俺の名は JACK

No News Is True News

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Seers and Scones | Jack & Usou & Company | Epilogue

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Usou blinked as she was now faced with these two strangers, both about as quirky as the concept of a Super High-School Level student. Her eyes went from one adult to the other as Jack introduced them, and a smile grew on her face as she felt entertained by his introduction of them. She hid her smile behind a hand, but her giggling was apparent. 

“G- Geez, uhm– it’s very nice to meet both of you!” She laughed, rubbing the back of her neck with one hand and reaching out with her other to take the cookie. Her smile suddenly dropped when Jack whispered at her, her eyes widening before looking at him to say, “W- Wait, I’m sorry–?”

Then her own dad came into the mix, interrupting Usou from saying anything more. It looked like he had calmed down supremely from before, smiling and all. He looked to Usou and Jack, amused by their behavior.

“You both can stop keeping secrets, you know. Don’t be rude, Usou,” he said, then placing a protective hand on her shoulder. Understandably so, considering the context of the situation. As her mother came closer curiously, he looked to Jack’s parents with a big grin that made apparent where Usou got most of her looks from.

“We’re Usou’s parents– er, Stella’s? Parents? I suppose? Is Usou fine?” He laughed, looking down at the seer who immediately began to sweat. She was about to become defensive until remembering that there was no threat of her name being out at this point. “Y- Yeah! Usou’s fine, keheh…” she assured her dad before looking at Jack with a sheepish smile.

“Usou is, er, me! Yeah. Uh– this is my dad and my mother! I, uh–”

“Mitsuo Tsukino,” he interrupted Usou, most likely trying to ease her away from stammering into a mess. It was clear that she was feeling a little bit pressured about revealing so much of herself all at once, especially with her odd little identity that she had been carrying. He gestured to his wife, continuing off with, “And this is Aya, my- ahem, sorry, my wife…!”

“… … … Yes…” Usou’s mother was clearly lacking in excitement that her daughter and husband were carrying. She could only stare at Jack’s mother and father before glancing to Jack himself awkwardly, unsure how to speak. She wasn’t one to socialize with other parents- in fact, the very idea annoyed her. She didn’t have many friends to begin with…

But it was only natural to be polite to your daughter’s friend’s parents, right? Aya reached out a hand to shake theirs, smiling, “S- Sorry that we hadn’t introduced ourselves, earlier, I didn’t know you were his relatives…” No, no, she knew. It was kind of obvious.

“...No way. Your name is Usou?”

...Of course there was no way her real name was Stella - not every Japanese kid had weird parents who gave their kids names in English. Still, though, he’d gotten so used to calling her Stella... it’d be difficult to adjust.

Well, not as hard as it could be - her name was Usou, after all. He wondered how she’d felt when he’d been stating how much he hated lies, back in all those trials. And now, his best friend was named Usou. The irony was so thick, you could cut it.

“That’s... kind of cute, actually.”

While Jack was talking to Usou, his mother had reached into her picnic basket for two more scones - one for each of her parents.

“It’s definitely all right! We didn’t approach anyone until now because we weren’t sure who were parents, and... we didn’t want to make anyone feel bad.”

Even for people as eccentric as Jack’s parents, they still had common sense (or at least, his mother did) - and it probably wasn’t the best idea to draw attention to the fact that they were the parents of one of the survivors when the parents of those who died might be in the audience. Now that everyone had emerged, though -  how could they not?

Jack’s dad merely grinned.

“It’s great to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Tsukino. I don’t know how you managed it, but... somehow, you managed to raise someone who could get Jack to question himself in a way I couldn’t.”

That grin widened, and he crossed his arms, laughing.

“Now, if you could just get her to get him to like British literature...”

“Dad! No!”

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Seers and Scones | Jack & Usou & Company | Epilogue

His parents wanted to see his classmates? Well... there was only one person to go to first, and it looked like her own family had made their way to her as well. This would be a fun introduction session. With a smile, Jack told his parents who he was about to take them over to, then grabbed their hands and began dragging them through the crowd toward the now-familiar figure in the black sweater.

