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A Fairytale, A Fairyland || Ch. 4 GFS II

When you approached the stage, you noticed a few things were.... different. You were certain that the elaborate castle setup wasn’t something you had seen before, nor was the mechanical dragon spiraling around the runway stage. Nor were the twinkling robots zipping here and there, emitting bell-like chimes.

Your mascots themselves bowed to you as you filed in, and it was Miryo-ke who picked you back up.

“Your highnesses! Welcome to our new ‘n improved fashion show, the Fourth Hope’s Peak’s Most Murderous! Nyahahahahaha! We thought the previous few gos were a little... how shall we say, basic, so we decided to incorporate 90% more danger and 110% more fun into it. ...That’s how percentages work, right?”

Shaking their head from side to side so that their whiskers smacked into their face with the momentum of the movement, they straightened up and clasped their paws in front of them. 

“And we have higher stakes this time around. Muuuuuuch higher stakes. Mew know all the death and doom and gloom? That was all just a taste for what’s to come. Nyahahah! Sooner or later, your number will come up. Think mew can just hide behind the others and use ‘em as scapegoats? We have your number. Good thing we don’t like all of you equally, so you’re on an even playing field. Nyanyways.”

There was a pause, and they brushed their muzzle with a paw.

“The theme for this Group Fashion Show is a special one, and works a bit different: “Fantasy Land”! That would make it a Fancy/Cute hybrid, which means you have those two categories to work from. Oh, I’m so excited. But before that...!”

Momotori cut in.

“But! Before you get going, because we know you’re ready to shake your tail feathers up there, we’ve decided that you guys deserve some more… options! Yup, yup! That’s the word! So, there have been some minor updates to Group Fashion Show rules!”

The chunky bird fixes their bowtie, clearing their non-existent throat.

“We’ve come to realize that maybe you chickadees simply have stage fright! And that’s why it’s so hard t’ get you to cooperate! So!!” They hold our their wings proudly, “We’ll now be allowin’ you guys to walk in groups!”

Momotori chuckles, wings returning to hips.

“In a group of no more than 3-” They think about it. “...Not that yous have that many of you left KYA-HAHA~” Clearing their throat, the bird continues, “You guys can now take your turn together! We’ll still be judging you independently, but you can try an’ hype each other up if your friend is performing exceptionally bad. Our non-existent hearts might not be swayed, but that should take the edge off!”

“Along with that! There will now be interactive obstacles and set pieces for you guys can try using to spice up your runway walks! Feel free to take your own look at the stage before going up to see what’s what. Though, be careful! If you mess up, we’ll only laugh at you Kehehe~”

Momotori giggles into their wings.

“The last thing t’ keep in mind is, in line with the new set pieces, if you’re worried about not doing well. We’ll… turn a blind eye t’ any foul play. You guys seem t’ be all buddy buddy - but how long will that hold up when you start realizing how poorly you’re doing I wonder. KYA-HAHAH!!”

With that, your avian judge seems satisfied and steps back in line with the others.

And with that, you were allowed to strut your stuff.

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National Treasure || Ch. 3 GFS II

Miryo-ke was still there to deliver the traditional announcement - more of a formality at this point, as you knew what it would entail. 

“Hello everynyan! Betcha missed us, nya? Anyways, this is the third.... monthly? Yearly? Nyah, never mind! Ya don’t know how long you’ve been in here and it’s better off to keep it that way. Anyways, welcome to the Third Group Fashion Show of Hope’s Peak’s Most Murderous!”

A whirring noise resembling laughter came from their throat. 

“As mew know, you have to do your best! Good work means good rewards. Bad work means a baaaaad punishment for whoever ends up last. Oh, brr, I wouldn’t like to be the person who endures what we have in store for ‘em this time. Everything mew saw before? That was just a taste of what’s to come!”

Miryo-ke did a little twirl, claws out. Momotori jumps up from behind them, wings on hips proudly.

“Yup, yup! In fact, we’re mixing things up a bit this round~! If you’ll take a look at the stage-”

Behind the trio, you’ll all notice the lights of the stage are warm tones of Blue and Green. The backdrop shows flitting pictures of the mascots frozen in cool action shots - straight out of a B-List adrenaline film.

“Since only having one theme is boring - we decided to make things a little more dynamic. This round, your theme is “Action Movie”! Y’know all of those silly flicks that try to seem cool with an overabundance of romance, violence, and explosions? That’s what this show will be based around! Preeeeety funky fresh, right?”

They ignore the ensuing silence as Miryo-ke steps up again.

“Give us your best! Show off your best looks this time, and make sure your items fit a Funny or Cool theme. Nyah... you’ll never be as cool a cat as me, though. And with that, let us... begin!”

The mascots retreated to their usual positions, allowing you the chance to pull together your best look. 

