After being dragged away by the chain, Yakamochi was thrown onto the floor of a dimly lit hallway. He groaned quietly and scrambled to his feet to observe his surroundings. The annoyingly dim light made it impossible to see either end of the hallway. Question was, which direction should he take? He glanced left and right a few times before he decided to head left. It was eerily quiet; the only sounds that could be heard were Yakamochi's footsteps and the occasional thud and irritated sigh. The lighting remained the same as he made his way down the hallway. After what felt like minutes, he walked into a room and was greeted by a brightly lit area, a nice change compared to the hallway.
The room was empty but had a door on its far side. Yakamochi remained still for about a minute before taking a few steps towards it. On the final step, he tilted slightly and heard a clicking noise. An arrow shot out of the wall and pierced his right leg.
"Oh.." Yakamochi looked down at the arrow and yanked it out without much thought, throwing it aside. He looked around the floor carefully and took a few steps before stepping on another trap tile. A spike shot up through his foot. He pulled his foot up too fast and ended up losing his balance. He fell backwards onto the floor. In his attempt to roll back onto his feet, he pressed down on another trap tile, and a spike went directly through his hand.
Yakamochi spat out a number of swears and removed his hand from the spike. Having no intention of looking at the damage, he stood up. He hadn't even made it halfway across the room yet. He could try making a run for it, but how well would that turn out? Without giving it any more thought, Yakamochi started running. He got a bit past the halfway point before simultaneously stepping onto two trap tiles, sending two arrows into each of his arms and legs. He let out another loud flurry of swears and removed the arrows, tossing them aside. He continued onward, walking sluggishly compared to before. And then out of the blue, Yakamochi began glitching.
