Heads or Tails?

He wasn’t quite sure which question Shimi was answering to with his nod, but the extra pull on his sweater gave him a good idea. He tried to help his friend up with his grip on his arm, going slowly as to not make him feel any more then he did.

Looks like he didn’t have to anyways.

He just winced a bit, placing a comforting hand on Shimizu’s back. Maybe that would make him feel a bit better. He should probably give him some water as well, but glancing over at the cups on the table he decided they best leave that til they get to the cabins.

"You sure you want to move?"

"I… I don’t think I can move a-anymore…" he mumbled, leaning back against the table and breathing as slowly as he could to calm himself down. This really wasn’t his day.

He gritted his teeth, grabbing a napkin from the table to give to Shimi so he could wipe his mouth. His fear was slowly turning to anger. Fuck this village, fuck that bear. Fucking anything that had happened in this god forsaken hell hole.

He repeated his previous question. “Did you want me to carry you out of here?” He wanted to get out, get away from the awful food. He didn’t want to leave his friend however, no matter how much his gut was telling him to book it.

Shimizu gratefully took the napkin and wiped his mouth and nose, he still tasted his own vomit, not really a pleasant taste, or smell.

"Y.. Yeah, if you could…" he said as loudly as he could manage with his throat deciding that was a good time to turn into the fires of hell. Shimizu looked paler then before, as if he was about to faint. He even felt a bit light headed.

#ic #shslwizard #despair quest

Damien nodded once before pausing to figure out how he was going to go about this. He huffed for a quite second before shifting his arms and body, reaching under his friend's legs and lower back and lifting him up slowly, bridal style. Honestly he doubted anyone around them would give a shit at the moment.

Shimizu wasn't as heavy as he thought he would be, but he doubted he could carry him forever. "I'm going to head to the cabin." Then off he started to walk.

He walked slowly, as to not disturb his friend. It took the two a little while, but soon Damien got Shimizu in his bed with a bucket near on the ground. He himself sat on his own bed, hands clasped in front of him and staring at the ground.

He wasn’t quite sure which question Shimi was answering to with his nod, but the extra pull on his sweater gave him a good idea. He tried to help his friend up with his grip on his arm, going slowly as to not make him feel any more then he did.

Looks like he didn’t have to anyways.

He just winced a bit, placing a comforting hand on Shimizu’s back. Maybe that would make him feel a bit better. He should probably give him some water as well, but glancing over at the cups on the table he decided they best leave that til they get to the cabins.

"You sure you want to move?"

"I… I don’t think I can move a-anymore…" he mumbled, leaning back against the table and breathing as slowly as he could to calm himself down. This really wasn’t his day.

He gritted his teeth, grabbing a napkin from the table to give to Shimi so he could wipe his mouth. His fear was slowly turning to anger. Fuck this village, fuck that bear. Fucking anything that had happened in this god forsaken hell hole.

He repeated his previous question. "Did you want me to carry you out of here?" He wanted to get out, get away from the awful food. He didn't want to leave his friend however, no matter how much his gut was telling him to book it.

Shimi looked like shit. He approached cautiously, not knowing if the kid was going to throw up or not, however silently thinking that was probably a good idea. Get whatever was poisoned out of his system. Maybe if he led Shimizu outside…

He blinked when his friend grabbed his sweater, Damien lifting up his hands to grab Shimi’s arms to support him. He tried to keep a straight face, but it probably obvious to tell with his wide eyes that he wasn’t doing a good job of it.

He looked him up and down and gripped a little tighter on Shimi’s arms. “Can you walk?” He asked, noticing how shaky the other was. “Do you need me to carry you?” Shimi was tiny, he probably would be able to at least move him out of the town hall.

Probably.

He nodded slowly at Damien’s question. He was sure he’d be able to at least walk outside. He tried to pull himself up again, pulling on Damien’s sweater more, his free hand going straight back to the table. Once he was standing up, sorta, he felt his sickness hit him 10x as hard.

That was all it took for him to turn away from Damien as quickly as he could and empty the contents of his stomach onto the ground.

#ic #despair quest #emetophobia /-/-/-/

He wasn't quite sure which question Shimi was answering to with his nod, but the extra pull on his sweater gave him a good idea. He tried to help his friend up with his grip on his arm, going slowly as to not make him feel any more then he did.

Looks like he didn't have to anyways.

He just winced a bit, placing a comforting hand on Shimizu's back. Maybe that would make him feel a bit better. He should probably give him some water as well, but glancing over at the cups on the table he decided they best leave that til they get to the cabins.

"You sure you want to move?"

Damien felt sick. He was shaking and cursing under his breath, one hand covering his mouth and the other gripping the table filled with the poisoned food almost like a life line.

The food had been poisoned. The food had been fucking poisoned.

He stared at the apple that had rolled near his feet and in his anger, turned and kicked it. It landed hard against the wall, smashing into many pieces, leaving a stain. How could he had been so god damned stupid in thinking that the bear was telling the god damned truth.

