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GLITCH PARADE - Chapter 4 Page 22 + Chapter 4 End

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CH 4 MEMORIAL END OF CHAPTER 4

8 / 20 STUDENTS REMAINING

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Jigsaw || CH.4 Execution III

[TW for unsanitary location and sharp objects, gore, unnatural objects piercing skin, eye trauma]

Eiji hangs his head low, body limp. He’s… accepting this. He did what he swore he would never do. Begging for forgiveness is… just not right. It’s far too late. He chose curiosity over his humanity, and him being killed for it is only fair. The only problem here is knowing that this… is hurting so many people. All of this, not just his trial.

Before Eiji can even yelp from surprise, his thoughts are cut off by the feeling of metal clamping onto his limbs, the sound of clinking chains drowning out his thoughts as he’s dragged away.

It’s a blur, really. Before he fully realizes, he’s locked inside a grimy room that reeks of blood and rot, sending a shiver down his spine. Holding his breath, he remains still for a few long moments before he eventually swallows and tries to move, realizing he’s been tied down onto a chair that’s caked with blood, old and fresh. Just like the room’s walls and floor.

This… Ah. Fittingly it looks like something straight out of a horror movie, instantly making him feel much more at home. Funny, really. He can tell this is the real deal, but seeing such a cheesy, classic scene… It almost helps him relax. Taking a deep breath, he looks around, wondering if this silence is intentional. “...Hello?”, he calls out, looking around, but he gets no answer. The only sound in the room is the loud ticking of something in the background.

“...Anyone?”, he calls again, almost desperate for something to happen. As if on cue, a sharp pain suddenly surfaces in his gut and he lets out a strangled grunt, trembling at the sight of a small knife embedded in his ribcage. It hasn’t hit anything too vital, but it hurts. And Eiji is pretty slow to realize that this execution is going to be the worst possible kind - torture.  

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...It’s agonizingly slow. After five more knives making their new home in his body, He’s managed to figure out that a knife shoots at him every ten seconds, if the ticking of the clock is to be trusted. Though he also figures that the ticking is not a clock at all, but it’s the machine that’s throwing the knives. He could swear it’s not real seconds anyway - each tick comes way too slowly. Warm blood pools on his seat, dripping down to the floor just to produce another constant sound in the background. He can’t decide whether breathing hurts more than it helps. But he does know that he’s losing his mind.

...8...9... Crying out as the next knife digs into his left eye, Eiji concludes that this is absolute hell. He feels dizzy. He feels sick. He feels agony from any small movement he makes. But a small part of him knows he deserves it. Eye for an eye. Life for a life. It’s only fair, right?

But dammit, he really would just prefer to die already.

…

...How long has it been? He can’t count anymore.

It hurts.

Just end it.

Please.

He knows it’s his fault, he does. He’ll go to hell, he can accept that. He begs in his mind, unable to talk.

He begs for the next knife to cut something vital.

...The next one never comes.

The machine continues making the ticking noises, mechanism activating with a clunk and a creak after ten have passed, but nothing flies out anymore. Eiji only stares at it, betrayed. It started this, yet can’t even finish him off? How cruel. How terrible. What a waste of material. How incredibly… lame.

It feels like forever to him, writhing in agony, but eventually the pain starts to fade somewhat. Ah… he’s dying. The only thing he does anymore is chuckle lowly, some blood spilling past his lips as the chuckle evolves into a gurgle. He’s kind of disappointed, deep inside. He was hopeful that his death would’ve been something gory and gruesome, something he could at least respect - yet here he is. A barely living pincushion, simply bleeding to death. How… mild. So, so lame. So boring. Nobody would want watch this.

It’s... so... d i s a p p o i n t i n g.

His remaining eye closes, and soon after he loses consciousness, any trace of life leaves his limp body. The quiet sound of blood dripping onto the floor remains as the only sound in the small room.

…

It’s over, at last.

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Dang it all !!!!!

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that girl was on fiiiire

You could feel some of the heat of the execution through the doors Kazuki had been taken through. How frightening. 

As a stunned silence took over the room, the Queen did her usual job of placing down the cards in the centre of the room, free for the taking, and headed to the elevator. 

“Good job evewyone…! I hope next time we dont hav to use so many icky effekts!” She sticks her tongue out, Elliot’s death sure was violent.

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Discord Dissonance || CH.4 Execution II

"...I... I was truly happy to... to have friends. I was happy playing in that pool... I was happy to get to know you all and try my best to help you... Please... if I can make a selfish request, please remember... remember that me... The me who never wanted any of this to happen... ...No... I shouldn't ask that, I... I'm sorry... Nevermind..."

That's as bad as asking for forgiveness. Geez.

"...Please... do not lose yourselves like I did. And... good luck to all of you. I pray that you find the one behind all of this soon...", he finishes before he falls silent.

...It seems like that's all he has to say. He's completely given up on himself, it seems. Not like there was any hope for him in the first place. How dumb to think he could have a normal, happy life.

There's no way you deserve that if you find joy in death. He knows that.

With those parting words the Runway fills with that familiar, dreaded, rumbling as the center of the stage opens up. On cue, metal tendrils seize the Horror Musician by the limbs and quite violently drag him towards the hole. As the robots finish their maniacal cackling, the once friendly figure of Eiji Mazawa disappears into the void.

Upupupu~!

As the other two jump inside, Momotori turns to address the crowd again. It seems they’ve taken to the lead this time around.

“Be proud chickadees! You caught the toootally evil and irredeemable killer! You could show some pizzaz, don’t’cha think!? He did such a neat murder for you all, and half of you are just moping about!”

They point at Kagemori. While everyone was talking, E.ve and the Visual Kei Artist could be seen wrestling (or was it waltzing...?) together as the Speedrunner desperately tried to keep the purple-haired student away from the killer. However, after tumbling over from both their efforts, Kagemori did get in a fairly good hit on Eiji before he was whisked away.

[15] It was a solid sucker punch too, if we may add... Mazawa didn’t even try to move his head.

“That one has the right idea! Anyway, toodle-loo~! We’ll see you in a few... It’s Punishment Time!”

And with that, they’re all gone. The screens flicker to life in the seconds following as your classmate’s execution is broadcast to the entire room.

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peach time

How grizzly. Well, all the deaths have been grizzly so far. Only seven of you remained, and the lingering scent of burning was also pretty uncomfortable.

Wow! Another clatter of keys by the door. Three this time. Two apartment keys, and… something else?

Wallace adjusted his glasses, and looked at the key pile. “Oh fuckin’ sweet, you can get over to Old Silent Hill using this key to the bridge control.”

He takes the bridge control key for himself, twirling the keychain around his finger. We are going to let a ghost control a bridge baby !!!!!!! Or someone could steal the keys off of him, and be the bridge man instead.

“Oh yeah and, I dunno, you guys still wanna work on killin’ whoever’s behind this? I mean, I guess if you don’t, the monsters’ll getcha sooner or later.” Wow that’s : /

The tour guide shrugs, and opens the door to let everyone out. Head on home. Or don’t.