled and climbed out of the volcano, the lava not harming her
ZM
chara not willing to get burned to death doesn't risk going the way neon did and swims up the almost boiling water back to the rest of them. "guys! we've got help!"
Core
“Really?” Shade asked. Shine was splashing and playing in the water
ZM
"yeah she'll get around her soon i assume. she's a carbon 'star' just like ink and she said she'll help us break her."
Core
“And why should we trust her?” Killer hissed. “Because I’m not like Ink.” Neon said.
ZM
"you don't trust anyone killz. you're right we'll keep an eye on her but be positive! cool things could happen with her help"
Core
“I understand your mistrust, but don’t worry.” Neon smiled. Shine yelped and went out of the water as the potion wore off.
( here's a bad idea, swap ink that has too many emotions and has to drink acetone a lot to make them less extreme.) tonic went over to shine "are you alright?" chara nods. "yeah killer don't worry! okay so ink says she's always listening or whatever so the only way that i can even think of finding her is to specifically ask her to come here. so i'm asking. currently." she shrugs knowing it's not going to be that easy.
Core
“Burn...” shine whined. “Yeah not that easy.” Neon shrugged, “she doesn’t literally always watch, she listens to the creators, who are currently rambling about another version of Ink.”
ZM
"i can help you with that, no worries." tonic starts to heal her up ('they're currently rambling about another version of ink, lol i don't know why that's funny to me) "oh" chara says. "wait how do you know that?"
Core
Shine had burns on her legs. (Because it’s what we were doing) “I can hear them too.” Neon explained.
ZM
( that's what I mean! It shouldn't be funny! ) "uh huh... can you like... ask them to shove ink over to us?" Tonic fishes healing and shines legs feel better than ever.
Core
“You two heard Chara, are you gonna make it that easy?” Neon asked seemingly no one. (Which Ink? 😈) “My creator asks ‘which ink’” Neon sighed. “She never makes things easy.”
ZM
( Lol this is so weird, HI NEON) "... know what. I don't trust them at all maybe we should forget them." "You know which ink" she rolls her eyes
Core
“You’re creator calls my ability weird and says hi to me.” Neon explained. “Hello, Zora.” Shatter sighed. “Can I use you as a link to find Ink?”
ZM
Chara's just confused
Core
“Sure you can try.” Neon shrugged as Shatter’s eyes turned purple.
ZM
Tonic trots over to shatter
Core
(is that so?) “She’s at the marble ruins?” Shatter said with a questioning tone
ZM
tonic seems to know that place and looks at their watch thing which hasn't done anything resently
Core
Killer seemed suspicious. “Can’t be that easy.” “Lotus is there...” shatter sighed. “That sounds about right.” The watch was on Draco.
ZM
Chara cocks her head. "Well let's go!"
Core
Shatter sighed and made a portal
Core
ZM
they get to the marble ruins where lotus is. chara slides up next to her and greets her. "hello! where's that jerk ink!"
Core
She slid next to a teen in a black cloak. “What the hell are you planning to prank us with this time?” Lotus asked in a bored tone. “Hey Lotus! There was some bu-.....” another chars yelled as they rounded the corner.
ZM
"ooo hey a me!" she hops up and down. "HI!"
Core
Lotus looked at them both, her eyes glowing. “Ok, that makes sense.” She said, before going back to tending to the plants. “Uhhhhh... ok, this is weird.” The other Chara said(let’s call him oc for now)
ZM
"well get used to it, there's a lot more weird where i came from." tonic joins them and so do the kits "but sieriously. i assume you're lotus? shatter was talking about you and I NEED to see ink asap."
Core
“I know already, and I can’t detect ink, she has no soul. I can see people for what they truly are, and see how long they are supposed to live for.” Lotus explained, her voice lacking much emotion. OC huffed. “Yeah, it sucks because you have destroyed three of my hosts, THREE!”
ZM
"pff, sucks for you." turning her attention to lotus "yeah? that's pretty fancy... know what hold on-" chara goes and grabs killer's arm. "tell me about her if you'd be nice."
“Why just tell you when I can show you?” Lotus suggested with a sigh, her eyes glowing as a silhouette off a creature formed around Killer. Inside of that silhouette was one of a girl who seemed to be crying. Killer herself seemed in a trance when Lotus was doing this. “Another corrupted soul... so cool.” OC said with a smile. (Creature in picture)
ZM
"that's not 'cool' that's my friend ya jerk." she sighs. "is there anything i can do to help her?"
Core
“Well, see the lighter part, the girl? That’s her true self, it’s just hidden. She had done this to herself.” Lotus’s eyes stopped glowing, Killer shook her head as the silhouettes disappeared. “They are when ya get to see them fight, so gory.” OC smiled.
ZM
chara glares at oc "... i don't like you." she looks a lotus. "even if she did do this to herself can't i help?"
Core
“You won’t be the last.” OC smiled. “Well yes, there are some traditions to ‘cleanse’ a soul of such corruption, but that would change the person you know.” Lotus explained, before a familiar face showed up; Papercut. “Hey, Lotus, you have the new knife I left here?” She said, yawning like she had just gotten up.
ZM
chara wasn't thrilled to see papercut not wantting to get into a fight with her knowing she'd loose. "i don't want to just 'fix her' i want her to just feel better."
Core
“Have you asked her what she wants?” Lotus asked.
ZM
"i meannnn, not really?"
Core
Neon wandered off, catching Shade’s attention. Shine was nervous. “And I left your knife in that old shop, with the pink roses.” Lotus told Papercut. “Thanks.” Papercut said leaving
ZM
"well aren't you popular." she turns to killer. "well? what do you what?"
Core
“I’ve told you before, I’m fine like this.” Killer said. (A Corrupted shell can also be used to as a safety shell, it makes the host feel protected)
ZM
(got ya) chara stares her down. "i don't think i believe you."
Core
Shatter sighed, looking around. “Believe me or not, it doesn’t change how I feel.” Killer said bluntly.
ZM
chara clicks her tongue. "whatever." back to lotus. "so you said you don't know where ink is?"
Core
“I do.” Oc said, “I pranked her this morning.” He laughed. “It was awesome!”
ZM
"would ya show us?" tonic tapped her foot thinking she should follow neon and so she does that.
Core
Neon was looking around, walking into one of the ruins, “there you are.” She said, finding Ink. “Well I can’t leave until I heal, now can I?” Ink replied her wing was all burnt up, “She went into one of the buildings, I burnt up her whole wing, it was epic.” Oc smiled. (Oc is my headcanon of Chara btw)
ZM
(yee i was assuming that) tonic has the instant urge to heal ink but they refrain. "well damn i guess we better get going before she heals. why are you stronger than me! that's not fair!" she pushes oc forward wanting him to lead to the place
ZM
(you should tell me how oc looks >:3 )
Core
(Well He is after a Genocide timeline, he’s tall, slim build. Massey hair that almost covers his eyes, which are blood red.) Neon sighed. “Well, I can’t say you didn’t deserve it.” OC chuckled, leading them to some of the buildings, looking in each one.
ZM
chara follows, looking back at her group noticing two are gone. "shade where'd those two go?"
(dang it all. i don't even know this kid and i already picked a song for him)
ZM
(i take it back, he's toby)
(i don't know how to express how much i love your ink. she is gorgeous. in fact .... lol. i made a star that's infatuated with her and follows her around.)
Core
(Shine was the one who stayed, and he has a striped shirt with 2 or three stripes, and he is around 6’1” so tall boy.) Shine shook her head. “T-they followed Neon.” “I walk through a doorway and get water dunked on me, yeah I deserve that.” Ink replied “No, it’s a result for messing with this stories flow, your not linked to the creator like the rest of us, so you can affect the flow in ways she doesn’t like.” Neon explained (Actually in the church they talked about expectations, so maybe I should tell you mine about you?)
ZM
tonic nods accepting neon's explanation. chara groans. "well which way?"
Core
Shine pointed to the building.
ZM
chara goes to that building "ah there you all are!" ?? "why are you talking to her neon?"
Core
“Kept her from fleeing, did it not?
ZM
"suppose so." chara throws a knife at her other wing. tonic stepped aside not wanting to watch a torture session.
Core
Ink hissed at this, the wing raw and burnt from OC’s prank.
ZM
Chara throws some purple webs down wrapping Ink up "so so so. Do you feel guilty for any thing you've done?" Under her breath. "Dang it I'm starting to sound like sans"
Core
“No, of course not, I cannot feel guilty in the first place.” Ink hissed, Shine whined slightlyz
ZM
She goes close to ink and summons an ax. "I'm going to MAKE you feel guilty. You're not above conciquences and I'm going to prove to you that exact fact." She slams the ax ink her leg
ZM
(Into her leg)
Core
“Not gonna happen.” Ink hissed breaking some of the webs and reaching to Chara, she just needed to consume some carbon to get back to full health
ZM
Chara growls and a starts attaking somewhat wildly and signals to tonic who shakes their head not wanting to do what chara asked them to before but after chara threw a knife at tonic as a warning they gave up and used about half of the liquid inside them to cover ink, it basically would react like water.
Core
Ink screeched at this, burning up.
ZM
"that's what you should feel like constantly! You deserve it!" This time as she couldn't move she cut off her boiling leg successfully.
Core
Ink grabbed Chara’s arm her hand almost bone. She pulled Chara in
ZM
Chara tried to form a knife but her magic is low so she trys to claw her hand away from ink
ZM
Around that time a glitchy portal appeared with a defending pop (get ready, template gets annoying, also ink knows template plenty well.)
Core
(Ok, gotcha.) Ink scratched Chara’s arm using the carbon in her blood to heal
ZM
Chara kicks her in the gut managing to get away as ink’s hand snapped off of her arm turning into ink and falling on the ground. Chara whines for someone to help her with ink. Neon, shatter, killer she doesn't care but she needs to get this done before she heals all the way
Core
Neon wasn’t completely okay with the idea, and actually wanted Ink to heal. Shatter felt similar, seeing this as going to far. Killer hated Ink, so gladly joined in with her knife.
ZM
The two of them work on that until chara gets hit in the head and falls to the floor, template was invisible and tried to nullify killer as well.
ZM
Chara tries to get up but passes out
Core
Killer went numb, backing up. Ink’s skeleton was made of diamond like material
ZM
"ink! Oh my god are you alright?!" Template kneels by her though he doesn't have anyway to heal her. "
Core
“I’ll be fine, just need carbon.” Ink said, digging up some carbon from the rocks, using it to remake her body. “Good to see your finally back.”
ZM
"Seems I can't leave you alone for a second anymore!" He growls at killer and tonic who were the closest. Tonic backed away to shatter. "What's wrong with you all?! Leave ink alone!"
Core
“Technically you have been gone for 7 months.” Ink replied. Killer shook off the numb, hissing back. “And why are you defending the squid?!”
ZM
"I cant keep track if time." To killer "Because she didn't do anything to you! She's my ma- my friend. She's my friend." (He was gonna say mate but they're not.)
Core
“Friend?” Killer started laughing
ZM
Template had blush roll over him as he's easily flustered. "Yes. Now get lost unless you want your soul stone shattered."
Chara slowly shook off the bludgeoning she just got and looked at the new star. Chara’s livid as ink is no longer basically only a skeleton. She splashes the water on the floor at ink and slides over to get another hit in. Template stomps down on charas hand and kicks her away to neon.
Core
“Is that a challenge?” Killer hissed before seeing Template attack Chara, she then lashed out, actually trying to bite him. Neon caught Chara, her palms burning at the water.
ZM
Template made killer's soul stone indigo and increased the gravity on her. She's pretty resilient to his attack as she's right by his neck as he guards himself with his arms he pulls at her hair with the arm not pushing her away.
Core
Killer landed a bite, the black dripping from her eyes getting into the wound as she released.
ZM
Chara shook her hand as it almost feels broken. She grimaces and gets away from neon noticing the burns. Template is very defencive but every move he makes he does get weaker. "Toxins. The way of the coward" he states and pulls her down to the ground deforming her soul a little.
Core
“No, the way of brain over brawn.” Killer hissed, resisting as much as she could
ZM
He rolls his eyes and the gravity gets stronger as his hatered slowly grows. "Are we going to have a problem or will you leave my friend alone?" The ground cracks under killer.
Core
“As long as you leave Chara alone...” Killer hissed, cracking under pressure
ZM
The pressure was released seemingly agreeing to killers demand. he went back over to ink and sat by her.
Core
Ink looked at Template. “You sure do know how to make situations interesting.”
ZM
he blushes and looks away shyly "Heheh, I try."
Core
Killer looked at Chara, “You ok?”
ZM
Chara lifted her hand to show killer, it was mangled and a purple shade. "That felt really good." She says sarcasticly.
It kinda flops over grossly. "I don't have enough dt. Someone wants make me a save star?"
Core
“Sh*t, yeah I know that feeling.” Killer cringed. “Neon, can you repair it?” Killer asked. “Yes, yes of course.” Neon said, fixing the hand. “Although that variant may be troublesome.” Ink hissed softly.
ZM
Chara didn't like the feeling of the healing as her hand was pretty numb before and now the pain is in the main dealing she makes groans and bites her arm to keep her from screaming. "Do you mean the killer or chara variant?" He asks quietly.
Core
“I mean Neon.” Ink replied, watching her heal.
ZM
"...perhaps." he watches as well. " do you want to stay here to watch or do you want me to take you somewhere to heal? " "I can keep an eye on them if you like."
