∂єαтн∂яσρ gαмєѕнσω!!

...how the cameras watch you. It's exciting! Your life for the next few weeks is going to be broadcast across the globe for anybody's viewing pleasure... The season premiere of Big Brother: HPA! Watch as 18 students- including their lovely host, enter the Big Brother house, an isolated home where they will compete for their secured future! Who will emerge victor in this reality gameshow? And who will fall prey to the dreaded eviction night? Click here for DG's history!

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Start Together, End Together | Epilogue

Never softly finished the work in her basement base. Blood adorned her like a ballgown, glinting ever so beautifully. It was natural on her, a good look. But she didn’t seem to appreciate it too much. She huffed as she worked... applying the final touches to her very last robot...

Memories taken, then some erased... body burned... switch the robot on. And speak to him. Speak to Kai. She waited for him to reorient himself. She knew it was odd to wake up after death- she had felt it before as well. Her voice came out soft and sweet... but this time, it wasn’t sickening or mocking. Just gentle.

She reached out.

"Listen. I know things seem a little weird right now, and I don't really look the best either, kyahaha, but we should go. Our little project went under... more like when down in flames- sorry about that. Neither of us really did any good- I even erased your memory of it, per your permission. We really, really need to go. Will you come? I'd really appreciate if you did."

Despite being disoriented, Kai managed to register her words eventually.

"...So it got that bad, did it? So......I guess I was right, huh?", he could only murmur. 

Hearing a mechanical whir from within you was... unpleasant.

"...Well, I have nothing else to be 'alive' for, so I see why not. .........But where? Where can we go?"

Never looked down. She didn’t really want to speak of where they were going, but she knew she had to. Courtesy, and all.

"Where? Heh, it's not gonna be pleasant for the survivors of this ordeal. We're going to my Laboratory, with my Father. He's got plans... and I'd like to unravel them. Redeem myself a bit for the next wave of kids. Maybe do some good. I don't like being a puppet anymore."

Never shrugs, yawning. Bleeding. Ew, gross. She tried a little to wipe away the blood- both her own and his, but to no avail.

"You'll be fine though. You can even join in my little redeeming party if you want. You just can't really go public unless you want the police on your ass."

The so-called mastermind let out a laugh. 

"...There's nothing about me to redeem, especially if I was willing to have my memory erased-- but I did make a deal with you, didn't I? I pledged loyalty to you and you alone. So... utilize that how you will." 

His expression then fell, and he sighed.

"...You're all I have anymore."

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Finally, you can rest... | Endgame

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Thanks for Playing! | OOC Note

Thank you all so so much for participating in this game! All us mods thank you so so much for playing, and we hope you enjoyed your time here as well as the story and odd new mechanics that the game introduced to the DR RP community.

Mod Rainy/Arin: Thank you so so much for putting up with me oh my gosh.

It was a tough game, and I know the plot was confusing as it was all investigation based, but I hope the last trial (dear lord it was dramatic) entertained you and straightened everything up for you! As you may have figured out, this game was not only a game, it was a story I wanted to tell. Something that isn’t just a game, but something to be invested in and read. It’s obvious that it wasn’t just a gameshow, and it wasn’t ever meant to be fully based on Big Brother! I hope it was fun for you as it was for me, and I hope the suffering was the good kind. I fully intend on making a second game, and I have some really interesting ideas for it, so I hope you will join in for DDGS2: The Causatum Effect!

As for my other mods themselves... thank you so much for dealing with the way I mod. As some of the players know, I didn’t let my mods know any of the plot. Meaning I took a lot on my shoulders, I rarely let either of them write any posts for me. Without me, they could rarely advance! They only helped with murders/investigations and items, and occasionally Mai wrote posts for me. So the fact they had to deal with that is a feat in of itself, and I thank them so much for helping me where I needed it!

Also, here is the deadblog. Not much is on it, but there are pages you could read if you want! I’ll link the blog itself and the page with information that could be interesting to you. The password is ‘r3allystrongpassword’. I know. Super strong.

http://behindthedoorofdeath.tumblr.com/

http://behindthedoorofdeath.tumblr.com/greenroom

Mod Spy: Hey, everyone, this is Spy! 

First off, I wanted to thank everyone for being amazing, awesome roleplayers. You all pretty much stuck with us through thick and thin, including times of high stress in-game and high-stress out of game. I enjoyed interacting and plotting with each and every one of you, and I will cry about character relationships for ages, just trust me on that. Once again, thank you from the bottom of my heart for helping us make this an amazing game.

