Hugo

[shsl-meatboy]

o shit whaddup? (closed starter for dat boi)

[prettyflyforaboardguy]

Takeo had been… not in the best state after the trial. With the passing of time, however, he’ll be fine. Time always helps. So does distracting himself with people! He love talking to people, honestly. So that’s why he ends up walking into the lounge- to track down someone to hang out with.

And he finds just that! A person peeking over the back of the couch, oblivious to his approach…

Well, sneaking up on someone is rude.Time to make his presence known.

“Hey there! What’s up?”

His greeting is accompanied by a small smile and a wave. He has a totally friendly air about him, it’s almost contagious.

[shsl-meatboy]

Hugo wasn’t paying attention at all, and this led to the other kid catching him off guard. He turned to face the guest, and noticed them smiling. He grinned back, and gave a friendly wave. He recognized him from the trial, but couldn’t recall his name; it was a bit embarrassing. But they seemed friendly enough, so Hugo hoped they didn’t mind.

He set his notepad in his lap, and flipped it open to a new page. He hadn’t spoken to too many people so far, but in a situation like this, he had to if he wanted to keep his spirits up. These people were his classmates, so he ought to get to know them. He wrote something down on the notepad, and then held it up for Takeo to see. 

“Hello! Nothing much has been going on, so I haven’t been doing anything besides sitting around really. It’s been a bit dull. I don’t believe we’ve met before, though. I’m Hugo, what’s your name?” 

He held the notepad with one hand, and extended the other for Takeo. It was always good to meet new people.

[shsl-meatboy]

o shit whaddup? (closed starter for dat boi)

(Read: Takeo)

Hugo had been feeling a bit tentative since the trial. Naturally, it was a bit nerve-wracking to be around so many potentially dangerous people, so he was being cautious. He was still trying to keep up with the lives of his classmates though. He’d been speaking to them, and making sure everyone was staying alright. 

He really hoped everyone was alright.

Hugo had gone to the storage room after the trial to pick up some things he felt it would be a good idea to grab, and he had them with him now. He had a notepad tucked under his arm and a pen behind his ear. Since he was confident that no one besides Madoka really spoke sign language, he’d just have to use this writing to communicate with the other students. He had been using it for doodles too, mostly of the robots and various sci-fi gadgets he was always reading about.

Hugo made his way into the lounge and took a seat on the sofa. He twisted around in his seat to try and take a look at the fireplace behind him, and watch the crackling flames. He turned his entire body around, until he had his knees on the couch, and he was leaning over the back to peer into it. It was entrancing. 

[kevinbolk]

[despairtrigger-blog]

The Thin Line Between Life and Death

<<SUMIRE SUMIDA HAS BEEN FOUND GUILTY>>

<<COMMENCING EXECUTION…>>

  Sumire was dragged at blinding speeds from the trial room, rightfully declared guilty for the crime she had committed. She was being dragged her throat no less, so her pain was an unbearable one, but she’d been through worse… she was surrounded by pitch black, and it soon enough consumed her senses to the point that her mind couldn’t control her senses anymore. She blacked out soon enough.

  When Sumire came to, she was being held up by her hair. She didn’t exactly react at first, but that’s because she was more aware of the fact that her feet were not on or anywhere near solid ground. She let her eyes open and found that she was several yards off of the ground, being carried by someone who was climbing a ladder. She slowly reached up and grabbed their hand to ease her pain a little, trying to look up and see who it was. The hand was cold. And whoever it was, was in a black and white body suit. She couldn’t see their face, but she could see that her hair was now in a ponytail, and she was wearing a silky red leotard, encrusted with beautiful red crystals. Her sleeves were sheer, and clung to her skin as her senses heightened and allowed her to become uncomfortably aware of her surroundings. Before she knew it, the performer was dragging her over the edge of a platform, releasing her and backing away into the shadows. She picked herself up and winced, patting her head and looking around. The room was almost entirely dark, except for two overhead lights illuminating a long, thin rope. The platform she stood on resembled one she would normally start her performances on, allowing her to deduce that this was a circus rope. Music played faintly, and a light shove from a figure that she couldn’t see allowed her to believe that she was to walk across this thing. Easy enough. She took a step out and instantly began sliding. And with that, she groaned and slipped to her hands. She dangled from the rope’s mid-point, and looked down to her feet. They had been left bare, and were bleeding from the abrasiveness of the rope. Her hands burned, and she looked up to see that they, too, had begun to bleed. The rope was very old, splintering and creaking. She winced, but began to pull herself together, as well as closer to the rope. She might as well try to stand on it. Just holding on would kill her arms, and she couldn’t exactly see a net below. As she began to regain her balance, she took a deep breath. Only to have it shook out of her by a sudden jostling of the rope. She quickly regained her balance, but didn’t dare move. She looked from side to side, seeing two shadowy figures emerge on either end. Both wore black and white suits and masks, moving like willows closer and closer down the rope. Sumire could hear the straining of the rope beneath her, and only bit her lip as it dug deeper and deeper into her wounds. Were these two… human, she wondered briefly? In this place, it wouldn’t surprise her…