Core
“It would be appreciated if you keep watch while I heal.” Ink said to Template
ZM
He nods. "Will do." Chara snaps "ARE YOU DONE YET" as she holds back tears
Core
Ink turned into a liquid and fled. “And done. Sorry hands are complex...” Neon replied
ZM
Chara pulls her hand away as the pain stops. "It's fine.. thank you."
(Can I just say it's so precious how killer cares for chara ;u; what a good girl)
Core
(If she heard you say that...) “Ok, good. I was worried.”
ZM
( BUT SHE'S SO CUTE! SHE MUST KNOW!) she looks at neon not sure how to read her. "Why didn't you help just now with ink? And you shatter? You guys just stood there!"
Core
“Ink isn’t that much different than me, so it’s... unnerving to say the least.”
ZM
"What about you shatter?"
Core
“Honestly my reasoning is stupid, sorry.”
ZM
"I still wanna hear it."
Core
“Something told me not to.” Shatter explained
ZM
"... huh?" Chara doesn't get it at all. "You're kidding right?"
Core
“No, told you it was stupid.”
ZM
"What told you? I don't get it."
Core
“My gut.” Shatter said. “Always good to listen to that, Papercut said, coming over to see what was happening
ZM
"Well my gut tells me that my friends probably should have helped more than they did." She stands glancing to template. "Now we have to find her again." She looks to papercut, "not that I mind but I also kind of do, what do you want? Frankly you're creeping me out."
Core
“Nothing much, just waiting for Rotten to show up.” Papercut smiles.
ZM
"Uh-huh... Alright so here's the question for shatter and neon. If we find ink again will you help or not. We shouldn't waste our time with it if we'll just get a repeat of what just happened. I'd much rather level up with the kits."
Core
Neon shook her head. “I will.” Shatter nodded
ZM
"Kay~" she stands "i'ma go see if I can find lotus again. Killz would LJ or one of your other friends like to try out that cleansing ritchual or are they all happy how they are like you?"
Core
“Probably Nightmare.” Killer said.
ZM
"Cool. Shall we than?" She grins "maybe she'll give us something for our efforts. Like watching the kits haha." She looks around trying to find oc
Core
OC was sparing with Rurik. “Yeah, I can teleport us.” Killer said
ZM
"Thank you, you're a life saver Yuma." She grins and walks through the portal. Template followed like he said he would from a desent distance.
Core
Killer took them to Nightmare who was asleep again
ZM
"Nightmare!hey boss! We got some cool news!" She shouts up at her.
Core
Nightmare opened her eye. “Yeah? What’s up?” She yawned
ZM
Chara climbs the tree quickly and sits on a branch. "We met a star that can clear you from your corruption! How cool is that!"
Core
Nightmare sat up quickly. “What?”
ZM
"You heard me"
Core
“Where.” Nightmare said sternly
ZM
She looks back down. "Killer, doll, mind taking us back?" She hops down the tree.
Core
“I’m not a doll.” Killer said, before teleporting them all back
ZM
Chara snickers and they're back at lotus. "It's her, she'll help you."
ZM
Template is starting to get impatient, he wants to see if inks healing alright but he knows she'd be mad at him if he just left. So instead he taps his foot and draws in the sand with a stick.
Core
Nightmare went up to Lotus. “You really can help me get rid of... this?” Nightmare asked. Lotus nodded
ZM
(so i totally don't remember what nightmare said happened to her sister, want to remind me?) tonic hopped over interested to see the process
Core
(Well Dream helped save a human child from falling off a cliff, when the father saw this he thought Dream was trying to hurt the child and pushed her. Her impact on the rocks below broke her soul stone.) Lotus’s eyes glowed as she revealed Nightmare’s ‘true self’. Much like Killer, a corrupted shell, a sad center.
ZM
( well gee that's sad.) template is disturbed by the corruption and he kinda scowls in their direction
Core
Lotus then summoned her scythe, carvings of a rose vine was in the handle.
ZM
the watchers stay silent at the anticipation
Core
Lotus slashed through the corrupted shell, Nightmare’s coating cracked and fell off as pieces. Her real self had night black hair and deep violet eyes,
ZM
tonic takes some of the shell that was dropped. chara goes closer to night inspecting her. "how you feel boss?"
Core
Nightmare looked over, before looking at her hands, “a-amazing... I’m... me again.” She smiled
ZM
chara grins back happy that she's pleased. "pretty cool lotus. pretty cool indeed."
Core
Nightmare stretched back, hissing since there was still pain, but was still happy.
ZM
"where'd you learn how to do that?" she asks
Core
“Well, I’m a reaper, so I just reaped the corrupted part of the soul.” Lotus shrugged.
ZM
"that's really strange. but hey i guess it works!"
ZM
"so night." she's obviously expecting nighmare to do what she asks. "sense we oh so kindly led you to this little reaper and now your feeling good how about you watch the kits?"
“I can also control souls, including lost ones.” Lotus said
ZM
"oh yeah?" chara being herself instantly wants this power. she makes a scythe. it gets a black hue that radiates off it. simmilar to what lotus's had.
Core
Lotus’s scythe glowed a soft red. “The scythe isn’t the source of my power, kid.”
ZM
(idk if you missed it but chara asked night to baby sit the kits) "well duh." chara says. "ya gotta start somewhere. here let me see..." she spins it and tries to get the shade lotus's magic is.
Core
(Oh I did miss it, Nightmare accepted) “It’s all about the main slash, you need to use your entire upper body.” Lotus instructed
ZM
"similar to an ax i assume?" she does her best slash she could manage.
Core
“Not exactly, you curve more.” Lotus explained.
ZM
"curve more. got it." she holds the sythe back far behind her and leans into the swing. "hows that?" "not to disturb your lesson chara.. but shouldn't we go find ink?" tonic says as they absorb the shell.
Core
Neon thought for a moment, as if listening. (Skull lagoon, 😈) Shatter agreed with Tonic.
ZM
template didn't like the sound of that and instantly goes to the little cave behind a wall of vines that ink was resting in. "but this is fun!" she whines. she sighs "but you're right. this is time sensitive. let's go." she says unhappily. "you two are staying with nightmare." talking to the kits.
Core
“Ok!” Shine smiled. Ink was almost back to her full game. “They are at the skull lagoon.” Neon told the others
ZM
"you're handy." she says to neon. "glad you stuck around" template portaled a little bit away from ink as to not hurt her ears with the pop his portals make. he moves the vines away and is relived to see she's looking alright. "they're on their way. apparently the little agreement we had didn't last long."
Core
“That makes two of us.” Neon smiled. “It’s fine, the soil here is high in carbon,” Ink responded, absorbing just a bit more.
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P5R Liveblog (17/?)
November 20th
Huh? "The distortion inside that Crystal is still linked to distortion somewhere else"?
...is this a plot thing, or is it because I usually have sent the calling card by the time I go to Mementos
Oh, now it's flu season. Well, I'll save reaper farming for ng+. It doesn't look like I'll be able to max all the social links until ng+, too, but that's to be expected, honestly. I made some mistakes.
Still, I'm doing pretty well. Either I'm close to maxing someone or else I've practically never hung out with them. And I'll be able to max out Kawakami before I'm not able to go to school, so that's great.
Priestess 6, Empress 1, Emperor maxed, Hierophant maxed, Lovers 8, Chariot maxed, Justice 8, Hermit 8, Fortune 9, Strength 9, Hanged Man 1, Death 5, Temperance 9, Devil 3, Tower 2, Star 8, Moon maxed, Sun maxed, Faith maxed, Councillor 9.
And I'm pretty sure the Justice & Councillor need more plot to happen before they can progress.
I still can't believe that Kasumi is just gonna randomly show up in the casino after all this. Can't wait to figure out what she's doing.
I hate turning down the girls. It's like, 'So why are you so nice to me?'
'Because we're teammates' or 'Because I love you' like NO IT'S BECAUSE WE'RE FRIENDS AND I LIKE YOU GODDAMMIT
*sigh*
I think I heard her heart shatter. I'm sorry, Futaba. It might have given me an 'are you sure' option but I couldn't take that chance.
OH THANK YOU PHONE CALL CONTENT
I was able to tell her that she was a true friend ^u^ ...of course, that only gave 2 points, so I'm guessing 'partner' or 'key item' would have worked better, but still. I can express my platonic affection.
WHAT IS THIS SPECIAL BOND READING OMG????? THIS IS AMAZING
Oh, good! They did add variety to Haru's plants
I am. Third-wheeling to the extreme here. How do people manage to date Ann.
Can I PLEASE not be a dick to girls I am not trying to date. Can I PLEASE say 'you have us, your friends' or 'Youre not alone' or something that does not imply you will not be there for her while still not dating her?? Especially since you're going to be leaving soon, too.
Ohya or billiards, Ohya or billiards...
YES FINALLY. Hello, Kasumi. Please talk to me.
Kasumi...
YO I CAN MAX FUTABA
THAT POOR PRIEST LOL
Wait I was going to go to untouchable
Whoops
MARUKI NO
Oh god fucking damn it this is going to be just like the cookie thing
Lol your glasses got all fogged up. They even have a sprite for it
BOTH OF THEM COULDNT SEE I LOVE THIS
FUCK HE KNOWS
Oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no
Seriously? Back in April?
Man, the Shibuya thing for Kaneshiro feels so foolish and ridiculous. We just literally disappeared into thin air, huh. And I though it might at least be someone who was deliberately watching for us who would see us, but that's not even true here. Guh.
OH MY GOD WE EVEN SAW HIM HUH
Well, great. I feel used.
He was pretty honest about wanting my help but. Ugh.
Maruki, I feel like you're going to flip your shit over the course of the next few days. I wonder if...
Hmm. Well. Onward.
Ah, I figured this was going to be the max rank with him.
Were you going to ask for my wish, Maruki?
LMAO RYUJI "ain't this place always empty though?" "I'm telling Boss." OAO HIS MODEL CHANGED.
Have I never chosen that option before or have I just never noticed
Ahhhh the hypest part of the game. I'm super psyched
MAKING CURRY INCREASES MY GUTS???!?!?
IT'S SHOWTIME
Ooh~ the roulette panels changed : 3
OH MAN I TOTALLY FORGOT TO TETRAJA THANK YOU FUTABA I AM SO GLAD I MAXED YOU
Aww. One more move and Makoto would have been the one to deal the last blow.
"THOSE GUYS IN BLACK SUITS ARE ALMOST HERE"
Huh, so Futaba can see a bunch of Shadows in police uniforms. Interesting.
Ryuji...! Thank you for your faith in me. I definitely will do my best not to die. ;U;
MAN I LOVE KNOWING THE REVEAL ALL OF THIS IS SO GOOD
I'm curious if the original plan was to take them all or just Joker. I wonder if the counterplan actually saved everyone from getting arrested and/or killed
Ah, to see how 'boyish voice' turns into 'Morgana', and all the rest
NOBODY ASKED YOU, INARI
ARSENE...!
I wonder why, from a Watsonian perspective, he comes back.
I wonder if we ever told the others about Kasumi
Oh, man, in hindsight, her coming to the casino Palace was actually really dangerous for her! Esp if Crow heard Futaba wtfing at her being there. Puts a target on her back, it does
??? I can still use my party's skills, even though I'm alone right now?
I still don't understand the logistics of this takedown. Ah well.
KASUMI WHY ARE YOU /HERE/
Did we plan this? Did I tell you /anything/ about the situation KASUMI WHY ARE YOU HERE
Nope sae never heard of them I have been the only phantom thief I have been by myself the whole time I am alone in this room right now
I sure do! And I know that you're lying to me! And that I have a big heart full of love for my friends! I'm not gonna sell anyone out. Glad that we've established that.
Hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
I love that whole everything.
I was riveted for a solid chunk of that. I remember the first time I played I was practically yelling at the screen and I had wanted to skip past the bits with the SIU director and all that bc I wanted to know what had happened to the protagonist and what was going to happen with Sae
Like, did I mess up??? Oh my god the eyes are open and there's blood and where would you even put the squib??? I was trying to figure out if I had chosen wrong and stuff.
When I played p4 for the first time, I got one of the responses to Yosuke wrong. I had said something about the window instead of vaguely saying that there's something bc I thought, well, why would he be trying to escape from the window instead of through the TV?? But he just got angry at me : ( and then I got the """normal ending""" which. yeah. and so then I reloaded and went through all that again. ...It was really frustrating.
Anyway.
MAN IT'S SO SATISFYING. The casino palace and its aftermath is really satisfying. The villains then deciding to be cartoonishly evil is a bit of a detractor but otherwise! Very cool.
And man the music is so good. Whims of Fate. Life Will Change, with lyrics! It's good stuff. I love the persona 5 music. although lbr persona music in general is AMAZING. i have playlists with just persona music it’s good good stuff
#p5r liveblog#p5r#p5r spoilers#long post#persona 5 royal#p5 spoilers#this one gets emotional at video games
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Set 1: Howling Wyverns vs. Pride of Hoshido
"Good morning, everyone! We've seen some very...entertaining matches so far, haven't we? So let’s get right into it! Next up we have..."
HOWLING WYVERNS VS. PRIDE OF HOSHIDO
"Everyone, take your places...On your marks, get set, go!"
"Preparations comes first, of course! Captain Nora's giving everyone a good glance-over, while Adal on the other team is checking his side. Swampy seems to have missed the memo, though, as she attempts to fire a nonexistent ball...Remember, you have to load the cannons yourself!”
"Now Gaius loads up his cannon with alarming speed, firing straight ahead -- or so he thinks?! It goes straight for Bat instead! And Yuuto’s cannon hits Tiki’s chest...er...I hope you guys warm up to this soon.” (Bat [HW] and Tiki [PoH] eliminated!)
