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Fine Fine Everything’s Fine ⚖ Chapter 5 Motive ⚖ Open

It just had to be Ohito didn’t it? Ayato felt a surge of pain followed by a painful shock. “…..” He walked past him and into the hobby room, finding some wheels and super glue in the room. Perfect.

Ayato stepped back out of the room and crept over to Ohito quietly and quickly glued the wheels to his shoes.

After the briefest of pauses, Ayato just walked past. So he wasn’t hurt. That was good!

Ohito took a moment to let his nerves settle for the sudden interaction before starting to push himself up. Pain shot out from his tailbone. With a yelp, he quickly lowered himself again. Okay. Maybe he just needed to sit here for a little while.

His mind wandered about until he noticed Ayato coming up from a crouch near his feet.

“Um…! Is… everything o-okay…?”

“Just shut up, i can’t stand hearing you speak” Ayato looked down quickly at the wheels glued to Ohito’s shoes, hopefully they would work and maybe, just maybe Ohito would wheel into a wall or better yet, down the stairs. There was no point in staying near the non cry baby anymore so Ayato left and headed towards the hobby room.

Fine Fine Everything’s Fine ⚖ Chapter 5 Motive ⚖ Open

#Idk hows things work #Ohito #Ayato

It just had to be Ohito didn’t it? Ayato felt a surge of pain followed by a painful shock. “.....” He walked past him and into the hobby room, finding some wheels and super glue in the room. Perfect.

Ayato stepped back out of the room and crept over to Ohito quietly and quickly glued the wheels to his shoes.

Oh what fresh hell is this ||Ayato|| Motive open

Another blackout motive? Ayato woke up and felt the metal around his neck. A shock collar.... oh boy this’ll be fun. “You really scrapped the bottom of the barrel for this one didn’t you” He made a deadpanned expression before standing up.

There was no point in staying after the bear left so Ayato headed to the diner for a snack. He inputted the order and waited near the bar for it to roll out, finding a number of mugs and started placing them around the diner. A sudden jolt of pain in his hand stopped him. “For fucks sak-” Ayato didn’t get a chance to finish speaking before his collar activated and painfully shocked him,

“Son of a bitch”

He made his way out of the diner and noticed someone else walking by. “It’s really muggy inside, watch it”

#Gitg open #Ayato #tw swears #gendered slur? idk

Ah? ⚖ Chapter 5 Start ⚖ Open

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After the pain of being kicked multiple times, Ayato went to check out the new floor. His first stop was to the arcade where he grabbed a handheld console. “About time this place had something remotely fun…” He started playing while walking out of the room, trying not to bump into anything.

Ayato looked up quickly to see where the next room was and walked over to it, he didn’t get very far before he bumped into someone. It was Ohito and before Ayato could say anything mean, the memories of being tortured played vividly in his mind. The pain he felt during it also surfaced, he was unable to hold onto the console and it fell onto the floor.

He glanced down at the console before yelling at Ohito. “……GET OUT OF MY SIGHT”

Ohito squeaked as the console clattered to the floor.

“Sorry? I… A-are you okay…?”

He did his best to shuffle down the aisle, but it took a lot of twisting and bumping into bins to get through the corner.

“Mmm…” The aisles were even closer back here; he’d definitely have to move something if he wanted to get past this row. He probably could, but would he break something? Or dump it on Ayato? He’d deserve that, but Ohito didn’t want to be the one to hurt anybody. Ayato seemed hurt enough. What was he… what was this… a-about…

A-anyway!

“I, um, can’t get much farther… I hope this is enough… I’m sorry… um… H-haha…”

“No I’m not fucking okay!!” Ayato shot back at Ohito’s question and stumbled away even after Ohito had moved away from him. The pain subsided after a few moments so Ayato went to retrieve the game system he dropped. They had been acting weird, not getting as freaked out like he normally did.

“Just do us both a favor and stay out of my sight”

Press A to continue

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Ayato first stop on the new floor was the arcade, the only room he was interested in for the moment. He looked at the consoles and games available, finding one he liked after a few minutes. Ayato sat on the floor and began playing, he felt a twitch of pain that caused him to lose his place in the race.

