Forum Thread

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Third Person POV

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"Waitwait- if you wear the tutu, I'll wear a tutu as well?"

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Keiki Meyumi.

Keiki paused.

"Hmm....

That- that's a good idea.

Alright! It's settled, we're gonna be tutu buddies!"

Kōun no Megami
I shrugged. "It's an old strategy from the crappy parties my parents threw, business deal stuff. Then again, my strategy back then was slightly... anyways." I quickly noticed her shift in mood, distracting me from my own. "You good?"

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Buraddo Jemu

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Majikaruman Dōseiai-shadearimasu

Femi Davis's POV

"I like you." Femi stopped crying suddenly, the tears hanging off his face like decorative snowflakes, held up by strings of melting ice. "Y-You... you like me, Suko?" He pointed at himself and touched his chest with a shaky index finger. "R-really?..."

He couldn't stand it. He couldn't stand it. He was... a plaything to Suko. And you're also Femi to them, he tried to remind himself. But he didn't care. He just wanted to bite and tear the flesh off his hands, and scream in pain, and bawl his eyes out until he couldn't cry anymore...

"I like you."

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And they'd asked him to dance. Wasn't that something?

The empty, unblinking eyes as they'd looked at him... almost with an intrigue to them. It was as though he were a guinea pig being experimented on for their entertainment. Or perhaps Suko was a predator, a hawk watching a rabbit. A wolf watching a sheep.

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But somehow, Femi didn't care anymore. "Ahahahahaha..." he laughed, sniffling and wiping his tears away, forcing himself to his feet. "Of course... I'll dance with you. How could I say no?"

"How could I say no?"

He didn't care anymore. He didn't care if Suko wanted him partially for some little game. He... liked them. He wasn't sure what he meant by that. Maybe it was just a game to Suko...

"Because I--" His eyes searched Suko's face. "I like you. So I'll... go there and dance with you."

(Okay after one more reply from Serend I think Koda and Kowai should discover Femi and Suko here)

Suzume Fujimori's POV

"Oh wow, that's really interesting! And I-" Suzume sucked in a breath. "I'm fine, it's nothing," she lied, glancing away from Megami. "Lovely decor Keiki has, right? No wonder they won the competition," she said quickly.

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Kōun no Megami
Don't push. "I like the simplicity. It's nice, but not overwhelming, it's meant to be enjoyable instead of a flaunt."

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Buraddo Jemu

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Majikaruman Dōseiai-shadearimasu

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Hisoka Yamanaku

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Hisoka continued down the hall. He paused to shift his shoulders, trying to rid them of the stiffness which seemed sentient of its own- determined to cause the maximum amount of suffering to his neck, chest, and face.

"Now you're being ridiculous," he chided himself. He glanced back and forth, and spotted the party room. Ah, yes, there they were.

The room he and Koda had met in earlier...

It was strange, just how isolated it was. The only way in or out was through a locked door- or possibly the vents, if you were small enough, which Hisoka certainly doubted he was.

It might make the perfect place for their mass-murder.... Was that Keiki's plan? Kill everyone, so no one could vote them out? How cunning. But surely Monokuma wouldn't allow it, if that were the case. Quiet, asphyxiation deaths didn't seem his style. He wanted drama... or so he claimed.

Hisoka hesitated. His hand hovered by his chest. You're getting paranoid. He sighed, unable to counter that argument, and stepped through the door. A doorstopper kept it open. He made sure to dig it into the frame a bit more, then fell deeper into the mouth of the room.

It was already fairly alive. Different students bustled back and forth.

Megami and- he was sure he knew her name earlier- her Ultimate Scientist pet were together, of course. And of course, overdoing it on the PDA.

Are they holding hands? Wouldn't that be so awkward, moving through crowds, connected to an enormous lump of flesh beside you?

Hisoka was glad he'd never hold hands with someone.

"Ah, Maji!" he called. Majikaruman was lurking at the edges of the party. Hisoka briefly admired his outfit. It looked good on him. Was it tailored?

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Niwa Atsushi

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Niwa was dressed in a tutu. This was a traumatic experience that would forever haunt him.

