#oc executions

[stalksbyakuyatogami]

so i saw that you can do OC's with ultimates executions so uhh- Ultimate Vocaloid Musician execution? kanfhejsnfjwjdn sorry this is kind of awkward-

Ultimate Vocaloid Musician’s Special Execution: Circle You

Yet another anon to disappoint HAHA. I cringe every time I proofread my work smh.

They stood atop the stage gazing upon the sea of glow sticks that were moving beneath them, each carried by a thousand monochrome bear. The flashing lights almost blinded them. The sounds from enormous speakers were fading away with the last pluck of an electric guitar. They were in a school earlier, but now they’re in a concert? What the hell was going on?

"Everyone! Thank you for coming tonight! And for our final performance, we have a special guest, our very own Ultimate Vocaloid Musician! Our master! Our... manipulator," the twintailed character whispered what seemed like a threat. It was like her voice was filled with venom, almost paralyzing the Musician's whole body.

They snapped out of it and turned around, and found the ones they manipulate with their talent. Familiar 2d— no, 3d figures standing behind them. They waved at them maliciously and then returned their attention to the crowd.

The sea of bears cheered when they heard the announcement. Their heart raced as the screams reached their ears. Well, it's not like they can’t sing, right?

The intro of the song rolled in. The song was familiar and that's when they realized that it was a song they made. The lyrics were lively and they were with their vocaloids. Even though Miku and the others just did something creepy earlier. But what better way to have fun during your last moments?

The melody of the songs they composed made the idols around them bounce along the beat, and they did too. The hype was kicking in, and the flicking of light sticks just added to their enthusiasm. Feeling the rush, they started to dance along the music too.

But there's something missing. Despair.

As they were about to sing the first line, all if the lights went off and everybody groaned in disappointment. As if they were already expecting it.

They stood still at the center of the stage frightened, hoping that someone would pick them up. Someone. Just get them out of the darkness.

As if a god heard their prayer, a spotlight lit up in the corner of their eye. It was steadied on Miku. And soon enough, spotlights shine in each of the vocaloids on stage. And the last one to be shine on was them. The crowd seemed to be glowing red. All of them. Not because if the light sticks but because of their crimson eyes.

The vocaloids had their head down. The ultimate wondered what was wrong with them. Miku, being their favorite vocaloid, First one to be approached. Before they were in arms reach,  Miku's head shot up. The musician was horrified to see pitch black filling the vocaloid's hollow eyes. It seemed to be staring right through their soul. Terrified, they tried to find sanctuary in other idols but they had the same state. Fukase was creepy enough because of his eerie clothing. Gumi lost her usually soft face. And Luka didn't have a trace of care and sisterly aura around her. The twin vocaloids were still smiling, but it was worsened by their voided eyes. They were all the same. Hollow eyes that looked like their souls was sucked out by something demonic. Or maybe... they're the demons?

They started gathering around the talented, backing them to the edge of the stage.

"Kagome, kagome..."

Everyone, literally everyone in the arena sang with the vocaloids. Come on, this is a concert, but why the cold atmosphere?

The figures were nearing them. They ducked and dug their nails into their head, but not deep enough to cut. They clenched their teeth, hoping that everything would be back to normal. This was just a dream? Yeah. For sure. Let me just wake up...

Multiple pairs of pitch black eyes greeted them as she opened theirs. Their grins made it worse. They were going to be insane at this point. They need to get out. Fuck this, I'm gonna run it.

They dashed past the figures, distorting their forms as they passed through their holograms. Their footsteps were not the only one pounding in their ears, there was also their heart. They ran past the many Monokumas and ran straight towards the exit. That's hope right there. Behind those doors. But to their big surprise, the famous Vocaloid idol, Hatsune Miku was there. No more lunch black eyes. The normal, soft-faced Miku. They smiled in relief at the hologram which was smiling back at them. They fell down her knees and almost sobbed. They looked up to see the vocaloid's face one more time and reached for Miku.

"We need—"

Their sentence was cut off with their head flying a few feet away to their right. Miku had swung a hatchet and they didn't even notice it.Their pink blood stained Miku's cheek. The hologram wiped it off as their body slumped down on the floor, more blood spilling from their beheaded neck.

"Ew... gross." Each of the Monokumas commented.

The concert lights were back and everyone cheered on delight.

"Everyone, let's get this party over with!"

THIS WAS CRAP HAHAHA. Tbh, this looked more like an imagine instead of an execution. Sorry if this is so half-assed, anon. Also sorry for making you wait for so long. I hope you at least liked it or something.

-Mod Toko

[stalksbyakuyatogami]

Ultimate Arsonist's execution

have fun

Ultimate Arsonist's Special Execution: Campfire Snack

anon, wherever you are, I hope that you still see this cuz holy shit it has been literal fucking months! I'm sorry for swearing.

