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Heart of Darkness | Tsukiko Takahashi’s Execution

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The moon is high

The dream analyst falls through the ceiling, landing with such a force that her body crumples at the impact. Even with aching muscles, however, she manages to compose herself, rising to her feet to find that she’s been thrown into what appears to be a child’s bedroom. The room’s contents are sparse: the standard desk, lamp, chair and bed. Not even a single window, but there is a closet, its existence brought to Tsukiko’s attention by a low growling resonating from underneath the crack in the door. The door rattles violently in its frame for a moment as well, and she turns her head away only to see a soft red glow emanating from underneath of the bed. Not all hope is lost, however, as the exit, the bedroom door, is in plain sight, and she wastes no time in making a break for it.

The end is nigh

As she lunges at the bedroom door, she twists and turns and yanks the knob, but it stays bolted firmly in place, leaving her to turn and look at the closet door. It swings wide open, and her body stiffens, preparing to embrace death, but the sight that she’s greeted with is… absolutely nothing. The closet is empty, void of clothes and, thankfully, any sort of beast or supernatural being. Skeptical, she closes the door, and the growling once again permeates the room. With bated breath, she retreats a few steps back, making her way to the bedside and kneeling to the ground. The red glow recedes, and as she stands, she makes to inspect the desk.

Your horse is here

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A chilling music box lullaby begins to play, nearly drowning out the sound of the growling… or soothing its source, if she’s being optimistic. In any other situation, the twinkling tune might be enough to lull her into a deep sleep as well, but she knows what’s inevitably coming, and keeps her guard up. Within seconds, a whisper of a hissing sound follows, and all at once, that light-headed feeling finally sets in, her eyelids drooping slowly as she fights to keep her consciousness- even so, she can barely stand, and elects to sit on the bed, unamused by the possibility of collapsing to the floor. Repeatedly, the lights begin flickering on and off, and she brings her hand to her forehead, barely lucid but positive that falling asleep right now will be the last thing that she ever does.

I bring you fear

The closet door bursts open with a loud crash, giving her the wake up call that she needs to stay conscious. She can’t discern the actual identity of the figure, and might as well have mistaken it for a long coat, had she not seen that the closet was stripped bare just moments ago. Inhaling sharply as it draws closer to her, she rises to meet it, deciding that she’ll face the end with as much dignity as possible. Focusing all of her attention on the shadowy figure keeps her blissfully unaware of the growing intensity of the red light, and she lets out a sharp cry as two blackened hands grab her ankles, knocking her face-first against the floor and pulling her underneath of the bed.

What am I?

Save for the gentle tune of the music box, the room falls silent, her scream cut off entirely as she disappears into the darkness. From underneath the bed, a puddle of blood pools out, leaving no trace of the body. Time continues to pass as the blood spreads across the floor, but there’s no doubt about it that Tsukiko Takahashi is dead.

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To Kill A Mockingbird | Hikaru Sato's Execution

The actor formerly known as Osamu Toriyama stands with all eyes on him, clutching himself tightly, shivering, whimpering. There's no question about it at all: he's going to die. This is exactly what happened to others so long ago. He's not the first, and he certainly won't be the last. Before he has anymore time to process what's happening, the floor beneath his feet gives away, and he vanishes from sight instantly. The multiple screens hanging from the ceiling, however, finally flicker to alive. You look up, seeing him once again, alive and breathing, for what you know is about to be the last time.

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He’d been expecting impending death. After all, that’s what he was promised. This, however… is pleasant. He’d been thrown into a clearing in a bamboo forest, a clearing where someone had made their home. Its dilapidated state tells him that it’s long since been abandoned, although one lone light flickering in the window piques his interest, and he begins to move towards the door. As he approaches, he sees that the door has been sealed off with police tape, and he turns around to make his leave, only to find that he’s been sealed in by a bamboo fence, growing higher than he could ever climb, with the tips sharpened into stakes, should he ever try. With nowhere else to go, he tears away the police tape and lets himself inside.

The single light had come from a paper lantern hanging by the door, and he takes it without hesitation, the only source of illumination available besides the moonlight peering through the tattered roof. He walks around slowly, and it’s not as if he wouldn’t recognize this place. It’s his family’s obake yashiki. None of the traps are set, however. It looks as if it’s been abandoned for years now. As he reaches the center of the room, the ground shakes violently, knocking him backwards and forcing him to drop his lantern, which flickers out.

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Hikaru’s eyes shoot up immediately, jolting at the sound of wood splintering apart. A massive metal beak comes down to the roof, damaged boards and clouds of dust collapsing all around him. The actor’s jaw hangs slightly, the apparatus stuck in the ground just before his feet. The beak belongs to a colossal robotic crow, and Hikaru scrambles to his feet immediately, running to a closet in the back of the obake yashiki just as the monster manages to free its beak. With its talons, it tears the roof apart even more, allowing itself to jump into the building and peck relentlessly at the walls until the actor is forced out of hiding. The shaking forces him into the floor once again, narrowly avoiding being gored by the robot’s beak, and he escapes through the fresh hole in the door, running as quickly as he can towards the exit. Geta clearly aren’t made for running, however, and he trips right before the door, struggling to get to his feet. The avian robot seizes the opportunity to take him within its beak, and he cries out, following the sound of fragile bones snapping.

The mechanical bird takes flight, soaring straight up with its speed accelerating every second, until the devastated obake yashiki becomes just a speck to Hikaru. That isn’t the case for long, however, as the creature’s speed begins to decelerate, until it stops rising at all, and it releases the actor from its grip. The ruined building is coming into view once again, and his eyes widen, positive that he’ll never survive the fall. This is it, he’s going to die. Strong bursts of wind roll him around in the air mid-fall, until he’s face-up, and all that he can see is the darkened sky. He closes his eyes and prepares for the worst, balling his fists up so hard that his long nails force him to draw blood.

He cries out one last time as the bamboo fence catches him, a sharpened stake skewering him right through the heart. Hikaru Sato lies there eyes wide, mouth agape, and most certainly, undoubtedly dead.