“...Hey, Stella. These are my parents.”

He gestured to the taller man in the “#1 Son” sweater who only seemed too happy to meet his son’s friend, and the blonde woman with the picnic basket who was already reaching into it and causing a delicious smell to waft out.

“Osamu and Minori Kawamugi. My dad teaches at Tohoku University as a professor there, so we’re all from Sendai. Just warning you, don’t get into any literature discussions - you’re way outclassed. I’m way outclassed.”

Jack’s dad, or Osamu, covered his face to hide his laughter. And, just before his mother began handing a scone out towards Usou, Jack leaned in to whisper in her ear.

“Also, be warned - they’re massive Anglophiles.”

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Meet The Kawamugis | Jack | Epilogue 1-1

Jack approached the end of the tunnel, seeing the light on his surviving classmates’ faces for the first time in a while. They were almost out. Together, they emerged from the tunnel into the clearing surrounded by people - many of which began to close in on them, cheering.

They were safe.

In particular, tearing through the crowd towards the boy in yellow were two figures: One bespectacled man with brown hair and a similar cowlick to the one Jack’s classmates had already grown accustomed to seeing, wearing a sweater with patches sewn onto it saying “#1 Son” - in English - as well as a blonde-haired woman with a ponytail in a button-down shirt carrying a wooden picnic basket. They were both crying, but smiling, as they ran with arms outstretched towards their son.

“J-Jack! You made it! I knew you could do it!”

Osamu Kawamugi was the first to envelop his son inside a tight embrace. No matter how much he wanted to say he’d always believed in his son, that he’d get out of that city alive, he knew that there’d always been that fear in the back of his mind that he wouldn’t get to do this again. He was so glad that wasn’t the case.

The tears ran down his face, and Jack couldn’t hold his own back either. No matter how much shit he gave his dad, it was mostly just bluster - and he was willing to give up his stoic face for just a few minutes in public. There was no other better way for the reunion to go.

Minori Kawamugi arrived a few seconds later, throwing her own arms around the pair already there. She didn’t have any words to deliver, only relieved crying at finally having her doubts erased and seeing Jack alive, in the flesh, again. She’d been waiting months for this moment. She’d even borrowed a kitchen nearby - the residents were happy to oblige the relatives of someone in the murder game that had swept the nation in live coverage - to make fresh scones, enough for him and everyone else who’d come out with him.

After a few minutes, the trio finally pulled apart, Jack’s sweater wet with salt water. His dad stood back and dried his eyes before putting his hands on his hips, as though to admire his handiwork.

“I always knew you could do it. If there was anybody getting out of that place, I knew it was going to be you.”

Jack’s mom chimed in at that point.

“It was almost like a rugby match - he’d pull the computer stream up every night and root for you. It was hard, staying up for all those late-night trials you did, but when he was rooting for you... he’d make the house shake.”

Osamu Kawamugi grinned sheepishly, running a hand through his unkempt brown hair. He hadn’t planned on revealing that quite yet... so, he’d do his best to change the subject instead.

“So, Jack! Mind, er, introducing us to a few people? Your mother has a few scones to pass out.”

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Some unlucky kids and a mastermind

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Akedo City Despair | END

Deprived of the guidance of lanterns, the sudden extinguished light, and the hope, of the survivors stopped them. Directionless, the movement stopped, silent and thoughtless.

The stillness last for a lifetime in the darkness, seemingly the survivors having stopped in their graves permanently.

And then slowly at first, and then rhythmically moments later, the sounds of shuffling and movement continued. The students trekked forward in the darkness.

As the surviving students were forced to navigate the tunnel in complete darkness, and for many of them, complete silence, their continued stride into the darkness cemented their decision. PDAs had since been rendered useless; the port had gone offline with the rumbling of the city in the distance.

However, this miserable journey took a sudden turn when, in the distance, traces of light became visible. For a change, it wasn’t neon lighting; it appeared to be sunlight, filtering in through the entrance at the other end of the supply tunnel.