TW: arson, fire, high places, loops, stabbing

This world needs light. Hope.

Ringing sounds filled their ears as they striked probably the last matchstick they could ever light up. The room was awfully quiet and they were probably the only person there. The light from the fire highlighted a portion their confused face amidst the darkness. They were sitting down on what seems to be a cement ground, but they had the urge to look around, hoping to see in the dim. It was cold, the floor anyway. They squinted their eyes, or widened it, or did a zoom, but nothing seems to work in finding even a small glint of light.

They yelped when the fire reached the skin of their thumb and index fingers and threw it away as quick as possible. Having no more path to travel, the flame died down, bathing the whole place in darkness yet again.

They clutched the only matchbox in their hand. Why not just light again, yeah? This box looks heavy and they're sure that they'll last here a couple minutes more.

Strike one. Only sparks occupied the black potion of the stick. They threw the matchstick a few feet away.

Strike two. Sparks still flew as the stick scratched the side of the box. Throw.

Strike three. A fire lit up, finall— no. It disappeared as quickly as it lit up. Throw.

Strike four. Still just sparks.

"Tsk." Their patience was wearing thin. Usually, when they did their ultimate, a very useful lighter or flame-making device would be right in their pocket. Just waiting for the Arsonist to grab it, light it up, and threw it in the gas-doused last of a place. But Monokuma wanted a challenge. Stupid bear.

Strike 10... 25... 33... and they give up. The Ultimate Arson can't even light a fire right now. Such despair.

Ringing filled their ears again with the silence. Their thumb and index finger almost gaining splinters just from lighting up a damn stick.

"Gah!" They covered they face with their arms as a very bright light flashes in front of them. As impossible as it is, a fire suddenly came to life from their thrown matches. It reached the ceiling and spread to the now visible carpet.

It spread fast and burned the area around them. They panicked— wait... He wasn't supposed to panic. They're the Ultimate Arsonist! They've burned houses, buildings, and even companies! This is nothing.

But this is different from before. They're being executed. This is not some kind of joke that has to be taken lightly.

They stood up and pushed through the round flames. Fire clung to their shirt. When they saw this, they did the basic steps to put out the fire then ran out again. They spotted stairs leading to a lower floor and didn't hesitate to go down it. More fire.

Another floor down. And another. And another.

We're they... in a loop?

They ripped a part of their shirt and hurriedly tied it up in one of the stairs' railing. They took two stairs down. And to their horror, they found their ripped piece of clothing.

This can't be happening. There's fire everywhere and this room decided to—.

The last time they went down a staircase, a different view appeared. Not just the view though. Another set of staircases were no longer available. They sighed in relief when they knew they weren't going to go down anymore.

Noises from the outside reached their ears. Outside below. They ran towards the window and looked below them. A team of Monokumas holding up a trampoline for the people who are to be rescued.

This is it. They can finally escape this literal hellhole. They won't worry about the incoming flames that would surround this building in any minute. They won't worry about endless staircases. They can go back to their friends and promise not to kill again. Then live a peaceful life together at the school.

With these thought is mind, they backed away from the the window frame. Their heart was exceedingly excited on what was about to come when they finally escaped his place. They could feel the legs shaking from anticipation. And! They get to land on a trampoline. How cool is that?

Grinning with tears attempting to fall off their eyes, they ran on an adequate amount of speed, just enough speed to land on the cushioning object below. They jumped off the building's window and let them self fall.

The wind went to the opposite direction where they were from. Positive thoughts engulfed their mind as they drew nearer to the trampoline.

Everything will be okay. Everything will be back to normal. I will wake up and treat this like a bad dream that almost killed me.

Just then, a burst of blue flames came out of the 2nd floor window. And as if it was a miracle, gravity stopped working and they were trapped in the position where the flames burst. No, they weren't trapped. They were peirced by a metal pole that who knows where it came from. It put them in place and the only thing that they can do is wriggle like a worm until they got out of it. It was too late for all of it though. Blue flames engulfed their entire being, burning them like there were a mere marshmallow on a stick. Their screams of agony from the excruciating pain that was biting every inch and crevice in their body was enough to make their classmates cover their ears.

It went on for who knows how long and finally their screaming ceased. The only ones to make it to the trampoline were the remains of their body. Mere grey ashes. We're there even bones left? I guess not.

Please forgive me if there are spelling and grammar mistakes, I am too tired to proofread. I hope you like it anon, thank you for requesting!

-Mod Toko ♡ [Genocider Syo Shift]

[stalksbyakuyatogami]

yo so i saw your intro thingie and saw that you’d write executions for characters with ultimates. that’s actually really cool :0 so i was wondering how you’d interpret an ultimate psychologist would be executed?

Wahhhh my first execution request, thank you so much! Had a big help from my friend (thanks, Mark!) so I was able to do this. His method was so much better than mine omfg.