"First Mate Morgan attempts to load her cannon and fire straight at Cap -- I mean, Lord Admiral Corrin -- and she misses...Now, she's trying again, but she forgets to turn the cannon around! That's the wrong direction, Morgan! Oh no...Maybe she should take it a little slower next time..."
"On the other hand, Lydia blows a ball through the enemy ship's mast. A good try, but that's not worth any points...And First Mate Corona responds in kind. Now we have both ships with holes in the mast -- and not a point for either..."
"Er, anyway, Vevela looks very focused as she prepares to aim, releasing a shot with such force, it's hit First Mate Morgan AND Clara before it bounces away! I wonder how she did that...through sheer force of will? (Morgan [HW] and Clara [HW] eliminated! +6 to PoH)
“Carrie hits Aqua’s leg. (+1 to HW) And now, uh...I'm seeing some friendly fire here. Haru misfires and hits Nora's leg, Admiral Corrin gets Yuuto's leg instead of...wherever he was firing, and...Karin and Captain Nora bump into each other very awkwardly. Rather than hit the rest of Mikoto, Captain Nora's ball hits the...foot. Gaius also gets Adal’s foot...Is that good aim?" (+4 to HW)
"Pride of Hoshido is scrambling to get a few hits back, but I don't think this is working out too well...Admiral Corrin is trying to see how everyone's doing and -- Oh, gods, Laegjarn's got her cannon the wrong way! R-right in the head...Sorry, you won't get points for that!"
"Uh, with that, to the next round -- Yuuto attempts another quick load, and this time he's landed one on Captain Nora’s torso! (+3 to PoH) Swampy tries to fire off again, but it’s another bust -- she hits herself! (Swampy [PoH] eliminated) Laegjarn aims again and -- hits Vevela instead. Yuuto and Mikoto bump into each other while rushing to load the cannons, Aqua misfires onto First Mate Corona, and...well, let's just say Hoshido's teamwork needs some...er...work. In the chaos, Carrie lands a hit on Admiral Corrin's arm, but the poor ship masts are taking hits instead...Maybe we need a little break."
"Lydia loads up a cannon just waiting to fire and -- Oh no, Captain Nora gets caught in it! Friendly fire, guys...Well, at least Captain Nora and Laegjarn manage to hit each others' arms! (+1 to HW, +1 to PoH) Gaius gets Admiral Corrin's foot...again with the feet? (+2 to HW) At least it seems the Wyverns are learning to watch out for their friendly fire, as Karin and Haru duck safely out of the way as their teammates’ shots fly past them and into the enemy ship. Hoshido, on the other hand...Yuuto and Vevela bumped into each other heading for the same cannon, and First Mate Corona loads hers all too hasty! She's firing all over the place, and it's spun -- back towards her! Not only does the cannonball bounce off First Mate Corona's torso, it hits Aqua on its path too! Sorry Aqua, you're out! Guys, I'm getting kind of worried about you...!" (Aqua [PoH] eliminated)
"Mikoto reloads quickly and...hits herself in the torso instead. Oof. (Mikoto [PoH] eliminated) Haru, trying to hit someone amidst the gauging and scrambling, hits Karin square in the chest instead... (Karin [HW] eliminated) And it is not Laegjarn's day, as she’s ending her rather disastrous career with a self-destruction to the torso! (Laegjarn [PoH] eliminated) Meanwhile, Adal and Carrie exchange arm hits, and Captain Nora barrels a ball towards Admiral Corrin's hand. (+3 to HW, +1 to PoH) And oh -- Vevela and Gaius look like their trying to hit each other, and they...hit themselves instead. That's a double knockout...!" (Gaius [HW] and Vevela [PoH] eliminated)
"Now we've only got four members of each team left...Captain Nora, Haru, Carrie, and Lydia of the Wyverns...Against Admiral Corrin, First Mate Corona, Adal, and Yuuto of the Pride of Hoshido. We're in the last stretch, everyone! Give it your best shot!"
"Well, actually, I guess everyone is cooling down for a second. Carrie and Lydia observe the situation from the crow’s nest, then scramble back down to discuss their strategy, while Pride of Hoshido eyes the other team and reloads their cannons. Who will make a move first...?"
"It’s Yuuto, who tries to get a sneaky hit on the enemy team, but Adal happens to be rushing by! Sorry, Adal, you’re out! (Adal [PoH] eliminated) While the others stand by, Captain Nora aims low, but...I think that’s a little too low! The ball bounces rather miraculously and hits Haru’s head... (Haru [HW] eliminated) Then, suddenly the barrage kicks up again! I'm having trouble keeping up this back and forth, there's cannonballs everywhere...and I think a return of our all-too-friendly fire. Lord Admiral Corrin and Yuuto manage to crash into each other and knock themselves out...(Corrin [PoH] and Yuuto [PoH] eliminated) While Lydia misfires gravely into her own torso...” (Lydia [HW] eliminated)
“And I think, seeing these mishaps, everyone is a bit on edge. First Mate Corona, the last one of her team remaining, eyes the other two hesitantly, and Carrie and Nora get a bit too hasty, their shots both hitting the deck, but not Corona. Still, two against one doesn’t look to good...”
“Corona’s doing pretty well dodging where she can and attempting to aim at the Wyverns, but we’ve got nothing so far! Captain Nora’s shot barrels through the mast...Oh, and Carrie -- just barely hits Corona’s leg, that is. (+1 to HW) Corona’s still in, but things are looking dire...”
“I couldn’t really hear it over that cannon blast, but I think Nora just taunted Corona about something? Huh...Well, meanwhile, Carrie’s run up to the Crow’s Nest, perhaps devising a plan, while Nora keeps trying to aim for Corona, who’s hanging in there! There’s a chance! Nora and Carrie get too hasty, and they bump into each other trying to rush towards the same cannon! Corona tries to capitalize on the moment, loading the cannon and aiming as quick as she can, but -- Oh no!”
"She misfires, and the ball fires back at her torso!”
(First Mate Corona [PoH] eliminated...)
“That’s, er...I’m sorry to see it happen, it seems like everyone panicked a bit there -- but that’s a wrap! Nora and Carrie are the last ones standing for Howling Wyverns, so... congratulations! I think.” (+5 to HW)
“Now, let’s tally up all the points...”
Howling Wyverns: 12 + 5 = 17 Points!
MVP: Weaponmaster Carrie
Pride of Hoshido: 11 Points!
MVP: Queen Vevela
“Just barely and saved by the last-one-standing bonus...Howling Wyverns takes the lead! That was quite the conclusion...or lack of...but good job, everyone! Take a well-needed rest until your next battle, alright?”
(( Simulation results are under the cut: ))
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Hope’s Savior ( John Seed x OC ) | Part 4
Summary: Trinity-Hope Johnson finds herself in the middle of a holy war, leading the Resistance, while having a complicated relationship with one of the cult’s herald. And she thought her first case would be easy. Oh how wrong she was!
Pairings: John Seed/Fem!Deputy, John Seed/OC, Earl Whitehorse & OC ( uncle&niece ), Joseph Seed/Fem!Deputy ( kind of ), might add more later
Warnings: mild language, violence, eventually smut, use of drugs ( bliss and other, thanks to Sharky ), fluff ( does that even need a warning? ), manipulation, angst, mention of mental illness ( insomnia, depression ), mention of child abuse ( from John’s side ), torture, I think that’s it? I swear it’s not so bad!
Word Counter: 3568
Notes: Taking back Fall’s End, Hope finally gets the attention of John Seed. I’m really having fun with this series, hope you guys like it as well. Comments are well appreciated! ♥
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The car is parked off the road, so it can’t be spotted from the town. Hope is crouching in the tall grass, looking through her binoculars.
“There’s one guy on the roof of the right, and one guy on the roof of the left side.” She says quietly, zooming in as far as the binocular lets her.
She sees a woman, roped up and held by a cultist:
“There is a man helding a hostage in front of the bar. Two guys are behind them, next to a truck.”
“That must be Mary May. She’s the owner of the Spread Eagle.” Adam says quietly next to her, he’s crouching as well.
Boomer waits for his owner to give him any commands, while wagging his tail.
“I can’t see if there’s anyone behind the fuel truck. Might be. You should go for the left, stay hidden and check behind the back. Wait for my signal. I’m gonna climb that ladder to the roof on the right. Take out the guy quietly.”
Adam looks at her as she puts away her binoculars. He looks at her with doubt in his eyes. She’s annoyed a bit, she doesn’t want to waste any time.
“What?” She asks, not being patient at all.
He doesn’t seem to take it to heart, though. His voice is still low, they don’t want any unwanted attention.
“You sure about this? What if things go south?”
She shrugs and starts walking slowly to the building on the right, staying hidden.
“Well, then we go plan B. Shoot the fuel truck, if necessary. That’s going to be loud though, so try to avoid plan B... Take Boomer with you.”
The dog looks at his owner and she points to Adam and tells him to follow the man.
“Shoudn’t you take him?” She rolls her eyes at the man’s question.
“Where? To the roof?”
“Smartass.” He scoffs and waves to Boomer to follow him on the left side of town.
“Dumbass.” She says back, while he can still hear her.
She moves behind one of the buildings and turns into an alley. She corners a dumpster as she starts climbing the blue ladder on the red painted building.
Adam must be doing alright as well, considering there’s no gunfire or shouting yet. The only noise she can hear other than the cultist’s conversations is John Seed’s preaching over a radio. Great, the dude’s speaking everywhere in this valley. Must like his own voice.
Hope slowly approaches the cultist from behind when she’s on top of the roof. She snaps the man’s neck and quickly drags his body with her behind the cover. She checks his pockets, looking for anything useful, then takes out her binocular, looking at the direction of the church.
“Shit...” She mutters as she spots five other peggies there, and another hostage. She looks for Boomer or Adam, but finds no one. Hope knows she can’t radio him, that might give away both of their position, so she hopes the man will manage on his own.
She takes her rifle from her shoulder and through her scope she aims at the man on the roof opposite of her. Taking a deep breath, holding it, aiming at the cultist’s head she pulls the trigger. The peggie drops dead silently as the bullet goes right through his head. The deputy waits a second if the shot triggered any of the other cultists, even with the silencer on. Thankfully that’s not the case.
She hears as a man approaches on her right and she fears he might want to climb the ladder. She quickly reloads and aims at a man in the alley between the bar and a garage building. She shoots him in the head and fast the man next to Mary May follows dead on the ground.
Hope swings the rifle over her shoulder again as she looks down from the roof. A cultist is right below her, singing to himself along with the radio. She thinks for a moment and then drops down, jumping on the enemy, taking him out skillfully. God, this might have looked cool. Did it look cool, just like in the movies? Where’s a camera when you need one?
She looks at the shirtless man next to the fuel trunk. Another one is with him. Is everyone being half naked in this cult, or what? She readies her rifle again, when an arrow hits the man’s head and the other next to him. She looks at the direction where the arrow came from and smiles at Adam. He nods at her, when a guy from the direction of the church shouts:
“We got some sinners!”
Seriously?! Adam turns around and she moves around the fuel truck and changes her weapon to the pistol on her hips. She fires a few shots, which land right in the man’s chest. Another readies to execute the other hostage, but Boomer grabs the cultist’s arm, biting it hard, while Adam puts them out of their misery with an arrow through the head.
They don’t fire the last remainging cultist soon enough as the hostage screams:
“They’ve called in air support, take cover!” Adam frees the man, as Hope runs up to the woman on the ground and tears her ropes down, grabbing and taking her into the open garage building as a plane flies over above them. Hope starts climbing up the ladder in the building. She saw a mounted gun up there so she has a bright - or bold and stupid - idea how to take out the plane.
“That pilot is a Chosen, one of the cult’s best soldiers. If we don’t take care of that plane we’re done for.” The priests says from far, but his voice can be still heard.
She takes the mounted gun in her hands and aims it at the plane that is now taking a turn in the air, flying right in her direction. I’m gonna die, i’m gonna die, i’m gonna dieeee!
Hope starts shooting where she guesses the pilot must be sitting and starts screaming with full effort, though it doesn’t exactly help her in the shooting, it feels good. Just as bullets start flying in her way it stops, when she hits the Chosen.
“Wooooo-hoooo! Take that, bitch! Hahahaha!” She starts jumping up and down with a rush of adrenalin in her veins. The plane crashes just outside of the cemetery of the church.
“Well... That was fun!” She laughs happily as she steps away from the mounted gun.
She takes the radio from her belt and sets the frequency on the open line, that she uses to reach the Resistance. She pushes down the button to start to talk as she cheerily states:
“Guess who just took back Fall’s End. Also... took out a Chosen, no need to thank me, really... Just get your asses over here, we have the town back!” She laughs and puts back her radio.
Hope steps into the Spread Eagle, an “Opening Soon” bringing a smile to her lips. Townfolks are already back and Adam is already inside, probably with the plan to drink something strong. While she just wants to sit back for a while, maybe get something to bite.
“He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death, or mourning, or crying, or pain.” She hears a man speaking as the chef from the kitchen window nods to her and she returns the gesture.
Adam is sitting on a bar stool, waiting for someone to serve him. Boomer is sitting right by his leg and wagging his tail as the Deputy approaches. She pets the dogs head as she looks around the place. Quite a cosy place and with some preperation it will be the best place for the Resistance to hang out and get drunk.
“’For I know the plans that I made for you’ declared the Lord. ‘Plans to prosper you and not to harm you. Plans to give you hope and a future.’”