Y̸̢̙̻̬̲̟̠͔̝͓̙̻̼̗͉̰̱̟͐ͯͮ̆ͥͭ́̀͝ǫ̸̺̠̟̤̣̫̘̤̜̞̹͖͓ͯ͑͌̈̂ͪ͋ͭ̏̄̊̓̀͡u̵̢̧̨͈̩̬̯͙̤̣̓̈̏ͮ͆͠ͅͅ ̛̘͇͓͖͕͖̫̞͉͉̠̣̳̣̰̼̰͈ͤ̾̾̂ͬ̈́̅͑ͨ͛̄ͭ̇̊̍ͫ͛ͩ̀c͍̖̟̐̀ͫͤͥ̀̄̀̕͞ą͍͕̻̦̼̘̜̞̪̫̖͔̮͚̽̋ͤͦ́́͟͡n̶͕̪̪̰̝̪͈̹̫̹̝̮͕͇̑ͨ̋ͨ̕ͅ'̷̩̱̬͇̞͔͓̠͙̺͎̟͚̤̙̾ͨ̐́͗͊̋ͣ̇̃̎͂͜t̸̢̛̙̮̝̬̜̝̥̼̲̉͋ͭͦ̔̎̒̒́͂̒̃̉ͣ͘.̡̲̦̪͉̠̖̤̺̫̰͖̙̗͙̣̻̪͐ͪ̎͂͒̍ͨ̆̓̿̂͘.͊̈́ͣ̊̈͋͂ͣ̓͛̂̿̎̿̉̚̚͏̸͏̡̹͍͖̩̟̠̮͚̖ͅ.̂ͦ̊͐́҉̢͘҉̫͈̯̣̺̣̱̝͚̩͓̼̹̜ͅͅ.ͩ̏ͧ͛ͭ͘͟͠҉̯̘̙̠̰͕̦̘k̶̸̯̤̠̦̮͎̼͓͙͔̱̟̝͉ͪ̊̊̽̓ï͇͕̳̪̹̘̲͋̍͗̊̀̈́̐̽͐̓͜͡ͅl̵̊̇ͦ̈ͩ͑̉҉͙̜̥͎̰̮̦̦̰̝̝̹̹̞͇ͅl̷̴̛̳͈͔̬̮͖̱̿̉̏ͮ̈̃̀͋̈̈ͫ ̍͂ͤ̔̎̏̒͑̅̈ͪͫ͘͟͞͡҉̗̪̫͍̗̫̙̠̳̬̹͈̝̦̬̗͉̳m̷̛̺̩̮͖̘͇̰̒̓ͭ̽ͧͧ̒ͮ͗̓̒̆̓̒͡͠e̷̓̽̊́͗ͮ̏̂͛͋ͭ͏̸̶͏̫̝͈͉͉̮̗͇̼͕͎͍̩̮̘̝̠.̵̶͍̲̘͔̱͈̘̜̻̓ͮ̊͐̾̐̿͐͒ͣ͂̐ͤ͛̒̀͟.̷̰͉͇͎̫͓̪͇͚̠̦̤̥̔̆͐ͭ̊͆̓́̇̌̈́̐̏ͪ̐̅͝͞.̷̶͊ͮͬ̆̾̇̋ͮͪ͑͢҉̞̜͔̣.͗̈̾̽ͯ̅ͣ͊͏̛̙̭͎̠͉̪̩͉͡Į͈̮̝͍͎̱̟̣͉̣͇̼̭͎͛ͪ͋ͬͪ́̍̂́'̢̦̞̠͔͔̭͂͌͗̾ͥ̆̎̀ͅm͒̍͛̏̓̌͋̎͝͏̬̤͉͖̫͔̦̯̹̮̰͇̕.̴̡̟̟̘̳̥̭̦̪̯̮̫̻̪̰̜̯̘ͦͤ̚.̸̪͇̙̱̱̹͇͙͓̳̹̼̩̙̰̱̭̖ͧ͋͐ͬ̍͌ͨ̽̎̔ͫ̄ͯ̕͘.̵̫͇̘̝͍̰̯͚͓̝̳̻̬̦̘̽̊̾͛̐̂̓̓̓͟.̀̆̈́̄̌̃͑͐̎́̂ͩ̎̅̏̈́̀͏͏̟͇͔̖̳̗̥̪̯̟͚͚̩̣̰̀I̵̶̡̮̞̣̺̬̟͕͇̘͙ͤ̈́ͤ̂̌̉ͭͩ̓̆͢͡ͅm̷͙̗͉͚̥͕͊͋͊̆͂̑͊ͥ̌͐͆̒ͮ́́͟͜m̢̘̯̣̹̗̞͍͔͇̻̲̠̩͖̍͛̏͑͜o̢͍͔͍̞̦̜̰̻̗̭ͮ̋̎̌̏͌̑̂̋̍͑͊̐̓͐́̚͞r̭̲͖̭̲͔͉̭̯̗̙̥͖ͯ̌̏̽̅ͪ̈́ͦ̉̈́́͐̉ͭ̔ͮ́̀t̥̝̠̠͍̗̝̬̙̱̺ͧ̒͂̎̉̈́ͪ̔̒̽̆́̀͘͠ͅͅä́́͛̓̂͊ͤͪͪͪͦ́̐ͧ́̀̚͢͏̢̟̦̙͎̰͎̪̝ͅl̷̟͍̭̗̞͓̠̹̗̥͔̠̝̣̭̇̾̌͑̅̆̍ͦ̏̂̔̃̋͟ ̛͕͈̰͙̟̩̺̱̪̹̻̪̻͂͆̓̏ͫͪ̑ͩͩ͋̈́ͤ͂̎̄ͧ̈ͥͣ
The words he spoke glitched as well, making them distorted and impossible to understand. His appearance altered quickly, and only a few things could be seen before he returned to his normal appearance—red hair, a black shirt, and a green scarf and bag.
He continued to glitch between appearances and finally made it to the end of the room. He stood before the door for a moment before nudging it open with his foot. It opened to reveal nothing but a stone wall. He should have known from the first time that escape was never possible.
F̛̪͇̗͎͐̂̂ͭ͂͊̎̓͌ͫ̍̃̒́͝͠I̡̢̙̗͖̩͉̻͙̫̤̓̏̍̔̅̉̕͝ͅN̵̅̈́͑ͤ͛͛̾͢҉͏̨̱̬̮͓̮̹͕̠̰̻̭I̸̧̪̭̗͓͖̣̼̽̇͂͌͆͋̈́̌ͪ̔ͯ̐ͤ͋͐̚S̶̋̈̿ͧ̾ͮ̎ͧ̽͋̂ͩ̔ͬ̽̏̀͘͏̝̞̝͔̠̩͓̫̬̺̰̤͓͚̯̼̯ͅH̶̿͑ͮ̽̎͌̄҉̛͍̙̻ ̷̦̱̣͉͓͍̟͚͔͍̟͍̼͓̳̜ͩ̇̌ͥ̈͋̍̿̀͜͢͡ͅͅT̵̸̼͙̜̘̲ͭͯͯ̍́̚͞H̴ͤ̓͋̆̏̄̊̓́͘҉̵͙̲͉͇̗̻̭̹͇̫I̶̞̳͇̞̫̱̙̙̫̺̗͚̹̭̻̤̩̞͐̐͗͐ͣ͘
Again, the words were too distorted to understand. He glanced around the room, and when nothing happened, he sat down. His head kept bobbing down before snapping up again. It was obvious he was weak from the amount of blood he’d lost. He held up his hand and stared at the hole from the spike before his hand dropped suddenly. He didn’t move again.
Yakamochi Owaza Ayato Shiraki, the SHSL Hacker, has been executed.
