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Victim: Stella Illjes Location of Body: Control Room Cause of Death: Ballistic Trauma Time of Death: █:██ █M
The victim is Stella Illjes. The time of death was around █:██ █M. The body is located in the Control Room. Stella’s cause of death seems to be of ballistic trauma as is evident with the bullet wound in her chest. She is slumped against the panels which all seem to have been meddled with recently.
[THIS DEATH IS NOT TO BE INVESTIGATED.]
[art by elliott!]
Execution -- The Show Must Go On
(TW: DECAPITATION)
HARUE OKUDAIRA HAS BEEN FOUND GUILTY… LOADING… EXECUTION 100% LOADED. COMMENCING EXECUTION: THE SHOW MUST GO ON
Bright lights flash on a giant stage, revealing several things beneath their glare. A giant, ornate frame resembling a kamishibai box is set around the edges, and massive pictures on metal boards resembling an unrecognizable legend rest inside of it, lined up one behind the other. Standing proudly by is Monobear, dressed in colorful robes while pointing eagerly to the picture.
As for the star of the show, at the center of the stage before the pictures is none other than Harue- Lying face up on a metal slab attached to a track running upstage, with giant latches holding their arms and legs in place.
With the loud boom of Monobear’s voice and a cheer from the Monober crowd, the show begins at last.
“Once upon a time, there lived a hero…”
Any words the robot said next were drowned out by the deafening clang! of a metal board with a new picture as it falls in front of the others, dropping from the grasp of the crane that pulled it from the back. Monobear’s actions and gestures grow even faster and more exaggerated, as it narrates a story only the metallic audience could hear. The new picture signaled more than just the start of a tale- with an unheard click of gears the slab Harue lies on jolts once, then begins its slow trek up the stage and towards the falling boards.
It’s agonizing; the only insight into their fate Harue can get is from the steady slam of the boards as Monobear weaves his tale, and the sound is enough to make bone-chilling dread wash over them. But that wouldn’t do, now would it? If they were going to die, how could they let it happen with a look of defeat on their face?
Limbs tremble and sweat drips as deadly apprehension grips them, but by some strength their lips twist up into a shaky version of their familiar devil-may-care grin. The Monobear crowd is going wild now, and Harue can feel the breeze coming from the boards’ impact. Monobear jumps around shouting, and at long last, the slab screeches to a stop. There's a deathly quiet lull in all activity, and Harue chances a nervous glance up-
Only to be met with the sight of a board directly above them, already falling along the path that lines up with their neck.
“H… Ha, aha…”
“THE END!”
Everything goes dark, and all that can be heard is the loud screech of metal meeting metal... then a dull thump upon wood.
HARUE OKUDAIRA, SHSL KAMISHIBAI TELLER, HAS BEEN EXECUTED.
[ art credit goes to farren! ]
Victim: Skye Williams Location of Body: Kitchen Cause of Death: Asphyxiation Time of Death: 2:06am
The victim is Skye Williams. The time of death was around 2:06am. The body is located in the Kitchen propped up against the pantry door. Skye’s cause of death seems to be of asphyxiation. His expression is neutral and looks as though he could be sleeping. In addition, there is a wooden mixing spoon in his lap.
[art by finn!]
Execution -- Another Tail
RUPERT FISCHER HAS BEEN FOUND GUILTY… LOADING… EXECUTION 100% LOADED. COMMENCING EXECUTION: ANOTHER TAIL
{ ᒄ₍⁽ˆ⁰ˆ⁾₎ᒃ♪♬ }
That chains that caught the boy threw him into a darkened stage. The lights flickering between black and red before toning into a golden yellow. Trees, flowers, bushes, and grass rose up the same time as him. Creating a nature setting that seemed like a fairytale with the exotic flowers and vines decorating the trees and floor. It was a beautiful sight, but gave him the chills and a sinking feeling.
A moment of silence before the sound of children could be heard. Their voices growing louder as they drew near with a happy song dancing on their lips. Admittedly it first made the toymaker jump, only straightening up when the soft crunching stopped. He didn’t have a chance to look at them or warmly greet the children before they dragged him away from the center stage. With only one glance up to them he can see the creepy smiles plastered on their faces.
Their drag lasted until his arms started aching, which they then forced him to sit down among them in their circle. The tallest child stood in the center and blabbered in an inaudible voice. Buzzing after every sentence they spoke. The only parts he understood was ‘game’ and ‘pig’. Once the mysterious chatter was finished they all turned to look at him. He wouldn’t have been so fearful to be looked at if it wasn’t for their eyes. Slowly glowing a pale red. Expressions twisting into a sneer and daggers directed on him. It was truly unnerving for him.
When their appearances altered to a sinister look, he forced himself out of their grip and began to run. To where exactly? Anywhere. He wanted to be alone. He wanted to be with regular human beings. His friends... not some fake entities.
