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Posted: Tue, 24/10/2023 00:06 (1 Year ago)
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His head throbbed, his ears rang, his vision was blurry, his body was sluggish, it felt like he was in a pool of some really thick liquid.
Can't hear that well underwater, right? Can't see, can't move, everything is against you, encasing you in a prison and draining every last breath while it torments you. How cruel, how terrifying of a world. You really wanted your last moments to be in this cage?
"Ugh..."
Akari shut his eyes and forced himself to take a breath, then sighed angrily, almost as if he was sick and tired of himself. He sat up as the grogginess began to fade, and something just as miserable took its place. Oh lovely, exactly what he wanted to wake up to. His favorite sound in the world, that damn bear.
At first, it was just talking nonsense, things Akari couldn't bring himself to care about and just simply brushed aside. But of course, the bear couldn't stop talking. It wouldn't be Monokuma unless he brought more misery upon them all every time he spoke, which is exactly what happened next.
"What I meant to say was, PROM IS TOMORROW NIGHT! We'll have plenty of outfits for you to choose from inside of a locker room, just combine whatever suits you or whatever. That'll be sure to cheer up you sad saps and have you stop whining about the bodies in the freezer! Anyway, have fun, make some pairings canon or whatever! There TOTALLY won't be any new deaths any time soon! Uhuhu! Bear well!"
...Huh?
Akari simply sat there for a moment, trying to rationalize or even figure out what the hell was even said. What was the point? Did Monokuma have something up his sleeve? Was this his attempt to cheer everyone up?
Akari groaned again as he got up and moved to the sink, still feeling the cold sweat on his skin. Y'know what? He wasn't going to think about that for now. He had no plans on going, no plans on dressing up, no plans on even talking to anyone about it. He was just gonna forget it and move on, waiting for the days to pass. Besides, he had a few bucks on it being a trap of some kind, whether it be a death trap or a ploy to entertain the bear and the bear only. Either way, he wasn't up for it.
Instead, he decided to take a quick shower before cosplaying Nabstablook for the night, not in the mood to endure whatever nightmare he may have. He even began to notice a few imperfections in the roof, pretty neat. He almost forgot that he had a dorm partner, which he didn't mind the absence of, but after remembering Sutaraitsu he began to worry. Well, not worry enough to bother looking into it, but it became a thought on his mind.
Just another to add to the pile that became his mind. So many thoughts, not enough cares to acknowledge them. Well, that would be a lie, as those were the very thoughts that haunted him. Haunted by the past, haunted by the present, haunted by the future. Might as well be Ebenezer Scrooge at this point, except this time he would gladly live out the vision the Ghost of Christmas Future gave him. Too bad said ghost was Monokuma, and his grave was whatever plans that bear had in store for each of them.
...It was morning already? Oh. Lovely. That night surely wasn't all that enjoyable, but it was better than sleeping.
...Even though he probably needed that rest. Oh well, he could sleep later.
Probably.
Anyways, kitchen time. Although he wasn't hungry
Totally not doing anything to forget. To escape.
Posted: Tue, 24/10/2023 00:07 (1 Year ago)
Posted: Tue, 24/10/2023 00:51 (1 Year ago)
Miyako Hiroto
Kubo's eyes widened and he tried to duck, but her fist connected with his face. With a sickening crack he was on the floor. Hand flying to his face.
The kid was staring up at her with eyes blown wide open, genuine shock on his features as he cradled his cheek. It was as if he was seeing her for the first time.
"You hit me," he said slowly. He blinked a few times.
"Is that all you can say? I hit you? Well boo hoo, pretty boy, but I can't say I feel especially sympathetic towards you right now."
Who the hell could? Detector was a grade-A jerk. She would stand by that.
Her hand squeezed Shi's and she breathed out. Her anger was getting the best of her.
"No, I don't suppose you would." Kubo planted a hand on the floor and pushed himself up. Swiping his loose bangs out of his face, he swayed from side to side, but remained standing. His amber eyes stared straight at her. "I'll remember that."