Secondly, shout outs to Mai and Arin for dealing with my inability to do things for a good month and a half due to work kicking my butt, you two are amazing and I adore you both. Let's go, Mod-Team-We're-Going-To-Break-All-Of-Your-Hearts. Wait, that's not our mod team name? ... oh well.

Mod Mystery/Mai

Hello hello! I am Mod Mystery, otherwise known as Mod Mai. Firstly, thank you to everyone, players, readers, all of you who made the game so spectacular. For sticking with us though the game, though all of the ups and downs that went in to it. The game couldn’t have gone nearly as well without your participation. Everyone’s ocs were very well-played, and I enjoyed seeing them go through the game, and getting to interact with them too! It broke my heart, but then again, isn’t that what DR is about? But thank you so much, again.

And secondly, thank you to both of my co-mods. Arin, thank you immensely for letting me join aboard, and for making the game as interesting as it was. I enjoyed seeing the plot unfold and waiting for what the next few surprises were, and for making interesting characters and murders. Secondly, thank you to Spy, for also helping me, especially with posting the posts and for keeping things in order. Wakana was really interesting to see in action, and drawing her art was very enjoyable, if not upsetting. Thank you both immensely, and I’m glad to have modded with both of you. Mod Squad Out!

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Close your eyes, sister... | Juliabot, the 3 Girls | Endgame

Juliabot seems to listen to the mysterious man with no questions. She begins to usher you into the Laboratory. It’s strange. This place is unfamiliar, and a bit scary. There are many people rushing around in it. Doctors, and young children chasing after said doctors with smiles, or laughing. Others seem to be crying- it really depends on what hall you’re being pushed into by Juliabot.

If you are of the Special Arts wing, you see beautiful children singing and dancing in the halls, and the halls themselves are adorned by the children’s pictures and paintings. You’re joined by AI-3V3, or as Yumiko named her, Hana. She seems nervous, but pays a kind smile, leading you along into the soulful depths of the wing.

“It’s not bad here... we’re sheltered, we don’t experience bad things like the other two wings do. S-Since you’re forgetting the game, I’m sure your life will be good here... no harm is done to this wing, so our artistic ability is honed...”

How comforting.

If you are pushed into the Brutality hallway, a huge metal door is slammed behind you, and within it the scent of blood is intense. Children who appear to be training, or standing in a military-like line, listening to orders and saying ‘yes ma’am/sir’. The sound of screaming is loud, and in the distance, you swear you can hear gunshots. A chorus of chaos. You would quickly find out how easily death is found here, if you were ushered into this hallway. Sasha joins your side, if you were put into this wing. She stares up at you. Her glare harbors the slightest amount of pity. 

“The pain will go away after a while. They alter your body so you don’t feel it anymore. And with how many times our minds are constantly erased to make sure we obey, you’ll be mindless soon anyways. It’s a sad existence, but at least you don’t hurt for very long.”

How scary.

And finally, the Intelligence wing. If you were pushed into this hall by Juliabot, you’d see that everything is systematic here. It’s pretty... barren, actually. A door also slams behind you if you are put into this wing, and the sound reverberates throughout the quiet. The most one notices right away is how silent it is here. You only hear the softest of murmurs, coming from different rooms. Robotic whirs and sounds echoing in the silence as Tomoko stands at your side here.

“I can’t say you’ll enjoy your time in this wing. We have it the worst. But little success is found here. You’ll die quickly, which is a kinder fate than living here.”

How depressing. Yet simple.

Those sent into the mysterious fourth wing... find nothing. They are never seen again... or are they?

Juliabot lets out a sigh as she finishes pushing each student into their new respective homes.

“Uwaah! What a good, good day! But gah, I’m so tired now... I think it’s time to rest...”

On the stop, though nobody is there to witness, she sits down, and shuts herself off. Symbolic, in a way. It was all over..

It’s all over...

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It’s time to rest, you see... | Father | Endgame

The silhouette of a man held the door open, leaning on it, with a checklist in hand. He cleared his throat, then began to speak out in a voice that was distinguishable like ice. It was cold, and sharp. It cut deep into you.

“Ayano Akiyama- Hitman. Nayeli Kikuchi- Reggae Dancer. Shizuko Hayashi- Somnologist. Lucas Dell- Reserve Course. Yumiko Hayashi- Florist... only 5 true survivors. Mmmnng... I’ll throw Aden Knutson in with Aimi’s robots. She’ll deal with him, hmm...”