Hope approaches the man, a priest as she can figure out by his talk and clothes. Other than the bulletproof vest he looks exactly like the usual churches’ man back in Missoula. The man chuckles when he sees the deputy and gives her a warm hug and lets her go. She smiles back at him.
“I don’t claim to know God’s plans, but I know a good thing when I see it. You’re getting quite the reputation, Deputy. You’re the first good thing to happen to this Valley, in a long time.”
Adam scoff from his seat, not even looking at the two of them as he scratches behind Boomer’s ears.
“You did good too, Adam. We are sooo happy to see you here.”
The pastor looks at his way with a shake of his head, but with a soft smile on his face:
“See you met with Mr. Roberts, too. Good, maybe you can make some sense into him, you could both use each other’s help, I’m sure of it.”
Hope smiles at the man, already liking him, though she always thought the men of the Lord are creepy: great example Joseph Seed.
“A little help?” Comes the voice of the owner of the bar, Mary May. She has stacks of crates in her hands.
The priest rushes to her to help:
“Are you trying to break your neck?” He takes some crates from the woman’s hands.
“Seemed like a good idea at the time...Thanks.”
Hope comes up to her and takes a box into her hands as well, scaring the blonde a bit.
“Oh shit.. it’s you. Sorry, didn’t realize.”
They walk to the bar stool, as Mary May greets Adam:
“We’re not even open yet and you’re already here, trying to get a drink. Why am I not surprised?” Her voice is teasing and she seems happy to see the man.
“You’re welcome for saving your neck.” He retorts.
“All you’ve done might as well add mover to the list, huh?” She turns back to Hope as they all put the boxes on the counter. She just now looks what’s in the boxes: alcohol. Obviously...
“I thought that Eden’s Gate confiscated all this.”
The lights turn on, making the place brighter a bit. The woman looks offended a bit.
“The hell kinda Fairgrave would I be if I didn’t have a hidden stash?... Learned from the best.”
Hope looks at the picture in front of her, but doesn’t ask questions about it. It’s not her place and the man on the picture is probably her father. The deputy has her own story about her parents and knows when to not ask questions. Mght tear up some wounds.
“This town... it’s been through a lot, Deputy. We owe you thanks, but...”
He can’t finish as Mary May interrupts his words:
“I know you’re looking for your people. But the truth is, you ain’t the only one in need of help.” Ouch, harsh! “Pastor and I can only do so much...”
The man speaks again, getting some drink ready for all of them.
“If you can see about lending a hand, we’ll be sure to return the favor.” He hands her the cup and they all raise them up. “Whaddya say?”
They clink their glasses together, but she doesn’t take a sip from it, while everyone else drinks.
“Sorry, I don’t drink.”
Adam looks at her in disbelief:
“We’ll never be friends.”
They all laugh at that, and although the deputy hoped she will get some help from the townsfolk to free Deputy Hudson, she’s still glad that at least they’re all friendly.
After talking to Mary May a bit, getting a mission from her which Hope didn’t want to say she’ll probably do much much later. Considering there are still some calls out there, which she got from Dutch, folks needig help. Getting a truck back isn’t her priority.
She steps into the church which looks like all hell went through it. Considering the cultist love God, this is just disrespectful. It looks more like a shelter of some kind than a place where people gather on Sundays. Pastor Jerome is sitting on a chair before the pulpit, Bible in hand. The real bible, not the one that was made up from Joseph Seed’s mind. He looks up as Hope enters the church.
She sits in one of the seats in the front row, her elbows resting at the bench in front of her. It’s not exactly a praying form, but it’s as close as she gets to it.
“I give thanks to the Lord every day for bringing you and I together. I’m glad you’re looking to do more here. We need you.” The man breaks the silence and she gives him a small smile.
It feels so strange. A couple of days back she was just the junior deputy of the sheriff’s station. Merely just a kid, learning how to do this adult life. She’s only 21 years old, and here she is, being a leader of a Resistance against a cult. Sounds like a far fetched plot of a tv show.
Does it feel good? Being of help to the people? Yes, it does. A little. But it’s also stressful. She doesn’t know what she’s doing. Going with the flow, and hoping for the best, mostly. She doesn’t have instructions of what to do and how to do it. And there’s the thing: how does she know where do draw a line? Where does being helpful ends and becoming a murderer begins.
“Something’s troubling you.” The Pastor says with kind eyes. It’s a half question, half statement. Hope sighs with a small smile.
“I was just wondering if there’s something I could help you with right now.”
It’s not a lie, she did come into the church to ask Jerome about this. The man senses there’s something else that might be going on in the deputy’s head, but he doesn’t pushes her on that matter.
“As you can see, John Seed’s making a lot of people suffer right now and quite frankly, I can’t keep up. These people need me. They’re my responsibility now. But that just means keeping tabs on the Resistance has been that much harder. When you get a chance, head out east and check on our people on Woodson pig farm. I haven’t heard back from them in a couple of days and that worries me. We can’t afford to lose a single one of our fighters. ”
They left Boomer in Fall’s End when they started their way to the Woodson Pig Farm. The night sky looks beautiful as Hope looks out the car’s window. She looks to the field, near Fall’s End when she spots a red painted structure with a peggie symbol on it.
“Hey, Adam! What is that?” She points out to the field. The man looks there with a huff:
“That’s a silo. They fill it with drugs and fertilizer, so they can poison our fields. Heard rumors that it costs a lot for John Seed.”
She has a devilish smile on her face:
“Oooooh does it now? Why don’t we take a closer look then?” She says as she picks up a remote explosive out of her bag.
He returns her smile and drives into the field, bringing them closer to the red tank.
It only takes one remote explosive and the peggie symbol quickly dissapears into nothing, with a loud boom and a loud laughter. She’s enjoying blowing up things a bit too much, but God, does it feel so good.
“I know a guy who would love your attitude towards blowing this up, back in the Henbane.”
She laughs, and watches the leftover of the silo burning up.
“Yeah? I’ll pay him a visit after we checked out the pig farm.”
He nods and starts walking toward the bushes a bit far away with a ‘i have to piss’, while she starts walking back to the truck. It’s so peaceful out here. Thinking there’s a Holy War going on... Crazy, right?
She almost gets a heart attack, when her radio crackles to life and an already all too familiar voice starts speaking to her:
“Sin is pervasive. It drives us to do unspeakable acts. I know the feelings that drive you... I know them,...intimately. But I can help you, Deputy.” She frowns at John Seed’s voice and the way he pronounces ‘Dep-you-tee’ makes her want to laugh and shiver at the same time. “I can wash away these sins. I can cleanse your soul. It will be difficult and it will be painful, but... it will be worth it. My people will come for you. They will bring you to me. Don’t fight it. Because the harder you resist, well... the harder we’ll have to scrub your soul”
The way the man rolls his words, it’s so clear that he’s a lawyer. Like he’s trying to impress her just with his words. Just as in the commercial. How did he know on what frequency to talk to me... Did he call every radio channel, hoping one of them was mine? She starts laughing at that, but Dutch’s worried voice makes her stop.
“Holy shit kid, you’ve pissed in John’s cornflakes. He’s going to be throwing all he’s got after you. So keep your head on a swivel.”
She stands on the field, looking at her radio. What did John mean he knew her sin. What sin? What did he mean by knowing her sin ‘intimately’. This guy ate too much drama queen for breakfast, he needs to chill.
“Who called?” Adam comes up behind her, zipping up his pants and walking towards the car.
“John Seed.” She says and Adam almost drops his car keyes. He looks at her questioningly and a bit worried:
“What did he say?”
She messes with her hair, getting it out of the way of her view. She could use a haircut, really.
“Something about knowing my sin. That he wants to ‘cleanse my soul’. That his people will come for me and the last part was totally some reference to torture I think that sums it up.”
She doesn’t exactly care about this. After all she heard the rumors about John Seed always trying to make people confess to him, talking about their sins. What does surprise her is that Adam almost tears the car door open, looking at the sky and around them as a paranoid.
“Get in the car, now!”
“Wha... Why? What’s the hurry? You said it yourself he didn’t come for you either.” But she does get in the car with him and he starts speeding so fast she’s sure they will have a car accident. “Slow down, what’s the problem? He’s all talk...”
“No, Dep! He just Marked you...”
“He did what now?”
The car takes a quick turn and she sees lights behind them appearing. She looks out the window seeing three peggie trucks following them.
“Marked you. That’s what he does. Marking, cleansing, confession and atonement. Four of his fucked up steps to make you one of the cult.” He explains as he tries to get rid of the peggies behind them.
Hope gets ready her AR-C to shoot the men behind them. She does remember the note below John’s picture in Dutch’s bunker. But this doesn’t make sense...
“Why would they want me to join the fucking cult? I tried to arrest their all-so-holy Father. HE said that no one was coming to save me, and that I was the snake in his garden. None of those sound like an invitation card to me.”
She takes out one of the drivers in one of the trucks behind them. They are shouting about something of a “bliss bullet”.
“Well how should I know what goes in the minds of the Seeds?! I just know if you’re marked, you’re fucked!”
“Well thanks, genius...” Hope shouts back as a bullet hits her lower arm. She leans back in the car, examining the wound. “Whoa... what the...”
White stars appear in fron of her eyes and evertyhing seems like she’s under water. She hears Adam speaking next to her, but she can’t quite make out the words.
And then all of a sudden she feels like she’s weightless, like she’s flying. It feels nice, peaceful. Even as their car lands in the river.
She’s laying on her back. White sparks in front of her view. She reaches for them, wants to catch them all. Smiling to herself, how she might be a star in the sky and now her purpose is to catch her star family. Voices can be heard, but she already starts slipping back to unconciousness:
“This one?” Someone points at Adam on the ground. Is he a white star too?
“No. This one.” One of the giants say. They are ugly.
“Don’t seem very worthy.” Giants can’t judge stars like that. I might be small but I’m shiny.
“It is not for us to judge. Deliver them unto the waters. The Cleansing begins tonight.” This giant sounds a lot more smarter then the other one. They want to clean her, that’s a good idea. She can’t catch her shiny white family of stars until she’s clean as well. She wants to be clean... She wants to... sleep.
A/N: Hope is weird when she’s high on the Bliss. Haha
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This turned out longer than I expected. I’m like sure send me a prompt and I’ll write a little something, ends up writing a 3k fic. I kinda rushed through the end, ngl, I was desperate to finish this… I hope you enjoy the read @purpletiger15, I did tweak it quite a bit, or a lot but sort of wanted to make it my own in a way? I guess I got carried away. I know Envy was the shape shifter, but Toga didn’t strike me as envious so I swapped with Lust. I also played around with the idea of Nomu being sloth, but then he wouldn’t have really fit into my story anyway so instead he was those soldier things… My bad. Also, many things were left sort of vauge, or else this would have been a multi-chap with an actual plot line….but for the purpose and focus of todomomo/royai….
Pair: Todoroki Shouto | Yaoyorozu Momo
Rated : T
There a light knock on the door, causing Colonel Todoroki to stir. He lets out a heavy sigh, and mumbles a ‘come in’ while rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He knows who is at the door, and he knows they heard him.
The door opens to reveal his Lieutenant, who has a stern look of disapproval etched on her face and she walks in and softly shuts the door behind her.
“Sir, please tell me you didn’t spend the night here again.”
“Alright, then I won’t tell you.” He manages to reply before a yawn escapes him. He won’t tell her that, yes he did spend the night here in his office again, in effort to avoid his power hungry father. He doesn’t have to, she’s the sharpest mind in the division, she probably had come to her own correctly conclusion the moment she walked into the barrack. Not to mention she’s known him the longest.
She lets out a ‘tsk’ and begins to make coffee. She doesn’t drink coffee, she prefers tea. She is, however, the only one that can make his coffee the way he likes it.
“Sir, you can’t keep doing this. You’re not sleeping well, and stress and fatigue are bound to take its toll on you.” She’s lecturing him, and he can’t even bring himself to be annoyed, she always means well, and she’s usually always correct too.
“Additionally, if I have to hear Aoyama whine one more time about your attitude, I’m pretty sure I’ll end up shooting him.”
He raises his eyebrow in amusement as she turns, makes her way across his office and sets his coffee on his desk. “Or maybe it’s you I should shoot, being the root of the problem.”
“Now, lieutenant, do I have to lecture you about violence in the workplace?” He teases and takes a drink of his hot beverage.
Before she can reply, the phone rings and there’s a tip about an extraordinary alchemist up north and they’re off.
The tip ends up being a dud, but on the way back he does stumble across a brilliant and rather quirky alchemist by the name of Izuku Midoriya. At first glance, he would have only pegged him a scholar. But the guy is his age, has a boyish charm and a will and passion to be the best, he’s the type of guys who sees the glass as half filled and innocent until proven guilty and Todoroki is almost guilty for recruiting him. Almost. From what he can tell, he’s just short of being a genius, and he needs that kind of almost-genius on his squad.
Midoriya doesn’t accept immediately, but Todoroki isn’t too worried about it. He knows sooner or later Midoriya’s own hunger for knowledge will lead him to the valuable resources only he with the military can provided and fund. He has Yaoyorozu leave his contact information, thinking the trip wasn’t a total bust.
He gets a call about a month later and they set up an skill evaluation.
Several months later, Midoriya stumbles upon the theory of immortality and the Philosopher’s Stone. This information is kept on the hush, being the perfect thing to use as leverage to pave his path up the ranks.
Days after that, they stumble across the Homunculi. Or rather, the Homunculi stumble across them, and they are given a rather vicious warning to not meddle into the subject anymore.
