The number of students continued to dwindle as more and more killed. Monobear’s motives had been doing their work, and with such a tantalizing tone this week, some people were anxious to take their cash and skidaddle.
As the sun rose, the students groggily rose from their beds, some earlier than others. Little did they know what events had transpired since they went to rest the night before. When you head downstairs on your way to go have breakfast, a panicked Oliver Lancaster exits the kitchen. Approaching you, he directs you into the room, bringing a startling sight into view.
“ATTENTION!! A body has been discovered! Following a period of investigation, we will begin our fun fourth trial!”
Victim: Takumi Yasushi, SHSL Watercolor Artist
Time of Death: 11:27 PM
Cause of Death: Blood Loss
The intercom obnoxiously sprang to life not even a week after Ryuunosuke Inoue was executed, and it surprised no one when they heard the message’s contents.
“Attention, Attention, Attention ATTENTION. I’ve decided that I’m going to let you guys all out of here! Actually, I haven’t, but that seemed like the best way to make absolutely sure you were listening, and I guess it worked! Now please report to the Big Top for a required meeting!”
As the students gathered under the circus tent, Monobear was already there, as per usual. He seemed as happy as could be. Most of the students by now already knew what was coming: another incentive to kill. Yet, their ever so dramatic captor insisted on building it up as theatrically as possible. He stood on his podium, clearing his throat.
“Ahem, ahem. So, I bet most of you have gotten a hang of the schtick around here by now, huh? Motive, murder, trial, and then everything starts from the beginning again. Guess which one of those three things we’re here for today.”
It was totally a trial!
“If you guessed motive, you’re absolutely right! Good job! You all deserve a sticker.”
“What’s this? You’re saying that you want more than just a sticker? Well, if you find adhesive accessories aren’t your forte, I think I may be willing to offer you a little something else that might pique your interest.”
“Now, you can call me boring all you like. Or a doodoo face. Or a shithead, or any other sort of name you like. And that really hurts my feelings! It… it almost makes me want to cry. Good thing I can wipe all my tears away with this!”
With this, Monobear pointed to a screen, where a projection had already begun to play. It depicted a simply massive pile of bills, looking like it must add up to at least several million dollars!
Monobear laughed loudly in an attempt to draw attention back to him, rocking back and forth. “That’s right! You, too, can bury the sorrows of this killing game in money! Who cares if your friends are dead! You can buy new ones! You can build friends! Out of money!”
“To think! All you have to do is kill someone! Is the life of everyone here really worth that amount of money? I didn’t think so. So you guys get the gist by now. In the pattern I mentioned earlier, what came after the motive again?”
“That’s right. Murder. Later losers!”
And with that, a puff of smoke engulfed the bear, leaving an empty space where he’d been standing just a moment before.