"I regret everything about this." He mumbled into his hands, his face undoubtedly flaming red. "Why did I even suggest it?" He peeked through his fingers at a razor by his feet. "On one hand, I could shave my legs with this. On the other, I can think of a much bloodier, and much happier solution. For me, at least."

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Suko Nobu

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I like you.

Oh. Femi was still stuck on that. "I like you too," they offered. "We can dance together. And tomorrow we can take over the world and have sappy conversations after." They then offered him a smile.

Do you want me? Or do you just like that I want you?

Femi was so confusing sometimes. He was like a puzzle- those annoying ones that you always had a problem having fun with. But Femi was Suko's problem.

A few separate flashes of a childhood book. They had tamed Femi. They had to take responsibility- they had to protect their lamb, who had nothing but a few barbed words to protect him from the world.

And now he has me.

"I'll protect you," they said decisively. "You'll get out of this place alive, or my name isn't Suko Nobu." Then they offered their arm. "Wanna go, now?" They engraved the casual promise in their heart.

No matter what... They'd ensure that Femi, above everyone else, escaped this hellhole.

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Narrator

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The party was about to begin. The Ultimates- with the very unimportant exception of Chuku- gathered around the party room. Some came with friends, others with romantic partners. Some still came alone- and observed the others from afar.

Only one person knew, however, what the outcome of this party would be.

Just what would happen to a certain Ultimate at the end of it.

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Keiki Meyumi.

Keiki was beaming. They twirled. "I look so darn hot in this, Niwa- perfect suggestion for me to wear this-" They grinned. "Awww- tomato-face, you look fiiiine- promise!"

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There was so much blood now.
She couldn't move. Her eyes were blurry with heavy tears, which wouldn't stop. Her chest felt heavy.
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"..h̷̢͉̩̣̻͔̫̥̩̓͒̋̃͗̊͗͂͜e̴̢̧̧̜̫̞̦̱͚̟̘̜̜͇̒̑̌͒̊̊͌̏̇́̉̓́̌̀͋̕͠ͅl̶̛̛̛̺̥͎̳͇͙̣̠̲͎̑̀̈́̇͑̈̃̂̔͒͑̀̿͌̾ͅp̷͕̪̈́͌͛̿͆͐͊̑͊̇̆͂̚̕͠-"

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Niwa Atsushi

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Niwa scowled at Keiki. "Your tutu is poofier than mine. This is unfair." Not to say I very much want to wear a poofy tutu- haha, who ever said that? Not me. Stop talking- er- thinking to yourself, this is getting to be a very long awkward moment and OKAY!

He pushed himself off the floor and gave a test-twirl. He caught himself against the wall. "You look so much more graceful," he complained. "How do you move like that in heels? I can barely walk without tripping in running shoes."

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Keiki Meyumi.

"I'm just amazing, Niwa- that's it. Y'know? Fabulous Keiki, they call me~" They grinned.

Kōun no Megami
"Do you know how to play foosball?"

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Buraddo Jemu

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Majikaruman Dōseiai-shadearimasu

"Absolutely no one has said that to you, ever." Niwa tugged at the tutu. "This is itchy. Are you sure this is safe to wear?"

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[BBCode stolen by foosball]

Keiki looked offended. "How dare you, Niwa?" They sniffed. "You just don't want admit that Keiki is amazing, you're just jealous of my amazing-ness- y'know?"

Niwa cocked an eyebrow. "You didn't deny it."

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Suzume Fujimori's POV

Suzume nodded. "I agree, I like it too." She heard Megami's question about foosball. "No, I- haven't played it before. Dani- I mean, Dad was trying to get me to play it with him sometimes, but I was never interested. He liked sports..."

She got a faraway look in her eyes and then shook it away. “But- we can play that if you like it, of course! Maybe you could show me how to.”

Femi Davis’s POV

(TW: Suicidal thoughts) The way they spoke, it was just so… calm. Were they lying? He couldn’t hear what emotions were indicated in Suko’s voice. “I’m tired. I’m so tired,” he mumbled inaudibly.

Femi cupped his hands to his face and breathed deeply. He just wanted to not understand, for a little while. He just wanted to not understand things like sadness, and pain, the weight of all that was happening. But he had come here like a lamb to the slaughter.