After more than a month of imprisonment, death, neon lights, and the endless sound of casino games ringing in the distance, the surviving students emerged from the tunnel and laid their eyes upon a sincere sunset on the horizon, and the quiet sound of wind blowing through the grass in the nearby field. They stand on the paved side road, and some take a moment to look around.

Despite the chaos inside of the city, for a moment, everything out here seems peaceful. As they climb the hill behind the tunnel, students can see the dome of the city off in the distance. Its outward appearance showed no signs of the horror– and now the destruction– that lie within.

Around the dome, as the students’ eyes reach the grounds around it, catch another miraculous vision. Stationed all around the dome, waiting near the train tunnels, are dozens of tents and encampments of people. There are cars and emergency personnel, all standing in breathless anticipation for the return of the survivors.

And for once, it’s simply up to them.

The surviving students from the 84th class of Hope’s Peak Academy, and the lone survivor of the 81st class.

All they have left to do now is to live.

…

[GOOD END]

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Endgame (3) | Escape

The survivors of the net idol’s plot lingered, emotions spilling of all kinds. From bitter regrets to consuming guilt, the students froze with their obstacles in place. Entranced by the words from the AI projections, some sang tunes of sweet comfort to bitter guilt, all with the final intentions of one Otome Ito; prevention of their escape. With the remorseful pleas, and the poisonous hindrances spit by the AI figments, the barren wills of the remaining students were tested, one final time. But somehow, miraculously, every single student found the strength and willpower to carry on. Quietly, like a knife creeping against the skin, the continually luminous city flickered, at first almost unnoticeable to the students, too preoccupied with their unfortunate affairs. Quietly flickering, and then beaming quickly before going out, the lights of the dome quickly cut off, one at a time, then in pairs, and groups at a time

Pop. Pop. Pop.

The bulbs quickly burning up and bursting in sparks gave students a taste of something real, someone absent from nights taken for granted. Stars. Spectacularly illuminating the screen of the dome with bright flashes of static, seams like lightning burnt across the screen. Fire, coasting across the pixelated clouds, consuming the twilight sky. Something beautifully absent the students never thought to witness; a sunrise, burning over Akedo City.

The pale, blue illuminous glow of the Hotel withered in flickers, dying with the last sputters of neon tubing. With it, students’ rooms, the rooms of the 81st class, the hallways that had seen traffic from so many, the gym where Ryohei’s life was taken, the lounge where students had so recently enjoyed a small karaoke party, and the ballroom where Di-xia’s life was cut short. The living areas were as lifeless as the students who were being projected, and soon the rest of the city would follow.

With the absence of generic twinkling above, the streets where Masae had met her end grew darker, illuminated only by the soft glow of burning rafters, looming overhead and fluttering by as more and more pieces came undone, embers and ashes painting the air. The last building to shine the cold synthetic lights, beckoning flies to the lantern, stood estranged against the city to be reclaimed by darkness and fire. The towering building stood as one final beacon of hope, inviting students to take the quickly dwindling chance to escape. The purple glow clashed against the growing stacks of red light, fading as the consuming fires burst through the buildings; a fleeting chance at escape for those who still wished to claim it.

Everything inside of the mall was untouched by the chaos outside. There were no bots in here, urging the students to remain behind. The sound of alarms was fainter, and the entire interior remained well-lit, as it remained the sole user of the entire reservoir of power within the city. The determined survivors, those who chose to make their escape, approached the General Store as they were instructed to do. Stepping past the freshly stocked aisles, ignoring the faint humming from the refrigerators in the back, the students approached the door in the very back of the store.

Just as promised, it was open.

Behind this door was a small, clean storage room, with a few empty shelves designated for extra stock. And, just as promised, there was a large hatch in the floor, opening wide and revealing a ramp, large enough to fit shipments of supplies though. And, of course, large enough for the survivors to escape through.

Stepping down into the tunnel, the students spot the long, dark tunnel, periodically illuminated with small work lights. As the final students made their way inside the tunnel, the lights from above the hatch opening began to flicker, and Hoshi wisely pulled the hatch closed behind them. With no other options, most of the survivors began the slow, uncertain trek down the tunnel. After some unknown amount of time, not much more than five minutes, even the guiding lights in the tunnel flickered out.

