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Once again, there are so many people (even more than last time!) to thank for making this game the best it can be. Everything is under the cut because this is a very very long list!

#thank you #r incorperated #mod masque #mod junko #mod chell #mod nanami #mod pupko #glitch text #epilepsy warning #???just in case tbh #endgame

Will there be a third game?

I... do not plan on a third game in the series actually. When I went through MoD I had a sequel planned out in mind from the start. The backstory, the background, the characters, The inquisitores with Yukika’s mun as they developed... The series was designed with two “Chapters”. “Yukika’s Game” and “An’s Game”, as it’s turned out to be, in mind.

Both games were meant to follow one another in the story. A grey area mastermind with an intent to better the world- well meaning but poor intentions due to events such as Notoyo and PM-kun’s betrayals in her eyes. If the Beacons desired to join her instead the 2nd game would still be pretty similar.

And a person hell-bent on revenge from the actions of the first game, whether due to their own sufferings, or from viewing what goes on. If Yukika died, then it would be a bit more grey because of R inc’s ATTEMPT to redeem themselves from the first game. If Yukika survived, then it would be a bit better grounded. “Oh gods this is a recruitment ploy, I need to stop it.” with a different sort of setting at least.

In the end... No matter any which way I turn it I can’t- story wise- imagine a third game in the series. The game as is turned out almost the way I wanted with... quite a few behind the scenes hiccups, but STORY wise I am happy with the end result.

Besides that, I need to spend a lo-ho-hoooot of time learning from MoD and R inc and letting the stuff think in before even THINKING about modding again.

#mod junko #ooc #Anonymous

Dorketeer | Daiki Kageyama | Endgame Open

His distress doesn't show outwardly. Or at least, he desperately hopes it doesn't.

Daiki Kageyama isn't exactly an open book when it comes to emotions, but the agitation is evident in his eyes. Standing off to the side, he people watches for a while, hands stuffed in his pockets. He doesn't recognize any of the faces he sees milling around, and he doesn't see the shade of red hair that is as familiar to him as the olive locks that fall into his eyes.

Hesitantly he walks forwards, desperately scanning the crowd for a familiar face. "'Zuiro?" He calls out hesitantly. "Mizuiro!"

Pausing to take another look around to make sure he didn't miss him by accident, Daiki ignores the sinking feeling in his gut.

"Mizuiro? 'Zuiro! Dork-for-brains! Mizuiro!"

#endgame #r incorperated #open #submission

蓿 . 針. 栞/ Hari, Shiori, Ai / Endgame

Good morning., Yasuhiro-san. It is a pleasure to meet you again.

The english slipped from her lips as the redheads joined her on the highest floor, the head of the tosser on her lap as she stared down.

H.A.R.I.

The gynoid smiled softly, shaking her head.

... I know... it’s not my name. But can you call me “Needle”? So long as we’re speaking english... I... He saw me as his sister. I want to... respect that.

The smallest of the three tugged on Shiori’s blouse, before turning towards the gynoid.

Needle... Thank you for trying. Even if you failed, your attempts-

She shook her head.

... You did more than you thought you did when creating me. The first day, when I saw him. I truly felt as though he was my brother, I had flashes of the memories he shared implanted into me, but from how I thought she would’ve viewed it.... I was scared though. I wasn’t her. It wasn’t fair. None of us robotics are a replacement for them.

The youngest darted forward and wrapped her arms around the gynoid, face shoved into her neck, hugging her tight.

Needle, we all knew that. None of us truly believed we could revive, even by using “Ressurection” and “revival” as one reason for that... You remember in the basement how we kept focusing on realistic humans? Hari may have been the basis... but I truly feel as though you’re your own person.

... Needle smiled, wrapping her arms around Ai and felt the other nod.

Definitely, Needle. Hari was not calm, or soft, or gentle. She lived up to Nettle, she may have been wonderful, but you are as well.

The gynoid smiled softly, the tears in her eyes starting to fall down her cheeks.

Thank you... both of you. I’m sorry.

#hari #endgame #r incorperated

Time To Go | Makoto | Endgame

Makoto watched every second of the execution, not a single ounce of pity on her face. There was no pity left for Anguo Lee, he himself had confirmed it. The only thing showing on Makoto’s face now was just... fatigue.

After all was said and done, she just walked quietly into the elevator, watching the doors open. For the first time in months she could see the light of the outside world. Inside, she didn’t feel quite so bright. As everyone hugged with frantic loved ones, Makoto just... walked.

She didn’t particularly care if anyone came after her. Right now, all she wanted was to disappear.

...

A boy with blue hair fell in beside her, putting an arm around her shoulders and giving them a squeeze. They were soon joined by a girl with long, brown hair, where the trio seemed to have a short conversation a fair distance from the others.

Will you go after Makoto?

>Yes

>No

>Genuflect

#endgame #r incorperated #open #Makoto #submission

Nemoto All Alone {Manami's Endgame}

Maybe if she didn't grab that poison, if she didn't sneak it onto that plate, maybe she wouldn't have died so early on. Maybe they might not have been friends, but maybe Tomomi would've realized that it wasn't working. Maybe she would've moved on with her life and left them alone.