Completely, blissfully unaware of what had awaited him. If only he’d pulled that trigger on himself when he’d had the chance…

Suko. Clearly, there was something about Suko, that he just couldn’t place. He knew very well they were hiding something. But just once, he wanted to stop the paranoia, the anxieties, the overthinking, the fears that swarmed his mind, buzzing, howling, snarling, never stopping…

Just once, he wanted to believe what he saw on the surface. ”I’ll protect you. You’ll get out of this place alive, or my name isn’t Suko Nobu. Wanna go, now?”

Femi took their arm. “Yeah. I’ll- come with you. Thank you… Suko, can- I ask you something? Do you have a family back home to return to?”

There was a certain sympathy to his eyes as he spoke the words. There were so many things he didn’t know about them.

…and yet, he’d only thought of himself and his family. Suko might have a family too. Or maybe they didn’t even have anyone…

I'm tired of not doing Kowai's point-of-view-

Kowai made her way to the party, an unusual frown plastered upon her face. She spotted Niwa. Oh, it's him... and he's with that fussy valley girl bi- "Hi, Niwa! Have you seen Femi and Suko? Koda and I have been wondering where they are, and I'm really tired of the plot not moving forward!"

Kowai wondered where that last part had come from. What was this "plot"?

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Suko Nobu

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Femi's face get twisting in on itself. Was he in internal turmoil? Did my promise do this?

Did that matter? The promise wasn't to Femi, but themself. Femi's feelings on it didn't matter. At least in Suko's opinion... possibly not Femi's, though, or one of an ethics professor.

Gosh, I'm messed up, aren't I? Suko giggled a bit. Sanity was overrated. All that mattered right now, was that Femi would live. He could hate Suko later. And crazy people don't care about that in the slightest. So there. Thoughts answered.

Femi's face cleared. He took their arm. “Yeah. I’ll- come with you. Thank you… Suko, can- I ask you something? Do you have a family back home to return to?”

Suko stilled.

Family?

Did Femi think that mattered?

"Guess so!" they chirped. "Have a few people related to me who're still alive! Not really going to care much, though." They chuckled, too loud. "Let's go dance!" They tugged on his arm, and bodily dragged him across the room.

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Niwa Atsushi

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Oh. It's Kowai. Niwa inhaled sharply, glancing at Keiki. "I don't know. Have you seen them?" Then he quickly turned back to Kowai. "I think they're planning on dancing-? Over there." He angled with his head. A flash of a mint loop emerged in a crowd, then vanished.

On point.

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Femi Davis’s POV

Femi didn’t get a chance to answer before he was dragged into the Party Room by Suko. His mouth upturned rather sleepily into a smile. He found himself holding onto them tightly, as though he were afraid they were going to go…

Don’t go, okay? Please.

In the room, he spotted Megami and Suzume near a foosball table. Hisoka curtly off to the side, as typical of his manner, looking at Majikaruman. All people he felt… relatively neutral towards, except Hisoka, of course. He spotted Niwa, and Keiki, wasn’t sure how he felt about them, but then he saw her.

Kowai Kurai. What was she doing here?! “Oh, hey, Femi! Suko! Koda and I were looking for you!” She waved at the two of them. Femi grimaced; he felt himself beginning to sweat. He held onto Suko a little tighter, and then his face reddened upon realizing he was doing so.

“We wanted to ask you two if you’d come to the party with us!! But I see you’re already here,” Kowai said in a pouting voice, crossing her arms.

‘Yyeah, we- decided we’d- dance together,” Femi half-mumbled nervously. Kowai raised her eyebrows. "Ohhhh. You are?" Femi's eyes widened in realization. Wait, WHY WAS HE TELLING HER THIS!? “Anyway! Um, Suko! You want to check out the refreshments?” he asked hurriedly.

Kowai Kurai’s POV

Kowai smiled menacingly at Femi and clapped a hand on his shoulder. “What’s the rush? Do… you not want to spend time with me and Koda?” She almost sounded a little hurt. JUST A LITTLE!

He’s avoiding me, she thought begrudgingly. Of course he would be. And he is… as well. Not that I should be surprised. She couldn’t help but glance over in Niwa’s direction, and then she looked away.