“Oh come on!!” Ayato muttered under his breath and passed the player in front of him, getting first place again. He was too engrossed in the game to notice that someone else walked into the room.

“Nice save.” Peach finally uttered, “Mind if I join in?”

She sat down next to him and picked up the second controller. For a second, she didn’t look over. She didn’t really want to acknowledge what had happened to him because really, what could she even say? “I’m sorry you got tortured to literal death then had to revive with that knowledge of what death feels like???”. Nah mate.

Ayato kept his gaze on the screen and waited until the race was over to respond to Peach. “Does it matter what I say Hero?” He responded coldly and felt a sharp jolt of pain in his hands, making him drop the controller. He scowled and waited until the pain stopped to pick it up.

He started up the next race and waited for Peach to pick her player.

#Peach #gitg

Press A to continue

“Oh come on!!” Ayato muttered under his breath and passed the player in front of him, getting first place again. He was too engrossed in the game to notice that someone else walked into the room.

songwritxr-blog

Kenopsia | Katsurou | Chpt. 5 | Open

There was no sound but a dull ringing in his ears.

He felt off-kilter, everything seemed grainy. His world was swimming, swirling. It was all wrong. Katsuki was dead. Katsuki was dead and he just stood there. He stood there and watched, he didn’t even try to help aside from vainly calling for his own death–which was quite the failure. He hurt all over, in his head, heart and the hand he had broken. It wasn’t a pretty sight for certain. He held onto a small hope of seeing Katsuki ‘round a corner. Not in spirit, but physical. Breathing. Alive. Seeing that is what would make him feel better.

He knew he’d never see that ever again.

He leaned against the wall and nearly burst into tears again. He had found someone he could share a life with. Someone he could really see growing old with and spending all of his time with. That dream of spending the rest of their years in some dream home together had been cruelly torn from his arms. Katsuki was dead, and that dream went with him. He was vaguely aware that he was smiling. Not of joy, but a broken and defeated smile. The smile of a man who’s been beaten down to the point that he’s accepted he won’t be getting back up. He was never anything but a fuck-up, he should’ve seen this coming.

Sure, he had his songwriting. But he didn’t get that from nowhere. He unwittingly took his dad’s job from him and had to live with the hurt on his old man’s face every day, knowing that he caused that. He had to deal with his warped view of friendship day in and day out, then reap the internal turmoil when someone didn’t actually want to be his friend. And now he had failed to save his boyfriend from execution.

Katsurou Mikazuki hated his own guts and he wasn’t afraid to admit it anymore. Come one, come all to his pity party. He was the worst human being on the planet as far as he was concerned. Suba and Calypso are greasy little fucks, but they didn’t fuck up saving someone from execution. Ayato is one of the most awful, disgusting people he’d ever encountered, but he didn’t fuck up saving someone from execution either.

He wound up in the infirmary, wincing as he ran his broken hand under the water before grabbing a roll of bandages. He winced, knowing that this was going to hurt. A lot. He bit his lip and started to tightly wrap his hand, his screams of pain loud but muffled, tears stinging his eyes as he bound his shattered hand. He whimpered when he finished, wiping at his wet face with a sleeve. Then he took off again. This time his destination was different.

The new floor. He wound up exploring around the rooms until he found his own. He finally had a room that he could call his own, but rather than feeling good or relieved, he just felt bitter about it. He instinctively reached for the doorknob with his left hand, only to feel searing pain lance through him. He bit back a yell, tears returning to his eyes. Using his right hand to open it this time, he got a good look at the inside before promptly ignoring it all and collapsing on the bed without even shutting the door.

He curled up into a ball there, and finally what he’d been holding in since his outburst after the execution was let out. He screamed his throat hoarse and cried until there were no tears left to cry. And then he just lay limply, expression dark and horrifyingly empty. There was no guarantee that Katsuki’s inevitable return could mend the wounds that that trial opened now that he had stopped caring about the mental barriers he had put up.