The sudden darkness in the tunnel was closely followed by a distant, but distinct sound. The ground beneath them trembled, and a loud rumbling echoed down the tunnel in one final act of destruction.

Akedo City was no more.

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Escapism At Its Finest | Endgame | Jack

“That’s… not true. I-”

MasAI didn’t think so. She continued the painful speech, begging him to not use her as a throwaway story. He tried to protest, but she wouldn’t stop. He could hardly collect his thoughts at this point, with the constant barrage of words. All he could do was listen.

He’d barely found her killer.

He’d read her journal when he wasn’t supposed to.

He’d already lost her once.

Three truths, which he couldn’t change even if he wanted to. Jack hadn’t even voted for Tokuma. and if he hadn’t read that journal, then he definitely would’ve. It’d have been on false evidence, but if the end result was that he was still the murderer… it didn’t matter in the end, did it?

He hadn’t avenged her. He’d had other people do that, but he hadn’t done it himself. He didn’t deserve to leave the city, after building off of Masae’s work. He hadn’t earned the right to use it. Everyone else could go, but he… he had to stay.

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AI Protocol | ATTN: Jack

As Jack saw the speedcuber, Masae put on a stern look, one reminiscent of her focus in trials. She had a message ready for him too, because of course she did- this was Masae. She couldn’t just have her closest friends here leave her all alone in the dark. She let her words play out on her phone, but kept on making eye contact with the editor, not getting too close to him.

[ Kawamugi-san… I never thought you’d go and use me like that, and the moment you have a chance to leave me in the dirt, you try to take it. Is that how you learned how friendship works? ]

[ I'm… hurt. ]

[ It scares me that I’m just going to become another paragraph in your paper, and then discarded for the next day’s big story. Are you really going to use me and then leave behind a broken memory of my pathetic existence…? you’ll forget about me, won’t you? Within a few days after you publish this story you’ll forget and I’ll just be some dried up ink on a piece of paper. You barely found my killer. Did I mean nothing at all to you? I know we didn’t talk enough but now did all my work mean nothing but a way for you to leave and spend the rest of your life without hurt?! ]

She paused, clearly gulping down what looked like some sort of emotions welling up. She needed to calm down. She played out her next message.

[ you found the truth… and now you are just going to use it to your advantage… just like you used me and my notes… you looked through my things… my journals… you’re just going to use every bit you can to squeeze out the good stuff to your readers… ]

[ I thought we were becoming friends… and now you just want to leave. We can… start over, if you want… I’ll forget about the journals, just… please stay, Kawamugi-san… You already lost me once… don’t just walk away from another friend… ]

The look she gave him was cold, unlike any other look that ever came from the speedcuber, especially towards someone that she admired so much, like Jack. It must’ve stung, seeing her so hopelessly trying to get him to stay, but she had to say what was on her mind. She could risk something like this again.

“Please, Kawamugi-san… p-please…”

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AI Protocol| ATTN: All

A series of holograms, each one resembling one of the students who had died in this city, stood in the streets and surrounded the survivors. Most of them did not appear initially malicious, injured, or otherwise angry. In fact, most of them looked as normal and alive as they did before the game had started.

There were, however, some exceptions.

Perhaps the most distorted of them all glitched in place. Katashi’s face was a multitude of un-synchronous emotions. Elation. Dismay. Fury. Forgiveness. Each flashed across his computerized features in a matter of milliseconds. 

The Katashi program glared at the remaining students.

“YOU DIDN’T DESERVE HER. NO ONE DID. SHE GAVE YOU A FINALE AND YOU WEREN’T EVEN WORTH THE ADMISSION FEE.”

This projection flickered again, noticeably Komet, stable yet sobbing digital tears.

“OTOME… DON’T GO. WHERE ARE YOU!? OTOME DON’T GO-O-O-O… I… I miss you…”

Katashi resumed his fury.

“SHE’S GONE BECAUSE OF YOU-OU-OU, AND YOU’RE GOING TO P-P-PAY.”

As did Komet with is pain.