“U-um, well, I-” Femi looked troubled. He looked to Suko with a look in his eyes that Kowai read as “help.”

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Suko Nobu

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Femi was so cute. He kept looking back and forth, smiling a bit to himself. It made Suko really happy inside to see. Since when has Femi's happiness mattered to you? And then someone started approaching, and Femi stiffened.

It was Kowai. She stopped in front of them. Behind her were Greeneyes and Monsterbrat. Hmm, they were falling behind on nicknames. Time to grant a few more.

"Hey, ProbableSerialKiller!" they chirped. Femi was gripping their arm now.

"Y-Yeah, we- decided we’d- dance together,” Femi half-mumbled nervously.

Kowai raised her eyebrows. "Ohhhh. You are?"

“Anyway! Um, Suko! You want to check out the refreshments?” Femi asked, a note of fear, maybe? He looked sorta desperate.

“What’s the rush? Do… you not want to spend time with me and Koda?”

"Ehhh- Femi doesn't want to." They shrugged. "Guess we won't! See you later!" They guided Femi away and stopped at the refreshments. They took a soda and offered it to Femi. "So hey, you don't like FemDracula much?"

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Niwa Atsushi

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"Escape?" Niwa suggested to Keiki.

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Omniscient (Third-Person, but all my OCs’ thoughts are visible)

Suzume heard the conversation of Femi, Kowai, and Suko. She found herself narrowing her eyes. What was that girl up to now? Femi sounded… afraid. Not that that wasn’t normal. But there was something else going on, and she could sense it.

Kowai looked startled as Suko and Femi walked away to the refreshments. So. They were pretty blunt about it, no surprise there. Femi seemed to be quite afraid of her, interesting. That could be a problem.

Suzume thought she’d go talk to Hisoka when she spotted Kowai walking in that direction. She sighed. Never mind, she’d rather not be near that girl. She was very erratic.

Kowai clapped a hand on Hisoka’s shoulder, approaching him from behind. “Hey, Hisokuuu! I see you’re here with someone?” She grinned at him. “I just wanted to see how you were doing!”

Femi looked down at the floor. “Yeah, not really,” he mumbled. Then he stopped looking at the floor and looked at Suko, wobbling. “I-It’s nothing against her! Really! She just-- makes me uneasy. And I don’t know how to tell her that. Thanks for getting me away from her, though.”

He took the soda and his face went red as his hand brushed Suko’s. “I- really appreciate it. Do you want something to drink?”

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Keiki Meyumi.

"Huh? Ohh- okay!" Keiki grinned. "I look fabulous in this tutu- my gawd. Don't I, Niwato?" They nudged Niwa.

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Niwa Atsushi

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Niwa refused to look. He was sure the "Niwato" had been earned. His cheeks felt very hot. "So- are we leaving? Because we kinda really need to get out of here before Kowai retuuuur-" he trailed off. She was thankfully going off to bother Hisoka. Keiki was safe... for now.

He glanced at Keiki and did a double take.

They were right. The tutu highlighted the pinks in their cheeks- and even seemed to contrast with the green of their eyes, bringing it out more sharply. The chestnut hair matched it perfectly.

Niwa felt like a floppy fish.

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Suko Nobu

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Femi looked so shy, avoiding Suko's eyes. Was he nervous? Scared of Suko? But why?

“Yeah, not really,” he mumbled. Then he stopped looking at the floor and looked at Suko. “I-It’s nothing against her! Really! She just-- makes me uneasy. And I don’t know how to tell her that. Thanks for getting me away from her, though.”

Femi practically snatched the soda out of their hand. They blinked, surprised. His hand felt warm...

“I- really appreciate it. Do you want something to drink?”

Suko pondered for a second, then grinned. "Sure!" They held out their hand, waiting.

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Hisoka Yamanaku

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Hisoka's eyes landed on Suzume. He considered her for a second, and then-

A hand clapped on his shoulder. “Hey, Hisokuuu! I see you’re here with someone?” her voice singsonged in his ear. “I just wanted to see how you were doing!”

"Hello, Kowai." He politely removed her hand from his shoulder. "I see you're enjoying yourself." He turned to face her. As per usual, she was smiling her fool head off.

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