Maybe if she didn't push him out of that tree and gave him a permanent limp and loss of optimism, maybe they would be friends still. Maybe they would be best friends until they were forced apart by forces outside their control. Maybe they would still keep in touch, over the technology she might come to love. Maybe Taoru would be devastated when he heard of her disappearance.

Maybe if she didn't take that knife, maybe if she didn't slash him until there was nothing but blood, and maybe if she didn't literally tear him apart, maybe he would still be there today. Maybe Rikuto would be there, standing outside with everyone else, riddled with concern. Maybe he would still care for her, and maybe he would miss her enough to mourn her long after the storm had settled.

Maybe if she didn't take that shovel and bang it against her body far longer than she needed to, maybe they would still be close friends today. Maybe Etsuko would be there too, clinging to the hope that she would walk out and they could go back to normal again.

Maybe if she didn't brandish that knife and let go of the fire, maybe she wouldn't completely fall deep into her own ruin. Maybe if she didn't cause so much despair for others, she might not have met such a hopeless and painful end. Maybe she might still be alive, without the delusions of someone she cared for. Maybe she wouldn't have impaled herself because the ghost her beloved might not have been there to tell her to. Maybe she might be among those leaving, and maybe she might reunite with those who may have been her friends and family.

Maybe.

But maybe's don't change what's already happened.

Two adult figures stood there amongst the crowd. A pregnant woman with tears in her eyes, and a blue-haired man stood in silence, his arm wrapped around his wife while his gaze was cast downwards.

They watched as others rejoiced around them. Some were like themselves, some immediately began conversing with one another, and some just left. No doubt they too were the friends and family who came to see, holding hope for their loved one. But the couple, they only stood there, isolated in a way.

They stood, and they waited. Waited, waited, waited, far longer than they should have. They stood there even after most had dispersed. Even when they knew that she would not be there, they waited. But they could not wait there forever. As the sky darkened and the sun began to descend, they finally moved.

There was nothing to say and there was nothing to do. They turned and walked away, leaving behind in silent, almost unsure mourning the site of their daughter's death without so much as a simple question as to what happened.

#endgame #r incorperated #submission

One Track Boy | Soren Marsh | Finale

And thus a series of events occurred. Picking up his turtle, Soren wondered for a while. Wondered about what these events meant. What they had done for him? Was it okay to leave the Lumens standing, after all his plans to destroy them? And where should he go from here? Once he got to the door, he had the answers he needed.

At the entrance, he turned around, opened the barrel of his gun, emptying out the bullets before casting them at the door, before walking away, grenade still in his pocket. His phone began to thrum, which he ignored, but there were some things he couldn't.

A tall, slender man walked towards him, short blond hair styled neatly, dressed in a suit giving off an air of austere dignity yet simultaneously world weariness. He strode toward Soren and stuck his hand out, which Soren slapped his own into.

"And here I thought you would perish in there."

"What did I tell you, Ced? Soren Marsh always prevails."

"I knew you would say something like that..." Cedwyn Evans sighed. "So? What do we do about this? One word and we could erase this entire incident."

"You're getting cocky these days. Remember that Darius is dead now. Besides, it's pointless now."

"Indeed..."

Their solemn contemplation was interrupted by the sudden small footfalls of a girl no older than eight, running at full force to glomp Soren.

"Soooooorrreeeeeeeen!!" Cried the little girl in her strong Manchester accent, tightly hugging his waist with all the force she could muster, tears streaming down her face, sticking her shoulder length black hair to it. "I'm so happy! But I was so scared that... That..."

He chuckled a little while ruffling her hair and hushing her, kneeling down to her level. "Your brother's a lot better than that, you know this, Tara. Come on, it doesn't do one good to cry so much over something that didn't happen. And even if it did, what do we do?"

"Um, I know!... It's the 'moving on' thing, right?"

"Right! Grief is useless, so just keep moving forward whilst cherishing your memories!"

Grief indeed was useless, but necessary, or so they said. However the more Soren thought about it, the more he came to the conclusion that it was ultimately one of the most selfish actions that got a free pass from society whilst everything else was a no go. But that wasn't important. Soren remembered the terrarium in his arms, made a decision and handed it to Tara.

"Look what I got you."

She immediately gasped in wonderment at the gift that Soren had given her, and immediately took it and ran back in the direction she came.

"Mommy! Mommy, look! A turtle!"

As she passed the terrarium off to a middle aged last with the same sort of shoulder length hair, different in that it was more bedraggled and greying, Soren realised that if Tara was here that everyone else had to be too. His mother, standing in a floral maxi dress that looked far too gaudy, his father, an average man in every sense of the word, clad in a simple shirt and trousers. His elder sister, long black hair flowing and eyes glowing green just like Soren, but hers were a lot warmer, and finally... That guy. Did he really have to wear a slogan t-shirt everywhere? Sighing heavily, Soren walked forward.