Bakugou ends up in the hospital, sending the message of the difference in their powers.
The Homunculi have different abilities, they’ve come to find out, and aren’t human. They work for a figure they call father, which leaves a particularly bad taste for Todoroki.
They also find out the secret of Philosopher’s Stone,the stone made from human souls, and there’s a new objective.
Find this Father, defeat him.
It’s a wild ride from then on out. There’s betrayals, new allies made, and some lost. It all leads up to the promised day, where this all ends and he wouldn’t have it any other way, he thinks, as his squad gathers for the fight.
His squad is proficient, and specialized in different areas. From his sharp shooters to his strategist, to his mechanic, he has all his faith in them when they all separated to better assist with their skills in this war. His lieutenant, however, stays faithfully by his side watching his back.
Todoroki can wield both fire and ice at his control, so her protection isn’t really needed. She’s his pillar though, keeping him going down the right path, willing to shoot him shall he stray. She’s his queen.
They run into the Homunculus who introduces herself as lust on their search for the Father. She’s wild and unstable and manages to separate them in seconds by having the ceiling crash down between them.
Shouto curses and wipes the blood coming out of a small scratch from his cheek with the back of his glove.
“Lieutenant! Yaoyorozu!” He calls, and calls again and when he receives no answer, he uses his left hand to let out a calculated burst of flame that creates an opening through the rubble.
When he sees nothing on the other side, he continues to call her name, while he starts to run down the corridor in search for her.
After the ceiling crashes down, Momo feels the ground disappear beneath her feet and then she’s falling into a different level. She manages to land, somewhat gracefully, on her feet with both guns loaded and alert.
She’s stands still and quiet for a moment and glances up to notice the ceiling she fell though has been sealed. She frowns. They purposely separated them. But they haven’t attacked her yet. This means they were after her Colonel. She curses, and cautiously starts to walk down the path she fell on, keeping her guard up and one gun out and ready.
Her Colonel is strong, the strongest she’s known, and smart. But the enemy is stronger and she’s had a hunch for a while now, that the enemy needed him. This scares her. She can’t let him fall, he has a vision for the future that’s worth fighting for, he has a heart worth dying for.
From when they were young and reckless, and he had accepted apprenticeship with her father in hopes to learn the art of creation, in efforts to neglect the flame alchemy passed down by his father. From when she had shared the alchemy of creation on her back with him after her fathers passing. From when she asked him to burn it, to use his flames for good, for the alchemy of creation was dangerous, the world didn’t need another weapon like her. From when he chose her as his lieutenant and requested she shoot him, shall he stray from his vision like his own father had.
He’s always been the one worth dying for to her. And if she has to die today, she thinks as she rounds the corner, tightening feeling in her gut she’s gained in experiences of war, she will for him.
Momo comes face to face with her Colonel, who has his left hand raised ready to let loose flames, if he must.
She lets out a short sigh of relief, and relaxes her hold on her gun.
The Colonel lowers his hand, and nods at her. “Lieutenant, that was risky. Make sure to stay close to me. We can’t afford to get separated here again. It’s too dangerous, follow me. ”
She replies with a “Yes, sir.” but her gut tightens again. Something’s not right. Now that she thinks about it, he was ready to attack with his left hand, and she knows he’ll avoid using the flames when he can and favors the ice alchemy he learned in a book left from his mother…
She brings her gun up to the Colonels head and there’s a click.
He stops in front of her, and lets a minute pass by before saying anything. “Lieutenant, what do you think you’re doing?”
“Lieutenant? When we’re alone the Colonel calls me by my name, Momo”
It’s a risky bluff, but it works.
The imposter lets out a giggle, and the form of her Colonel melts into Lust, or Toga as she insisted to be called, it was cuter.
“So you two are like that?” Toga moves to turn around and is still giggling “huh, how cute, never killed a pair of lovers yet”
Momo is ready though, both guns out and lets out a simple “I lied” catching Toga off guard before she proceeds to unload all their bullets she has in the Homunculus.
It’s all fun and games for Toga, until one of Momo’s bullets catch the side of her bun and her cute hairstyle is ruined. Momo seems to run out of bullets and Toga just laughs, her bullets haven’t done any damage to her save for her hair, which she’s going to be paying for right now.
She charges at the weaponless lieutenant, and is taken off guard, as she witnesses her transmute a shotgun from a thick steel belt lined around her abdomen.
The bullets graze her cheek and arm, and they sting. So Toga pulls back to inspect the damage while the interesting lieutenant reloads her weapon. Her wounds aren’t healing, in fact she’s bleeding, or as close as she gets to bleeding. It’s oozing red velvet, but it has the wrong consistency. It might be the Philosopher’s Stone, she doesn’t care.
At the sight of her own ‘blood’, Toga laughs. “You’re special, lieutenant, Momo was it? Very special, Momo-chan. Makes me excited! I can’t wait to tell father.” She wipes her ‘blood’ and licks it, there’s no metallic taste that she’s come to crave and it fuels her hunger to see the lieutenant covered in red. “But first lets continue playing! It’s my turn to see your blood, it’s only fair! Ne, Momo-chan!”
The Homunculus is quick, and even more crazed than before. She has Momo disarmed and on her back in seconds. Toga has Momo straddled and subdued and is laughing over her in delight as the look of fear quickly flashes over it.
“That’s it Momo-chan? I wanna see that trick again” She leans down and she’s so close to Momo, she’s practically whispering on her skin. “Momo-chan you look so lovely with your hair loose, a shame I have to kill you. You’re boring me now…” Toga’s grip is stronger than expected, even more so when she goes to pull out her knife and is holding her down singlehanded. This doesn’t stop Momo from fighting, and Toga’s smile widens even more. “Don’t be scared, I’ll make it quick. How about I kill you like this” She takes the form of her Colonel again, causing Momo to freeze in shock. “That’s right, once I get your blood, I’ll enjoy killing him as you!”
One second the blade is plunging towards her heart, and the next Toga is being blasted off her as she feels heat just barely lick the skin of her wrists where she was being held.
She quickly sits up and sees her Colonel, the real one, with the coldest look she’s ever seen in his eyes. He glances at her, and then returns his attention to the burning Toga.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing to my lieutenant.” Toga’s body regenerates, minus the two wounds from Momo’s bullets. Toga laughs and stands. “Colonel, we were having some girl time, stop trying to butt in!”
Momo watches as he burns Toga, again and again without mercy. She notices Togas body isn’t regenerating quick enough, and tries not to let the girls screams of agony shake her. The cold look is still on Todoroki’s eyes as he sends another wave of flame and in that moment, it’s not her Colonel, it’s not the man she shared her secrets with, not the man she looks up to, rather the man she knows he doesn’t want to be, the man she knows he has nightmares about.
She watches Togas form go limp and fall to the ground, her body the shade of charcoal. She’s wheezing and Momo knows the Homunculus is done.
Todoroki is about to release the finishing blow, when he hears the familiar click of a gun behind him.
“Lieutenant, what are you doing?” His voice is gruff and monotone, and this strengthens her resolve.
“Sir, I can handle it from her-”
“Stand down, she’s as good as done” He aggressively cuts her off and she can’t back down, not now.
“I’m afraid I can’t, sir.” She replied, tone calm and collected, betraying the emotions raging inside her.
“Are you defying a direct order?” She shows no reaction at him pulling rank immediately responds.
“Yes”
“Lieutena-” His tone rises and she’s had enough.
“I cannot let you do this Todoroki. Just look at yourself, look at her, look at the damage you’ve done. For what, for my sake?” He doesn’t say anything and she curses because she’s shaking now.
“Is this the future of our nation? A man who can’t controls his emotions scorching someone to death with no remorse. A man following the footsteps of his father.”
It’s a low blow, she knows this, and regrets it as soon as she says it. He’s still and quiet and when he finally speaks, her heart drops.
“Then shoot me.” His voice is quiet, and raspy and she almost stutters.
“Excuse me?”
“Is your gun raised just for show? Shoot me if you’re going to.” He hasn’t turned to face her, and she’s grateful. Her hand is shaking and she doesn’t want to believe it’s come to her holding a gun to to his back….
“What are you going to do?” He asks. “What are you going to do after you’ve shot me?” She doesn’t have to think.
“I have no intention of living….”
He finally turns around, and the unforgiving look is gone, instead there’s nothing but regret and sadness.
Her hand is still shaking and she only notices when his hands come up to hers. He lowers her hand and eases her to drop the gun.
“I can’t.”
He doesn’t have to say more, because she understands him.
“You humans really are pathetic” Toga manages to rasp out, still on the ground immobile. She tries to laugh but comes out as a wheezing fit instead. “Lets see how far mercy will get you.” Her arm suddenly lifts and the two are alert, but she instantly brings her knife down onto her own chest crushing her Philosopher’s Stone. Her body starts to degrade into ash, and all is left is her ominous wheezing slowly fading away.
The pair barely have time to compose themselves, before Midoriya and a Bakugou round the corner. No one says a thing and they all continue down the path in search of the Father, none paying attention to the Homunculus on the wall, slipping back into his portal keeping the what he witness from the female in mind.
They’re fighting. Again.
And they’re losing.
Everything is happening so fast, Momo only focuses on the back of her Colonel.
The things they’re fighting are experiments, they’re jack up mutated immortal monsters, and they only listen to the gangly man compulsively scratching his neck in the center of the room. It’s sudden, but Midoriya suddenly vanishes and she can barely hear the man mutter about gathering the sacrifices with Bakugou’s loud cursing.
In a matter of minutes they’re all captured by the creatures the man gleefully calls Nomu. The man is giving a speech and Momo could care less, she’s scanning the surroundings and trying to find some way out of this mess. She doesn’t notice when the man points at her until all eyes are on her.
“And you. A little birdie told me you were special.” He drawls out. Her eyes widen and she goes to look at Todoroki, who’s mirroring her expression. “You almost slid under our radar…. but it’s time to see what you can do shall we?”
She sees blood first.
She sees her Colonels body fall second.
Her head is pounding, and she can’t tell if she’s screaming. A Nomu drags his body to where the man is standing over a transmutation circle. A human transmutation circle. She knows what this man wants, from her conversations with Midoriya she can only conclude he wants her to open the gate via human transmutation.
Her mind is racing, and she sees the blood gathering around her Colonels body.
“YOU SICK FUCKS, WHAT TH-” Bakugou is silenced by a Nomu punching him in the gut.
“Calm down, you wait your turn.” The man turns to her again and smiles. “You know what we want. I heard your brilliant. We did just put a potential sacrifice in danger. We can’t let go to waste…. Don’t tell me you’re going to wait until your precious Colonel is dead. That’d still work, but then we’d have to hunt down another sacrifice to replace him..” He looks around the room “which can be arranged.”
“Why would you risk a potential sacrifice then. What if she can’t do anything!” Iida speaks up
“Because she will. She is willing to die for this man, that much I know, isn’t that right? Oh. Did you wait too long. I don’t think he’s breathing…”
It’s too much for her to handle. Too much. She’s panicking she doesn’t know…
“Yaoyorozu, don’t.”
She snaps her head up and Todoroki is glaring.
The man frowns. “I wouldn’t talk if I were you, if you make it, you’ll be opening the gate next.”
“No. Lieutenant. It’s an order”
“This is hardly the time to be pulling rank, when your life-”
“Yes, sir. I won’t. ” The man stares incredulously and begins to furiously scratch at his neck. “I don’t think you all realize the position you’re truly in! Unfortunately for you, I don’t have the time to-”
It happens so fast that no one reacts. The man is gone. And they take advantage of the distracted Nomus to free themselves.
It’s chaos. Their backup consists of chimeras and old faces, but she has no time to pay attention to any of that. She’s rushing to Todoroki and pulls at the fabric of her shirt. She knows what she needs. She needs, gauze pads, medicine she needs to stop the bleeding. She needs.
She needs. A Philosopher’s Stone! That man was playing with one in his pocket, she was sure of it.
“Breathe”
She looks down in shock and Todoroki’s cold hand is over hers trying to calm her down. “Just breathe and take things one step at a time.” She wants too yell at him, that he’s probably dying, but he’s right. It’s disgraceful, the way she’s acting.
She manages to seal up his wound, having an understanding in medical alkehestry. She then rips some fabric off of her shirt, being the perfect combination of soft yet sturdy, and wraps it around his neck just in case. When she’s done, he’s staring up at her with something she can’t name, so she takes it as gratitude. She’s just relieved and still not aware of the what’s going on around them. More back up starts to show, including Enji, Colonel Todoroki’s.
She decides that it’s a good time to move, and she helps Todoroki up. She’s careful with him, and he huffs that he’s alright, it’s only a minor injury….. As if to prove his point, he encases a Nomu in ice, being easier to deal with, now that their leader was out of the picture.
Bakugou is going on a rampage, demanding to be told where this Father was, because “he’s done with this shit”.
The tables turn from there.
Father is strong, but All Might, is stronger.
With his Homunculi defeated, he’s the only obstacle left.
In the end, they’re victorious and it’s all thanks to the combined effort of All Might, Midoriya and a Bakugou who wasn’t going to be shoved to the side lines. Todoroki, chipped in where he could with his walls of fire and ice, but ultimately decided not to get in their way with his injury, something he can feel his father judging him for.
The moment the rush of the victory starts to die down, His lieutenant is dragging him to a proper medic, to get treated despite his protests that she’s treated him effectively. He lets her drag him though. She once said, she’d follow him into hell, if he wished. He’ll tell her one day that, its most likely him who will be doing the following…. one day.