He walked towards you all, surveying the survivors. He would scoff at any robots who dared look at him- as if they were shoddily made. He muttered things under his breath when around the living.

“The hitman will go to Brutality, ehh... the dancer to Special Arts. I’m glad we have somebody to go to Intelligence- the somnologist shall make a name there. Reserve course...? Well it must have been fun infiltrating the school. He can test the new fourth wing for subterfuge, and as for the florist... eh, throw her into Special Arts as well, she seemed to get along with AI-3V3...”

It was strange, how he barely acknowledged you all as people. He acknowledged you as... subjects. Not really alive. Just soon-to-be experiments at his disposal. 

He finally speaks to you.

“Listen up, subjects. You shall all be serving as the second test for creating a pure and progidal race. We can create prodigies- this I know. They have been successfully made and now stand before you as these three girls- Tomoko, Sasha, and AI-3V3. They were the first test. But we have never attempted to turn current, already living prodigies to our cause. So you’ll be the first attempt. Be glad- you’re helping the future turn into something bright.”

With that, he turns on his heels.

“What’s your name, robot? Juliabot? Escort them out. I need to prepare the memory erasal. Girls, kill the students if they do not cooperate.”

And he’s gone.

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So this is the end... | Juliabot... and Father| Endgame

You breath a sigh of relief, or perhaps you shed tears. Maybe you are angry, the only one who knows is you. So he is dead. The mastermind Kai is dead. You all take a few moments to react... but soon, you can hear the sound of crashing, and the house jolting in what seems like a mini earthquake. This goes on for a good minute, before stopping. You hear doors open, and Juliabot vibrates with excitement. 

“Ooooh, come on come on come on! We have to go! The doors are open the doors are open. We can finally get out of the house. Ooooh, I wonder what will happen outside?”

What a sick joke. You know what will happen. You can hear the ocean outside.. and once you’re all ushered by force to return upstairs, the scent of saltwater assaults your noses, yet when you approach the doors, no water is seen. You only see the figure of a man, standing at the door.

Never doesn’t seem to have followed any of you upstairs to witness the oddity of a new person. Yet, the frequency of new faces has left you less surprised, and more acceptant of what’s to come. This man was nothing more than a silhouette, and gave a more chilling aura than Never could have ever given. Apathy was the main feeling here.

The only thing this man gave off was the feeling of complete, utter, apathy. Just being near him gave you the shivers. With him, were the three girls from upstairs, in the tubes. Finally let out, you see. They seemed to cower at his presence.

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*It is finished/Travis Dell/To: Everything, and Ayano.

That was it, then.

Was this the "happiest" ending he could get? A memory wipe? It made him question a lot of stuff that happened so far. In the end, it made him wonder...

Would it all matter?

He was filled with some ...some kind of...deter-no, rage? A type of rage just burning up inside of his soul...but yet, he quickly let it passed as he thought about it again. It wouldn't matter. At least, soon it wouldn't. Whatever is in store for him...somehow, somewhere....whether it be in this time or not...it was going to be stopped. He knew it. Something will free him. There was still that hope left in him that made him believe that. Whether it be his cousin or the real-

Suddenly remembering something very important, Travis looked over at Ayano. He was going to forget who she is? The whole relationship they had...it would all be over. He took a deep breath...and ran up to her to give her one last giant hug.

"No! I can't say good bye again! I can't, I won't!"

He couldn't stay calm-he didn't want this to happen. Of course, denial was imminent...there was nothing else he could do.

"Ayano, I can't...I would...I would still follow you...to the end of...everything...thats just who I am..please...thats who i really am..."

There goes Travis again with his weird speeches. 

"I can't...I really love you, Ayano...I do...we can't be so...unhuman...we can't become that..."

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'cause every little thing, is gonna be alright | nayeli | re: literall y EVERYThing

Everything flew over her head. She heard it, she processed it, and she knew what was going on, but at this point nothing was more important than the girl in her arms. She had managed to come up with a way to hold Higanbana, hold her close and chew her lip violently, but something about Nayeli’s hold held a strong sense of protectiveness. She lowered her gaze to the shorter girl, and knowing that soon she would just.. forget her.. well, it was horrifying.

And.. the living children sounded like they would be separated from the robots.

So no matter what, Nayeli couldn’t.. she couldn’t stay with her friends. Even if she would forget them.