"S-Soren..." His mother, Diana, began, before her husband, Philip continued.

"My son... We thought we had lost you..."

"I'm not 'yours' okay?" Soren immediately retorted. "Besides, why are you even here?"

"So we're not even allowed to worry about you?! Soren, what is wrong with you?!" His sister shouted back to him.

"Samantha, get real. I've barely been around for the most part and my contribution has been mostly financial. Besides, you know I can deal with anything."

"Yeah but still..."

He grumbled and kept moving, past his parents who he'd stunned into silence. Who heard of a son that rejected their own parents so? The last man sheepishly raised an arm in greeting.

"H-hey, bro-"

"I'm not your brother, Adam."

"Oh..."

Despondent, the older male hung his head, while his partner shakes her head and held a hand to it.

"You just never get it, do you Soren? I suppose she's wasting her time too."

Soren didn't have time to question his sister before he saw who she was talking about. A slim young girl, slightly taller than him and around the same age, wearing a white summer dress and a matching summer hat, whose light brown hair cascaded behind her, catching the shine of the sun as did her maroon eyes, glistening with tears. She had an air of refined elegance and in any other circumstance would have been the very definition of graceful. Her features naturally drew you towards her, but Soren only wanted to look away.

"H-hey, Soren... Um, it's me, Heather, haha... I'm just so glad to hear you're okay and-"

"Save it."

He picked up the pace and walked straight past Heather, determined not to look back.

"Soren, please, don't leave again!" She called out to him, only inciting him to break into a jog and then a sprint, making this the third time he had fled. Her feet gave out from underneath her as she began to sob, the boy fading away into the distance.

He had the answers. He always did. He had a goal. He needed to continually improve. He wasn't supposed to look back. He couldn't afford to live in the past, or let those mistakes dwell on him. His code and ideals had brought him thus far, and he had to go further.

The answer was always forward. As hard as he could and as fast as he could.

#endgame #r incorperated #open #Soren #submission

I'm Sorry || Theo || Hitomi

After countless days, hours...months? It was all a blur of how long they had actually been there...Theo and the others had left...but before Theo left he took one last look at his room...the hum of the building was something he had grown used to as he walked into his room...grabbing his belongings and Masaes belongings....looking at the bag he had placed multiple items he had collected that belonged to Masae and Shizuka...He then closed the door behind him and looked at the empty rooms of people grabbing their items and rushing for the safety of the exit.

As Theo exited the building alongside Nikki he was greeted by multiple unfamilar faces...but none looked like the mother Masae had once talked about. There was a worried feeling of fear in his stomach twisting its way throughout him....He needed to see Shizuka and Masaes mother...no matter how much it hurt him to relay the message he had. He gripped Masaes bag tightly before opening up her notebook...and then looking at her cellphone...trying to find any sort of way to find his way to finding their mother. Eventually, after multiple times of being bothered for an interview Theo finally found something that could lead him in the right direction...and held Masaes phone in his hand as he ran to the location of the address..despite how far it was.

It's close... I know it has to be close....

Upon arrival..Theo hesitantly stood there for a few moments before knocking on the door...and waited for a possible answer...still holding the phone in his shaking hands.

When the door opened... Theo was stuck with his words....

#endgame #r incorperated #closed #Theodore #submission

the sun won't rise | umi sakakibara

She had known, from the very beginning, that it was a bad idea to let him go. Her stupid little brother, always getting himself in trouble, and never thinking things through. Why would anyone accept an invitation to this massive company that no one had heard of? Something was clearly up, so who, in their right mind...?

Umi stood by as the doors finally opened, watching intently as one, two... six people came out. Six, out of the many that she knew had been invited. The two girls Ryuu told her about -- the hyper, short one, and the apathetic girl wearing pink, were nowhere to be found, and she was not so naive as to believe they were simply lagging behind.

The woman glanced down to her phone, at the last message she had received from her brother.

[haha of course i'll be careful! i'll keep you up to date, but for now i'm gonna look around. love you, sis!]

Careful...

Haha. What even was careful to Ryuunosuke? It was a wonder he hadn't broken any or all of his bones with all the time he spends in the air.

Are you telling jokes to yourself to calm your nerves, Umi? Rather than stand there like the useless sister you are, you should ask someone. Anything. Anyone. Where is my little brother? What did you do to my brother? Where is he? Where is Ryuu? What happened to Ryuu? Who took him away from me?!

"Um, hey," she called out to the nearest person, not bothering to ease the severe frown on her face. "... Where is my brother? Ryuunosuke-kun. Where?"

#endgame #r incorperated #open #submission

Crescent Moon Over a Deep Sea Dream // Taj // Endgame

[suicide/self harm talk warning]

He stood for a long while, simply watching the ocean waves.

He had no idea how to feel at all. On one hand, Anguo Lee was dead. That was surely a plus, no? But on the other hand...

