hi to the two people who still keep up with thiz all 😁 so thiz blog iz like six yearz old now, which iz like actually insane !!! i rlly appreciate everything that thiz blog haz ended up doing for me, which iz just me meeting all of my current internet friendz
im not sure if im gonna really ever continue with thiz blog, mostly because the ask blog scene haz completely died down - but, if the chance that it doez ever return to the hype it used to have in 2019-2020, id love to get thiz blog rolling again :) ive made kokichi into my own oc, and itd be fun to do ask blog stuff
anywayz, i hope u guyz have had a good 2025 so far, even with so much going on 💛 love yall :)
A black screen awaited any viewer who dared to tune in. Judgement here was long gone, it being passed onto the unrighteous. A sizzling, static noise struck the shadow-filled display, absent of any empathetic touch.
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"OW!"
A shriek of pain interrupted the solitude.
To follow the yelp, a long, quiet rustle was audible on the other end. Though whatever waited on the other end wasn't visible, the panicked, hurried sounds spoke for them all the same. Rustling and rummaging hissed through the blackened screen. The mental picture could easily be put into your mind.
...After a minute or two of agonizing and awkward waiting, the camera finally took focus, colors flooding the screen. What stood in plain view was a short gentleman with tanned, bronzed skin and short, black curly hair. They smiled sheepishly, smoothing back their hair and brushing off their suit.
"...It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance." They nodded politely, putting a gloved hand on their heart. "We don't know each other yet, but... I hope we will come to. I'm Mila Law Young, a detective at the Royal Court Agency."
"For a back of a better word, I have gotten wind that thing's have been... risque, around these parts, wouldn't you say? An assortment of crime running in these dark, shaded backstreets, hiding under our noses... And I simply cannot live with the idea that innocent civilians are getting mixed in the middle of it."
"So... that's why I'm here!" Mila beamed, grinning from ear to ear. "To protect and serve! To get to the bottom of these terrible sins that are haunting our youth! Whatever you need, please don't hesitate to contact me. Please remember that I'm a resource, an ear to listen, and, hopefully, a friend."
The sleuth bowed, looking up with a wink. "...I'm at your service."
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HI 😊 i promise guyz that i'll be doing more on thiz blog, but i wanted to tell you guyz that i made a new ask blog!! itz for one of my ocz, and yall should check it out :3
Kokichi it's your conscience you have to reach into your pocket, pull out your phone, and call any contact listed for help. You will die from bloodloss otherwise. The choice is yours
"T- That's a twink-ass name ...," He lets out a wheezy laugh, which makes him aggressively cough again - but, he follows your word and reaches for his phone. There's one person listed as an emergency contact, and he hits call. "H ., Hello...??"
Fay hadn’t been busy for a majority of her day, pacing around her astrology shop and redecorating for the upcoming season switch— when her phone began to wring. She knew who it was from the silly clown-themed music that blared. “Kichi!” She answered with a big grin. “Hey~ It’s been a while, did ya miss me?” She flirted.
Before he could get any word out, he violently coughed again. "Oughfu fuck, I'm getting blood, like, everywhere..," He coughs again. "Sorry. I hit my head, and I thingk I passed oute . I'm bleeding, and voices are telling me to call someone - you were- ougfuck," He coughed again. "You were listed as an emergency contact ..., and the voices are calling me this .. This twink-ass name.." He laughs again at the same joke he made. "i have no idea where i am right nowe .g"
“WHAT—!?” Fay squeaks suddenly at the information, going silent and listening to him cough and LAUGH about it. Her anxiety spiked, rushing out from behind the counter and grabbing her guide dog’s leash. “I-I’ll be right there, okay? I’ll call an ambulance or— Putri! I’ll get her! She’s a nurse, I think!” The astrologist began texting while still keeping him on the line. “Don’t hang up, okay? Uhhh…” She bit her lip. “Can you tell me what you remember?”
"N- No idea who that is, but okay..." He wheezes again as he tries to get himself sitting upright. "Okay, uh - I hardly remember anything. Uhm... D- Don't even remember my name. Is- Is it supposed to be 'Kokichi'? 'Cuz, those voices keep calling me that. That's a dumb name... I sound like some - some kinda character from some anime game..."
“Well, hey-!” Fay whines almost indignantly over the phone, pouting while being lead down the street by Mortie, her trusty Samoyed. “It’s not a dumb name, be nice to yourself. It was your name!” The redhead reached her distention quickly, hurriedly knocking on the doorway to get his attention. “It’s me, you can open the door— if you can. Can you?” She asked with concern, not hanging up the phone quite yet.
There's silence. Quiet for way too long - until he starts snickering again. "Still - Y'know, still a twink ass name..." Upon hearing the rapid knocking, he lets out a groan and gets up, groggily heading towards the door despite his head wound, and the blood in his eyes. When he opens the door and looks at Fay, his eyes go wide. "ZOO WEE MAMA!"
Fay jumped back at the sudden shout, jolting and looking left and right frantically. “H-Huh? Mama!? Your mom is here!? Why didn’t you tell me? What happened—? Is there something on my face? What???” While Fay babbled Mortie steps closer and starts licking the blood off his face.
"No- No! Sorry." He tried to awkwardly clear his throat, but just starting coughing again. "O- Oh, shit- hi??" He wheezed as Mortie began licking his face, trying to gently push her away. "Sorry, miss. I'm bleeding alot right now. You're really hot." Smooth, man. Smooth.
Kokichi it's your conscience you have to reach into your pocket, pull out your phone, and call any contact listed for help. You will die from bloodloss otherwise. The choice is yours
"T- That's a twink-ass name ...," He lets out a wheezy laugh, which makes him aggressively cough again - but, he follows your word and reaches for his phone. There's one person listed as an emergency contact, and he hits call. "H ., Hello...??"