But none of that showed on her face. Her gaze seemed bleak as she stared at Kai, watched him beg for them to hate him, faintly recalling similar things he had said to her, how she denied them, how she said she wanted to help him, and how she foolishly abandoned him again.

Looking.. at Yumiko, though.

maybe it was a good thing.. but she’d never say such a thing aloud.

Kai was her first friend, and despite what he did.. well, Nayeli had never had friends before. The Kai she became friends with.. he was the Kai she remembered.

Higanbana’s grip tightened around her, and Nayeli’s arms tensed as she followed suit, adjusting her position so that her arms weren’t in the way, one hand lightly curled around the shorter girls waist, and the other slipped under Higanbana’s arm and wrapped around to rest at the exact opposite side. The dancer shifted a little to make sure Higanbana had room to hug the tiny Wakana, but kept her hold on the robotic decorator, because despite her metallic state.. she was still Higanbana and she was saying that she loved everyone.. and everyone.. included her.

“..Love you too.”

It was quiet, only Higanbana could hear it.

she wanted to hug eri too, but she seemed a little busy with handholding, so she settled with clinging to higanbana. as long as everyone had someone, then it was okay.

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Bittersweets | Higanbana | RE: Ayano, ATTN All

It was over.

Kai was gone, but he'd be...he's be rejoining them shortly. Not that any of them would actually...

...yeah.

Higanbana heard people start to talk, either privately to each other or to the group at large, and it made her chest hurt even worse. She hugged Nayeli tighter, pulled Wakana in to join the hug.

"Ayano-chan...?" she called out.

"It's...it's okay. Y-You did your best, i-it's not y-your fault...I-I'm s-sorry, too, e-everyone. I m-messed this up...M-Maybe something good will happen to us later...'m sorry, I love you guys."

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don't put my name in the end roll | eri | re: blas

She watches the execution without pity.

He wanted others to hate him? Done. Eri despised him. There were no words to describe how disgusted just thinking of Kai made her feel. He achieved his goal.

The others speak, and go in circles, addressing each other and she wants to look at them, to reply, but she's frozen. Ayano is saying something to them, about them avoiding her, since she doesn't know, and Eri doesn't know. Yumiko doesn't say anything. Huang Yi is as silent as always -- her eyes freeze on him for a second, before--

She hears Blas.

"B-Blas... I-I... I..."

Carefully, Eri kneels down next to him, laying her hand over his. She hates seeing him upset like this, but she can't exactly tell him not to cry when she can feel the tears welling up in her throat as well. Swallowing roughly, she lets out a shaky breath, and smiles.

"I won't forget, e-either. Even if we're stuck here, w-we can still b-be better people. W-we'll just need... a-a while to r-remember some things. Since w-we're all still going to be t-together, s-so, it'll o-only be a matter of time."

She keeps pausing to blink away the tears in her eyes. There are so many things she wants to say now that she knows this is her last chance. Machiko is dead, she isn't  she is. You guys don't get to leave, we'll a find a way, we'll forget. Things calmed down only to get worse than they were before.

But she doesn't regret it.

"... I love you. I-I won't forget that, e-either. And i-if I do, th-then, I'll fall in love with you all over again. I-I'll have e-every conversation o-one more time, t-ten more times, i-if I h-have to."

"Thank you for being with me."

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Thanks For The Memories | Ch5 | Ayano | Execution Reaction

So that was it. They found the Mastermind. Ayano felt less than satisfied as they has all pieced together the story, finding out that this whole thing was not just a “good versus evil” scenario. If anything, she felt pity and sadness for Aimi and Kai.

“…Why didn’t you ask? You…always were good enough…”

Ayano muttered to herself quietly. So now what? They were going to turn into robots and have their memories erased? Was she just going to forget that Tomoe was dead? Was she going to forget all of the bonds she made with these people? She was going to go back into being a mindless weapon again.

“…Hey…can I…ask you all a favour? If…we really do forget everything…and we will turn into robots…please…”

“Please…stay away from me. I…I fear what they’ll do to me because of my talent, and the last thing I want is to hurt any of you…please understand…”

Ayano’s throat felt tight as she tried forcing herself to smile for once, at least for them.

“…No matter what they do or say, no matter what you’ve done or think of yourself now…despite everything…it’s still you. Never lose your sense of identity, okay? It’s been an honor to meet all of you…I’m sorry I couldn’t get all of you out of here…I’m so sorry…”

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time of your life | blas | execution reaction

"..."