Taj was bitter. He should have been pleased to have left relatively unscathed. He was alive. He was alive! It should've been a flawless victory. Had things gone the way he expected them to, he'd be fine right now, going back to Hope's Peak to store his newly-acquired stuff before running out into the city to celebrate in the nightlife, laughing like a jackass all the way. But things didn't go the way he expected. He had tried to take whatever advantage he could get his conniving little magic hands on, but in the end, he still got hurt. He had been hurt in a way he never predicted he could have been. Was it his fault for letting them in and trusting them, like She and Her consorts were telling him at this very moment?

No. It was Anguo Lee's fault. He shouldn't blame himself for this.

He gazed upon the sea, spread out around the cliff of the R Incorperated building. Closing his eyes, he let the wind swirl through his hair and the salty breeze billow his cape out behind him. For that moment, there was nothing. No Bharadwaj Sethi, no Tiamat, no ultimate goal of a world of chaos, no dead Sumi, no dead Ryuu, no dead Masae, no dead Haneul, no impossibly optimistic hopes of becoming an expert channeler, no R Incorperated, no world. A moment of nothingness.

Opening his eyes once more, the magician looked down at the items in his hands. A bottle of cyanide and a dagger with a ceremonial-looking sheath. The advantages he had taken. A million impulses flashed through his mind at once: unsheath the blade and slit your own neck, put the knife back in the building, just stay in this spot for eternity, go down to the water and swim in it, drink the poison, pour out the poison, throw yourself into the depths below, a million others he didn't act upon.

Taking off his vest and cape, he put them on the ground beside him. He tucked the poison into the breast pocket of his lavender dress shirt; rolling up his right sleeve, he looked at his right arm, his wrist almost recovered from the horrible twist it had been given, his bandage-covered forearm that he had mutilated himself. He felt the tears that had been absent for all of the day rush to his eyes, and he let them fall with neither anger nor joy nor sorrow. He rolled it back down and secured the knife into his belt, next to his magician's bag, and put his vest and cape back on. He could decide what to properly do with them later. Now was not the time.

Looking over the glistening emerald sea, Bharadwaj "Taj" Sethi sat down and wept.

#endgame #r incorperated #reaction #Taj #submission

Our Unwound Future/Lucy Andrews/To: Kenta Hamada!

"Nom nom...om nom...nom...ah."

Lucy was eating a hamburger on her good ol' motorcyle pal as she waited for Travis to be done questioning...whoever he was questioning. He seemed a bit out of it to really ask anyone any helpful questions. Oh well-

"-vrrbt! Vrrbt! Vrbbt!-"

Was that her phone? She could have sworn she didn't put it on silent-

Oh...it was coming from Keita's jacket...could it be...Keita's phone? Holy hell, how did she not see this before?

She pulled it out and stared at it's dusty screen. Did Keita not care to put a password lock on it? Classic, classic, Keita. She opened up the phone and began to read the messages.

[ heeey keita just wanted to text u again. its been a while since u responded so i just wanted to check on u! i hope ur doing well, see ya! ]

[ u know im getting worried about you, come on it’s been forever txt me back pls ]

[ are you mad at me? is it because im annoying you?? i promise i’ll stop with the hugs and kisses just reply keita please please please ]

[ keita im scared it’s been weeks now ]

[ keita ]

[ keita please ]

[ keita i miss you ]

Lucy stared blankly at these messages. Who is this person texting him? Could it be...?

By instinct, she suddenly started to text back to this mysterious person. It probably wasn't smart of her, but...welp, she had to contact him somehow. A friend of Keita is a friend of hers!

[Hello . o . ? who is this? ]

#endgame #Lucy #submission

Bittersweet Freedom ||Theo&Nikki|| Vote | Execution | Endgame

The last half an hour had been….what this entire game was about...the reason everyone had been there to start with. But when the answer came and went...and each tree looked at the other as An continued to talk...before he was executed for his crimes.

It… almost felt surreal. After staying this long in the same hell for few months… It was over… Nikki didn’t want anything to do with whatever the group wanted, they had no purpose there after all. All they wanted now was to go home. The astrologer blinked, still processing the fact that both them and Theo have in fact survived this game. With a breath, they looked at Theo and smiled softly.

“...It’s over… For real… But our friendship will last. I am not going to leave you even if I reunite with Vale… Could I have a way to reach you even if I’m not here physically? Like.. Email or phone number..?”

They tilted their head, and hugged Theo.

“I’m honestly happy we’re both alive… If you need anything, do tell and I’ll help the best I can…! Thank you Theo… For being my best friend. Thank you for being here for me… I’ll be always here for you.”

Theo had watched the events that had occurred, not looking away for a moment despite the brutality of it all. Theo did not want to watch someone he had became friends with die...again..despite them being behind it all once again. The same thing had happened with Yukika..and now ‘Conor’. What confused Theo still the most is why he had been there and why his luck had been so bad...If Theo would have known about An’s relationship to Ai there would have been a possibility Theo would have explained what happened...and this would have not happened most likely. But that was the path that An had chosen and it couldn't be changed, it never would be changed. Theos eyes went from the screen and back to where Nikki was after the execution had finished...sadness still reflecting back from them as Nikki was able to have emotions.