Weren’t your ‘friends’ like that anyways?
After running for a few minutes he made the mistake of looking back. They group wasn’t too far behind him. Giggling and laughing loudly as they did so. True, pure fear welled up inside him and he couldn’t hide it. He can’t hide anything anymore. He can’t run from anything anymore.
His eyes darted around the forest grounds to search for a hiding spot. It was easy at first since everything was ridiculously large, but the moment he took a spot behind a tree everything shrunk. Smaller and smaller and smaller… Soon reaching his height and panic fully settled in. His breaths were heavy as he slide down to the ground. Hoping. Wishing his life could be prolonged. Even by a little bit…
“Please let luck be on my side for once!”
Their small chatters grew closer and the crunching of dead leaves approached the tree he was hiding behind. He was sure that they know he’s there. Sense his presence… So in the last moments, he softly sang a lullaby to help him go out with a little joy. Clutching his heart and squeezing his eyes shut, he had no desire to look at the horrifying faces before him. Not until he heard that one familiar voice. That one soft, light voice he once knew... Making him slowly open his eyes to look.
“... Is that really you? My dear sister?”
No response. The last thing he ever saw through the tears in his eyes was the disgusted look of his twin sister before a swipe of a scythe. Multiple times he was hit and sounds of pain slipped through his mouth until everything went quiet. Time stood still. No screams, no rustling, or noises from the ghoulish children. Nothing. Just silence as the children carried his bloody body away.
“The game has come to an end! We won! The pig was slain ahaha~!”
Rupert Fischer, SHSL Toymaker, has been executed.
[art by finn!]
Execution -- It’s Not Wabbit Season
[tw: gunfire and guns, hunting, animal cruelty]
FUURO MIYAWAKI HAS BEEN FOUND GUILTY…
LOADING… EXECUTION 100% LOADED.
IT’S NOT WABBIT SEASON
When Fuuro awoke, she was in a completely different area. Any signs of her being choked by a metal collar on her way here had seemingly disappeared. In fact, the location was a complete contrast to the dull and bleak setting of the mutual killing game. It was a beautiful field, filled with luscious greenery and colorful hues of flowers. Trees stood tall and mighty, as if they were gods presiding over the lovely fields to protect them from harm. The sun was bright, and the sky was bluer than Fuuro ever remembered it being. Birds were chirping loudly, the sound mellifluous to the ecologist’s ears. The grasses made a slight ruffle sound as she wearily stepped around the area. A word couldn’t even be used to describe the beauty of the scenery. Breathtaking, gorgeous, luxurious, they were all words for something that described beauty, but there was no way they could be used to describe the fields.
Had the mutual killing all been a bad dream? For a moment, she actually wondered. In fact, Fuuro smiled for the first time in what felt like forever. Forgetting, that even for a moment, things were less than okay. A naive mistake on Fuuro’s part. Maybe it was due to the fact that she was still very light headed? Confused could describe it as well. Nobody could possibly forget mutual killing, after taking a life themselves. The ecologist remembered fondly of committing the murder, but, did that really matter? The situation itself went from joyous to dubious as the memories flooded back into Fuuro’s mind. The chain, the words, and her own self-doubt continued to come to Fuuro until it eventually hit her. This wasn’t any kind of dream...it was a nightmare.
By the time she realized it, Monomi had made her grand appearance, although this time she was wearing a hat. Deer antlers, to be more specific. Fuuro looked around and to her surprise, at least 10 more Monomis with deer antlers had arose, seemingly from nowhere. Monomi’s presence in the still amazing world made it more gaudy. The brown and white palette didn’t match up with the florescent colors of the flowers in the field. A clashing that Fuuro immediately noted. She counted up the amount of Monomis in the area, out of sheer morbid curiosity.
18 Monomis.
It was strange that they were wearing deer antlers. She didn’t dare to go near them, knowing they were capable of exploding. Fuuro had no intention of becoming a firework because of a fucking stuffed rabbit. Slowly, she inched past the nonmoving rabbits, taking her time to assure that she didn’t touch a single one of them. Something caught her eye as she was passing by. A billboard, to be exact. It was quite a ways away, but large enough for anyone with bad eyesight to read. She placed her hand above her head to shield the obnoxiously bright sun out of her eyes. It took a second for her to process what the sign read;
“DEER HUNTING SEASON STARTS TODAY!”
It finally clicked in Fuuro’s mind. Those rabbits weren’t supposed to represent rabbits at all. They were meant to be deer. The pieces of this strange puzzle were finally falling together. Just in time for Fuuro to obtain her own pair of animal souvenirs! Wait, what? Fuuro grabbed the top of her head and found herself wearing deer antlers of her own. How they got there, she couldn’t determine. Hell, they could have been there from the very start. With so much going on, she didn’t necessarily take the time to see if she had a hat on. Logically, people don’t wake up with hats. That wasn’t even logic, it was common sense.