“SHE DIDN’T DESERVE TO DIE. I-I’D DIE AGAIN AND AGAIN FOR HER,”

“YOU’RE GOING TO DIE AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN FOR HER.”

“THERE’S NOTHING LEFT FOR ME.”

“THERE’S NOTHING LEFT FOR YOU.”

“I’M GOING TO R-R-R-ROT.”

“Y-Y-YOU’RE GOING TO ROT.”

The two warred back back and forth with and without one another. Their words mixed into an unintelligible cacophony shrieking. Further and further, the hologram twisted and expanded apart until finally pulling themselves together for one last one sentence, two voices in one agreed singularity.

“I LOVE YOU, OTOME ITO.”

…

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Endgame [START]

Otome Ito was dead. Anyone looking at the screen would know that there had been no trickery, no body switches, and no more games. She followed her own rules, and not even the AI programming could break those rules. And now, of the twenty students who boarded the monorail into this city, only seven remained.

The room was still, as the world around them processed the gravity of these recent events. Could a month’s worth of despair truly be over? The screen above MonokumAI’s throne was turned off, and the despicable bear was no more. There would be no announcement of the end of the trial, and no jovial dismissal. Instead, the elevator doors simply opened, silently inviting the survivors to climb aboard.

Before anyone could move, Hoshi spoke up in his usual soft and tired voice.

“…if my idea worked…we should get out of here immediately. Guys…get to the…general store. The door in the back…leads to a storage tunnel in the floor…that’s…the emergency evacuation. If you…didn’t bring your important items with you…I don’t know if there’ll be time to get them…can’t be…much more than ten minutes…but…if you wanna risk it…”

He shook his head and said no more.

As the survivors disembarked from the elevators, some part of them had been programmed to expect another part of the map to light up. Just as with every previous trial, the power always came on once they were back out into the streets. This time, however, was different. Everything outside felt similar to how it had been during the last motive. All of the lights on the buildings burned even brighter than usual, and even the false stars seemed to be shining with everything they had in them. Overhead, alarms began to sound, and rotating emergency beacons shone from somewhere near the top of the dome.

Before any of the surviving students could begin to walk toward the mall, and hopefully toward their escape, a small army of floating bots approached and surrounded the group, blocking their escape. Before anyone could move, these bots began to extend odd mechanisms toward the students.

But these mechanisms weren’t weapons. Lights flickered inside of them, and soon projections resembling their deceased classmates became visible.

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Extra Volume | Trial 5-8 | Jack | Re: Stella

Jack wanted to say more, but then he saw Stella start to break down. This wasn’t the time for being cool anymore. He’d gotten enough of that out of his system for a good while during this trial. The mastermind was dead, and they were probably out of immediate danger - or so it seemed. His job, for now, was done - he’d carried out Masae’s work and seen it through. Now it was time to help out his other friend.

He left the space at his podium and made his way over to where she was, taking off his sweater and offering it to her to cry into. Awkwardly, he tried the same sort of half-remembered technique she’d used on him when he was beating himself up, all those weeks ago. He took his thumb and tried rubbing it in the same circles on her forehead that she’d done on his.

“Shhh, shhhhh, hey! Hey, it’s fine! You’re okay!”

…He hoped he was doing a good everything all right.

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The Last Issue, The Final Volume | Trial 5-7 | Jack | Re: Otome's Execution

Jack flinched and ducked instinctively as the lights shut off. Had they actually made her mad enough to shoot someone? Was it going to be him?

…No. The lights came back on, and the gun was gone. a quick-change? She must’ve gotten some good practice with that as a performer. Then when she spoke, Jack winced. This was the craziest personality yet. They were getting the interview he’d wanted, but at this price? That was a hard bargain.

She started off with the obvious facts - shooting the bear for every one. At least the gun wasn’t aimed towards the class, but… it was still uncomfortable to see her use it with such readiness. And then, the pictures started.

…Even Jack winced at the first few. It was kind of like Katashi’s situation - the conflict between character and reality. He could see where Otome was coming from, with all the-

And then he remembered. Masae had died because of this. Because of one seventeen-year-old’s crazy act of revenge because her original character had gotten a little too popular with the wrong crowd. 