“The violence is over….b-but...t-that doesn’t mean this is over...I a-assure you it’s never over...o-once we s-step outside this b-building we will be s-swarmed and forced to relive these e-events the rest of our lives….so is it r-really over?”

Theo sighed and looked away from them somewhat...before returning their question..

“I’m glad that you m-made it out….b-but im s-sad that we l-lost friends along t-the w-way….t-this was what I was trying t-to prevent after all and I failed...all five of us b-beacons failed….and im s-sure they are all unaware o-of this event that t-took place….”

Theo hugged them back...and then spoke once more

“I have a p-phone b-but...it hasnt w-worked since w-we got here but...i-if you insist on w-wanting to still t-talk to me a-after we leave R Incorperated then...I-Ill give you my n-number but...right n-now your m-main priority is t-to find y-your boyfriend o-once you leave…”

Nikki listened carefully to Theo.

“I… You do have a point, sadly… But… I guess… We’ll have to live with that, as annoying as it is… I’ll endure. I’ll be fine… Don’t worry about me….”

They cuddled Theo.

“Yeah, internet hasn’t worked there at all for the period we stayed there but really… I really do want to keep in touch with you… I have two main priorities actually! Making sure Vale is safe and sound and keeping in touch with you…! I am so grateful you are my best friend… If you need anything, do come to me, I’ll welcome you with open arms and I will help you with whatever you need…! Alright…? We may be apart soon, but the friendship won’t fade as long as we stay in contact….”

There was a pause as Nikki was recollecting their thoughts.

“So with the bottom of my heart… Thank you so much, Theo.”

Few tears fell down their face, and they tried to dry it off as they snuggled the other. After, Nikki looked at Theo with a sad smile.

Theo was hesitant on speaking again as the two hugged and Nikki continued to talk..Theo was glad that he had a friend like Nikki but was still afraid of the fact of once they left there was the chance Theo would never see Nikki again...but Theo would have to take that risk after everything the duo went through together.

“I-Im glad we a-are friends...b-but we c-can’t forget about the o-others who s-survived with us...a-and...w-we can’t forget...M-Masae and Ryuu….w-we...w-will have t-to tell their families...b-but im s-sure...y-your boyfriend w-will be waiting o-outside for you...b-but...T-Thank you for b-being m-my friend….a-and...s-saving me from k-killing myself…”

Theo hugged them one last time before H.A.R.I lead them to the exit and spoke….and then the doors opened after the password was entered. Once the doors opened Theo allowed others to go out before himself before shortly following after Nikki. The air was nice compared to the filtrated air of the building…

They were free...but at what cost?

#endgame #r incorperated #closed #Nikki #Theodore #submission

Saranghanda || Hyun-Ae Park || R Inc. Ending (Open)

“...”

A young woman stood at the entrance to R Incorperated, her shoulders slumped in sound defeat as she kept her head down and eyes averted. In the joyous chaos of the survivors reuniting with people they loved... People they cared about... This one pressed on and walked straight into the former hell itself.

Her face remained as stony as ever when she stopped in front of the elevator. Hands trembled as she fell to her knees and joined her hands together; seconds passed and she trembled within seconds as the tears finally started to fall.

“You didn’t deserve this Han.... I didn’t mean for this to happen... [I’m sorry, I love you oppa...]”

#r incorperated #endgame #haneul

Freedom/Lucy Andrews + Rikai 'Travis' Dell/The End! Thank you!

Blackness, and a rise of uncertainty-Was it over?

Yes! Lucy had won! She had defeated the machines, saved herself from the madness, she was a hero!

And yet…sometime about her didn’t want to go. This would be the last time she would see Keita. Her good friend…odd to call him that, since they only knew each other for a week or 2 at best. She held her phone tightly and looked at the billion texts she had received. Geez, everyone sure is quite a worry rat!

—-

Lucy had Keita’s coat wrapped around her waist as she walked out of the R Inc Facility. She had done it-she had won! The cool breeze of the earth came rushing to her, and she took in a deep breath to appreciate it all. The sky was so nice, the grass….it was real! It was all real! “Lucy!”

A…a voice called out to her. This time, it wasn’t one of the students in the group she was in…but it was…

“Sorry, sorry, I’m late, aren’t I?”

“TTTTTTRRRRRRAAAAAVVVVVIIIIS-”

Lucy had practically NYOOOMED on over to the survivor of the first game and crashed right onto him, resulting in a huge bear hug. Keita’s jacket swished in the wind, and she looked like she was just a little girl who was lost in a mall and had found her parent.

“Loocy-Hey, hey, oh-okay..”

He returned the hug blissfully and gave a tiny chuckle. When their embrace was over, Travis motioned over to the red motorcycle that was next to him. Lucy’s eyes widen at the sight of the familiar vehicle…

“The Lucy-Mobile ™ !!!”