Ayato had spent the last few minutes in the diner waiting for his order to be finished when he heard a scream emitting from one of the other rooms. He picked up the food that had rolled out onto the bar and went to look for where the scream came from. He found himself standing in one of the areas where the personal rooms were, one of the doors had been left open so Ayato stepped foot into the room.

“Did the trial really mess with your head or something? Man you and Purple must have been super close or something....Too bad he failed in his murder attempt and killed someone else instead” He noticed the bandaged hand and took a few steps closer to Katsurou, stepping on the wounded hand. Katsurou seemed too out of it to even respond to the pain.

“I can’t get revenge on Purple for trying to kill me, but this works”

#Katsurou #Gitg

Ah? ⚖ Chapter 5 Start ⚖ Open

Ohito had found himself on the new floor without much delay. He’d yet to check the closed-off rooms, but he was skeptical at best about the diner—why did they need that kind of food here?—and the arcade was noisy enough to drive him off.

He soon ended up in the hobby room, and while the shelves were so close he had to negotiate his way along sideways, there were some interesting things to be found here. Most of them he had no idea how to use, of course, but there were some more books here. He hadn’t read anything in a while, though he wasn’t sure why. There was a library kind of room here, wasn’t there? And there was a pinkish book he was carrying around for… for some reason…

B-but anyway, novels! Novels were good. This one looked good. He’d just…

He picked out a book and pushed its bin back into place only for something to bump into his shoulder. He jumped and glanced over at the source.

“Oh… Sorry… Am I in your way…?”

After the pain of being kicked multiple times, Ayato went to check out the new floor. His first stop was to the arcade where he grabbed a handheld console. “About time this place had something remotely fun...” He started playing while walking out of the room, trying not to bump into anything.

He glanced down at the console before yelling at Ohito. “......GET OUT OF MY SIGHT”

A Weight Off (On?) Your Shoulders ⚖ Chapter Four ⚖ Open

“Oh cry me a riv-” Ayato cut off suddenly when Ohito picked him up and threw him over his shoulder, stopping afterwards. What the fuck was this? Was he being put in a time out? What was he, four?

“You guys think I’m so horrible” Ayato laughed. “Oh, I’m just getting started, I can be so much worse, like you have no idea. PUT. ME. DOWN.” Ayato yelled as loudly as he could, possibly alerting anyone else nearby, just what he needed.

A Weight Off (On?) Your Shoulders ⚖ Chapter Four ⚖ Open

Ayato laughed watching Ohito’s reaction to having a dumbbell dropped on his foot. It obviously hurt him, he kicked away the heavy object and sounded the same non threatening self he always did. “But it’s fun...” Ayato imitated a whiny sounding tone, changing to a cold tone afterwards. “You’re not the boss of me”

Ayato walked away to pick up two more dumbbells, he held them up with a grin. “How many dumbbells to Bandage’s foot until it’s broken hm?” He walked back over and tried to stomp Ohito’s injured foot.

A Weight Off (On?) Your Shoulders ⚖ Chapter Four ⚖ Open

Ayato hadn’t made much progress exploring the newly opened floor when he heard the sound of weights coming from one of the machine rooms. He saw Ohito using one of the machines. There was a water cooler in one of the other room, Ayato left the area and filled up a few cups of water. “These should work…”

He made his way back to where Ohito was when the nutritionist suddenly sat up and greeted him. Ayato’s first instinct was to throw water on Ohito’s face, followed by throwing the paper cup at him.

“Oops, my bad” Ayato remained still for a few moments before he threw another cup filled with water at Ohito.

“…………”

It took Ohito a minute to register Ayato’s obvious attack, but honestly he was a little overheated anyway. The cold water was more of a blessing than a curse. Of course, if he actually said that, Ayato would probably dump some boiling water on him instead.

As it was, he just spluttered and managed to shuffle enough to let one of the cups roll off him. He was still exhausted, and with his glasses wet he could hardly tell what was going on.