Fuuro was getting off track, focusing on hats, rather than the fact that she was about to be executed. The thing that jammed her memory? The sound of a gunshot. She immediately looked over and saw another Monomi. This one was taller by at least two feet (Of course, this was an estimation. She didn’t have time to properly measure the size.). On her head was a cute safari hat, and in her paws? A shotgun. One of the biggest shotguns Fuuro had ever seen. Way behind the rabbit, Fuuro saw a sign. Squinting her eyes, she read what the sign said.
“DEER POPULATION: 18”
She looked over at the rabbit and began to run. The hunter began shooting at the other “deer,” If they could even be called that. Fuuro ran until she couldn’t run any more. Her legs seemingly didn’t want to work due to her own panic. A continuous medley of gunshots and gun cocking could be heard from behind the ecologist. Out of sheer morbid curiosity, she looked back as she ran, to see what the current population was. It was natural to assume that once that count reached one, she’d come after her.
“DEER POPULATION: 10”
She thought as much.
Taking a detour to the left, Fuuro found a bush with bright green leaves and black fruitlets adorning it. A thornless blackberry bush, Fuuro observed. It was a perfect hiding place for the time being. It’d give her time to rest well before running. Any chance she had at escaping this execution she was going to take. After all, wouldn’t it be better to die attempting to escape rather than give up? Her father taught her many things, and perseverance was one of those lessons. “Don’t give up until it’s over,” was a phrase that Fuuro took very seriously.
In the distance, she heard more of those ear-ringing gunshots. She quickly parted two pieces of bushery in order to get a better look at what was going on. Human curiosity was an interesting concept, not that Fuuro really even bothered to think of it like that at this point. Her goal was to get the estimate of deer population. Did she realize the risk of being seen? No. Her mind was racing a million miles.
“DEER POPULATION: 5″
Fuuro could easily match the plethora of gunshots up to the “hunter” aiming at the targets. Soon enough, he had ended up shooting all 18 deer. There was no longer a deer to be spotted. But the strange thing was? The sign. It had changed, but not accurately. That bothered the ecologist so much. The deer population seemed to be completely wiped out.
“DEER POPULATION: 1″
...So where was the last deer? The answer was right around the corner. Or rather, on top of Fuuro’s head. Was she considered to be the last remaining deer? Because the antlers on her head seemed to be proving that theory. She looked up and attempted to get the antlers off her head. The struggle seemed to be to no avail. They were stuck there, quite firmly. In her struggle, the young woman heard something behind her...a gunshot...immediately followed by a burn mark on her hand.
A bullet had grazed her.
She quickly turned around to find a second Monomi hunter pointing a shotgun at her. In that moment, Fuuro froze, the like ice in the arctic tundra. She was stuck, and couldn’t move. The gun was pointed at her head, and there wasn’t a damn thing she could do about it...Besides mourn her failed attempt at escaping death. For the first time since the mutual killing game started, Fuuro cried. She was sobbing, shaking, and scared. Her final moments were spent reducing the cold-hearted girl into an emotional mess. Certainly not how she wanted to go out.
BOOM
DEER POPULATION: EXTINCT
Fuuro Miyawaki, Super High-School Level Ecologist, has been executed.
[ art credit goes to Émi! ]
Victim: Motokazu “Moto” Itawa Location of Body: Laundromat Cause of Death: Exsanguination Time of Death: 01:43am
The victim is Motokazu Itawa. The time of death was around 01:43am. The body is located in a washing machine within the Laundromat. Motokazu’s cause of death seems to be of exsanguination as indicated by the blood all over his chest. The victim’s eyes are wide in shock, his expression matching it.
[art by vega!]
Execution -- Maximum Break... of his Bones
[tw: crushing, choking, negativity]
RITSUO HAKASE HAS BEEN FOUND GUILTY…
LOADING… EXECUTION 100% LOADED.
COMMENCING EXECUTION: MAXIMUM BREAK... OF HIS BONES
Hakase finds himself surrounded by complete darkness – with the only thing preventing the snooker player from feeling blind being a bright light coming from... the ceiling? Hakase isn’t particularly sure. His expression remains smiley, but, should one were to look at him, they’d be able to see that his body found itself shaky and nervous, contrasting heavily with his apparently forced on smile.
He takes a few steps towards the light, placing a hand over his forehead when he gets close enough for the light to stain his eyes. What in the world is happening? His expression manages to keep itself happy, but it is now extremely clear he feels just the opposite, heavy nerve and distress. There is, simply put, absolutely nothing going on! This doesn’t strike him as an execution – it strikes him as totally boring! This was horrid! Nerve-wracking!