Miyako sneered at that... though she really was at loss for words. "Well. See to it that you do." She glanced at the trophy cabinet next to him. His body was oriented so as to conceal it. There must be something to that...
"Anything catch your eye?" She found herself saying.
Posted: Tue, 24/10/2023 01:59 (1 Year ago)
Darcy Harper's POV
"Is- everything okay?"
That Kubo. He was always up to something. Oh. Yeah. And Miyako. Couldn't say he had the fondest impression of her either.
"You were saying, Darcy?" Sawyer blinked. They seemed to be oblivious as usual.
Darcy suppressed a cough. "Uhhh- I was saying, maybe you should go take a look in the mirror. For a while. Make sure you're looking okay," he said unconvincingly, a word which here means "clearly telling a lie".
"Ohhh. Okay! That sounds like an honest idea and not a plot-convenient way to get me out of the room!" Sawyer scurried off.
Darcy crossed his arms. "As I was saying, what happened between you two? Let me guess, he started it."
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"Everything is going to be okay."
Posted: Tue, 24/10/2023 02:06 (1 Year ago)
Sutaraitsu Umemoto
Like the sleepy narcoleptic (definitely didn't make this up on the spot) he is, Sutaraitsu finally woke up feeling like his brain had been feasted upon by awareness-consuming bugs and used to play jump rope by inebriated fairies. I can't say for sure whether that happened or not.
Anyways, he woke up to a seven-dimensional Elder God of uh, Breathing, yeah, breathing down his neck. If by seventh-dimension Elder God of Breathing you meant a particular Ultimate Dictionary by the name of Setsuna Jun. Not the printed kind, the flesh-and-blood kind. But I'm sure there aren't any significant differences between those two.
Aaaaanyways, because he might as well be five years old, Sutaraitsu did a cute cat yawn thing and snuggled closer to Setsuna. I don't think he's showered since coming to Hope's Peak though, but like, you can't spell Monokuma without kum, so let's just blame it on Horatia.
Also Mika doesn't exist.
Posted: Tue, 24/10/2023 02:15 (1 Year ago)
Miyako Hiroto
Well then, you'd be right! But something in Miyako had twisted guiltily at the sight of the kid on the floor, cradling his cheek. He was an idiot and a jerk, but-
But? What but? What did she have to be sorry for? This kid wasn't her brother. Looked nothing like him, matter of fact.
"He's hiding something," she said simply. "Won't let it up. Figured we were just about to get it out of him when you showed up."
Kubo Atsushi
"Now I'm the villain," he mumbled to himself. But he didn't like Darcy too much, so he didn't care for however Darcy felt about him. Hate him or love him, Darcy'd still end up dead either way, and he didn't suppose he'd particularly care.
Probably.
Although knowing his luck as of late... well, he'd cross that bridge when he came to it. This was all stupid anyway. And there was something rather curious happening here...
"Where did you send Sawyer off to?" He cocked his head to the side. "No hard feelings. Just wondering."
Setsuna Jun
Awww! Sutaraitsu was so cute!
"I love your yawns," he mumbled. "They're... something, yeah, something."
The words weren't coming to his head for once. Truly, cuteness had a frightening power. One little sneeze or yawn and suddenly the Ultimate Dictionary became the Ultimate-Hit-Over-The-Head-With-A-Book!
Laughing a little, Setsuna pressed a kiss to Sutaraitsu's forehead. "You ready for prom? I'm a little scared to be honest. It'll be my first time dressing up... I'm hoping I don't look too disastrous, though I'm sure having you there will keep me from COMPLETELY embarrassing myself."
Posted: Tue, 24/10/2023 04:26 (1 Year ago)
Darcy Harper's POV
We? Darcy turned and realized that there was, in fact, someone else in the room with them. That someone was Shi. Somehow this made him feel even more awkward. He tried not to tense his shoulders too much, as he gave the person he barely knew a small wave. "Oh. Hi."
Darcy then turned back to Miyako, furrowing his brows. "Are you using... Physical torture to do so? That's, uh... Interesting." And definitely not unethical. At all. Darcy knew such a thing might prove effective, and maybe Kubo was a jerk, but... Did he really deserve this?