  With time they only encroached closer and closer, so dangerously close. Sumire crouched down and held on to the rope as tightly as she could in hopes that this was just some mind trick of the young host’s doing. However… all movement stopped. She slowly looked up to see that both figures had stopped on either side of her. They only stared down at her with empty gazes for a silent moment. A gruelling, intensely silent moment. Before Sumire could say a word, they both leapt up in the air. Sumire’s eyes widened and she watched helplessly as they both landed at the exact same time on the rope, snapping the thin string in two. Sumire felt the only grounding she had disappear entirely from under her. Her breathing hitched in her throat as she watched the ceiling slowly grow increasingly distant. It was strange, but… Sumire felt calm. She even closed her eyes, waiting for her body to make impact with the ground and steal her life away for having done the same. She could see the smiling face of Kin’ya, almost as if it were imprinted on her eyelids. She could see Haruhisa… his life as she raised him, their precious son… she could feel tears welling in her eyes, but this was halted by the sickening sound of slicing flesh. Her eyes snapped open, and she looked over her shoulder to see the two beings who had sealed her fate on the rope. Or rather, what remained of them. Straining her eyes, she could see the faint glimmer of a wire net only a few yards below, thin and taut enough to have sliced her assailants to ribbons. Sumire only watched the net grow closer, almost as if everything were in slow motion, before she closed her eyes for one last glimpse of her beautiful, happy family. The one she was leaving behind in order to keep them safe…

  This would be the last thing Sumire would ever see, before her body would be sliced into unidentifiable chunks of what was once, Sumire Akamine.

Sumire Sumida, the Super High School Level Funambulist, has been executed.

[despairtrigger-blog]

ANNOUNCEMENT

Everyone remained in the estate lobby for a few minutes, some paying their respects to Ayame, some weeping and sobbing out of fear, some inspecting the attic door. Ayame was alive just a little while ago… was life so easy to lose in this place…?

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[despairtrigger-blog]

ANNOUNCEMENT

It’s been pretty quiet for the past few days, since the rather ghastly young host informed you all of an equally ghastly motivator he could hold over your heads. And, well, has. Given the paintings of you friends and family hung around the manor. Boy, does Monoko love being literal.

Everyone is simply… biding their time, pacing anxiously and hiding in their rooms for the most part in attempts to avoid death themselves. Some of us however… aren’t.

All you hear in the chilling silence is a blood curtling scream, followed by a few loud thumps and bumps, before the silence returns. You hurry from your location towards the source of the sound… only to find a crowd slowly forming in the center of the lobby. Monoko stands at the top of the staircase, staring down at the scene, chest heaving with breath and eyes cold. Some students express horror, some disgust, and some anger, and the closer you grow, you finally see why.

Ayame Suzuki lays unceremoniously in a growing pool of her own blood, her neck and limbs contorted in harsh angles.

You try to find where your reaction lies amongst others, when the slow clomping of Monoko’s feet one by one down the staircase catches your attention. Before the first person can ask why, he points sharply at the door at the top of the stairs. You know this door to be locked, apparently leading to the attic. It’s covered in claw marks and dents, with a very distinct crack breaking through it’s center.

“Little bitch was trying to bust down that door, thinking her stupid bag and her family would be behind it. They aren’t. So as a warning, I will let you all know now: destruction of the estate is strictly prohibited. Anyone caught doing anything to intentionally harm this estate will be punished severely, no questions asked. I hope you all… take heed to this warning. Dismissed.”