He wanted to yell out, but instead his hands just found themselves in his hair. He clenched his teeth, feeling the sides of his eyes tingling. If he was going to admit it, he probably would at this point.

He was scared beyond belief.

He was about to book it out of the town hall, just like always when he remembered Shimizu. He turned to look at the kid, blinking for a bit. He brought his hands down and noticed they were shaking, a lot more then usual. He himself had only taken a few bites of the poisoned apple. Shimi had eaten a whole mix of the food.

He ended up walking towards the boy and standing next to him, just in case if the other needed some comfort against what had just happened.

After Monobears speech Shimizu managed to calm down his coughing. His throat still burned like no other. It hurt to even breath, so talking was out of the question.

He was visibly shaking as he tried to lift himself up to stand properly, he should have known something was up with the food. He should have seen this coming, but he didn’t. Like a goddamn idiot. The hand that gripped the table was white from how hard he held it, he couldn’t even feel it anymore when he finally let go.

When Damien made his way over, Shimizu grabbed onto his shirt to try and further lift himself. His legs just wouldn’t let him stand yet, and he felt like if he kept bent over everything in his stomach would come out. He’d rather not have that happen. He looked up at Damien, now finally seeing his expression was different from usual. He looked scared. At least that made two of them.

#ic #despair quest #emetophobia /-/-/-/

Shimi looked like shit. He approached cautiously, not knowing if the kid was going to throw up or not, however silently thinking that was probably a good idea. Get whatever was poisoned out of his system. Maybe if he led Shimizu outside...

He blinked when his friend grabbed his sweater, Damien lifting up his hands to grab Shimi's arms to support him. He tried to keep a straight face, but it probably obvious to tell with his wide eyes that he wasn't doing a good job of it.

He looked him up and down and gripped a little tighter on Shimi's arms. "Can you walk?" He asked, noticing how shaky the other was. "Do you need me to carry you?" Shimi was tiny, he probably would be able to at least move him out of the town hall.

Probably.

Damien felt sick. He was shaking and cursing under his breath, one hand covering his mouth and the other gripping the table filled with the poisoned food almost like a life line.

The food had been poisoned. The food had been fucking poisoned.

He stared at the apple that had rolled near his feet and in his anger, turned and kicked it. It landed hard against the wall, smashing into many pieces, leaving a stain. How could he had been so god damned stupid in thinking that the bear was telling the god damned truth.

He wanted to yell out, but instead his hands just found themselves in his hair. He clenched his teeth, feeling the sides of his eyes tingling. If he was going to admit it, he probably would at this point.

He was scared beyond belief.

He was about to book it out of the town hall, just like always when he remembered Shimizu. He turned to look at the kid, blinking for a bit. He brought his hands down and noticed they were shaking, a lot more then usual. He himself had only taken a few bites of the poisoned apple. Shimi had eaten a whole mix of the food.

He ended up walking towards the boy and standing next to him, just in case if the other needed some comfort against what had just happened.

He had just taken the third bite of his apple when Monobear had spoke. He stared at the bear, apple still in his hand and wide eyed, and when Shimi started to cough horribly he just stood there for a few seconds, frozen with fear.

The apple fell from his hand during that time.

Suddenly, Damien slammed his hand on the table, clenching the other into a fist. Normally he would have just sat back and shut up. Not this time no. He was furious.

"What the hell did you do to the food you fucker?!"

Damien looked around at all the people who were digging into the food. Being the person he was, he eyed the food warily. But....everyone looked fine.

Still, he didn't really want to chance touching at of the cooked stuff. So instead he grabbed himself an apple and took a few bites out of it.

They were so close to freedom he could taste it.

He-

He knew that voice.

Damien actually stared slack jawed at the tape, then back over to Monobear. He knew that voice and if he had gotten it on tape-

He shut his mouth closed and looked to the ground, still thinking.

He wasn't lying this time.

This was real.

Damien actually stood, flabbergasted. Was....was the bear serious? They were going to be let go from this hell?

He clenched his teeth together, keeping quiet. He didn't trust the bear any more then he could throw him but....if there was a chance to get of here, he'd take it.

Except of the other option. Fuck that other option.

shsldorks

A new set to explore! | Despair Quest

Damien sighed, staring at the now open sign on the new house. Remembering that the old new house had a ton of weapons in it, he was slightly curious about what this one could have, and if there was something he could do to prevent it. Still, he couldn’t seem to find the nerve to turn int the handle on the door yet. Instead he stood there, flipping the coin in his hand over and over again.

He kept getting heads. He scoffed.

He heard footsteps behind him and turned his head, stuffing the coin back into his pocket before taking a step back. He relaxed a little when he saw it was only Minori, but only a little.

"You curious too?" He asked, figuring what the answer was already.

shsldorks

Minori chuckled, a small smile present on their face when they stumbled upon Damien. Forced, sure, if you looked hard enough, but it was there.

"Of course, of course. There isn’t much better to do around here, yes? Might as well, look around, enjoy each other’s company, before someone else…"

They drift off, going silent for a little bit before shaking off what they’d said, speaking up again.

"Anywho. I take it you’d like to accompany me? Be my guest — I quite enjoy the company, to be honest."