He tried not to scowl at Miyako. She was being difficult, as usual...
"Where did you send Sawyer off to? No hard feelings. Just wondering."
Darcy noticeably tensed up, his face reddening, as though a fever were abruptly coming on. "Well, I-- thought that they should go take a look at themself in the mirror. To get ready for the prom event tonight," he explained. He did not add that the two of them were going together, and that he had no idea if it was in a romantic or platonic fashion. "And, well... I was worried they might wind up overwhelmed if... Something happens. Something like that."
He pursed his lips as though they were suddenly zipped shut, before quickly changing the subject. "Is it... Something that we should all really know?" He wasn't sure what to make of this whole business.
He didn't like Kubo, he didn't like Miyako, he didn't know how he felt about this, he didn't know if that even mattered. Was it really best for him to try to keep Sawyer sheltered, to prevent them from being overwhelmed? He saw no harm in that, but in this environment, it might be different...
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"Everything is going to be okay."
Posted: Tue, 24/10/2023 04:35 (1 Year ago)
Miyako Hiroto
Miyako considered that Kubo may care about Sawyer for approximately two seconds. Yeah, no. He's looking for an easy target. Smug b*stard.
"I assume they don't get overwhelmed often. They don't seem like the type."
Some glow lit up Kubo's eyes. "The type? Sawyer?" He chuckled. "Give them ten minutes in a cushy room and they'll be ripping out their own hair. Some people like destroying themselves, and Pasta is definitely on the list."
Miyako bristled. "Like you have any say on that, Mr. Detector. You don't seem to be taking very good care of yourself, either. Maybe we should find a place to dump you."
Posted: Tue, 24/10/2023 04:52 (1 Year ago)
Darcy Harper's POV
"Not really... Except when they get like this. And then, it's almost like, they're not even... There anymore." Darcy withdrew a harsh breath. "But, they'll probably be better soon!"
At least... I hope.
"The type? Sawyer? Give them ten minutes in a cushy room and they'll be ripping out their own hair. Some people like destroying themselves, and Pasta is definitely on the list."
Darcy's heart pounded. "What the... Hell did you just say?" It wasn't what Kubo said, but that tone of his voice. That look in his eye. It just... It just...
"Like you have any say on that, Mr. Detector. You don't seem to be taking very good care of yourself, either. Maybe we should find a place to dump you."
Darcy's face curled into a grimace. No, no. He had to calm down. Calm down...
He shouldn't be saying that...
"Sawyer is NOT destroying themself. They're- they're fine! They're going to be fine."
Pasta...
Why was Kubo calling them that? How could... How could he...
Darcy stepped towards Kubo, trying frantically to control himself. To not do something rash again. To not strike him right across the face. Maybe Miyako was right. Darcy didn't want to admit it, but...
He violently grabbed Kubo by the collar of his shirt.
"How do you know that?" he hissed out in a frantic whisper. "How do you... Know about the... Pasta?"
It wasn't like it was some big crazy secret or something. Sawyer liked cooking with their mom sometimes, and occasionally, they would make pasta together. Darcy had been over a few times when that had happened, some time before his mother had told him to stop hanging out with Sawyer.
But... Was it coincidence? Was he freaking out over nothing?
How was... Kubo supposed to know that? It wasn't like it was something Sawyer was known for, or something, but...
It seemed far too creepy... Too personal.
Detector, Miyako had said. Kubo had lied about his talent. He had that "fake knife". He was not to be trusted.
Darcy remembered when Miyako had drawn mocking things on Kubo's face. Darcy had felt bad, of course, so he tried to help Kubo wipe it off.
He'd rejected his help, and then... Darcy had seen... That knife. That disguised knife that Kubo held. The thought almost made him shudder.
He'd lied about his Ultimate Talent. He'd been so hostile, so defensive, the entire time, he'd almost fought with Idris, he'd almost driven Lucian to suicide...
What the hell was the Ultimate Detective hiding?
"Who are you really?!" he whispered frantically.
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"Everything is going to be okay."