A/N - Also there’s no way I couldn’t make Momo an alchemist. She’s basically one on BNHA and I like the idea of her having so much knowledge that it ties into her equivalent exchange, if she knows how things work and the composition. She’s basically an multi purpose alchemist, thus transmuting a gun from her belt, which she purposefully carries around a heavy ass steel basically brace/belt in cases of emergencies because her Colonel has a tendency to get into trouble. She’s always been smart, so shes researched and understands basic alkehestry. No one else knows she can preform alchemy and she refuses to be an alchemist. Despite her requests, Shouto doesn’t burn her skin/ tattoo he smudges the top other than that the tattoo of her secrets are still intact. He sets her straight that creation is beautiful and she’s more than a “weapon”. thanks to her he was able to learn the alchemy of two elements instead of the one he’s been forced to learn. with the tatoo in tact she doesn’t need to draw out transmutation circles when’s she has one on her back. But she has a theory of better safe than sorry so she predraws her cricles on anything she sees she might need to transmute to keep her colonel alive.
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Story time: Dating everyone in P5 turned Joker into a sociopath
The first time I ended up dating more than one girl in a Persona game, it was an honest accident. I’d already imprinted on Chie in Persona 4, and had no idea comforting Yukiko during her social link would turn me into a two-timing douche. A quick save-state reload rectified this mistake, but it taught me an important lesson: in Persona games, monogamy is not the limit of your teenage life.
As Persona 5 rolled around, I grew fond of Makoto on my first playthrough. With her on my side I experienced the Phantom Thief thrill ride, maxing my social links while gently turning other girls down. It wasn’t until the NewGame+ that I wondered: wouldn’t it be interesting to try the multi-dating thing? That way I could fast-forward all romance scenarios and not watch them on Youtube later like a loser, duh. If this game was intentionally giving me the opportunity to be Tokyo’s biggest Don Juan, then by Mona, I’d do it!
Little did I know, though, that as I embarked on a quest to bag all the single ladies* the whole atmosphere of the game changed. What had been a more or less generic adventure about truth and justice took on some… rather disturbing undertones, ones that went beyond the actual dating scenarios. In fact, the game turned out to be such an interesting social experiment that I wanted to write about it, so here I am. So, this is a recap of how dating multiple people in Persona 5 turned my Joker into a sociopath.
* except for Makoto, because a) I already romanced her before and b)…. it didn’t feel right, her being my first and all. SO SUE ME I’M A LOSER AFTER ALL
So. Here we are again, moving to Tokyo, whoop de doo. NewGame+ means not having to waste days on working out the ropes, so you can focus on the stuff that matters: getting as overpowered as you can in the least amount of time possible. For me, this meant maxing out Kawakami’s social link as fast as I could, because her bonuses are pretty swank – I really could have used the post-Mementos or post-palace massages during my first playthrough too, but kinda forgot about her right after Operation Maidwatch. Well, no more! I was bringing that teacher home left and right at every possible instance, so obviously I ended up maxing her link first. Ergo, we entered a relationship.
I’m not gonna lie: the Kawakami romance is some weird (and arguably illegal) shit. Maybe that kinda set the tone of this adventure from the start, giving me an mc who was 100% ok with romancing his homeroom teacher slash part time maid. Uh… huh. Given that my suspension of disbelief went out of the window right about there, it was easy to pick the “omg i totally like, care about you and stuff” dialogue options that went with it; I mean, I was doing this for science and stuff, no big deal.
That’s why it surprised me that when it was time to romance the next (un)lucky girl, I felt like shit about it. Not because of Kawakami, but because Ann wasn’t some ludicrous dating option pulled out of the “lol what if we let the players date everyone!!” shitpost book. Instead, Ann and the mc had already been through Some Shit together, best friend suicide attempts and sexually abusive PE teachers included, and she was a teenage girl looking for her place in the world. So when Ann confided in me about her feelings and told the mc she loved him, “returning” her feelings –while knowing I was already dating my…. uhh, homeroom teacher slash part time maid– genuinely made me feel like the absolute scum of the earth.
“I can’t do this,” I thought at this point, “Even if these are fictional characters in a fictional game, I feel like shit lying to these girls that I care about them, because obviously that’s not true if I’m so callously dating someone else behind their back. How can people do that in real life if I can’t even do it in a video game? Oh, naïve me! Because my lesson in the callousness of man had only just begun.
Anyway, so. Here I am, dating Kawakami and Ann. I think I figured that lying to my teammates didn’t Feel Very Good so headlining for randos seemed like the better choice to make next: Ohya the reporter ended up being the third girl I romanced, and it was relieving she seemed to understand the unlikely nature of our relationship. “I get that we probably won’t stay together forever,” she was telling me, almost like she knew she was only the third wheel in my extended trailer truck, headed to nowhere fast; the same kinda goes for Tae, the punk rock doctor, whose reservedness somehow made it easier to ignore the serial cheater vibes in the dynamic.
Chihaya, on the other hand, was different. Seemingly a little younger than the other grown-ups, she was already a lot more straightforward about her interest in the mc, and harbored all sorts of weird fantasies about them staying together forever. Which is exactly what I told her would happen. Not! Funny that for a fortune teller she couldn’t see I was also spouting this same shit to four other girls, huh? Chihaya reminded me of Ann, in a way, which is why the Bad Feels actually started to resurface here – it’s one thing to lie boldly in the face of girls (women) who aren’t really that invested in you to begin with, but when it’s people who actually believe said lies… well.
Now, I know, I know. There’s no actual reason to feel guilty, because these choices don’t affect the gameplay in any way. Whether or not the mc is an asshole in some ways will still result in everyone loving the shit out of him, and being sad when he leaves. Sure, there’s the scene after Valentine’s Day where you get beat up for being a cheater and the girls kind of call him out on it, but that’s about it; this isn’t Mass Effect, you can’t go full renegade, etc. etc. But even if the game barely acknowledges the clear disparity in the mc’s words and actions, it’s really hard to overlook as the player, and as I said, it kinda changes the tone of the whole game.
You see, during the course of the story the mc ends up establishing a whole bunch of social links: Ryuji, Yusuke, Mishima and even Sojiro are but few of the guys you end up making heartfelt bonds with too. Only problem is, once you go the Lie Route with the girls, the mc hardly comes across as any more honest with the guys – and this is what really puts a spin on his reliability. Everyone’s always going on about what a great guy he is, but none of them know what a quadruple-timing, lying asshole he is at the same time. And why would they? All he does is tell people what they want to hear!
Apparently the devs of Dream Daddy wanted to challenge the notion that this kind of behaviour automatically leads to “good endings” in visual novels, because it only makes the mc seem a little sociopathic. Sure enough, that’s exactly the word I would use to describe how my mc started to come across in all his social interactions in P5. Well, not all, actually; there was one character whose exchanges with the mc came across as genuine even when virtually nothing else did. Yeah, you guessed it: Akechi.
I’m taking a brief interlude here to talk about Akechi, because my social experiment with the mc’s romances actually ended up underlining how similar he and Akechi are as people. It’s what the game hints at continuously with the whole ~two sides of the same coin stuff anyway, but the point really gets hammered home when you repeatedly watch the mc fake his way through life just like Akechi puts on his own double persona (pun not intended). In that sense, it’s only natural that the two would recognize each other as equals, and that their interactions ring more sincere than any other discussion they have in the game.
But back to serial dating, if you will. After Chihaya, I started dating Hifumi the shogi girl, but to be completely honest I sort of mentally fazed her out; with every new girl I tricked into dating me, the initial unease seemed to diminish until I couldn’t remember what had made me feel so disgusted in the first place. I mean, I was already lying to so many people, what did it matter if I lied to one more, right? It’s not like I actually hung out with anyone ever again after I “entered a relationship” with them, and it’s not like my actions carried over to pre-scripted cutscenes, so who cares, right? Nobody (well, apart from a physical game engine) was forcing these girls to believe my bullshit, so really, the fault was theirs for being so gullible, right!!11
…Well, I might have been able to go along with that type of douchebag logic if I’d only kept dating randos. Since I skipped Makoto, the next girl I got cozy with was Futaba… and this is where the skeezy-ville started to nag on my consciousness again, because like with Ann, you know that Futaba’s been through A Lot: she basically spent the past couple of years as a hikikomori, convinced that her mother committed suicide because of her. Trust is a really big thing for her, so throwing a cheating mc into that equation gets really ugly when you think about how he gains that trust just to betray it. When you add in Sojiro, you’re essentially screwing both of them over while pretending to be a happy little family. If you take these events at face value, it kinda makes you wonder: seriously dude, what on earth is your damage?!
If that wasn’t disturbing enough, we finish with Haru. She is also running from one abuser but, if dating a cheating mc, kind of ends up in the arms of another. Although she enters the story fairly late in the game, it’s no less shitty to listen to her be so grateful for your “support”, knowing you’ve sat through variations of this scene with half a dozen other girls already. I just kind of kept staring at the mc’s poker face (pun not intended, again) while wondering how much worse it seems that none of these choices affect anything tangible in the game, even when the whole theme is helping other people (and shitty authority figures, sure, but mainly helping people).
And you know, it’s really that endless poker face that gives the whole thing such a weird ass vibe: this is a 17-year-old kid who’s moved to Tokyo for a year, and ends up constructing a meticulously crafted fake personality that has everyone treating him like the greatest guy on earth. If you perceive this as the intended story (as opposed to the mismatch of a fixed script and optional gameplay choices that it actually is), Persona 5 suddenly becomes a story much darker than its original premise. Who is the real mc, and why is he doing any of this? What is his actual sense of truth and justice, if he spins it so grotesquely to suit his given situation? How troubled does he have to be for this kind of behaviour to emerge, and what caused it?
I know getting busted on Valentine’s Day is played mainly for laughs, but when you put all this together it’s obvious just getting dumped doesn’t even begin to cover the actual consequences of the mc’s actions should have. For the 100% fake personality he’s clearly constructed up until this point, how anyone can still follow him into the depths of Mementos is beyond me. But hey, I know we’re not operating on earth logic here.
Still, as I mentioned, this levels the mc with Akechi a lot – suddenly it’s very hard to condemn Akechi, even in theory, for the route he ended up taking in life, because isn’t the mc basically doing the same thing? Taking advantage of as many people he can to advance his own ends, with the only difference that he ended up on the winning side? Not only that, but it makes it harder to root for the “good guys”, knowing that you’re not a good guy – you’re just some guy with a big enough charm stat to make people follow your fake ideals, whatever those might in reality be.
Personally, I was also surprised at how easy it was to go from “this is horrible I hate this I can’t lie to these girls” to the “eh whatever, I’ve done this long enough that I’ve distanced myself from giving a shit”, then back to “oh shit oh shit this is so wrong” over the course of a single game. I know this sounds like a hyperbole, but in that sense I’m… actually not that surprised at how people find themselves ignoring those same patterns in real life. Which is why it’s so disheartening there’s only one scene dedicated to the consequences; it would be so interesting if there was something more tangible to remind the player that yeah, you’re entitled to picking these options, but it does turn the mc into someone pretty damn messed up.
I mean, damn – by December I’d maxed out all my social links, and suddenly had shit all to do, and because I couldn’t sit through a single fake date with one of my fake ass girlfriends again, I ended up making my mc train every day and night just so I had something to occupy my time between going out and murdering things in Mementos and/or a palace. Watching him do shirtless pull-ups in his room I sorta realized: Oh my god, I turned my mc into a high school version of Patrick Bateman. This game sure took a turn.
So I suppose the point of this story time is that while dating anyone in P5 (and most Persona games, I’d assume) is ultimately only a gameplay element meant for the player’s extra entertainment, sometimes those seemingly superfluous gameplay elements can turn into unintentional story elements – in this case, an experiment of how easily lying to one person turns into lying to everyone, and how sometimes it’s not that easy to tell at what point you stop being genuine at all. Wow, them video games, huh? Always a source of profound inspiration.... or something.
#persona 5#idk what to tag this#maybe i'll add a new category for my rantings#and call it#story time#ok for the sake of archiving i'll also add#meta
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crash queens and motorbabies- party poison!gee x reader
A/n: LISTEN UP DUDERS< i wrote this a while ago and it’s honestly one of my most favorite pieces of writing ive ever done. Also the reader is mentioned as Bulletproof Sunshine bc that’s the killjoy name i picked idk enjoy
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“Better Living citizens, Dr. Craftality speaking. It was brought to my attention that killjoys are running lost in the city and are to be found and brought to your nearest Wellbeing officer immediately. Keep smiling.” The intercom that seemed to have sounded all over the city shut off, and I look at Poison from across the alley, smiling at me mischievously as if he wasn’t afraid we weren’t going to get out of this city. The boxes we hid behind were our only hope of not being found, and as the Wellbeing officers stepped down the alley, we had to make a plan now and fast.
Poison shows me his ray gun, barely even at half of a charge. Mine was completely dead from saving his ass from an officer who had almost caught him on our plights in here. It seemed draculoids, the grotesque, masked, Better Living fighters that were sent out into the zones to kill Killjoys weren’t the enforcement here, and that was at our loss, as the officers were trained more and actually knew what they were doing instead of being mindless, brainwashed slaves.
I shake my head, as I knew was Poison was aiming towards. What an arrogant bastard he was, thinking of just barging in there and shooting down the four officers before us, but that’s not what he does. Instead, the red haired killjoy throws me the gun (remarkably in such a way, where the officers didn’t see it), and gives me a thumbs up before I could even process.