Once Minori said that, his eyes narrowed slightly before he looked to the ground. He stayed quiet, knowing full well what the other meant.

"As long as we ignore the hell out of that bear and what ever he says.... we'll be fine. He's just...trying to get to us." He shook his head and looked back up again.

"Sure. We're here anyways." He stared at the door again, then huffed. "Here goes nothing," he muttered, reaching for the knob and turning it. He opened the door and...

Was met with a rather unsurprising room.

#ic #mysteriousmovieman

shsldorks

A new set to explore! | Despair Quest

Another trial, another new area unlocked. Minori only figured they should go check it out.

Still, they couldn’t get everything that’s been going on for the past few days out of their head — no one was coming to help them. This wasn’t a game, no, it definitely wasn’t. The first time it happened, they couldn’t help but think, maybe, just maybe, it still was a joke, one someone took a bit too seriously.

But a second time? It was harder to pass it off as anything but a joke after that.

Shaking it off, fidgeting with their ponytail for a little bit, they decided to head off towards the new house. Would anyone come with? Who knew, they didn’t mind either way.

#ic #mysteriousmovieman #despair quest

Damien sighed, staring at the now open sign on the new house. Remembering that the old new house had a ton of weapons in it, he was slightly curious about what this one could have, and if there was something he could do to prevent it. Still, he couldn't seem to find the nerve to turn int the handle on the door yet. Instead he stood there, flipping the coin in his hand over and over again.

He kept getting heads. He scoffed.

He heard footsteps behind him and turned his head, stuffing the coin back into his pocket before taking a step back. He relaxed a little when he saw it was only Minori, but only a little.

"You curious too?" He asked, figuring what the answer was already.

Let's See What We Have Now [Despair Quest Open]

He watched her walk off a bit before sighing again and following her, stuffing his hands into his pockets. “What do you think opened up this time?”

"How the fuck am I supposed to know." She shrugged a little

He huffed. "You could have just given a guess....there could be another be another store, or a cellar-" He stopped in his tracks, noticing the now open door on one of the new houses. He quietly stared at it, then glanced over at Hiruko.

"You want to open the door?"

Let's See What We Have Now [Despair Quest Open]

"Because I don’t want to have to go through with that fucking trial shit anymore!" He snapped back, fists clenching. He paused, then sighed, running a hand through his hair. "All of this is complete bullshit and…I don’t want anyone to die anymore."

She was silent for a second before turning back around and starting back the way she was going.

"Fine. Come on then."

He watched her walk off a bit before sighing again and following her, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "What do you think opened up this time?"

Let's See What We Have Now [Despair Quest Open]

He stopped in his tracks at her sharp tone. Eyeing her for a second, he just shrugged. “I wanted to make sure you didn’t do anything stupid.”

He was starting to regret this already.

"I’m not gonna do anything stupid. I’m just going to see if there’s a new building." She snapped, "Why do you even care, anyway?"

"Because I don't want to have to go through with that fucking trial shit anymore!" He snapped back, fists clenching. He paused, then sighed, running a hand through his hair. "All of this is complete bullshit and...I don't want anyone to die anymore."

Let's See What We Have Now [Despair Quest Open]

Damien had been sitting outside the boys cabin alone when he noticed Hiruko head towards the new houses. He wondered why she was heading there, but then slowly realized why. His mouth formed a firm line as he thought about going after her.

He wanted to be alone. After 2 murders and 2 executions, he couldn’t trust anyone in this place. But after her little outburst at the trial he wasn’t sure if she was going to be a target or not…and he sure as hell didn’t want to deal with another one of those fucking trials.

He stood up and sighed, then walked after her. “Akahina-san, wait.”

Hiruko didn’t seem to notice Damien until he spoke up, turning to face him when he did, quite obviously not happy to be seeing some one else at all.

"What do you want."

He stopped in his tracks at her sharp tone. Eyeing her for a second, he just shrugged. "I wanted to make sure you didn't do anything stupid."

He was starting to regret this already.

Let's See What We Have Now [Despair Quest Open]

Last time a new house was opened, this time it’s probably the same, Hiruko’s officially a pattern genius. SHSL Pattern right here.

Either way she decided that since there was a new room open, and since she didn’t actually trust anyone after she was outed at the trial, it was probably a good idea to go check it out since really that was the only thing to do other than hang out with Minori or Norio, while the former of the two wouldn’t be that bad Norio was pretty insufferable and she really didn’t want to deal with him this early.

So her mind had been made up and after slipping on her shoes and jacket she headed out to see what was new.

Damien had been sitting outside the boys cabin alone when he noticed Hiruko head towards the new houses. He wondered why she was heading there, but then slowly realized why. His mouth formed a firm line as he thought about going after her.

He wanted to be alone. After 2 murders and 2 executions, he couldn't trust anyone in this place. But after her little outburst at the trial he wasn't sure if she was going to be a target or not...and he sure as hell didn't want to deal with another one of those fucking trials.

He stood up and sighed, then walked after her. "Akahina-san, wait."