Posted: Tue, 24/10/2023 16:51 (1 Year ago)
Huh? He heard loud noises.
Idris stumbled down the corridor. Had something happened? A...murder?
He finally turned the corner and-
"Uh-" He seemed to have walked into something.
Miyako, Shi, Sawyer, Darcy and....Kubo.
He scowled.
Idris considered turning away almost instantly, he didn't want to see the idiot anymore than he had to, but his curiosity got the better of him.
"Is everything....okay?" He asked, mumbling. His eyes were still puffy and his face looked like death.
"Or are you guys beating up Kubo for fun?" His lips curled into a sly grin. "I'd love to join." He whispered.
Posted: Tue, 24/10/2023 21:30 (1 Year ago)
Miyako Hiroto
More people? What was this, a free buffet for the brains and the brainless? She grimaced as Idris approached, her anger rapidly fading into sympathy.
"Hey, Idris," she asked softly. "Everything okay?" She reached to touch him on the shoulder. But her fingers paused before making contact.
Even from where he was being practically strangled by Darcy, he was watching her. There was a half smile on his face.
She slowly retracted her hand.
"We're definitely considering it. If you are interested, the club's open." Miyako flashed a grin at Idris. "To enter, you need to have an active reason to slap him in the face. I'm sure you overqualify."
Kubo Atsushi
Considering it... huh.
Darcy's face was twisted in rage. Cute features made angry and wrinkled. Perfect button nose, smooth skin, piercing eyes- all ugly and awful and Kubo suddenly felt the urge to kiss it. Or at least cradle it. One of the two.
They'd asked something. Something about pasta... and who he was?
"Does Sawyer like pasta?" His words came out cold, though he wasn't sure why.
Posted: Tue, 24/10/2023 21:37 (1 Year ago)
"Hey, Idris-"
Miyako? He thought she still hated him.
"Everything okay?"
He rolled his eyes. "Since when did you care? You were at my throat, like yesterday? Day before? Defending Saeko even though that wretched being was lying through their teeth?"
He watched her retract her hand.
"Touch me and I'll break each of your fingers, slowly." He whispered.
"To enter, you need to have an active reason to slap him in the face. I'm sure you overqualify."
He grinned slightly. "I sure do."
Idris cracked his knuckles.
Posted: Tue, 24/10/2023 21:39 (1 Year ago)
Miyako Hiroto
Miyako couldn't think of anything to say to that.
"Wow," she finally breathed. "Wow. You are a serious asshole."
Posted: Tue, 24/10/2023 22:01 (1 Year ago)
Darcy Harper’s POV
What Darcy wanted to ask was, “Jesus, Idris, are YOU okay?” but that didn’t come out. His grip on Kubo slowly loosened, and he turned to look at them, trying to hide his bewilderment. Or… was it guilt? Darcy didn’t want to think about when he saw Idris last…
He didn’t want to think about what they’d talked about, and how he’d run out… he didn’t want to… he didn’t want to… He opened his mouth, tried to say… something. But nothing came out.
"Or are you guys beating up Kubo for fun? I'd love to join."
Darcy suddenly felt a shiver of guilt pass over him. Kubo was a jerk, but…
“I-”
"Hey, Idris. Everything okay?"
He wanted to tell Miyako she was making a mistake. No one should try to comfort THAT guy. But… he still felt like it was his fault. Maybe Idris had been right. And that… made him hesitate.
"We're definitely considering it. If you are interested, the club's open. To enter, you need to have an active reason to slap him in the face. I'm sure you overqualify."
Darcy grimaced. Maybe… this was a bad idea…
"Does Sawyer like pasta?"
Why did he sound… so oblivious? “I- they liked- never mind! Just… why did you call them that?” He could feel his grip loosening. Certainty was slipping. He may have gotten mad for no reason…
But how the hell did Kubo know that? It must’ve been a coincidence, right?...
Or…
"Since when did you care? You were at my throat, like yesterday? Day before? Defending Saeko even though that wretched being was lying through their teeth?"