[shsl-meatboy]

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[shslgardengirl]

Again, he seemed to be gesturing. Quickly, with small, controlled movements, and in no particular direction, and– “Oh. Oh! You’re talking! With your hands, I mean!” Everything suddenly  made a bit more sense, and Hanako felt kind of ridiculous for not noticing in the first place. Though she guessed it didn’t really matter in this particular instance, since he’d been able to help her figure out her ID without uttering a word. “I, um, don’t know what you’re saying, though. Sorry.” It was a shame–he seemed so nice and patient with her, she would have loved to know what he was signing. He didn’t need to say anything for Hanako to know his information, though, which she was supremely grateful for. Hugo Mateus…goodness, that was a long name, and not to mention from a language she didn’t recognize. “Hugo… okay, Hugo.” She could get that, at least. And his height! One-hundred-ninety-three centimeters–she didn’t doubt that for a second, what with her head just reaching his chin. She figured she should reciprocate, and brought up her own information again, holding it out for him to see. “And, thank you for teaching me to do this!" 

[shsl-meatboy]

When Hanako pointed out that he was talking to her, Hugo nodded vigorously. He was glad he could get that much across of course. It was a bit unfortunate, though, that she couldn't understand. He frowned, but wanted to tell her she didn't need to apologize. He simply waved his hands in front of him. Nonverbal communication was never easy.

He nodded when she said his name. He gave a friendly wave, confirming that yes, that’s him. In turn, she showed him her own card, with her own information on it. 

So her name was Hanako, and she was a gardener! That was a great talent! Then again, Hugo saw every talent as a “great talent,” but that didn’t make him any less impressed. She seemed tall-ish (not next to himself, obviously, but relative to most of the other girls he’d seen). He smiled back at her. He was glad he could help her out with her trouble. It had been a help to him too; Hanako had distracted him from the situation, and he was feeling a bit better by now.

That didn’t mean things weren’t becoming awkward though. Hugo wasn’t exactly sure what he should say; Hanako didn’t understand sign language, and he wasn’t going to speak, so communication would be a bit difficult unless he could find something to write with, and something to write on. He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, and looked up at the ceiling. He wasn’t sure what to do now.

[shsl-meatboy]

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[shslfairyqueen-blog]

Madoka watched this kid as he attempted to compose himself, and failed miserably. She gave an exasperated sigh in response, and watched him curl up again. His hands were in the air, and she watched his fingers as they contorted to form some patterns she was relatively familiar with. 

Another sigh.

“Look big guy, you don’t have to apologize. What you need to do is get up. If you’re not gonna stop crying, then at least save face. You look weak like this, and given what the pipsqueak said, that’s not a very good look to have around here.” she grumbled, standing and putting her hands on her hips. Look at Madoka, calling Monoko a pipsqueak. Laughable.

“So do what you want kid, cry in the corner like a lamb waiting for slaughter, or hold it in until you’ve got some time for yourself. This is not the place to lose it.” With that, Madoka turns and begins walking away from this ball of fear laying against the wall, attempting to look so cool giving him some motivational words of wisdom from her all knowing mind. She doesn’t even know where the fuck she’s going she’s walking away though. Someone please stop her.

[shsl-meatboy]

Hugo couldn’t help but squirm in response to the girl. She was a bit frightening to him, and she didn’t want him to be crying. Well he didn’t want to be crying, or be seen crying for that matter, so he wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do. It was, however, a slight reassurance that she spoke sign language; she was the first one here who could understand him!

He tried to sign again, just to make sure. “Can you understand sign language?” If she responded, it probably meant she did.

But regardless, she was right. Hugo was making himself seem weak by crying in a corner like this, and it certainly wasn’t make him any less of a target. But what else was he supposed to do? He could go find somewhere alone, but there was always the risk of someone finding him, and he didn’t really like being alone; he needed someone with him. 

Perhaps... 

Hugo crawled after the girl, and wrapped his arms around her waist to stop her. He quickly moved his hands off of her, and signed a hasty apology. “My name is Hugo. May I come with you please?” He looked up at her, still on the floor. He didn’t want to be alone right now, and she was the only person he could talk to really.