And then she gave a hug to the motorcycle ™ as well. Who knew Lucy had such a device as that ™? Imagine, a happy Lucy driving a motorcycle into the sunset…what a cute sight.

“Traaavis…Rikai….I…my best friend…he’s gone! He died, I don’t-”

Travis patted her head while looking at the R Inc building. A million questions had form in his mind: Why did the mastermind of this group did this? What was this group’s true intention? That…were questions he would ask Lucy later. He would investigate this matter latter, once he brought Lucy home, and got Kagome to come with him.

“Hey, look, lets let go of all this, alright? Here-I bought you some Mcdonalds, you’re favorite. You must be so tired, aren’t you? I’m really sorry I’m late.”

“D-danke. Thanks. Oh my god, oh my god, Travis, I love you, man, you came for me…you saved me…”

“Awe shucks, I coulda done more, but…well, I couldn’t get a whole team with me. Go rest now, okay? Check if the ol’ Lucy-Mobile™ is working. You deserve a long break after a day like this.”

“You’re going to be okay, alright? I don’t know how the others treated you back in there, but I’m here now to take care of you. You’re like my family, you know that, Luce. Don’t ever forget that, okay?”

“Travis….”

“Oooh, an interesting specimen of a building……Hey, pass me a french fry, will you? Thanks.”

Lucy sat on her bike and slowly began to eat the food she was given. What had she learned in this whole experience? She know understood how Travis felt about this whole ordeal, but did she really need it? Did she really needed to know?

Perhaps her goal….wasn’t to know, but rather, to let go.

She looked up at R inc with Travis and realized how great freedom was.

And Lucy was happy.

#endgame #Lucy #submission

The Beginning of The End

That was it then. Conor - An - had done it; he had trapped you all in, had been the cause of all this torment and strife for so long. And he paid for it. H.A.R.I had slowly slid from her seat, at some point during all that... and the ding of the elevator sounded her return, approaching with the laptop from the sixth floor and placing it down

“.. I can’t do anything here. One of you needs to be the one to open the building back up. I’m sorry I ended this without doing anything for you.”

One of you moved from your seats, slowly sliding over and accessing R Inc and the password prompt was easily answered.

A-I-Z-A-W-A Access Granted

The floor above had an audible whirr of the main entrance opening back up, and the six remaining visitors wandered into the elevator. The animatronic quickly lead the group to the door and bit her lip.

“R Incorperated now knows of the building being opened back up. They should be around soon to take you all back to your homes, and... If you wish to report them to the authorities, I know everyone will understand. Please though... In honour of those who have fallen...”

H.A.R.I looked towards the group with a strained smile, water-like liquid beading at the corners of her eyes.

“We apologize for your time at R Incorperated. We... The Lumens. Wished that we could’ve done more to stop this from happening. There is so much we wish we had or hadn’t done. In the end...”

H.A.R.I shook her head, looking up towards the second floor then back at the group as she walked away from the door.

“... Every action, in both games. The Lumens truthfully regret, and deeply wish to redeem themselves over it, however intent does not excuse actions.”

The animatronic bowed once more, standing up with a small, warmer smile

“This building will remain, the uplinks, and the digitization of the fallen will be here, even after we close down.... it likely will once the fact this was a front for a group deemed a terrorist organization is spread. We apologize once more.”

With a quick fist hovering over her chest, the animatronic quickly darted to the elevator and pressed one of the buttons, and the sound of cars arriving sounded, signalling the vehicles to bring them away.

Above you, with an audible CLUNK, the beacon at the top of the Lighthouse that housed your fear for the last while turned on, light slowly beginning to turn even through the cloudy day. It was hard to see, but the spinning of the lighthouse... The meaning seemed clear.

A new light, a new beginning. An attempt at reviving that spark within you that seemed to fade with every passing day within those walls, from H.A.R.I., home, family, loved ones. After so much blood, death, and agony. It was... an odd light in the darkness. The end of the second game, and... from the sounds of it, the final one.

.... You sure hoped it was the last.

#r incorperated #endgame

There it was. It was almost fitting, that the one holding the darkest secret about this game was the one who had never shown his true face to any of the participants. He seemed calm, almost at ease, as the chain shot out to lead him to his execution. He closed his eyes, not giving another look to any of the survivors.

Unlike almost all of the other executions, An's began bathed in light. As the light faded to normal levels, he tried to size up his surroundings, but all he could see was himself. Rows and columns of himself, as far as the eye could see. It only took him a couple of seconds to realize that he was enclosed in a cube of mirrors. He moved his hands and head a little bit, just to test that the box was what it appeared to be.

But in the middle of these tests, the box began to change. The reflections of An slowly changed, inch by inch, into different bodies and faces. There were men, there were women, there were people of all kinds reflected on the cube. An's eyes widened, and he began to sweat, as he looked around and saw not himself, but his disguises. Were these...him? Where was he? Where was the real him? Unnerved, he stepped closer to a wall of the cube, the wall that showed the likeness of Conor Breagadoir. The guise that he had held for so long at once, the face that everyone else had come to know...was this the true him? Was this who he was? Or who he ought to have been?