Darcy dropped Kubo. “How was Miyako supposed to know that? How was she supposed to know who to believe? It’s not like any of us know each other here well, Idris.”
"Touch me and I'll break each of your fingers, slowly."
What the everloving hell… okay, guilt regarding Mei or not… who the hell did Idris think he was?
"I sure do."
Darcy paled, watching Idris crack his knuckles. What… what the hell… maybe there was someone else they should all have reason to be upset with.
"Wow. Wow. You are a serious asshole."
Miyako was right. She was right to be saying that. Darcy took a deep breath.
“Kubo, I’m sorry, I- maybe I-” He shook his head, he didn’t finish the sentence. He didn’t tell him what he’d been meaning to tell him… he couldn’t tell him. He just put his hands on his hips and glared at Idris.
No, he decided. Kubo was absolutely a total d**k. But he wasn’t the only jerk in this room.
“Are you… serious? You’d actually be willing to physically harm Miyako? And… I mean, Kubo is a jerk and all, but…” He trailed off. He couldn’t be one to talk about that. He had, after all, slapped Kubo in the face once. But in his defense, he almost drove Lucian to kill himself.
Darcy's voice softened. “Idris… I know you’re going through a lot right now… but what’s your problem? She didn’t do anything to you.”
Erica didn’t do anything to you, either.
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Posted: Tue, 24/10/2023 22:11 (1 Year ago)
Idris scoffed.
"Excuse me? Excuse me?"
His hands curled around the hilt of his knife, buried deep in his pockets.
"Oh, I'm the asshole now. Is that what it is? Oh, you're funny. You're so funny."
How was Miyako supposed to know that? How was she supposed to know who to believe? It’s not like any of us know each other here well, Idris.”
He shrugged. "I wouldn't try to kill someone for no reason, would I? 'Specially if it's out in the open."
"You’d actually be willing to physically harm Miyako?"
"...you're not actually serious, are you? You guys were just all about to kill Kubo, and you're talking to me about physical harm? Heck, you grabbed Kubo by the collar. You're the one doing all the physical violence, Darcy Harper. Not me. Have I even touched, Miyako? No. Will I? Hell no."
He scowled.
"I just didn't-"
Ugh.
His cheeks flushed slightly out of embarrassment.
"I just- dammit...
I didn't want her to touch me, okay?"
Posted: Tue, 24/10/2023 22:29 (1 Year ago)
Darcy Harper’s POV
Oh. Oh god. He was mad.
"Oh, I'm the asshole now. Is that what it is? Oh, you're funny. You're so funny."
Darcy’s heart pounded in his chest. Something was going to break… he could feel it.
"I wouldn't try to kill someone for no reason, would I? 'Specially if it's out in the open."
“YOU- you did what?!” Darcy sputtered. “You tried to… kill Saeko?! Is that what you’re saying?”
"...you're not actually serious, are you? You guys were just all about to kill Kubo, and you're talking to me about physical harm? Heck, you grabbed Kubo by the collar. You're the one doing all the physical violence, Darcy Harper. Not me. Have I even touched, Miyako? No. Will I? Hell no."
Darcy gasped indignantly. “That’s not true! We weren’t going to kill him! I- at least, I wasn’t. It’s just… something he said, startled me… that’s… all… it sounded like he was threatening Sawyer…”
The Chocolatier got more and more quiet as he went on.
Was… Idris really wrong?
I didn’t, but I might as well-
…
He hadn’t, but he might as well have done it- because he-
Doesn’t that sound familiar…?
"I just didn't-"
Darcy’s face fell.
"I just- dammit...
I didn't want her to touch me, okay?"
All the anger fell off the edge of Darcy’s face. He was just quiet, just like that. He didn’t even know what to say. He couldn’t find the words.
No one wanted that. No one wanted all the bullsh*t you had to deal with in life, not the abusive and neglectful parents, not the being ignored or shouted at or watching as someone was taken away from you and you could have prevented it you should have prevented it but you didn’t and because of it Mom said you had to move and then–
”I’m sorry.”
It was all he could say. Really… what more was there to be said? He didn’t know.