[despairtrigger-blog]

If things go right, we can frame it

It has been an extremely tense week or so since you woke up on the dusty old rug adorning the manor’s entryway floor, locked in and surrounded by total strangers. You met the… delightful little host, Monoko, who told you that the only way you could escape was to kill someone else in this manor and get away with it. Surprisingly, no one has cracked from these circumstances alone, and everyone is still roaming about in one piece, more or less. With all of the supplies offered inside of the mansion, you’ve begun to think that being stuck here until someone can come to help you wouldn’t be so bad. Cozy furnishings, running water, working plumbing, it seems like a normal house, minus the utter lack of bathing accommodations. And the smell festering thereof. All is calm.

“OI, ASSHOLES!~”

Psych.

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[shslpoetminho]

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After the strange black and white child finished his speech, Minho was left feeling more confused than anything else. This is certainly not a school. It’s a dusty old mansion by the looks of it. Being sprawled across the carpet with all these other people was not doing him any good. In fact, he kind of hated this place. There are too many people around him, and it’s way too.. open here.

Paying another glance around at the other students, Minho slowly climbed to his feet. Nobody here stuck out to him. These are all strangers. It was uncomfortable to say the least.

Minho swiped through his electronic ID, not exactly taking time to read anything. Just skimming through the device’s contents. There were better things to do than stand around here and do nothing.

Such as finding a small dark place to hide himself within, so that this may all pass come the morning, for this may just be a prank that will blow over soon.

Minho immediately kicked his sandals off and bolted away from the crowd, to the right of the huge room, slipping into the first dark room he could find. He didn’t bother with the light switch. He simply used his electronic ID to light the way. 

It seems he’s found his way into a bathroom. It’s not an ideal place, but it will have to do. Minho darted into one o the stalls and hopped up onto the toilet seat, and there he crouched. He let himself rest his weight against the back of the toilet, while keeping his feet on both sides of the seat, careful not to let his ID fall in the water as he wrapped the device with his handkerchief and popped it into his bathrobe’s pocket- the pocket that doesn’t have the huge hole in it.

There the poet sat. Perched in a stall, in a dark and creepy bathroom.

He was fine with this.

[shsl-meatboy]

Hugo couldn’t help but feel disoriented after the monochrome boy finished speaking. Murder and death and kidnapping and such were all such adult business; they were just kids. This isn’t the kind of stuff they should be thinking of. And yet, there they were. 

Hugo twiddled his thumbs while he stood in the middle of crowd. He was trying to remain calm, but it was almost as if everyone had their eyes on him, and he could feel sweat beading at his brow. He slipped in between the smaller students, avoiding making eye contact or bumping into anyone, until he found his way to a door. It was the bathroom.

He pushed the door open, and slid in. It was quieter in here. Maybe he should just go into one of the stalls, rather than just gawk in the entrance way. He turned on a light so he could see his way through the room, and walked over to one of the stalls. The lights had been off, so Hugo must’ve been alone.

Guess again, sucker. 

Hugo opened the stall door, finding a boy perched on the toilet seat. He’d been expecting it to be empty, and he was a bit surprised. Rather than close the door though, Hugo simply stood there, trying not to look at the person on the toilet. He waves sheepishly.

This is how you make friends.

[shsl-meatboy]

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[shslfairyqueen-blog]

Madoka was one of the few students who were very loudly protesting at the loss of their devices and at being locked up in this extremely creepy, dusty old mansion, tiny hands on her tiny hips and dust resting unceremoniously in her pastel pink hair. And on top of this, they were being told to kill people? Madoka thinks this is the fucking trifecta of time to outie she does not deserve this kind of treatment. She had her eyes locked on the boy at the front of the room, and just as she was about to take her first step toward beating the crap out of him until he let her go and ended this little prank, a rather tall guy broke her line of vision. She narrowed her eyes and watched him now, her eyebrow quirked as he slumped against the wall all by his lonesome. Was he crying?

And of course, upon closer inspection, Madoka would find that he indeed was. She boasted an air of disgust. He had to be a man in a situation like this, but this dude was in pieces. She sighed, dusting off her hair and smoothing out the hip length tresses. Looks like she had to go over there and deal with this…

Madoka walked calmly through the crowd her height letting her go relatively unnoticed toward the guy who sat against the wall, and stopped just over him. She watched him quietly, with her arms folded and her weight shifted onto one side. After a few moments of silence, she sighed and squatted down to about eye level with him.

“Oi, why are you crying big guy, shouldn’t you be standing all tall and strong or something for the people in here who can’t do it on their own?” she asked coldly. Madoka of course, did not feel that she needed that. But looking around… some sort of did.

