my nyas? | aona | trial 5.3 | re: ryuunosuke, yuuichirou
Hopeless. It was ridiculously hopeless.
Of course, Aona was doing her best to restrain herself here⊠no matter how much she wanted to blow up and punch someone in the face. They had so much against her, arguing just wouldnât get her anywhere⊠probably.
âYou really think Iâm a queenâŠ? Awww, thatâs so cute, eheeeee⊠because I totally am.â
Is⊠that all she got out of that entire retort? Apparently it was. She stood there for a second, shaking her head, and then looking up glare daggers at everyone individually.
âSillies! You donât need a lot of money to run a murder game when someone else is employing you to run it! Of course, Iâm not being payed in money, though. Iâm getting paid in fun times!â
(THERE IT IS!!!!!)
She grinned, laughing to herself, and leaning over her podium.
âTo be honestâ youâre all so pesky, eugh!! I wouldnât have run this fun party time if I knew you would all be this annoying⊠actually, maybe I still would have! I donât really knooow⊠itâs already happened, right? Canât change the past! Itâs too bad you found me, though. I guess memes were my real downfall here! Damn you PepeâŠâ
She shakes her fist in the air. Damn you Pepe.
âOh, and⊠by the way. Those coded journals you found were supposed to spell my name, but y'knoooow! Guess you missed out on that. Git gud, my dudes. âŠBut guess itâs also good cause you didnât know it was me! That would have been too easy.â