Suddenly, Poison throws himself into the white cardboard boxes, making terrible noise and distracting the officers as they fired but couldn’t get past his shelter. I spring up, taking the small time and firing, his ray gun spitting out red carbons and it hits every one of them right in the stomach, a prime point for a carbon bullet to hit.
“Well, motorbaby, I always tell you about your stellar aim.” He grins as I hand him back his gun, rolling my eyes at his recklessness. I wasn’t going to tell him but the noise with the cardboard scared the shit out of me.
“And I always tell you about your stellar stupidity when it comes to coordinating plans.” I tell him as I snatch the extra carbon reloads the officers had on them.
“Nobody got hurt, did they?” He throws back sassily. I step onto one of the metal, Better Living boxes to reach the fire escape but even with the advantage of the box I still couldn’t reach it. Poison sees this and decided to help me up.
“You could have gotten yourself ghosted.” I say.
“But I didn’t.” He huffs and I sigh. I guess he didn’t, but that didn’t mean the self-destructive boy couldn’t have.
“Whatever.” I finish the conversation, more of because I really didn’t like to talk as I was trying to climb a 50 foot building without being caught doing so.
Poison easily jumped onto the ladder and climbed with me on the stairs.
“Alright, crash queen, Jet told me you knew where we’re going?” Poison asks me and I shrug.
“Knew. I knew before Jet and Ghoul and Kobra got themselves caught at the border. Now, we aren’t headed to the scarecrow unit.” I explain, “We’ve got to go find them before they stuff them with pills. But, catch is, I have no idea where they’re holding them. Stellar news is, I can find out if we find a map.”
Poison nods, standing beside me as we begin to reach the top of the building.
“Well, if it means anything I’m glad you didn’t get caught and I was stuck with Kobra or Jet to find you.” He starts, “We wouldn’t be able to make it anywhere.”
I chuckle. “Don’t you think I know that?” I ask, “Jet can’t even find his blaster in the mornings.”
He chuckles too, at this time. “Yeah, you’re definitely the brains of our whole operation. One thing though,” He stops and I look back at him, waiting for his question, “I think we’d better dash, sweetheart.” I look down and officers gather around the fire escape ladder, multiple officers climbing the small railing.
I start to run up the fire escape, keeping in mind of the windows that our open up with officers any minute, until I reach the roof, and Korse, the dastardly villain who what nicknamed the ‘exterminator’ for his efforts of killing the rebels known as ‘The Killjoys’ otherwise known as, well, us, greets me at the top with draculoids standing behind him, their masks a terrifying reminder of what kind of situation me and Poison were in.
I pull my blaster out, but Korse only chuckles as Poison runs into the back of me. He grabs onto my waist so I don’t fall as he almost tipped me over, but they don’t leave as he sees Korse, as sort of a frozen in place, sort of thing.
“I’d put the gun away.” He smiles wickedly. He’s caught us and he knows it too. Poison wasn’t as understanding.
His yellow mask never leaves in a surrender as does my black bandanna, cut to let me see as it was over my eyes. The masks were a sign of rebellion, a sign of hiding and a sign of fighting, and when met int he face of danger, a Killjoy doesn’t take it off.
“Korse.” Poison growls. As he mouths off to the high ranking dictator of Battery City, I’m thinking mostly of a way out, trying to find a way to save both of our asses.
“I bet you thought you were going to get out of here safe and sound, huh, Killjoys.” He says ‘Killjoys’ as if it was the worst adjective that could be used to describe anyone.
“Actually, I was expecting a few scratches, a few bruises and a lot more dead bodies as we exited this brainwashed society.” Poison groans and I look at him like he was crazy to be sassing the person who carried his life in his hand right now.
I look down. The banners hanging in between buildings were definitely strong enough to hold as we tried to escape. The awnings hanging below it could soften the fall, and I knew that I’d found the way out.
I nudge Poison and he glances down, not really getting a good look, but getting a good understanding of what was going on. He looked at Korse.
“So what, you’re gonna kill us now, right?” He asks cheekily. Korse sighs.
“Sadly, no, but it doesn’t mean I'm not going to make your life in Better Living holding a living hell.” He explains, “All we need is the young girl that you decided to leave back in the zones for your little vacation to Battery City.” He needed ‘The Girl’. Better Living needed the girl and we both knew this, and before I knew it, the hands that were once holding me shoved me off the roof, possibly in an effort to save me and the girl, and luckily, I held on to the nylon holding the banners up tight. They couldn’t shoot me from where I was because they needed the information, and in a slight glance, I could see the fiery red head smirk at me before he was shoved in the opposite direction, the draculoids roughly putting him ‘under arrest’.
I let go of the banner to fall on top of an awning, the fall not being as soft as I expected but it worked as I reached the ground, and right as I reached the ground I took off, sprinting towards anything I could use as over or hide in.
Surprisingly, a shop was conveniently left open, and although it was risky I took it, opening the door and locking it from the inside. It seemed empty, but I had to make sure, sneaking around every corner and bend to clear it out. Thankfully it was, and I sat in the darkness, thinking of how stupid Poison was.
No, I take it back, Poison was not at all stupid about his plans, but irritably reckless. Because of his actions, I was stuck alone, dealing with a way to get the four out of holding, but somehow I thought that this wasn’t at all Poison’s plan. Although Poison was reckless with his schemes, he was logical about them. I can't go against Better Living Industries myself. The odds of me getting out with just one of them, alive or dead was terribly dim. He tried to save me, I suddenly think. Poison was always one to put me first, no matter how often I critisized him about it. When Korse told about ‘making our lives a living hell in holding’ he thought he could kill two birds with one stone by saving me from torture and also making sure he had someone keep the girl safe.
This was a stupid plan though, as he was sure to know that I would always come back for my Killjoys, and I planned to.
Searching the place where I currently found myself, I realized it was an old store. Pharmacy, to be exact. It was ironic, because as I fight the society where the pills are the enemy, I’m being sheltered in the place that holds the wretched thing. I spotted magazines and shot over there, searching the various newspapers and magazines to find a map of Battery City. Luckily, there was a stack in the back. It was perfect, showing off the important buildings of Battery City. The capitol building was obviously in the middle, and the buildings around were nearly identical, and they all were lined in an orderly fashion. There was one problem. Where the hell was I?
Kobra, back at the diner where we survived, mentioned entering Battery City on the east side, (which was a terrible plan and we’d soon figure that out.)
The east side was easy to find, being on the east, and it seemed that I was tucked under a building nearest to the east side, so to get to the capital, I’d just have to follow the alley to the middle. I stand, accidentally knocking over the stand holding the newspapers. Big, red letters stuck out to me, and I pick it up.
WANTED; THE KILLJOYS
PARTY POISON; BULLETPROOF SUNSHINE; KOBRA KID; JET STAR; FUN GHOUL
On belief committing crimes against Battery City and Better Living Industries. DANGEROUS AND MANIPULATIVE. REWARD; 400,000 CARBONS EACH.
I snicker. I’m way worth more than 400,000 carbons. The pictures that were used were old ones, before we even knew what the word Killjoy meant. It was old inmate pictures, with each one of us looking up to the camera in a sense and it had big red X’s through each of our pictures. I stuff the old newspaper in my jacket, thinking of how we’d probably tape it to the dashboard of the Trans-Am, a marvelous car that Poison cherished. But I knew I wasn’t going to make it out of this to even show the boys the paper, and the girl would be on her own, taken Dr. D isn’t still alive. But one thing that we live by, kept me going.
Killjoys never die.
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gotham sentence starters ( s3ep14.)
( !!! SPOILER ALERT !!! for those who haven’t watched this episode yet.)
“ get those freaks in the cages!”
“ we need to find ___”
“ let go off me!”
“ what about you, huh? you know where ___ is? where is s/he?!”
“ look around! s/he’s everywhere!”
“ get down!”
“ are you all right? tell me you’re all right.”
“ i’m fine.”
“ where are they? who dared to think they could lay their hands on you?!”
“ i’m alone.”
“ oh, you escaped. you did. didn’t you, you rascal?”
“ did you bring anyone else?”
“ just wondering if i was gonna have to reload.”
“ i don’t understand.”
“ i know. that’s been half the fun.”
“ i’m sorry, i- i... what is happening? i...”
“ you weren’t kidnapped?”
“ recognize it? oh, why should you? i doubt you did the deed yourself.”
“ i know it was you.”
“ ___ was my everything and you took her/him from me."
“ now i’ve taken everything from you. well, almost everything. you still have your life.”
“ if the situation worsens we may be forced to step in.”
“ the city will bend long before it breaks.”
“ your faith in ___ is touching. and possibly dangerous.”
“ lights aren’t coming back tonight. tomorrow, if we’re lucky.”
“ this thing just keeps getting bigger.”
“ that might actually be good news.”
“ maybe we can limit this to a single bad night.”
“ how the hell are we supposed to find __ out there?!”
“ the city’s one giant dumpster fire!”
“ you’re not one to miss out on all the fun, so what do you want?”
“ how the hell should i know? i didn’t talk to him/her.”
“ but... my father appeared to me... i saw him.”
“ no. you saw a man that i met in ___ that does killer impersonations.”
“ you see, how do i put this...? ghosts aren’t real!”
“ my father’s remains... you stole them from his grave?”
“ don’t worry. s/he’s at peace now..”
“ i gently placed his/her remains inside a dumpster behind a chinese restaurant.”
“ you were angry. i understand. i even forgive you, but-but killing me is not the way.”
“ so you admit you killed ___?”
“ fine. is that what you want? i confess.”
“ i had him/her killed. but guess what: you should thank me! because we both know what would’ve happened if i hadn’t!”
“ i could’ve lived a life with the wo/man i loved! i could’ve been happy.”
“ you would’ve killed her/him, just like you did the other one!”
“ you couldn’t have helped it! and afterward you would’ve hated yourself.”
“ well, we’ll never know, will we.”
“ i did it for love... i did it because i love you. you should know that.”
“ shut up!”
“ love is about sacrifice. it’s about putting someone else’s needs and happiness before your own.”
“ ’cause the truth is you would sacrifice anyone to save your own neck. even me.”
“ when the ice melts, the chain comes loose, the vat of acid tips... you get the idea.”
“ please...! no, please... i can change.”
“ say you’re right. say you’re right, i... the fact that i love you proves that i can change. just give me a chance.”
“ you know as well as i that a man facing death will say anything to save his skin, and you won’t change. because you can’t.”
“ i was going to have you say hello to ___, but i think you are going to a very different place.”
“ what do you want?”
“ i’ll light these candles.”
“ i’ll nip downstairs and see if there’s any life left in that old generator.”
“ who’s calling at this hour?”
“ my, my. hmm. look how big you’ve gotten.”
“ are you okay?”
“ i’ll be fine, i’ll be fine.”
“ nice place you got here. you rent?”
“ what do you want?”
“ teenagers, am i right?”
“ oh, i remember those days. so many exciting new emotions flowing through ya, wanting to kill everyone you saw. aw...”
“ you know, i will never understand rich people’s tastes.”
“ it’s worthless. i keep it for sentimental reasons.”
“ nice try.”
“ oh, it’s got some heft to it. expensive, i’m guessing. would be such a shame if i-- huh. tougher than i figured.”
“ aah! bloody hell!”
“ i asked you what you want.”
“ sorry. the old noodle’s still a little al dente post-thaw.”
“ the reason i’m here is i’m gonna kill you.”
“ well, it’s the last thing i remember wanting to do. it’s been nagging at me since i woke up.”
“ the idea of slitting that pretty, pink throat of yours. figure that’d clear the decks. what do you think, huh?”
“ i remember that night. you were quite the showman.”
“ thank you, always nice to be appreciated.”
“ and you’re just going to kill me here? that’s kind of disappointing.”
“ what do you mean?”
“ after all the buildup, killing me here it just doesn’t show a lot of...”
“ go on boy/girl, spit it out, i can take it.”
“ killing me should mean something, and you’re telling me no one’s going to see it?”
“ you’re saying i need an audience? oh... look. i know you’re just trying to buy time so you can escape. but your point is still valid.”
“ kill him/her.”
“ this is what you’ve been training for.”
“ you’re gonna be all right on your own.”
“ i will see you again.”
“ strangely intimate. come on.”
“ try not to get any blood on the couch. i might come back for that.”
“ help! somebody help me! help!”
“ over here! oh, thank god... there’s not much time. cut me loose! hurry!”
“ you look familiar.”
“ free me, and i promise there’ll be a handsome reward.”
“ yes! now stop standing there and get me out of here!”
“ i- i don’t know... what did you do?”
“ ah, i’m gonna die here listening to this moron.”
“ just cut the ropes! hurry!”
“ fine! come on, then. what are you waiting for?”
“ you in a rush to die?”
“ who’s gonna kill him/her? who’s gonna do it?”
“ come on in, sunshine. don’t be shy. your mother wasn’t. chop-chop!”
“ who are you talking to?”
“ well, we’re off to a good start. what d’ya say? wanna have some fun before the main event?”
“ i’d be proud if i wasn’t so bloody terrified.”
“ gotta be honest, you don’t make the world’s funniest clown.”
“ but... we can fix that. let’s turn that frown upside-down.”
“ ah, shut up, you big baby.”
“ we have to find ___ and kill him/her.”
“ looks like i’m not the only one trying to kill that guy/gal.”
“ i’m sorry, what? speak up.”
“ what are you doing in my house?”
“ oh, i heard you. i’m just surprised you knew the word!”
“ speaking of words, any last ones?”
“ i don’t work for ___.”
“ stop pretending that you’re anything but muscle! yes, you used to be someone, but those days are past!”