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Posted: Tue, 24/10/2023 23:16 (1 Year ago)
Narrator
The room had fallen into a solemn silence. A recognition of all the guilt everyone had gone through. All the pain. All the hurt and what came with it.
Of course Monokuma took advantage .
"Idris and Darcy are confirmed canon!" He said cheerfully, popping up out of nowhere. "The viewers ship them! They ship themselves! It's practically destiny! We can definitely make a lot of money out of the merch!"
"What the hell-"
"Two hundred thousand for the Darcy and Idris cuddling fanart? Selling, selling- sold!" He pumped his puny bear fist in the air, to the imaginary cries of auctioneers. "And off it goes! No more privacy rights! You forfeited it when you make something vaguely shippable!"
Posted: Wed, 25/10/2023 00:27 (1 Year ago)
Darcy Harper’s POV
"What the hell-"
WHAT THE HELL WAS RIGHT, WHAT WAS MONOKUMA DOING HERE AND WHY WAS-
"Two hundred thousand for the Darcy and Idris cuddling fanart? Selling, selling- sold! And off it goes! No more privacy rights! You forfeited it when you make something vaguely shippable!"
At first, Darcy was so stunned he couldn’t even speak. He ALREADY couldn’t speak. And that… just made it worse.
His shoulders tensed up, his arms tensed up, his shaking hands curled into fists at his sides, his face slowly became painted red with embarrassment and
Darcy wouldn’t even know what the hell shipping was if it wasn’t for Sawyer, and their being an Internet addict. Apparently it meant something regarding the support for a romantic relationship between two or more people, and Darcy could not fathom why Monokuma was using it for them, when they were completely real, non-fictional people inside of a completely real world, and his actions were not pre-scripted by a glasses-wearing coffee-addicted idiot with no life.
“WH-WHAT? NO!! ABSOLUTELY NOT! WHAT THE HELL?!” the flustered Darcy sputtered, crossing his arms abruptly and side-stepping as far away from Idris as possible. Monokuma was probably saddened by this weighted example of Ship Sink. “NEVER IN A BILLION YEARS!”
Seriously… what the hell? He’d… never even consider dating Idris. Probably. And it was just effed up to be saying this stuff when Mei had died recently, and… Mei and Idris, had, well…
…the bear. That freaking bear.
Sawyer Laurens's POV
Blinking.
Blinking.
...
?
What were they... supposed to be doing again?
They tilted their head.
...was that supposed to be... them?
They reached out, and touched the surface.
Strange.
It was a surface.
...made of...
glass...
Like the glass that...
the glass that...
the glass that...
that...
...
?
The glass that... what?
What were they supposed to be doing in here?
.
..
...
...!
Oh! Right. They were supposed to be... preparing for prom. With Darcy.
The event sounded like a lot of fun! Sawyer wondered what might transpire.
...wait, wasn't this supposed to be... huh... there was...
something...?
no, nothing. nothing.
Sawyer was kind of lost here.
What were they supposed to do with the mirror?
Lucian Arbred's POV
He also took notes about the things he had observed and learned in his time at the school.
...despite all the people who had died in his own life, it still came as a shock to them that four of them... were dead already. Had it really happened?
He tried to shake the thought away. Maybe they could all have fun tonight. Maybe they could all be friends.
Maybe... everything would be okay.
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Posted: Wed, 25/10/2023 00:44 (1 Year ago)
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Oh Lucian, you poor, naiive soul.
Bold of you to assume everything will be alright when it's spooky month and the oh so scary ghost of Mei Akamatsu still roams the corridors ;)
The only one having fun around here will be her corpse, I heard it's being used as a decoration.
And yet, even with her supposed omnipotence that comes along with being a handy dandy ghost, she was completely unaware of the situation happening with K-
*gag*
Sorry, had something stuck in my throat. Bit hard to get certain words out, isn't it?
Anyways, she was oblivious to the situation happening with Ku- *COUGH COUGH* KUB-
With that insufferable jerk and a nearby situation with Idris and Darcy. Oh and I suppose Monokuma too, whatever the hell he's doing.
