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She coughs noisily.
"See? Your... harrowing words aren't scary. Presumably ours aren't either." Moonling scowled in place of both Koda and Cyber.
The Musical Chair Squad
Keiki, Niwa, Majikaruman, Suzume and Megami were walking down the hall. Niwa clung to Keiki's side, glaring at everyone. He kept looking over his shoulder, eyes narrowed in suspicion, and ushering Keiki forward.
The hall was grimly silent. The tension was palpable.
"I don't-" Niwa began.
"DING DONG DING! IT'S LUNCH TIME, KIDDINS!"
The tension dissipated.
"What? Are you serious?" Niwa scowled. "Right in the middle of our date?"
Suzume Fujimori's POV
No. She was hungry anyway. "I... guess we might as well."
It was good they were all moving in a group like this... but was everyone else more separated? Could a murder possibly take place? She shuddered. Or two. She remembered Amano's blank face, his head bashed in.
Femi Davis, his body horrifically charred beyond repair. The news of his screaming, of his pounding on the door, of him slashing out Suko's name with his fingernails with the last bit of life in him, no one hearing him calling for help...
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"Everything is going to be okay."
Suko Nobu
Like a miracle, the Mono-Tutus released them and scampered up, evaporating into the vents. Suko didn't move on the floor. Their arm was on Nakata's stomach. They couldn't push themself up.
They groaned loudly.
"Mmm... getting up now..." They did their best with their other arm and managed to get into a sitting position. "Welp. Time to go, I guess." They helped Nakata up even though they were pretty sure they would drop both of them and collapse into a pile on the floor.
The two got to their feet and left for the cafeteria.
Hisoka Yamanaku
Hisoka closed his eyes, listening to the tinkling of the jewelry as he let it fall from his hand. Ping, pink, ping, pink. He spread his fingers and they all tumbled down.
"DING DONG DING! IT'S LUNCH TIME, KIDDINS!"
"Ah, lunch time."
It was about time. He felt like Maji had left him a thousand hours ago- and he'd aged ten thousand years in that time.
He tried to push himself off the chair-
And hissed as a forgotten earring stabbed into the flesh of his palm.
He yanked it out from the crack between his fingers that it had fallen into. It was a snake one- purple and red, curved white fangs erupting from a black mouth.
He'd had Kowai in mind when he'd made it.
But now he had someone else in mind.
He scowled at the red eyes and threw it to the table, pushing himself away from it. He stormed away from the table and left, with no intention of going to the cafeteria.
Ever.
Niwa Atsushi
Niwa decided to take Keiki and go to the cafeteria. Whatever. Didn't matter, anyway. Keiki was probably safer there.
He gripped Keiki's hand and dragged them forward. Ever aware of Suzume and Majikaruman and Megami and exactly how many people were behind him.
Cafeteria
The cafeteria was filled to the brim with fresh and delicious dishes of various cuisines. Everything from Thai to hamburgers. Even Suko squealed with joy, releasing Nakata to dive for fries.
"Oh!" Niwa gasped. "That actually looks- good-"
Suzume Fujimori's POV
She was really hungry, though... She'd eat anything, honestly. That is, so long as it doesn't kill me.
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"Everything is going to be okay."
Hisoka Yamanaku
Hisoka sat on the edge of the stairs, staring through the main hall. The glimmering bulbs fluttered to stay alive, fighting against the low power which fuelled them.
"I wonder," he mused aloud. "How long our food can last. If the power in the fridge and freezer go out..." he trailed off.
It wouldn't really matter if everyone were all dead, of course. When had he started thinking of everyone as alive? They were all dead people to him, and they wouldn't live much longer.
That food was only his.
And Maji's? he wondered.
Perhaps.
But no one else. He couldn't save Suzume or Megami, bright and confident as they were. Nor Niwa and Keiki and their chipper attitudes and eternal faith in one another. And of course not Chika and Amano and everyone else who was dead.
"We are the dead," he murmured.
And when, exactly, had he begun thinking of himself as one of them?
"Ohhhhh, Nakataaaa~"