[shsl-meatboy]

Hugo looked up while he was crying to himself, and silently hoped the girl wasn’t approaching him. He squirmed to himself. Where else would she be going? He wasn’t sure what he’d done wrong, but already knew he didn’t want to get in trouble. He’ have to apologize to her once she explained to him what it was he did.

This girl was really young, wasn’t she? She was really small, and her outfit… well, even though Hugo liked its cuteness and colors, it did seem a bit childish. Like a fairy, he thought. All of that indicated that she must be a kid. Hugo never liked children; too many of them were bullies, at least in his experience. Perhaps that was an overreaction.

In spite of her small size, Hugo was feeling intimidated. It would seem ridiculous to an observer: a tiny girl angrily lecturing a much taller boy. He felt his lip twitch, and sniffled before wiping the tears from his eyes. This girl was right, he shouldn’t be so selfish. He ought to be setting a good example for the others, not sitting in a corner sobbing…

But he couldn’t help it.

His eyes started selling up again, and he curled further inward. He signed, “Sorry,” not sure if she’d understand. He hoped she did, but it was a slim chance. He looked down at her shoes, refusing to look her in the eyes.

[shsl-meatboy]

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[shslgardengirl]

Was he… gesturing about something? Hanako wasn’t entirely certain, though she could tell he looked uncomfortable. Then again, with everything that was going on… she took a quick glance back towards the middle of the room, where the child and a number of the others still stood. Yeah, just about any negative emotion he might be having was probably warranted.

Besides that, though, it looked like he was going to help her! She craned her neck to get a clear view of what the other teenager was doing with his card. It… seemed simple enough, though Hanako reminded herself not to underestimate her own ineptitude with any sort of technology.  When he took his ID back, Hanako tried to mimic his actions on her own card, holding it out in a way they both would be able to see,

“So if I press here, then I press here, then… Ah! That’s me!” Her student profile popped up, complete with a photo, her height, and her weight, and… goodness, where did that information come from? “That’s strange, isn’t it? How does it know all that?” It was mostly rhetorical, as Hanako didn’t imagine this boy near the wall knew any more than she did. “Does yours have all that on there, too?”

[shsl-meatboy]

Hugo watched as the girl turned on the device, making sure she was using it properly. When she reached her profile, he smiled and nodded. It wasn’t really that difficult, but some people just weren’t any good with technology. He glanced at her profile when it came up, trying to see her name. He knew it was a bit rude of him; if she’d wanted him to know who she was, she’d have introduced herself already. 

He sighed and shrugged his shoulders at her question. He didn’t really have any idea, still being a bit disoriented from the whole “waking up and being told to kill someone” thing. That tends to take the forefront of one’s mind. He began signing again; he wasn’t sure if she understood, but if she did, it would make things easier. Maybe someone else who spoke did know sign language would notice and lend a hand.

“I really don’t know. They could have investigated us while we were knocked out... maybe. It’s just a possibility.”

He didn’t feel confident in his suggestion, but had gone and shared it anyway. Nice going asshole, if she understood you, she’d probably think it was a stupid idea. Hugo nodded when she asked about his information, opening the tab containing his profile and handing it to her, so she could see his information.

[shsl-meatboy]

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[shslgardengirl]

There were only three things she usually kept on her person, so the first thing Hanako did, after her rigid limbs became decidedly less rigid and she could push herself off the ground, was to check to make sure those three things remained where they belonged. First, her hair–the flower was there. Good, she didn’t know how she’d be able to replace that. The second, her phone–the old brick that she usually kept in her left pocket–that seemed to be missing. Well, at least it wouldn’t be too expensive to replace. Third, in her right pocket, her–oh! This was new. Instead of a seasonally appropriate seed packet was a card, one that lit up when she took it out of her pocket and changed the display, seemingly randomly. Was she doing something to make it change? Maybe?

Like anything vaguely resembling a computer or tablet, it was incomprehensible to Hanako. It was confusing enough that she was more that willing to focus on the small, relatively-easy-to-handle problem she could hold in her hand rather than the child spinning a fantasy about murder and staying forever, because… that’s what children did. She knew. They made things up for attention, and they’d stop if they didn’t get any. So she focused on her card, and not on Monoko. After a minute or so, though, it became abundantly clear that this advanced technology wasn’t gonna be something Hanako figured out on her own. She needed some help, help in the form of…

Ah-HA! Hanako spotted someone over by the side of the room, fiddling with their own card’. Even if they were just as confused as she was, they’d have to be a little better with the technology than she was, on the sole virtue of not being her. As casually as she could with her still-mildly-achy body, and still actively ignoring Monoko to the very best of her abilities, she walked over to the tall student and joined him near the wall.