Hime wasn't real. She was an adopted personality, a fake person… which meant that, ultimately, H!MECH@N was a lie. Masae dead, over half his classmates dead, almost the entire 81st Class dead… all for the sake of one single lie. It might’ve been important to Otome, but… there was no way any of this was worth that. As the execution progressed, he watched on deadpan.

“Hope or despair, it doesn’t matter to me. I’ve ruined many a life by printing the truth that some people don’t want published. I’ve helped out many in the exact same way. Truth and lies are more powerful than your motives could ever be.”

H!MECH@N had started as a lie - an artificial persona on the internet. To Otome Ito, it had been a lie that had brought hope; the hope that she could escape her tower in some way. However, as time went on and H!MECH@N grew more popular, that lie must have become closer and closer to the truth in Otome Ito’s mind, which set her up for the fall. 

Some people, who the lie of H!MECH@N had brought hope to, chose to interpret the character in a different direction, not realizing that to Otome it was a truth - which brought her despair. She spread that through the game, and the livestream, both of which were truths intended to bring despair. But, as Jack and the others had uncovered more of the truth behind the mastermind… he, at least, had begun to feel significant hope.

It was all tied back to that first lie. The lie that had been thought of as a truth. And that definitely wasn’t worth all these lives lost.

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❤★❤ LUNATIC★SHOW ❤★❤

tw: mentions of genital mutilation in a joking manner, mentions of male genital, swearing

AAAAAAnd that’s all she had left to say, that’s all the energy she had in her. Otome stood before them, incredibly happy. Despite the despair that was evident in every bit of her being she was smiling. Actually, Otome was practically glowing!! She was just taking in every last bit of attention she was getting- attention she finally deserved!! 

“Hey~❤! Do you think that when they see my body~★!! all super gross and mangled up~❤!! that they’ll still be able to get it up~★!!!?”

She looked lovingly at the red button that MonokumAI had provided for her.

“Uwaaa~❤!! I hope they just can’t get enough of it~★!!! I super, duper, duper hope that when they see Otome-chan~❤!! in aaaaa~aaaaaaaaaaall~★!! of her guts and glory that they jerk it so haaaa~aaaaaaaaaard~❤!!!!! that they fucking tear their dicks right off~★!!! Otome-chan hopes that they finish and their dicks explode~❤!!!!!! because that’s how they want to love Otome-chan and Hime-chan~★!!”

She was moving around side to side, hands on her face as she turned a bright pretty red. There was a bit of drool coming out of her mouth. She just couldn’t believe how much she was loved!! They were going to see her first live performance and witness the actual power of a net idol!! 

Otome just couldn’t hold back anymore and pressed that bright, red, juicy button in front of her.

“Woah~❤!! This is going to be Otome’s first live~★!!! Kyaaa~❤!! I hope it goes super duper well~★!!! Otome-chan worked soooooo~oooooooooo hard for this moment~❤!! Dicks out for Otome-chan, LMAO~★!!”

With all that said, Otome winked and stuck her tongue out to the side a little. She was going to be absolutely adorable!!

The doors behind her opened up as she blew a kiss towards the stupid, ugly, dumb, no appeal!! survivors! They didn’t even appreciate aaaaaall the hard work she put into this!! She took MonokumAI’s hand as he led her out of the room.

She turned one last time to face the Big Bad Bully himself: Hoshi Murakami.

“My~❤! City~★! Now~❤!!”

The doors behind them shut closed.

★❤SHSL Despair Otome Ito has been found guilty!!❤★

★❤★Commencing Execution★❤★

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❤★❤ OH!★LOVE&PEACE ❤★❤

tw: sexualization of a minor, mentions of depictions of sexual assault/r*pe, mentions of depictions of child p*rnography, swearing, suicide baiting

All this yelling, all this fighting!! They really wanted to pry it straight out of her, huh? They reeeeeally wanted to see just what was hiding underneath those different faces and personas, didn’t they? They reeeeeeeeeeally wanted to watch Otome Ito break and fall from that super high tower, right?

