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Indie talentswap Nagito Komaeda blogSideblog of Ultimatehopewannabe Major Trigger Warnings for: Heavy Gore, Blood, Sexual Themes, Explicit Behavior, Swears, and More. He's a serial killer, what do you expect.

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Ask a Killer

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| Heroes or Villains, Killing May Be Relative |

♔ :First kill

♕ :Last kill

♖ :A kill you regret

♗ :A kill you have been known to boast about

♘ :How you prefer to kill someone

♙ :Most malicious act tied to your name

♚ :A time when you showed mercy

♛ :A time when mercy was requested but not provided

♜ :Post-kill actions, thoughts, or emotions

♝ :Ever killed for sport?

♞ :Define a good kill

♟ :A close call to being killed yourself

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lnfatuationn:

“A-Are y-you flattered? Y-You just looked… Sk-Sketchy. S-Sitting in a bar alone, looking a-around. I w-wanted to figure out your intent.”

She giggled for a little while, almost menacingly. But she maintained her innocent composure, not letting her true self slip through the cracks. She still wasn’t sure of what he wanted from her, but she was definitely prepared. She slyly slipped her hand behind her back, having a small scalpel in her hand so that Komaeda wouldn’t see.

“A-Anyways, I-I’m g-going to your house, r-right? Y-You lead the way!”

If he is planning malicious things, he’s really bad at it. Why not take her somewhere else, like a forest? So that might confirm he’s safe for her to strike once they reach the destination.

❝ I wouldn’t call it ‘flattered’... just a bit surprised. ❞

He shrugged, giving the girl a sly smile and moving his gaze across the bar to the door. His eyes were bright, even in the awful light and his smile was almost scary. He kept up a disgusting composure though and he was damn good at it. He kept walking beside her, not saying a single thing and just, smirking.

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lnfatuationn

“W-We’ll just end it at ‘takes one to know one’, okay?”

She was blushing a little bit much over this, but that was to be expected of her. She smiled, sliding off her barstool seat and offering her hand out to Komaeda to help him off his seat, though he was fully capable of climbing off himself.

“S-Something s-seems interesting a-about y-you… So I’m f-fine with going home with you if that’s your goal.”

❝ Interesting.. ❞

He muttered before taking her hand and stepping off of the stool he was sitting on after sliding some cash to the bartender. He hesitated to remove his hand from hers for a moment, but did it anyways, putting in back in his pocket.

❝ You say I’m

interesting to you?

How so? ❞

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lnfatuationn

“I-I’m referred to as Ts-Tsumiki. S-So, what’s your plan? G-Get me drunk? Br-Bring me to your home?”

Tsumiki watched him fiddling with his pocket with curious eyes. She clutched her stomach a bit, knowing very well that something as strong as an A.M.A would knock her out if she drank it, sending a chill down her spine. She didn’t even like consuming things anyway. Her eyes darted at the drink as the bartender placed it on the counter.

“Y-You know that something like that is st-strong enough to make me faint? Y-You w-wouldn’t have o-ordered one otherwise. Y-You would get s-something lighter. I-I wouldn’t mind going somewhere w-with you, y-you don’t have to p-pull dumb o-overused tricks.”

She had self defense instruments hidden everywhere on her body. Taped underneath her skirt, tucked away in her socks, a belt wrapped around her upper stomach hidden by her shirt… So whatever he was planning, she wasn’t going to fall for it.

He looked rather stunned, eyes scanning her once more as he looked rather...dissappointed. His head hung a little, and he chuckled, attempting to dismiss this and fake the role of a asshole flirt again.

❝ Fiesty, aren’t you Tsumiki?

You could’ve just said no.

My apologies though. ❞

His eyes moved away, slender fingers tapping against the bar once more. He muttered something under his breath before turning back to her, beginning his false speech pattern once again.

❝ So, you agreed to coming home

with me, no drink involved?

You must be psychic though,

predicting your future like that. ❞

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lnfatuationn

She stared at the figure in front of her, appearing bulkier and healthier than herself. He was zoned out, looking at her dull eyes as if they were trying to send a message to him. But they weren’t. They were just eyes. Good for nothing eyes. Her voice broke out of her mouth, jumbled into timid stutters that she hated.

“Wh-What’s your name?”

She wasn’t looking directly into his eyes anymore, she was examining him with her eyes. She wanted to see if he was hiding any weapons on him, which she doubted at first but… There was something poking out of his pants’ leg, that looked familar to her. She took a seat next to him and looked back up into his eyes again and repeated the question again, trying to sound a bit louder because she saw the confusion on his face.

“I.. A-Asked what your n-name was.”

❝ Oh, my bad.

You were just

A bit too quiet...

My name is Komaeda. ❞

He looked back at her, eyes scanning her petite frame once more. He moved his hands to his pockets, fiddling with the small metal item in there. His eyes remained on her for a couple moments before he looked over to the bartender, a grin growing on his face.

❝ I’ll have a B.A.F.

And an A.M.F.

For the lady. ❞

He looked over once more and chuckled, bringing a hand out to shake hers. His body gestures were confusing, but he did his best to conceal the small weapon he carried with him in his pocket. After all, approaching a girl with a weapon never turns out well.

❝ So, I didn’t catch your name...