Ohito didn’t react to the water and instead had a happy looking expression on his face, that wasn’t the wanted reaction. But what did he expect from someone who was just working out. Ayato frowned, somewhat annoyed. He spotted a dumbbell nearby. Perfect.

“How’s that room you hold so dearly holding up?” Ayato walked away and grabbed the heavy object, walked back over and dropped it on Ohito’s foot.

A Weight Off (On?) Your Shoulders ⚖ Chapter Four ⚖ Open

“Oops, my bad” Ayato remained still for a few moments before he threw another cup filled with water at Ohito.

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Waterlogged | Katsurou | Chpt. 3 | Open

There was no feeling in him right now. There was relief that Katsuki was not one of the bodies that were found at the bottom of the pool, but he still felt empty. Shattered, even. He just wanted to make friends and everyone be happy, but there was always a body followed by a trial and more death. They were stuck in a vicious cycle that kept repeating and it was hurting him.

Katsurou was only vaguely present in mind when he dove in and retrieved Sir Michael from the water. He didn’t have to worry about getting Kamiko, someone already had that covered. He didn’t look to see who. He was now soaked through, but he didn’t care. He only cared about two things right now: getting this over with and making sure Katsuki was okay. He busied himself with wringing out his shirt, not noticing someone approaching until the last second. He didn’t turn to see who it was, just continued removing as much water from his shirt as he could.

“…Hey.”

“Someone certainly looks defeated? I can’t tell with you honestly” Ayato walked closer over to Katsurou, he glanced over to the pool was tempted to push the songwriter into the water. “Oh, you like music right? Must be since it’s your talent after all” That was a very pointless question Ayato.

He took out a mp3 player from his bag and threw it at Katsurou’s head. “I was aiming for your leg, I was way off. But that’ll work” Ayato glanced at the bodies that were now out of the water, he walked over to Kamiko’s and nudged her with his boot.

“Which one are you exactly?” She’s dead and unable to answer your question.

#Katsurou #gitg

A shocking turn of events||Body reaction||Open

Ayato heard his name and looked at who was speaking to him. Peach walked over to him, grinning eerily and lifted him up. He quickly threw his bag onto the poolside before she threw him into the water. Ayato wouldn’t have minded but he couldn’t swim, having no feeling in his legs made it even worse.

“You’ll fucking pay for- gak” He struggled to keep himself afloat and submerged a few times. Ayato got close enough to the edge and pulled himself out of the water, he looked up and narrowed his eyes at Peach.

“At least you tried playing the murder game” Ayato rummaged through his bag and took out a doll that looked like Peach. “Good thing I kept this stupid thing” He tore off the dolls arms and legs before ripping the doll in half from the waist, throwing the pieces in the pool afterwards.

“Have fun with the pain.... Hero”

#Peach #gitg

A shocking turn of events||Body reaction||Open

Ayato was getting some ice from the pantry for his eye when the power went out. He left the room and used the walls to avoid walking into anything when the lights turned back on. “Much better...” Even with the lights back on, the bag of ice over his eye made seeing a bit difficult. An announcement rang from the speakers, the announcement of a body played twice.

Cries from the floor above him prompted him to head to the second floor where a hysterical Koume- Yeah. Ayato didn’t really care and walked past her to the third floor. A large amount of blood was by the swimming pool with a few others pointing down at the water.

“Oh, Red’s dead....so sad” He said nonchalantly and didn’t bother with even mentioning the second victim.

#Ayato #ggopen

sirmichaelthebara

But Nothing Changed | Ghosts In the Gym | Chapter 3 motive

Sir Michael wasn’t affected by the motive. Because of his lack of parents, he had absolutely nothing to worry about. You know, besides the lack of sleep and the potential deaths of his friends, but he was sure he could stop that.

“I wish I could find some way to comfort the others…” He thought. He then smiled.

“I know!” He ran up to the nearest student.

“Hey. You’re much stronger than you think you are. We’re all going to get through this, I promised!” He cheered, a little too loudly