Well being such the people pleaser that she was, their wish would be granted!! 

Once the votes were in and everything was tallied up,she picked her head up slowly, looking towards Hoshi Murakami. The very one who spoke sooooo many hurtful words against her. But he was an artist, right? He drew so many great and fantastic pieces, so he’d be the one to reeeeeally enjoy this display!

Otome just smiled at him, not shaking in anger, not losing her cool, just plain smiling that closed eye idol smile Hime had become known for. 

“You wanna see something super cool~★?” 

Before he could answer the lights shut off. Was Otome Ito going to try and escape like some cartoon villain? 

When the lights came back on instead of sitting on the throne or standing in front of it like she was, Otome Ito was standing on top of it, finally able to look down at her dear, adoring classmates. Behind her and all around them several televisions screens had been set up, almost like some sort of cage for them.

The outfit she was wearing wasn’t anything Otome Ito would ever chose for herself or for Hime. It was waaaay too revealing, hugging her tight in areas she didn’t like and exposing most of her midriff as well as having too deep of an angle around her chest. Her legs were completely covered up so maybe it balanced itself out? Who knew! Either way, this must be the super flashy and tacky mastermind outfit she didn’t want to wear before seeing as how the ribbons in her hair matched with the bear who stood besides her, pushing a little podium with a button on it closer to her. 

She brought the microphone that seemed to have replaced the gun up to her mouth. 

“Hello~❤! Hello~★! Hello~❤!!!!!”

She greeted, not caring so much about her appearances at the moment. All she cared about was this last performance! 

“Woaaaaah~★!! You guys are such bullies~❤!! Kicking around an idol who just want to expose her super ultra very best to you~★!! Maybe you should be like the dumb dead poetry kid and follow Otome’s advice and kill~❤!! your~★!! self~❤!!” 

She paused before giggling a bit, tapping her chin with her index finger.

“Actually, don’t do that~★!! You’re all super important~❤!! Super great~★!! Super talented~❤!! And Otome wants to show you juuuuuuuuust how much I appreciate you by giving you a super exclusive Q&A~★!! Yaaaaay~❤!!!” 

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NOW LOADING…VOTE RESULTS:

Otome: 4

AND THE WINNER IS…

Ó̺͝Ṯ̵̸̦̘̘̦͇̝́O͔̺͎M҉̞̗̗E̛̪̭͈̮͈̤͟ ̡̢̪͚̞̩̲̝̦͢I͙̬̤̥̥̼̱͉͝T̡̗͙̫O̘͍̻̟͖͟.̧͉̥͖̯̺͓͕̺͠͝

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Mastermind Trial [END]

“…..”

“I guess it’s time to look at those votes. How sad…we were just starting to have fun…”

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Investigative Reporting | Trial 5-6 | Jack | Re: Otome

Crack. Crack. He’d broken Otome out of that whole annoying speech pattern she’d been in before - she was answering things straightforwardly now. He could get answers like this, but not the most important ones. If he could manage to do a little bit more…

“Glad to see all those lessons were useless, then. All the knowledge required to pull this sort of thing off, none of the common sense required to actually hide what you’d done. Shozo had the right hair for your death double, sure, but you didn’t even knock out his teeth or anything - and even then, there would’ve been an extremely easy way to confirm he wasn’t you. How does it feel, knowing that those days of lessons and weeks of never leaving the house all turned out useless in the end?”

“Did you actually think you were going to get away with this? You talk about monsters. You did your research. You know exactly the caliber of people you locked in here. I’m relentless in pursuit of the truth. Stella can see things that nobody else can. Everyone in here’s exceptional in their own way - and the second you locked us all in here, every single one of those talents was focused in its own way on one thing: getting out.”

“You fooled some of us by suggesting an easy out: killing each other. Some fell for that path of least resistance, but others kept chipping away at the bigger mystery: the person behind it all. You should’ve given up a long time ago, with all the evidence you left out. I wonder if it was even your intention to win this. Maybe this was just your way of going out with a bang, huh?”