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Conclusion || Trial 1 End

Just like that, you watched one among your number die in front of your eyes. It wasn’t like Yuuna, this was inescapable. And yet, there was an element of distance, you were the spectators in the audience. So the beginning and end of Keiko’s demise came and went, and you were left with the sudden knowledge that this was what “punishment” the mascots had in mind. 

It was one of those sudden, unpleasant thoughts, like knowing that a friend had been gossiping behind your back or spreading libel that sent a thrill that bore an uncanny resemblance to an electric shock the second you realized.

Death awaited for anyone who killed another. A life for a life. 

Before your philosophical musings could evolve further into some brilliant conclusion, Miryo-ke’s voice interrupted your musings. 

“Nyayaya! And that’s our bloody finale for ny’all! Didcha enjoy it? That’s justice here!”

Justice indeed. Murdering someone, old-fashioned execution style. It wasn’t even the sort that might be used in the conventional sense of the word, it was mocking, twisted.

“But since mew got it right, my fellow mascots and I will be kind! All of you receive one KiraCoin, and-”

Click! A notification came from your Modelpads, and you glanced down at them to see a new tab labeled “Floor 2″ was flashing. Miryo-ke glanced at you petulantly. 

“What was that! Nyah, if you’re hiding something from us... no matter! This trial’s officially over. But beware... we’re watching. Aaalways watching.”

They hopped off the podium along with the other mascots, as the runway returned back to the way it had always been, as if you hadn’t just watched a human being die. In a way, it was anticlimactic. 

Chapter 1 End

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Yatto Jiyuu! Hajimeru Jikan Da! || Motive

Miryo-ke turned to meet your gazes after the fiasco, looking positively thrilled - as if they were at a funfair and hadn’t just dropped Mina to an uncertain doom. Rearing up on their hind legs and striding toward the crowd with their paws clasped behind their back, they paced back and forth like a dean gleefully plotting a punishment for unruly students. Which… in a sense, they were. It wasn’t exactly Hope’s Peak, but it was still an educational experience. You were still learning things - such as how far technology had come and how there was some batshit conspiracy or another related to Hope’s Peak’s Most Excellent and murder-happy robots.

“Nyayayaya! Mina sure fell from grace there, didn’t she? Had a nice little trip, thanks to Mamoru! Buuuuuuuuuut…. but but… now it’s your turn! Nya thought mew’d get away with it this time? We have a nice little movie ready fur you!”

They do their trademark pose, before breaking out into laughter. Somehow, the situation felt remarkably less funny than Miryo-ke found it.

“N’yall have skeletons in the closet, don’t mew? A black box of sorts, you know what gets in, and mew all know what the result will be! What mew don’t know is what happens in the box, what your motivation is! But soon you’ll find out…. take a look-sie!”

Your Modelpad pinged, and radiated a soft light. Miryo-ke’s voice faded into the background as you realized the full extent of what you were witnessing. But… how? How could they-

“Your secrets! You see them? Who knows how long it’ll be before others do! Hmm…. sooner rather than later, methinks. You see, if one of you doesn’t kill... every day from the next, a lottery will be run! The lucky winners will have their secrets broadcasted to all inside here.”

There’s a pause. Well, perhaps it wasn’t that bad. Perhaps, it would only serve as an icebreaker! Perhaps-

“And if all of your dirty laundry is raked out before someone kills, we’ll broadcast it to the world! Imagine that! And you know…. there’s some real career-ruining stuff in there. You think we’re nasty and bad? We’re nothing compared to what some of you have done. After all, we’re not the ones going around, getting our paws, claws, and feathers sullied.”

They winked.

“But, of course, you can murder to prevent the black box from breaking! Nyaaaaaah, we hope mew have fun!”

With that, the judges retreated in a flurry of furry.

...It was turning out to be a very long day, indeed.

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Rules of the Road || Trial Start!

Miryo-ke put a paw up to their mouth and chuckled in their usual cunning manner, a moment’s pause ensuing before they take over from Modelkuma with poorly-concealed glee. 

“Ahh, my favourite! The part where you do my job for me!”

Clapping their hands together a few times, they launch into their own explanation.

“By that, I mean that I’d like to talk about the claaaaass trial! You see, you were all gathered here to avenge the murder of your classmates. How are you to go about that? Well...”

A whirring noise came from their throat.

“You are to debate the circumstances of the murder here amongst yourselves, using evidence, logic, and reasoning! When you think you have an idea of who might have murdered the victim... dear Kumagae-san?”

They clapped their paws.

“You vote for them, using the handy-dandy podium provided for you to key in their name!”

Surely enough, there was an area on the podium in front of you to key in the name of any the residents of the agency. 

“As for what happens then?”