He didn't have much time to think on that, for the image of Conor punched through the wall, showering clear glass all around the floor. An had barely recoiled from the fist, when the other glass walls were broken around him. His disguises had broken through the panes of glass and come to attack An. He had hardly dodged the top pane falling to the ground when they were upon him. Punching and kicking on the ground, he was barely doing anything to them. As he attempted to stand again, the likeness of Conor knocked him to the ground again, a shard of glass near his face. However, this gave An just the opportunity he needed. He grabbed the glass shard, and slashed at his attackers. While most were able to recoil with only minor damage, one disguise fell to the ground, twitching and sparking. The space in the cube having cleared a little, he leapt to his feet and began slashing at all the other standing robots. Though the robots were still able to damage An, they were quickly cut down and disabled. Especially when he pinpointed their weak spot in the chest. As he slashed at them, he failed to notice the robot bodies slowly moving away, or the mirror cube rising up from the ground once more. Soon, the Conor robot and An were the only remaining bodies there.

With a strong forward thrust, An shoved the glass shard through the robot. It fell away, its green eyes going dark...and then suddenly An was back in the mirror cube, as if the previous assault hadn't happened. All that seemed to remain of the attack were the somewhat-minor injuries on An, and the little pieces of glass of the floor. He looked around the space nervously. Had that attack even happened? What was going on now? He began to examine the box again, but in a much more frenetic fashion.

The box began to change yet again, but didn't reveal any new attackers. Instead, the walls seemed to move closer and closer to An. It didn't take long until it was too small for An to move around in; less than a minute, and he would be crushed. The mastermind was still alarmed, but now his mind seemed to be working, thinking of a way out. As the box grew smaller, An kicked his foot against one of the corners. Just when it looked like the box would get too tight for him, one strong kick broke the glass. An fell to the ground on his back, glass shards from the box raining down on his whole body.

Nonetheless, he sprung to his feet, as if his injuries weren't affecting him at all. But as he looked behind him, he saw a robot standing menacingly, looking right at him. An ran away from it, and the robot gave chase, speeding up as An hurtled down a darkened hallway. He turned a corner, and just as he began to look relieved, two robots sprung out from either side of the hallway, blades sticking out of their hands. Not daring to look back, he ran forwards, towards the two new robots. For some reason, they didn't try to stab him as he ran past them, instead flanking him as they moved down the hall. An barely acknowledged their presence.

Yet, they would not be ignored. As all three of ran, the metallic voice of one of them echoed in the hall. It was in a language nobody in the trial room could understand, were it not for subtitles on the viewing screen: Chinese.

<"Year #1.">

The robot lunged at An with the blade in its hand. He barely had time to dodge and recover, when the other one vocalized and tried to attack him. This went on one robot after the other, saying something in Chinese and attempting to stab An. They were going in numerical order.

<"Year #6.">

This time, the robot was successful in its assault, running slightly ahead of An and plunging its blade through his left side. He stumbled, a cry of pain escaping from him. Luckily for him, he still had his wits about him, and avoided the seventh attack. So it went on, and An's dodging only faltered for "years" 13, 17, and 25. The robots attacked until they had reached year 34. The same number as Akemi's stab wounds.

However, just because they had ceased to attack him, didn't mean they were letting up. The robots continued to run alongside An, their eyes glowing, as if willing him to fall. And the mastermind seemed like he was close to doing so. His run was slowing, his breath was heavy, and the bottom of his shirt looked blood-soaked. He doubted he would be able to keep this up much longer. When he noticed the corridor's end growing larger, he ran faster, driven by adrenaline. This burst of speed was enough to get An significantly ahead of the robots. The moment he had passed through the hall's end, the steel door slammed shut, trapping the robots behind it, and An in the room he was in.

Or at least, if it hadn't been for the three doors in the room. An didn't move for those right away; instead, he opted to catch his breath and clutch his right side, where three of his stab wounds were, in a effort to staunch the bleeding. When he had regained enough of his strength, An moved to the door farthest to the right. Almost as soon as he opened it, he reeled back in horror. It led directly outside R Incorperated. This might have been a desirable outcome, were it not for the fact that he was several stories up and a fall from that height would spell instant death, even with the water far, far below him. An stepped away from that door, and walked to the door farthest to the left (pointedly avoiding the middle door). Behind the leftmost door was...a stairwell. An ordinary stairwell, complete with glowing EXIT sign. There didn't appear to be any sort of traps or robots waiting for him down it; it appeared to be An's safest option.

Yet, he wrinkled his nose at it, and stepped over to the middle door. Once he had ascertained that it wasn't leading directly outside, An ran through the middle door, much like Masae had.

He didn't have to run very far before nearly falling down, becoming dizzy from the height. That door led to a glass-enclosed walkway, far above what looked like an assembly line. Or, given the presence of a huge blade at the end of the main conveyor belt, a disassembly line. He baulked for only a moment; the steel door of the past room slid open, allowing the hostile robots to pass through.