“ remember when i put a knife in your mom’s back? that was awful, wasn’t it? you never did anything about it.”
“ nahh... you had your chance to kill me.”
“ stop turning us against each other.”
“ oh, if you think i’m going anywhere with you...”
“ you realize you have to carry him now?”
“ is there a plan for all this madness?”
“ these people don’t want a plan, they want an excuse.”
“ all they want is someone to tell them: do it. kill them, it doesn’t matter. it doesn’t.”
“ ooh, i love this game!”
“ you won’t get away with it.”
“ already did. now shush. i need to concentrate.”
“ so what’s the point?”
“ the point is that all these people out here, looting, robbing, killing, they’re the people who wash your car, who pour your coffee, who take out your trash.”
“ and what happened the moment the lights went out? they showed their true faces.”
“ that’s not true. there are good people in ___.”
“ face it kid, there are no heroes.”
“ hey, hey! foul! s/he pushed me, did you see that?”
“ you want to kill someone? let’s get on with it, come on!”
“ you’re so boring, ___.”
“ did that hurt?”
“ all right. enough dilly-dally. to the main event.”
“ where the hell is our backup?”
“ yeah, but we can’t wait, mate.”
“ hear ye, hear ye, gather around! the show is about to begin.”
“ well, i think we can all agree that tonight was a rousing success.”
“ we brought this miserable city to it’s knees.”
“ well, so what do you say? shall we end the night with a bang? or better yet, a boom?”
“ what’s next? death by a thousand cuts, very poetic. i like it.”
“ this is very important: whatever you do, please, definitely try this at home. preferably on a family member.”
“ you ready, partner?”
“ you’re just in time for the big finish!”
“ i suppose i underestimated you.”
“ it’s the curse of great beauty.”
“ honestly, wasn’t too hard.”
“ and brother, did you ever take the bait.”
“ well, i hope you’re happy at the head of the table.”
“ you know, i think of it as a limited partnership that needs dissolving.”
“ oh, ___. where are you, boy/girl? come on out, boy/girl. i won’t hurt ya.”
“ you ruined my show. hiding’s just gonna make things worse.”
“ i didn’t come here to hide. i wanted you to follow me.”
“ you’re going to pay for what you’ve done.”
“ why don’t you call him?”
“ it is our time to rule.”
“ you understand if i feel compelled to refuse?”
“ i’d do it in three.”
“ give up ___, save your own ass. live to love another day. hey?”
“ what’s going on? you have a weird look on your face. like, weirder than normal.”
“ you’re right. i should want him/her dead.”
“ should? you loved him/her, and s/he betrayed you.”
“ so you’d rather die than give up the wo/man that tried to kill you?”
“ i would! isn’t that crazy?”
“ guess you’re not as smart as you thought you were.”
“ you’re in this together. but why?”
“ because i didn’t want to just take what you had. i wanted to take what you believed. i wanted you to die, knowing that you were incapable of loving another person.”
“ but i can! i just proved that, right? does that mean i passed?”
“ i... don’t know what it means.”
“ i have to tell ya, this is way more fun than i was expecting.”
“ we make a good team, you and me.”
“ is that what this is about? yeesh...”
“ this is about doing what’s right.”
“ you wanna be a hero? tell you what, buddy... i’ll give you a fighting chance.”
“ let’s do this mano y mano, my little conquistador.”
“ what kind of hero tackles someone from behind?!”
“ let it out! that’s it, that’s it. let it out! do it.”
“ i thought you were dead.”
“ can’t get rid off me that easily, can you, mate?”
“ behind you!”
“ you wish i would’ve shot him?”
“ at least you get to say you punched a man’s face off, that’s something, right?”
“ come on, let me buy you breakfast.”
“ well, gotta say. the clown make-up was way more terrifying than the damage underneath.”
“ did i ever tell you that i don’t like clowns?”
“ in a couple of days, you’ll be back to your old self, i guarantee it.”
“ you ready to tell me what happened?”
“ i almost killed him/her.”
“ ah, but you didn’t, now, did you? you controlled your anger.”
“ it wasn’t just anger.”
“ the idea of killing him felt like... it felt like justice.”
“ there’s a very fine line between justice and vengeance.”
“ i knew where the line was tonight. i didn’t cross it.”
“ if you keep going, you’re gonna need rules. rules you cannot and you will not break. never mind what the reason, never mind what the circumstance.”
“ i will not kill.”
“ tonight was close.”
“ soon we will act, and you will be called upon. are you prepared?”
“ never fear. you are only part of the plan.”
“ are you sure about this?”
“ hello, ___. it’s been a long time.”
“ i love you.”
“ you need to listen to me when i tell you by doing this, it will change you.”
“ i’ve killed before.”
“ you need me, just as i need you! you cannot have one without another.”
“ you can’t talk your way out of this!”
“ i’ve wanted you to suffer as i suffered!”
“ when i met you, you were a nervous, jittery loser. you were nothing! i created you, and i am the only one in the world who truly sees you as you are. who you can still become.”
“ you can’t do this...! are you listening to me?”
“ i’m listening.”
“ say something.”
#rp memes#sentence starters#sentence memes#roleplay memes#starter sentences#gotham spoilers#gotham memes#[ category: tv series.]
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All Hallows’ Eve Stream
Hello!
Also I AM getting the video
What a good costume
Testing, testing.
Everything's fine over here!
No, not the pumpkin!
...Can you see ME or is kast messing up in a new(?) and wonderful way
I can see you, but only on a seperate console.
That's... baffling.
I'll reload
There we are!
Oh, Kast.
Okay, there it is.
...Tell me I'm not invisible again.
Oh no, I see you.
Ahhh, good!
Now that's real horror.
Eh, it's probably better for him anyway.
I'm sure it'll all work out.
It'll be fien.
Man, that room is HUGE
Solid advice.
If Prime had won the war.
*shudder*
I'm sure it'll be fine.
Also fine. Soundwave gets along fine.
Really, why did they even have forks
...Well, that's going to bother me forever.
Subtle!
Very!
Who wrote THAT book
It's very specific.
Ugh.
...
This is worse than anything in the episode itself.
Does he. think he's going to be able to eat that
Got to admire his ambition, though.
I'm questioning how he got it in or out of the house at all
"Earth capital" sounds like something I would have believed and could still be convinced to.
Heh.
I'm still hung up over those Latin puns, those were clever.
Hello all!
Hi!
Hm new streaming site, never heard of this one
It's totally awesome and not at all buggy.
Zephra human!
Hi Knock Out!
I finally made it to a stream!
Excellent!
That just raises further questions!
Nice save.
Very nice.
Ewww.
sooo has the video started now?
Try reloading
It, uh. It does that
'Cause I'm not getting anything on my end,
I did that, I turned off my adblock and refreshed
Or try clicking the leave button (top, to the right of the settings button) and coming back in
Okay I'll try that
How meta.
So...the multiverse?
... Nope still nothin'
I'm gonna try switching browsers
Kast is a wretched thing.
I'm on chrome
I DO remember having this problem with Rabbit too, something about my adblock/settings wasn't letting me load video
WHELP apparently Kast doesn't support Firefox at ALL, soo fun times
Is a non-Firefox browser an option?
I've only got Chrome and Firefox
Don't you love how you have to have 4 different browsers installed for different websites that have different requirements for some reason?
Oh yeah LOVE it
It works on chrome for me, although not always on the first try
My emulator's using chrome.
Oh, THIS one
Okay I'm gonna try messing around with my extensions and crossing my fingers
Ha!
Oh nice!
The first one I turned off worked!
I HAVE VIDEO WOO
GLORIOUS!
Woo!
He didn't come in through the door...
He came in through the living room
Way to punch that ten-year old in the face, Hibbert
Like they didn't already know.
Doctor of the year.
Truly.
top 10 anime betrayals
They know about the waffle incident.
what a turn!
Why is Dr Fink the only character that has a tiny counterpart?
I mean, you can't prove he is
She's not forcing them to barter for their dead children, she's already doing a better job than Primus.
AH THIS ONE HAS ONE OF MY FAVOURITE JOKES
That was mine.
classic
The best kind of conspiracy!
The biggest hitch in their plan is that Homer would ever choose rum over beer
True.
The fish eyes make it.
Still true
Hah!
TWIRLING
TWIRLING
TWIRLING
T'WARDS FREEDOM
FAVE
Seconded! Other favorite!
WHoopsie!
Well, that's what elections are for!
I remember that joke going over my head as a kid
Alright, onto Rifftrax!
'why is NOT voting for the evil choses throwing your vote away?'
*choices
Hmmm
Oh
I thought it was one of those where it's just the sound and you're supposed to synch it up
Vincent Price!
These guys are sapping the fun out of having a chat open
They keep riffing when WE'RE the ones who should be riffing
A little, maybe
We always find a way to slip in a few.
True
This is the setup to a murder mystery.
If Opera has taught me anything watch out for the chandelier
AHAAAAAAAAAAA
"Why haven't you killed them yet, it's been five WHOLE minutes"
There's an established population of Vincent Price humans living in the hills to this day.
She def has the 'I'm on my own fourth husband and they all died from mysterious circumstances'
'Lol first degree murder jokes, the staple of any solid marriage'
One of these characters is absolutely going to kill the other.
I *was* joking, but...
Yyyyeah.
'... And welcome to Jackass'
"haha it's almost like you're trying to reenact it or something"
Just leave your hand there
I love how he's like 'charming' when dude's being macabre like he hasn't been nothing but unsettling since he came onscreen
Ew indeed.
I love how she's all 'meh' about mysterious blood dripping on her out of nowhere
"See, we even kept the acit fro some reason"
You never know when you might need an acid vat.
Waste not, want not.
Why are you entertaining this jackass girl
I'm secretly expecting no ghosts at all
Just murder.
Exactly
I'm expecting no ghosts or they're all ghosts.
Wait I'm changing my guess
There ARE ghosts but exactly zero of them are killing people
Oh right, that's the one from Scariest Movie Moments of All Time despite being no such thing.
That's right hit on the host's wife that'll win you points at this party
Try not to be TOO disappointed about not getting into her pants, Lance
"you're going to be the star corpse!"
fcuk my nose made a WEIRD snort at that 'does she miss being scared' joke
Running and screaming was probably the right call to make.
Tiny little coffins
Hah!
Wee little coffins.
Sheesh.
So the idea is they all kill each other trying to get a larger prize, huh.
I'm sure the police would have no questions for them afterwards.
Absolutely none.
Yes, yes, you want to murder one another, we get it.
NOT AT ALL
Better get back to the scotch
Still trying ot get laid eh Lance
run at her with a severed head, THAT'LL CALM HER DOWN
Nice knife dude
There's very little haunting going on in this house.
Clearly false advertising
If they're doing karaoke they have to do some Scissor Sisters
'I CAN'T DECIDE WHETHER YOU SHOULD LIVE OR DIE~'
Pfff
'OH YOU'LL PROBABLY GO TO HEAVEN'
'PLEASE DON'T HANG YOUR HEAD AND CRY~'
Oh NOW you're all suspicious and have questions about this bizzare situation
Right?
I'm half expecting they ARE actually all conected in weird roundabout ways ala The Clue Movie
If the singing telegram lady doesn't show up I'm going to be bitterly disappointed.
Same
She's really just freaking out because it wasn't scotch
Someone spilled wine in the room above.
The real horror is the cleaning bill.
... the video being a butt for anybody else right now?
Working okay for me
mine was laggy and now it's totally frozen
The sound's a little desynched but then it always is
Oof
I'll try refreshing if it's just me
Well, that's not weird
Okay looks alright now
And finally, we have a ghost!
if she was REALLY DEAD TO BEGIN WITH
OOOOH
I'm kind of leaning towards actual ghosts now, since otherwise I'm not sure how that rope trick would work
maybe the same way the movie did it
...okay, fair point
...Actually I assume the movie could've done it by, like, pulling along on a thread and hiding the person pulling it via camera angles
OHHHHHHHHHH
DID I CALL IT
You did!
YYYYYYYEAH
Yes let's spend as much time as possible in the acid room
Never a dull moment in the acid room.
okay so like why bother disposing of the body?
Right?
you didn't kill him, there was no direct evidence of your involvment
That just raises MORE questions
yes, move closer
And then a skeleton popped out!
Ha!
BITCH IT'S A SKELETON
WOULD YOU BE SCARED OF CALISTA FLOCKART?
Covered in acid, though
That is absolutely how those things work, I'm sure
...Hang on, what about the body the guy dumped in the pit
the strings being visible actually being part of the plot is the biggest twist in this thing
WHY DOES EVERYONE INSIST ON GETTING AS CLOSE AS POSSIBLE TO THE ACID VAULT??
To see the magical acidic secrets within!
Skeleton - By Himself
But is David S Pumpkins here!
He will be, like scrap I'm letting this night go by without showing him.
lolol
Murderous animatronics? THAT'S never been done before
"yeah I have some questions"
Just a few.
Deep lore!
Well I'm certaily scared
*certainly
Aren't we all?
How could you not be!
Freddy Who? Jason whatshisname?
All hasbeens compared to...
Alright! Anything you'd like to see before we close out? If not, I'm content to close out on David Pumpkins.
OOOOOOHHH
DAVID S. PUMPKINS
Any questions?
I'm good, I need to do some dishes anyway
Thanks for the stream, Knock Out!
I gueeeess I should get dinner
Thank you for coming! Always a delight to have you!
Say hi to the fam for me, and happy Halloween!
Thanks for hosting! It's been... a treat. :)
Of course! Happy Halloween!
And to you!
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