Fay hadn’t been busy for a majority of her day, pacing around her astrology shop and redecorating for the upcoming season switch— when her phone began to wring. She knew who it was from the silly clown-themed music that blared. “Kichi!” She answered with a big grin. “Hey~ It’s been a while, did ya miss me?” She flirted.
Before he could get any word out, he violently coughed again. "Oughfu fuck, I'm getting blood, like, everywhere..," He coughs again. "Sorry. I hit my head, and I thingk I passed oute . I'm bleeding, and voices are telling me to call someone - you were- ougfuck," He coughed again. "You were listed as an emergency contact ..., and the voices are calling me this .. This twink-ass name.." He laughs again at the same joke he made. "i have no idea where i am right nowe .g"
“WHAT—!?” Fay squeaks suddenly at the information, going silent and listening to him cough and LAUGH about it. Her anxiety spiked, rushing out from behind the counter and grabbing her guide dog’s leash. “I-I’ll be right there, okay? I’ll call an ambulance or— Putri! I’ll get her! She’s a nurse, I think!” The astrologist began texting while still keeping him on the line. “Don’t hang up, okay? Uhhh…” She bit her lip. “Can you tell me what you remember?”
"N- No idea who that is, but okay..." He wheezes again as he tries to get himself sitting upright. "Okay, uh - I hardly remember anything. Uhm... D- Don't even remember my name. Is- Is it supposed to be 'Kokichi'? 'Cuz, those voices keep calling me that. That's a dumb name... I sound like some - some kinda character from some anime game..."
“Well, hey-!” Fay whines almost indignantly over the phone, pouting while being lead down the street by Mortie, her trusty Samoyed. “It’s not a dumb name, be nice to yourself. It was your name!” The redhead reached her distention quickly, hurriedly knocking on the doorway to get his attention. “It’s me, you can open the door— if you can. Can you?” She asked with concern, not hanging up the phone quite yet.
There's silence. Quiet for way too long - until he starts snickering again. "Still - Y'know, still a twink ass name..." Upon hearing the rapid knocking, he lets out a groan and gets up, groggily heading towards the door despite his head wound, and the blood in his eyes. When he opens the door and looks at Fay, his eyes go wide. "ZOO WEE MAMA!"
Kokichi it's your conscience you have to reach into your pocket, pull out your phone, and call any contact listed for help. You will die from bloodloss otherwise. The choice is yours
"T- That's a twink-ass name ...," He lets out a wheezy laugh, which makes him aggressively cough again - but, he follows your word and reaches for his phone. There's one person listed as an emergency contact, and he hits call. "H ., Hello...??"
Fay hadn’t been busy for a majority of her day, pacing around her astrology shop and redecorating for the upcoming season switch— when her phone began to wring. She knew who it was from the silly clown-themed music that blared. “Kichi!” She answered with a big grin. “Hey~ It’s been a while, did ya miss me?” She flirted.
Before he could get any word out, he violently coughed again. "Oughfu fuck, I'm getting blood, like, everywhere..," He coughs again. "Sorry. I hit my head, and I thingk I passed oute . I'm bleeding, and voices are telling me to call someone - you were- ougfuck," He coughed again. "You were listed as an emergency contact ..., and the voices are calling me this .. This twink-ass name.." He laughs again at the same joke he made. "i have no idea where i am right nowe .g"
“WHAT—!?” Fay squeaks suddenly at the information, going silent and listening to him cough and LAUGH about it. Her anxiety spiked, rushing out from behind the counter and grabbing her guide dog’s leash. “I-I’ll be right there, okay? I’ll call an ambulance or— Putri! I’ll get her! She’s a nurse, I think!” The astrologist began texting while still keeping him on the line. “Don’t hang up, okay? Uhhh…” She bit her lip. “Can you tell me what you remember?”
"N- No idea who that is, but okay..." He wheezes again as he tries to get himself sitting upright. "Okay, uh - I hardly remember anything. Uhm... D- Don't even remember my name. Is- Is it supposed to be 'Kokichi'? 'Cuz, those voices keep calling me that. That's a dumb name... I sound like some - some kinda character from some anime game..."
Kokichi it's your conscience you have to reach into your pocket, pull out your phone, and call any contact listed for help. You will die from bloodloss otherwise. The choice is yours
"T- That's a twink-ass name ...," He lets out a wheezy laugh, which makes him aggressively cough again - but, he follows your word and reaches for his phone. There's one person listed as an emergency contact, and he hits call. "H ., Hello...??"
Fay hadn’t been busy for a majority of her day, pacing around her astrology shop and redecorating for the upcoming season switch— when her phone began to wring. She knew who it was from the silly clown-themed music that blared. “Kichi!” She answered with a big grin. “Hey~ It’s been a while, did ya miss me?” She flirted.
Before he could get any word out, he violently coughed again. "Oughfu fuck, I'm getting blood, like, everywhere..," He coughs again. "Sorry. I hit my head, and I thingk I passed oute . I'm bleeding, and voices are telling me to call someone - you were- ougfuck," He coughed again. "You were listed as an emergency contact ..., and the voices are calling me this .. This twink-ass name.." He laughs again at the same joke he made. "i have no idea where i am right nowe .g"
Kokichi it's your conscience you have to reach into your pocket, pull out your phone, and call any contact listed for help. You will die from bloodloss otherwise. The choice is yours
"T- That's a twink-ass name ...," He lets out a wheezy laugh, which makes him aggressively cough again - but, he follows your word and reaches for his phone. There's one person listed as an emergency contact, and he hits call. "H ., Hello...??"
"Where do I even -" He's interrupted by an aggressive, loud and painful coughing fit, in which he coughs up some blood. "I don't even have a phone....."