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Getting out of bed was probably the hardest part, honestly. The fact that he would need to change before leaving already annoyed him, and he almost considered spending the rest of the day in solitude. Too bad plot exists, and I find every way I can to torment this little bastard. Anyways, in all truthfulness, we was a bit too content with his position to easily get himself up, it's been a while since he was this... comfortable.
It was a little embarrassing to admit, sure, considering comfort had never even been a thought in his mind for a while now and he had much bigger things to worry about, but that was the full truth. He could be an edge-lord and say the existential dread and horrific memories weighed him down that day, but really? He got over that pretty quickly. He just became sick and tired of his own moping, maybe he broke far enough that it couldn't break any further. This was probably the first time in ages that he let himself relax, even if it was a little bit (and not technically considered relaxing, since he was still being an edgy depressed mofo).
...When was the last time he was able to sit through the night? Sure, he didn't really sleep this time, but this wasn't the first time he had a staring contest with the ceiling all throughout the night. Those other times though... It wasn't this quiet, to say the least. Besides, wasn't often that he decided to actually take care of himself, he underestimated how nice a fresh change of clothes really was. He didn't really get the time to notice it when he first got here, he was a bit too busy being traumatized by a Freddy Fazbear knockoff. He could probably say the same about these circumstances, considering what happened literally the day before, but honestly...
He was just tired. He had enough, Akari couldn't fold anymore. Had he already become desensitized to it? Just one night, he went from nearly breaking down to just nothing? Heh, how terrible of a person would he have to be to just brush away someone's death like that?
Akari was in the middle of sitting up, but he froze. How terrible would he have to be, huh? 4 down, 14 to go, did those 4 really mean nothing?
Can't just act like nothing happened, Akari. You can't be alright after all that, it would be unfair, wouldn't it?
Wouldn't it, Akari?
"Goddammit..."
A small voice was let out, a shaky one at that. One that held fear and resentment, one that was only followed with silence. Akari simply tried his best to take a deep breath, changed, grabbed his jacket, then left.
. . .
"Hey, Akari...?"
The room was dark, it was quiet except for the sound of harsh sobs, winces of pain, and footsteps. You could smell it, you could feel it, you could hear it.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Blood.
"No... No j-just leave me alone... I don't- I can't-"
The boy kept repeating it over and over, disheartened wails of how little he deserved, that his current actions were justified, absolute guilt flooding his voice. It was painful not only to him.
But to her too. The blade didn't even touch her fingertips, yet she felt all the pain.
...
"It's alright, Akari. You're getting better at this."
"..."
"I'm right here. It's alright."
It was that same feeling again, the same pain, but only this time there wasn't a blade in his hands. There were no tears, no wails, only silence. Only silence.
"...thank you...
I wish you were here. I wish you were here so bad, you were the only one... The only one that knew me.
I miss you. I don't know how much longer I can go...
Please. Just come back. I wish you were here.
I wish you were still here.
Posted: Wed, 25/10/2023 04:48 (1 Year ago)
Lucian Arbred's POV
Never mind... It wasn't important. Probably. He frowned thoughtfully, wondering how a simple prom event might eventually evolve into everyone escaping the school. ...supposing the whole event wasn't a trick of the bear...
Escaping the school...
...
He remembered how Mika had suggested a bomb, Sawyer had thought it was a great idea, and Lucian had thought it could potentially work, although he was worried it might harm someone. And Kaoru... Was completely against the idea.
Lucian felt himself slow to a stop, he had to grit his teeth and force himself not to cry.
Just a little while ago, probably a few days ago... She was alive. And it might have been his fault... If he'd just...
If he'd just, what? God, he had no idea.
Horatia was dead, Kaoru was dead, Futatabi was dead, Mei was dead.
Death followed him wherever he went. And Lucian knew it was silly to think, but it felt like it was all his fault. Like he had brought his past with him, and that everyone who happened to be around wound up in danger...
No, it wouldn't have to be that way anymore. Things could be better now!
At least... He hoped.
Even though he knew it was futile.
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"Everything is going to be okay."