They made a slicing motion in the air as their claws extended.

“You’ll see! Anyways, you know that a murderer has to kill twice to get away with it. What happens if more than one body pops up? We’ll cross that bridge once we get to it! What happens if you want to discuss something more than murder? Well, we’ll cross that bridge once we get to it, too! But with that, I declare this trial...”

There was a nod of their head.

“Officially started!”

Trial Start!

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Miryo-ke’s Final Thoughts || GFS End III

Then, Miryo-ke clasped their paws together - though muffled by silicone toe beans, the noise was still loud enough to reach the assembled students. They proceeded to offer their own two cents on the events,

“Nyaya, what a spectacular furst fashion show! Modelkuma summarized it fairly well, but why nyat give my own overview on you all? Nyaaaaa...”

They tap a paw against their face thoughtfully.

“da Silva-san! A valiant try, a valiant try! I know you have it in mew to do your best, so fur-give me if I’m a bit let down. Still, you tried! And I have to give mew credit fur that.... 24 points!”

“Bathory-san? Hm... Nyaya, you have an a-mew-sing present and an ah-mah-zing sense of style! Woooahwoah, the way mew came up on stage and showed your stuff, even if you had a bit of a stumble there? The presence you commanded through the fashion stage? Deserving of praise! To mew, 37 points.”

“Fujimoto-san! Meeeeh, you were just kinda middling! Try spicing it up next time, but not too much so! Try toning it back a bit, but not tooo much, nya gotta be just right! Got it? Try practicing some more and work on a better look before coming up here. 25 points!”

“Fujimotwo-san! Nyah, I have no idea what Modelkuma’s talking about. You rock! Not the best, but gold star fur effort. I’d give nya one if I had one, nyayayayaya! But I guess a good consolation prize would be 35 points.”

“Mazawa-nyan! Nyaaaah, really good effort! I know you’re the spooky dude and all that, but nya really showed what mew can do. Good job, good job! 33 points!”

“Fuku-fukumoto-san! Nyah, your attempt wasn’t the best at all! Nyawful. Try harder next time, okay? 17 points!”

“Fukuyama-chan! Wooooah, you’re so dazzling up there! And the costume? Purrfect! What an amazing performance, bravo, bravo! To you, I’m gonna give... 34 points! That sounds about right.”

“Aikawa-san! A solid performance by a solid model, nyaaah. Keep trying and mew might be in the major leagues. Nothing much more fur me to say! 31 points.”

“Amashiro-san! Nyaaaaah, wowie! Now here’s someone who managed to rise above the rest and really show what mew can do! Amazing, amazing! I can’t wait to see what you manage next. 39 points!”

“Imamiya-san. Dunno if it’s just because you’re a model and judging things harshly is in my nature or whaaaat, but mew kinda didn’t impress me! Try harder, this is Hope’s Peak’s Most Excellent, not some stuffy fashion show with no murder or excitement! 21 points.”

“E.ve, E.ve, E.ve... woah, nelly, mew really fell flat on your face there! And I thought you had great taste, I’m so disappointed! ‘Cause of that, I’m gonna give you 18 points. Feeling just a little charitable, you know! 18 points.”

“Kyou-san! Guess nya gotta keep rolling with the punches, even if you don’t look especially stylish while doing so. Unfurtunately, that’s what counts in this place... so you get 21 points!”

“Kanta-san! Talk about a pick-up there, whewee! You may have struggled to soar at first, but soon there wasn’t a star in the sky nya couldn’t reach. I’ll award you a nice, almost even 31 points!”

“Kumagae-nyan! You really know how to impress me, dontcha! Walking down the runway like you own it... nyah, maybe you do, who knows! 32 points for mew!”

“Nyah, strong start, Chi-tyan! But ya just couldn’t keep it up... maybe next time you’ll do a bit better? I know you have it in nya! 26 points.”

“Woahwoawoah Pres-tyan! So dazzling.... so confident.... nyaya, I like this ‘un! Keep on dazzling the runway and maybe you’ll turn into a star! 42.” 

“Solid job, Mickey-nyan! Even when you’re not at your best, you’re still far from bad. Saw nya slipping a bit to the end there, but can’t please everyone, can mew? 31!”

“Nyaaah, Sada-tyan! You might be flashy and polished, but it’s all smoke and mirrors! Try better next time, alright? I like your poise, but tone it down a bit, nyah? 25.”

“Red-nyaaaan! You’re just full of surprises! Nya kinda bored me to the beginning and end, but your middle move... ohh, that showed real class! Try more of that next time. 18!”

With that, they said their piece. 

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最後のひとりになるまで終わらないわ || Ch. 2 Motive

It didn’t seem like it was long before your Modelpads buzzed once more, and Miryo-ke’s cheekily-grinning face displayed on-screen.

