Mar 28, 2017
☼》 Oh no. Ohhhh no.
Oh no.
The red emergency sirens are flashing and sounding off in Chiaki’s mind as he took in the sight before him.
A.... a murder.
A defilement.
A bottle of ketchup, in his hand.
Ketchup itself, not on the food, but upon the face of Takamine’s beloved mascot stuffed toy.
Crap.
Crap.
Crapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrap.
Everything happened so fast, and he was too stunned to even move from his position. But a sudden sound from behind made him jump, and all the dread came washing over him as he turned, panicked, smiling hastily, and hiding the murder weapon behind him.
“T-Takamine! U-um--”
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