And wow, was he tall. It seemed like he was at least half a foot taller than Hanako, enough that she had to physically look up at him when she made her request. “Ah, excuse me!” She paused for a moment, fiddling with her own ID, to no further success. “I have one of these too. And… I don’t really know how to use it. Are you having any luck?”

[shsl-meatboy]

Hugo was sobbing in the corner, out of the sight of everyone else. He didn’t want them to see; it was embarrassing. He was trying to drown out the room’s sounds, but it wasn’t any use at all. Sure enough, someone ended up noticing him, and walked over to greet him. 

He stiffened a little when she approached him, edging himself away from her as she approached. Then again, he wasn’t sure what she wanted... oh, it was just a question about the IDs. Hugo looked at the one in his hand, and tapped on it to open the screen. It was an interesting piece of machinery, and Hugo noted its design. He hadn’t paid much attention to it before, but to compact all the necessary information into the space of a card! 

That’s right, the girl needed help! His face turned a bright red, and he scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. He had gotten scared over nothing; he hoped he didn’t hurt her feelings. He began moving his hands, signing “Sorry,” before he realized she might not know sign language. It didn’t matter much though; it wouldn’t get in the way of trying to be helpful, he hoped.

Hugo held his own ID out for the girl to see, pointing out his name on the main screen. Next, he simply tapped the screen, and it opened to show numerous functions: a map, their student profile, and a list of students, among other things. When he tapped on a particular section, that section took up the screen, displaying whatever application it was he had clicked on. 

After showing off the functions, he took back the ID, and smiled a the girl, hoping she had understood his silent explanation. If she hadn’t, and she’d let him, he would be willing to help again; it was really no trouble, and working with machines and electronics, even one as simple as this, was always calming to him. Helping her could distract him from what was going on with that boy.

[shsl-meatboy]

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Hugo woke up with a pain in his back. He didn’t know what had caused it, but it hurt a lot! He didn’t like it very much. He wasn’t sure where he was, but as he dusted himself off, he looked around the room, taking things in. It was... a nice place, with ornate decorations. This room alone was larger than Hugo’s home! He began to sweat. Was this Hope’s Peak? No... it didn’t look anything like a school. Although, these people around him all appeared to be his age. Were they students too? 

Then... Then the boy showed up. He said his name was Monoko, and said that they were trapped here. He said that they were going to have to kill each other, didn’t he? What was that supposed to mean? They were kids, they couldn’t kill each other. And they were trapped? Why? Who would do this? Was it a joke, because if it was it was in sincerely bad taste! So many thoughts were going through Hugo’s mind, and he was having trouble containing them all.

This wasn’t how things were supposed to go. Hugo was going to Japan to make his family proud! He’d be building prestige, not getting kidnapped and being forced to kill people! He shook his head, no... He could feel himself starting to cry. Already his eyes were watering up, and he was shivering a little bit. He didn’t want to think about what that boy said... no. He couldn’t be scared either. He wiped his tears away, but it didn’t do much. His eyes were watering, and the smile he was trying to hold was wavering. Oh god... 

Hugo stepped away from the crowd, walking over to the wall of the room, where he slumped over. Kill each other... Kill another student... What an upsetting notion. He slumped over against the wall and began fiddling with his ID card. He needed to distract himself, what was he supposed to do?

[despairtrigger-blog]

GAME START

Hope’s Peak Academy. A school founded on hope, devoted to finding the world’s most talented, elite teenagers and cultivating their abilities in order to create the brightest possible future for society: one filled with clean, pure hope. It has been successful thus far, not a single bump in the road. Of course, as unbridled success normally does, Hope’s Peak’s officials were lulled into a state of calm. As long as they could continue to successfully recruit students and strive for excellence, they didn’t much care for the small personal disputes that occurred within their walls, so long as it didn’t blemish their pristine reputation. This led way to many cases of bullying between students, hazings on newcomers, and even small scale feuds among rivaling students. If a parent was concerned, they were paid off for their silence. Looking at the grand premise of the school grounds from the outside, you would feel nothing but pride for the progress society had made since the creation of the school. But what was held within the school was a dark, bitter energy that sprung it’s madness at every corner.