“Oh, oh, miss me? Well, I have ANOTHER secret fur all of meeeeew.”

They clapped their paws together a few times before announcing,

“Kyung Min Oh allowed her friend at the time, Hye Jin, to bully other people so she wouldn't become a target herself. How about that? Throwing others under to save your own hide... but ain’t that what ny’all are doing? Anyways, see ya!”

And with that, the screen turned off.

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The “Secretaries” || Prologue VI

Right on cue, before anyone else could think to speak up, one of the three androids wheels to the front of the group, their mechanical paws pressed together in front of their torso. Leaning forward, they bow deeply towards the crowd of students.

Their design is a bit less animalistic than the other two- although their head resembles that of a teddy bear, their body is a sturdy, jet-black metal, painted to resemble a tuxedo. Their paws rest at the end of two robotic tendril-like appendages, and their mobility is limited to one wheel at the end of their body. A cutesy, simple appeal.

“Welcome everyone! My name is Modelkuma, and I’ll be one of your humble hosts for the extent of your stay!”

They right themselves and flash the crowd with a brilliant white smile. Seems strange for them to have such a strange sort of mouth, but it fits their cartoonish demeanor.

“My colleagues and I are hoping to be of as much help as we can! If ever you need something, let one of us know and we can make sure the job gets done! After all, we’re built to serve,”

They do a little twirl and bop their metallic cheeks with their ‘paws,’

“And to make you smile!~ Saaaay cheese!”

They giggle, pausing for a moment before their left eye flashes abruptly.

“First photo of the trip!~ During your stay, I’ll be collecting an album of candids to use as exclusive behind-the-scenes footage for the magazine! Make sure you’re always looking your best!”

After spinning around and striking a pose, they wheel themselves back a bit to make room for the next android’s introduction.

Following the robo-cub, what can best be described as a round bird waddles up to the front. Extending their brightly colored, peach wing; they do a grand bow for the class . . . Or, as grand as the tiny, chunky thing can manage. As they rise back into a upright position, they nestle their appendages to themself and toss their crest up in attention. Despite their size and metal talons clearly marking them as a robot, they still take a moment to puff up their chest feathers as they look over the group.

“Hiiiiii!! I see we’ve gotta lot’ve cute faces in the crowd. None as cute as mine though, Kya-hahaha~!”

The cockatoo loudly guffaws for a moment, folding a feathered appendage up to their cheek. A wink follows the playful expression with a distinct silliness before their wings fold back at their sides.

“Hehe, I’m kidding~! Anyway, I’m Momotori! Modelkuma already said it, but if ya need anythin’ - let us know! I’m sure we’ll be more than happy to help! I have quite the hawk eye for fashion, so I help out with organizing fabrics n’ stuff like that. So if you need ideas for what garbs flow best, I’m your bird!”

Finished, they swivel their head around to look to the side while they fall in line beside Modelkuma. They coo at the last member of the trio presented before you.

“Yoooou’re up next~!”

What a… boisterous creation.

Lastly, a feline figure slinks up to the front of the pack - a striking, vivid purple on one side and a more muted lavender on the other, much resembling a chimeric cat in appearance. Rearing up on their hind legs, they extend one paw straight out and the other across their body, performing a short bow before resuming their former position with their limbs folded in front of them. They were also clearly robotic in nature, as their whiskers had small yellow orbs at their ends, the velvety fur around their joints gave way to metal, and their eyes practically glowed like bicycle reflector lights.

“Nyayayaya, what a purrfect crowd to meet n’ greet~!! I hope nya’ll are feline fine today. Now, a riddle fur you… what do you call a cat in Hokkaido?”

They put a paw to their mouth in a cat-smile, which wasn’t hard to achieve as they were… well, a cat. Staring at you wordlessly for a few seconds, they broke out into mechanical laughter, barely being able to get out the punchline.

“A cool cat! Which is what nya’ll are. As for me? I’m the one, the only Miryo-ke! You can call me Mi-ke if that’s too much of a mouthfurll, though. What, cat got your tongue? Or are you expecting more fur-rom me? I just make sure everything is in tip-top working order, which means I give you advice and such! If you want me to flex my critical claws, then just let me know.”

To emphasize their point, they reached both paws up and unsheathed a set of nasty-looking knife-like claws. Actually, they were more like talons than anything. Yeeps.

“I guess that’s all of us, huh! Together, we do our best for Hope’s Peak’s Most Excellent, what more could you ask fur-rom the cutest, most amazing mascots in the whoooole world! Funyassi-kun has absolutely nothing on us, nyayayaya!”

With that, they clasped their paws together.

“And yoooou’re up, Kikikiki-chan!”

They pointed a talon at Keiko, before slinking back to take their place amongst the other two mascots.