He ran and ran, finally coming to a dead end of the corridor, with a feminine-looking robot waiting for him. An's eyes widened a little; he knew this person. In her hand was a gun. She handed the gun to him, and, as he took it, the robots chasing after him slowed to a stop. He looked at the gun, then looked back at her when the robot began to speak.

"You only have one shot."

She moved her hand to her head, index and middle finger touching her temple and thumb sticking down. An mirrored the gesture with the gun.

"Make it count, Boss."

The robots from the hallway stepped closer to him as she began to count down.

"Three..."

An placed his finger on the trigger, and paused for a moment. The expression on his face made him look like he was actually considering it. And chances are, he was. It would be a fairly painless death, and it would be quick; when the flashcube actually went off on Ai, she had probably been vaporized in a matter of milliseconds. What would the real difference be here?

"Two..."

But then, his face changed. His eyebrows bent, beginning to furrow. Sure, Ai's death had been quick and painless, but what about Masae? What about Mizuiro? What about Ryuu? He had brought about their deaths by his own hand, and they hadn't had the luxury of an easy death. Why should he, then? Wouldn't that just be flying in their faces?

"One."

The robots walked faster, aimed straight for An.

He removed the gun from his temple, then, quickly turning the barrel to the floor, squeezed the trigger. The bullet and its impact shattered the glass floor beneath them all, so they were sent hurtling to the ground below. An, having had the most time to mentally prepare, landed on his feet, while the other robots fell on their backs. Despite sticking the landing, he took just as long to recover and get back to moving (probably from the sheer height of the fall). But, to his bewilderment, the robots that had been chasing him stepped back. Instead, another robot ran forward. A robot with a long black wig and a gray sweater dress.

It resembled An's little sister about as much as N.O.T.O.Y.O. had resembled Yukika in Kezao's execution. The robot approaching him was clearly a security robot wearing Ai's appearance. Still, it was enough to make An hesitate. The robot ran up to him and hit him hard on the shoulder. The mastermind leaned backwards from the hit, grimacing. When he tried to straighten up, the robot hit him again, in an effort to either turn him around or knock him to the ground. An picked up on this after the second hit, and started back-pedalling away from his attacker. The robot kept trying to hit him, switching up its strategy to land a hit wherever it could. He dodged blows aimed at his stomach, legs, head, and anywhere else he could think of, walking backwards all the while.

It soon became clear, though, that he couldn't dodge forever. As he stepped up onto the conveyor belt behind him, he was visibly panting, and his shirt's bottom now had his blood falling off in drops. After hopping onto the conveyor belt itself, the security robot noticed this, and increased its attack speed and intensity. An dodged the flurry of attacks for half a minute, when finally, he lost his balance after the robot hit him on the left side of his chest.

He fell to his back onto the conveyor belt as the robot stepped aside. As it marched out, restraints shot out to tie An's arms and legs to the belt, like how Keita had been clamped to the autopsy table. The huge blade began to move up and down at the other end of the belt. As the conveyor belt jerked to life and moved towards the blade, An laid his head back. The look in his eyes appeared to be that of someone who had resigned himself to the fact that he could no longer escape...

Or, given some of the choices he had made, it was the look of someone who wished this belt would move faster.

The mastermind stayed perfectly still and quiet as his body moved with the belt, though sweat dripped down his face. His eyes squeezed shut and his jaw tightened when his feet were less than a foot away from the blade. The blade crashed down, severing An's lower legs from the rest of him. His face and body writhed and contorted in pain, but he didn't scream. He stayed silent, even as the belt moved his body under the blade again and again. After the blade had cut off his forearms and stomach area, his eyes feebly fluttered open. His breathing was faint and weak, and he no longer had the strength to lift up his head. A small smile appeared on his face, before his head twisted to the side, his eyes open and unseeing. And then, all that could be seen was the blood-coated blade, slamming down twice more. The machine slowly ground to a halt, and the blade rested at its highest point, dripping with An's blood.

Anguo Lee, the mastermind of the R Incorperated Mutual Killing, has been executed.

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Final Exposition / An / ATTN: All

The votes rolled in, and An held his breath. He hoped hard that Soren and Lucy hadn't swayed the others. Makoto seemed to be standing fast, but would that be enough?

He'd meant to sigh with relief when a majority cane in, but instead, he gasped when Masae's podium went off. After processing what had happened, he looked over there with a sad smile.

Thankfully, the vote was all but unanimous. An smiled, a little less sadly this time. "Thank you, everyone. I can practically guarantee that you won't be bothered by the Inquisitores against your will. Same goes for anyone associated with me. Though, if you seek them out yourselves, that's your problem.

" Also! Before I forget, this is crucial to your release. There is a laptop, and it contains the codes to stop the lockdown. The key to your release is AIZAWA."

He took one final glance at everyone in the trial room, and nodded. "So, go on with your lives. I know it won't be easy by any means, but you're alive; you can still pick up the pieces. As for me..." He turned his head skywards, looking at the ceiling. "Hopefully, I'll get to see my sister again."

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