 I hope you don’t mind

Me buying you a drink... ❞

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( lnfatuationn stares into the face of death )

A pale hand wrapped around a cold glass, grey eyes looking down at the structure holding it as he tapped his fingers. His compusure was seemingly calm, other than the quick beats of his fingers against the table. His coat draped over the back of the bar stool as he sat, awaiting a next possible victim to talk to him at the bar.

It always came in handy to be attractive as a serial killer, having victims just pile one after the other over you, just to be slaughtered in cold blood. Of course, the waiting was the boring part. It was the thrill of the kill that was fun, a pleasure coursing through your vains as they beg and scream for you to stop, but you don’t want to until those sounds fade away.

Thoughts were broken by a voice beside him, timid and quiet, barely audible over the loud music. A thin figure placed itself in the seat beside him, turning to reveal a seemingly ill girl, bandages wrapped around various body parts and hair thin and choppy. Here eyes were dull, yet she looked interesting...

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europeanextrerne

☢» I dunno, man, that’s a pretty weird question to ask…

☢» But I think someone who was being cut in half I’d say they’d think something like… “holy fuck!” or something like that…

☢» Or even “Stop! Stop it!” or “do as you please…” But yknow, I never thought of that.

❝ I suppose, yes.

How brutal...

I apologize for my rudeness, 

I got distracted

As you can tell...

My name is Komaeda.❞

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akaneallupinyogrill

~❁~ Soft and low groans coming to the brunette’s throat while dark hues began to slowly open,focusing on trying to figure out her surroundings. Was it morning already? Night time still? It was too dark to really tell. The more she slowly focused her vision, did her other senses begin to wake as well. The feeling of a hand along her waist…it was cold yet pleasant. Was someone else here with her?

Wait a minute…

Her eyes soon opened wide and suddenly did she sit up right, vision now focused even in the darkness of this room, small light coming thru the window granted her enough to understand where she was at. This was not her room, a hotel or someone else room? It was then that she heard the voice of another speaking softly to her, head looking over to see the white haired male in bed with her, adorned in the same attire she wore, nothing but the sheets of the bed covering them.

“Did we…?” the last she could remember was she went to a bar, had a couple drinks and was speaking with him, the rest seemed like such a blur at the moment, as if the events of last night weren’t even her own doing.

He gave a small sigh, coming back to the bed and sitting beside her. His eyes traced over her body once more and he proceeded to get up again, walking out of the room for a moment.

He came back soon, bringing her clothes. Except, they weren’t hers. He passed over a shirt, similar to his own and a pair of shorts. His gaze never left her, eyes seemingly glued to her. 

He was never really subtle with his creepiness after a while, and his voice didn’t help either. He spoke softly, almost whispering as he stared.

❝ I’ll bring you a coffee

and some toast.

And then we can discuss what happened. ❞

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&&. ??? approached you.

❝ Have you ever heard of the famous

Black Dahlia?

Quite an interesting case, in my opinion that is.

Sliced right in half...

I can’t even imagine her thoughts as that was happening. ❞

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&&. Lance probably didn’t care.

❝ Did you know, the Ancient Persians 

used to use a torture technique 

called “Scaphism” 

Where they would strap naked captives back-to-back with a tree trunk

and they would cover them in honey and milk and also

the victims would be fore fed it as well,

causing severe bowel movements that also

resulted in bugs being attracted.

They would then leave the captive to be

eaten alive by insects...  ❞

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sharptonguedbrainiac

❝ While there are – the synonyms aren’t as harsh.

I don’t consider myself a very sociable person. My words are chosen to accommodate that.

For example, the word ugly could easily be found in my vocabulary. That’s just the kind of person I am.

But what kind of person are you? If you’re going to bother me while we’re alone in this bathroom together, you might as well introduce yourself.  ❞

❝ I could get behind that.

I see though, you’re just not the social butterfly.

I’d definitely consider myself one, to be honest.

I’m Nagito Komaeda. Feel free to call me Ko.

It’s just simpler.  ❞

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sharptonguedbrainiac

❝ Well…I could ask you the exact same thing.

It’s not often that strangers initiate conversation in the bathroom of all places, you know.

But… since you asked so kindly – I’ll tell you. I’m washing my face.

…Does that answer satisfy you? ❞

❝ I suppose it does, yes.

I wouldn’t neccessarily use the word satisfy, 

as I see many better usages for that particular word.

…But I presume it does get the point across. ❞

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&& Akane has woken up.

Grey hues scanned the room, a pale arm draped over the waist of the woman. His fingertips ran cold over her tan skin, eyes closed as she adjusted to waking from her deep slumber. The room was dim, the curtains closed and lights off. A small amount of light came from the cracked door, the hall bright as day. He gently moved, careful not to stir too much. 

❝ I can make you something if you’d like.

Coffee, Tea, Water. 

Or would you like something to eat? ❞

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&&. Matsuda approached.

❝ Hello. 

If I may ask...

What brings you here? ❞

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&&. Genocider approached.

 ❝ Hm, if it isn’t Genocider.

It’s been a while, Darling. ❞

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( Doing some stuff over here for once! Like for a starter? )

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“ It’s fun knowing that you can take out someone’s eyeballs and not hurt them. The human body is amazing. “