Before he quite knows what to say, it's all over. He's shaking. He can't stop. 

Kai is dead. It was over so fast, what they've been waiting for. And Never said... 

Bria is really dead. Really, truly, and not just some bullshit that Allen might have lied about. 

...Who cares about the rest? He's done. Done with it all.

"You wanted people to hate you? 'Cause you felt oh so sorry for yourself and you like that masochistic shit? Good. I hated you. Fuck you. Rot in hell." 

Those are the only words he has for Kai. It's his usual shtick. Get angry instead of feeling anything else. Bria's dead, she's dead, and they're never getting out-

He drops to his knees. 

So they were going to forget? They were trapped, and they were going to forget? And none of it even mattered? All the things they said they'd do when they got out of there? All the resolutions they made?

He wasn't going to be angry. He wasn't going to hurt anyone. He wasn't going to be so scared, so defensive. He was going to let himself live. He was going to let himself be in love with someone. It was going to be different.

He can't look anywhere but at Eri. This is a nightmare that just keeps going and going. 

"R-remember how we said," he tells her in a low voice, "th-that now we had a second chance to be alive, we were going to do better? Be better people?" 

"E-even if we forget each other, I won't forget that. Even if it's just buried somewhere deep inside me. I won't. I promise." 

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Goodbye || Yumiko || Trial 5.6 || Execution Reaction

And just like that it was over. Kai was gone. Nevers words meant nothing, so what they would forget everything? So what if this was literally a pointless endeavor they all suffered through. Their minds would be wiped clean and they would begin again. Everything was meaningless in the end.

Watching Kais execution, she would forget him? Wouldn’t she. He would forget her, not like it was much to remember. She only was a nuisance in his side wasn’t she? None of this mattered. Him being executed, if by Nevers logic. Meant nothing if she was going to just forget it all…right? Yeah.

But it hurt. It really did. Watching someone you loved so much be executed was unbearable. She didn’t watch it, she couldn’t . His final words would stick with her, that last hug would stick with her as long as she could remember it.  Who knows how long that would be though…

She had stray tears falling from her eyes, but said nothing nor attempted to wipe them away…she knew she would never have the last person who had even possibly loved her again. He was gone, everything was gone and she would forget it soon enough. So she was going to mourn the memories while it lasted, of what she could at least.

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Solitary Hide-and-Seek Envy | Kai | Execution

[TW: choking, hanging] 

Kai, unknowing even himself what he'd be going through, opened his eyes cautiously. He found himself in a... very familiar classroom. White walls, depressingly grey floors with worn, plain desks. The only thing out of place was the pile of equally plain chairs, shoved up in a corner along with all desks but one; his. 

The one Kai would forever recognize as his own-- from the scratches’ formation, the wear and the stains from various vases. Yes, vases similar to the one sitting on top of it right now. A lone white one, with a single Bellwort tossed in without any water - already wilting too, from the looks of things. 

The droopy flower of choice only worked to depress him further. ...How many of these vases had he gotten in his life? At least six - seven with this included.

It took him a while to realize that a machine had been slowly tightening the scarf around his neck. So of all ways to die... he only left out an amused huff, hair disheveled as his body began to shake ever-so-slightly. It was really gonna happen. All of his bad decisions and deeds hit him full force, and he finally understood. He finally understood why he felt so guilty. Why he'd done it all. Why he cared, even if he kept thinking he didn't. Why he felt so shitty monologuing, even if he told him he was correct. 

...He was just a dirty liar. 

 "...Hey... everyone......? I... have to apologize", he mumbled quietly. Yet he was clearly audible in the silence, and he only sighed as a soft, sad smile covered his features, tears beginning to pour down his cheeks. 

 "......I lied about a lot of things. I said a lot of nasty stuff right now. Most things even I recognize to be full of shit. I don’t beg for forgiveness-- that’s a privilege I lost long ago. But... I just... I wish I knew. I wish someone would have just answered me..." 

 "...Why couldn't I be good...? Why... was I never enough...?" 

Even when he himself had not killed one soul with his own hands, he felt so horrible. He felt so, so guilty. Even when he tried to convince himself that he was just a victim too... He had caused all of this. His desires had led to Never using him like this. He felt so many things, and despite being afraid, he just wanted it to be over. He wanted to escape it. He wanted to die and never be looked at again. Ah...

"...Well, nevermind that. Nobody cares."

He wanted to stop feeling so guilty.