That’s when he hears it. A very familiar sound, neat and loud and sharp – it is the striking of a cue ball, the beginning of a match of the game he so dearly adored. Rumbling suddenly fills his surroundings, Hakase being terribly, terribly close to falling over. He tugs at the cuffs of his sleeves, but his posture tightens and grows far less shaky. Something is going to happen. It brings a sense of excitement to his spine.
Soon enough, the rumbling slows down, but the noise of rolling feels very close to him. Despite this, Hakase remains extremely close to the light, refusing to budge. Moving away in the face of danger would only bore him. There was no point, no point at all... That’s when the snooker ball falls, gigantic – far larger than Hakase. It’s scarlet shade stumbles towards the darkness. The snooker player realises he is in the pocket of a snooker table! How strange! Hakase merely moves a step away in order to escape death. To escape pain.
More balls begin to fall towards the darkness, towards Hakase. They repeat themselves in a pattern Hakase knows very well. Red, black, red, black... the initial steps to gaining a perfect score. Although he successfully manages to dodge the first couple of snooker balls, they soon begin to surround him, falling to him at a ridiculously quick pace. Hakase is not a fast person, he knows this, he typically ignores this, but now it is taking a horrid toll on him.
His agility is beginning to give out, and the snooker balls are beginning to strike his arms and legs, causing for bruises to appear amidst his body. His expression is turning into something much more awry – with the smile that had been plastered amongst his face turning into an expression that reeks of both concern and of pure frustration.
Red, black, red, black, red, black... Hakase knows that, soon enough, this combination would change. His feet and knees, weak and stained with bruises and blood, begin to give out. Hakase falls to his knees, the snooker player now panting and sweating. He looks towards the top of the pocket, towards the slight amount of light... and, slowly, surely, Hakase crawls towards it.
A couple of snooker balls have piled up on top of each other – and, quite surprisingly, it seems that no new snooker balls have appeared for quite a long time. Why not attempt to climb out? Why not cheat death?
He, with a devastating amount of effort, begins to stand up, placing his leg amongst the edge of one of the red snooker balls. Up he goes... his climbing is nothing more than lackluster, his expression unable to turn into his usual smile. The only thing that mattered right now is that he might be able to escape horrid discomfort, horrid negativity...
That’s when the noise, neat and loud and sharp, rings throughout Hakase’s ears. He shuts his eyes, allowing for his hands and feet to slip their grip on the snooker ball. Something seems to roll towards the pocket... and, sure enough, a snooker ball falls. This time – it’s yellow.
The game is coming to a close. Hakase, now lying flat on the floor, realises this. His eyes open for a moment, staring towards the yellow snooker ball. He looks up, realising he’s terribly close to the stain of light – terribly close to death.
The next ball, green, strikes Hakase’s necktie, beginning to tighten it. His breathing grows forced and muffled, and his body grows numb. Hakase, now, truly appears to be on the verge of death. There are stuffed up tears in his eyes. He feels nothing but pain, nothing but pain...
Brown, blue, pink... the next three snooker balls strike his back, hands, and chest, leaving him unable to think properly, unable to feel anything other than complete pain. It’s a feeling he isn’t very used to – one that he had a tendency to avoid. The game is so, so terribly close to finishing... in the back of his head, Hakase knows this, but the drowning amount of pain is more than enough for him to completely ignore that.
Finally – a final large snooker ball falls, this time black in shade. It falls towards his head. The cracking of bones and a loud gasp is heard – followed by absolute silence. Balls roll throughout the pocket, and Hakase lies on the floor, now nothing but a corpse.
“It’s a maximum break! 147 points!”
Hakase Ritsuo was a boy desperately afraid of negativity. In his mind, pain and discomfort and mourning were all things to be avoided. After all, if one can brush off awful feelings and keep smiling, why not do it? It might have made him appear cold, appear cruel... and, truly, he’d grown to genuinely be both of those things.
“A perfect score! Isn’t it incredible! What a fantastic game!”
He’d killed to avoid those feelings – of negativity, of pain, of mourning... he didn’t want a life where he’d be inconvenienced. He didn’t want a life where he couldn’t flee from negativity... it was a petty reason to kill, but, at the very least, it was a reason.
He died feeling nothing other than that – regret, pain, and sharp negativity.
One could say he deserved it.
Ritsuo Hakase, the Super High-School Level Snooker Player, has been executed.
[art credit goes vega!]
Victim: Ryouichi Ishikawa Location of Body: Bathroom Cause of Death: Hypovolemia Time of Death: 10:25PM The victim is Ryouichi Ishikawa. The time of death was around 10:25pm. The body is located inside the co-ed bathroom near the dorms. Ryouichi’s cause of death seems to be of hypovolemia. Just at a glance one can notice some burn marks on them and some watered down blood on their head, and their expression is pained.
[art by ollie!]