You are a new student at this greatest of academies, and you are none the wiser of these incidents. As you take a few nervous yet hearty steps up to the academy gates, your vision begins to weaken, however. Everything goes black. You can’t move. What’s happening..?

This continues for moments, but you finally feel your senses stir. You can hear a faint giggle, but it’s blocked out quickly by an intense pain in your skull, and the unbearable stiffness of your limbs. You fight to open your eyes, and your vision is spotty, but sure enough you manage to awaken yourself. You are face down on a dusty old carpet, which covers a dull hardwood floor. The space you reside in seems rather open, with dark red walls, a grand staircase, a beautiful crystal chandelier dangling precariously from a 16 foot ceiling, and the bodies of 23 other students scattered on the floor around you.

Wait. Bodies?

Yes, bodies.

Unconscious bodies. Everyone appears to be about the same age as you are, and all suffering from the same discomforts. As you all pick yourselves up from the ground and try to make some sense of your surroundings, you realize that they are very unfamiliar. A few of you begin to panic even, gripping at your pockets and bodies for your bags or your phones in order to get ahold of someone who can tell you what you may have done to be where you are right now. You don’t know a single person in this room, of course you aren’t going to ask them. You all realize, however, that your are empty handed, except for a small card.

No bigger than your average credit/debit card, it flashes to life almost as soon as you hold it up. You can see your name, your personal information, this card displays almost everything. How do you even work this thing? Some are furious, yelling even. Where are our phones, our several hundred dollar bags, and how the hell does someone have all this information? The card bears the HPA insignia, but… this clearly isn’t the school. What kind of a game is this?!

“Wow, you are a noisy bunch, aren’t you?”

Everyone stops at the sound of a rather young child addressing them. Following the sound, you all turn and see what appears to be a child no older that 12 years of age, with black and white hair and a face mask. He is simply watching from afar, eyes flickering about to each face. You cringe as he meets your gaze: One eye is a dark grey color, the other is fully red; sclera and all. You question if it’s even real, it almost entire transfixes your attention, but he resumes speaking.

“Now that you lazy bums are up at least, I can go ahead and get introductions out of the way. My name is Monoko! I’m gonna be your guiding light for the next few… forevers. It’s nice to meet you all! And don’t worry about introducing yourselves, I already know everything about all of you! Isn’t that handy?”

He watches you all for another few moments and sighs after a period of silence.

“Too strong, I guess I gotta back off in my approach… but now is the part where I get a good explanation out of the way!”

“Welcome to your new home! This estate and all that it has to offer shall become your whole world for the rest of your lives! It’ll be fun, you all get to live with me forever! Well, some of you probably. Why only some of you? Don’t be stupid, no one lives forever. But it’s also because… living here isn’t all you guys get to do. That would be sooooo boring, y’know? I say… we play a little game. Not really a little game since it, you know, deals with life and death, but you get what I mean.”

Life and death..?

“You see, what you all get to play is a mutual killing game. All of you are strangers more or less, so it should be pretty easy! You all see this door behind me? It’s locked tight, and nothing is gonna bust it down. All the other exits? Barred, locked, you name it; no one is escaping. You want out? There’s only one way: one of you must kill somebody in this room and get away with it. If you do, you get to leave everybody here in the dust. If you don’t… ohohoho, let’s just say you’ll be in for a nasty little surprise.”

“Enough of my ramblings, though. Now that you’ve all been acquainted with your situation by none other than your charming host, why don’t you all look around and get to know your new home~? The little card you all found in your pockets will help you. Have fun, and feel free to ask questions~!”

Monoko simply stands in silence at the front of the room, watching you all and your cacophony of reactions to this sudden, dreadful news. The only thing on your mind is the same one perforating everyone else’s thoughts…

What are you going to do?

**MAPS UNLOCKED: ESTATE MANOR**

**MONOKO IS NOW AVAILABLE AS AN RP PARTNER!! TAG ANY STARTERS #HEYMONOKO FOR RESPONSE FROM THE HOST. OTHERWISE, INVESTIGATION START!! GOOD LUCK!!**

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Woman: Goodbye little bird!

[Bird flies into a window]

Crowd: Augh!

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