Ｗｈａｔ ａ ｃｏｗａｒｄ．

".........Goodbye." 

He lowered his face in resignation-- and so, the machine yanked him up from his scarf, making him gurgle at the pressure to his throat. He instinctively pulled at the scarf, trying to free himself-- but little by little, his movements got lazier and slower, and soon he slumped. With nothing but the eerie creaking of the machine that held him up, the last sign of life left his body. There was no blood, no spectacular show put up for it... And quite amusingly, his death was among the most merciful events fate had thrown at him. 

Kai Midori, SHSL Internet Musician and the Mastermind

 ｈａｓ ｂｅｅｎ ｅｘｅｃｕｔｅｄ．

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Broken are plans we made | Kai | MM TRIAL | Re; Never/Aimi

He could only look at her back, her sorrowful gaze apparent despite her appearance. In fact, maybe it was her appearance that made her so... heartbreaking to watch.

"...Don't look at me like that, please. We'll be seeing again, too." His expression fell. "...Well, I won't. But a different Kai will. Maybe you could let me in on this whole Alice Project this time around. ...Maybe you could let me trust you."

He sighed. Who was he supposed to be mad at anymore? Never was yet another victim. Her father? ...Ah well. Not like it mattered anymore.

"......Heh. Let's just get it done and over with."

Soon, a machine lowered to him, and he merely let it grab his middle. How weird.

"...Last words... huh?", he chuckled. ".........Nah."

And then the machine yanked him away.

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Neverland | Aimi | Re: Eri, Attn: Everybody, Vote’s Tallied.

She looks at Eri with a confused look. The way a puppy looks at you when it doesn’t understand you saying ‘sit! roll over!’. She tilts her head the same way a puppy would as well, making a hmm’ing sound of thought. Why did she want to make the students forget? What was the point of the game, then?

“Well, I guess there wasn’t a point to begin with since I ruined it. As for why I’m making you forget... well I just figured, it would be better for the robots to forget the pain I caused. I know I’m terrible I acknowledge that, and I know I wont change much. Mercy wont redeem me, but it’s a start. You’ll all be stuck with one another. It’s not like you can’t reform your relationships. As for the living students... it’s better for them to be mindless. The tortures of the Laboratory.. are awful. That, and we have no choice in the matter. I’m erasing your memory where or not either of us like it-father’s orders. Now... Juliabot, tally the votes for me...”

The robot spun around, giggling all the way over to Never, who messed with a panel on her back for a few seconds. She got the votes quickly, and didn’t seem surprised about the outcome. He did admit it, after all.

“As expected, you all voted correctly. Kai Midori is your Mastermind. As well, you figured out enough about myself to know what your future is. I applaud you. But, as rules say... those you vote for must be executed. So...”

Never looks at Kai. Her gaze- it was a bit sorrowful. No, not quite that... ah yes. It was apologetic.

“Shall we get it over with?”

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love wing bell | eri | trial 6.5 | re: aimi

“No. I refuse. You’ve always l-lived up to your deals that we all stupidly made with you, s-so, so – s-so make another one with me! I broke u-up your relationships, so, wh-what do I have to do to make you let the others l-leave? U-Usui-san, a-and Nayeli-chan, a-and Yumiko-chan, Blas, Huang Yi – c-can’t you just keep us murderers here? A-aren’t we good enough? We’re more fun, aren’t we? W-we’re more interesting, r-right? N-no one l-looked at any of us a-and thought we would b-be murderers, s-so – i-isn’t that better to have around?”

Because with all the things that had happened, it was scary to think that she would forget. It would be nice, wouldn’t it, to not know that her sister was dead? To forget the sensation of burning to death in that house, to forget the argument with Yumiko and that look Huang Yi gave her when she broke her promise, but it would also mean forgetting everything else.

Sitting with Nayeli in the cold; forcing down spicy food Huang Yi made for her; sitting in the bath with Yumiko; being able to tell Blas that she loves him; that stressful journey with hundreds of keys with Ayano…

She doesn’t want to forget that.

“Th-the others have suffered enough…! You can’t k-keep them here like this! What do I…”

… She’s not listening. Eri knows better than to imagine she is. Setting her jaw, her eyes flickered back to her classmates. Even those that she despised, she didn’t want to forget. Even Kai’s blatant lying to their faces.

“… What was the point of this entire game, i-if you’re just going to make us forget? What does erasing our memories accomplish? What’s the point?”