The Ultimate Psychologist’s Special Execution: One For A Million

Bright yellow light from a hanging lamp entered the person's vision as they opened their eyes. In front of them was a monochrome bear. None other than Monokuma. That's right. They were about to get executed.

Regret took over their mind. Panic started to surge through their veins as they looked around the room. People were surrounding them as if they were trying to summon an unearthly presence into the center, where the Ultimate Psychologist sat. They noticed that not only one, but more monochrome bears were lined up behind the seated Monokuma. Their hands were stiff while holding a clipboard and a pen. They looked at the bear with nervous eyes. Nonetheless, they started counselling the patients.

One by one, each with different cases talked to them. Their eyes would flicker, observing if any of the people would move. None. The scribbling of their pen against the onion skin paper was swift enough to light a spark. Once, a paper ripped and they had to start all over again. Not only the pressure of using their talent was taking a toll on them, but also the intimidating aura of every thing and everyone around them. Who knows how long each session would take.

It's currently their 98th Monokuma patient. Sweat started to run down their forehead, some would drip down their papers. Their pen would occasionally slide out of their fingers and their paper would be drenched in the salty fluid. Their breathing was getting uneven and their chest heaved. Lips were chapped and dry, not even a drop of water in sight. They were so thirsty that she even thought of drinking their own sweat.

Frustration was now visible on their face. They’ve had enough. They needs to let off some steam.

They stood up, raised their pink pen and stabbed Monokuma in his red eye. They dragged it across his body until it got out by ripping his side. The clone only stopped functioning and fell on the floor with a soft thud. They’ve done it again. Monokuma said if harm were to come near him a rightful punishment would befall them. And they’ve defied that rule yet again.

Out of fear, they ran away from the wooden chair they were sitting on, looking for anywhere. Anywhere with an escape. The people with business chased them as they enters regular doors, and suspicious doors but she always ended up in a familiar place. Like they were in a loop. Unaware, they continued entering rooms with different patterns and finally came across one that had a light shining at the end of it.

Finally, hope! A hope that they can get out of there! Once they’ve gotten out of this hellhole, they would not kill ever again. They were so close. So very close.

Monokuma positioned his giant equipments behind the people chasing the student. First fire was a bunch of papers. Hard papers that were enough to cut the chasing crowd in half. Those tree products were only able to graze the Ultimate beside their arms; arms that were now bleeding with paper cuts. Monokuma continued firing papers which wiped out the citizens and grazed almost every inch of their arms.

That doesn't matter. There's still hope after that bright light. They'll meet their friends behind that light. They will!

Monokuma changed his muzzle and aimed at at the person. For the second and last shot, hundreds of pens came out of the holes of the gun and pierced the person’s back. Pain took over thei body until their figure slumped down the floor, pink blood pooling around it. Every pen clung to their backside, not letting go of every nerve it had to attach itself. The psychologist twitched one more time before their body was only a lifeless chunk of meat.

A paper fell down just above their head. The headmaster picked it up, and with a pen he wrote, "Dopamine!"

Anon, you’re probably not gonna believe this but I had sooooo much fun writing this! I tried to make the character gender-neutral as much as possible so sorry if you see any grammatical error! Hope you enjoyed (i am so proud of this what--)!

-Mod Toko (also Toko looks erotic af wtf)

[stalksbyakuyatogami]

If your up to it, how do you think and execution for the SHSL cult leader would go?

Ultimate Occult Leader’s Special Exexcution: The Offering’s Mayhem

Obviously, I don’t have much knowledge about occult; and might change the lame title--

TW: blood

Thousands if not, millions of Monokumas flipped up to the sight of their leader. Each bear was wearing a black hooded cloth. Only their other red eye could be seen glimmering in the dimness of the cloth, staring at the renowned Ultimate Occult Leader. They put their hands up, waving side to side while chatting an ancient language of some sort.

"They love me." The occult leader thought. Pride swelled in their chest as they looked at their raised cult. But there is something wrong about this cult.

They smiled down at their achievement. They were meant to be a leader. They always were. The chanting was incomprehensible, but at least they were chanting. They were sure that everyone in this room was praising them. Or were they?

The bears took off their hoods and began chanting louder. Their voices boomed inside the room with no visible end because of the darkness. The spotlight was only fixated on them and they can only see a small part of Monokumas that were at their feet. The rest were only visible with their red eyes.

They smiled once again, but it was cut short by the shaking of their throne. That’s when they only noticed that monochrome bears were also carrying them. They wobbled along their goth seat as the carriers carried them somewhere. Where could they be going?

Excitement filled their mind, but they were anxious at the same time. Why though? They’d had a million followers right here, surely they won’t betray the Ultimate… They’re too important to be thrown away like a banana peel.

The bears were still chanting. But this time, it was more ominous. It was triggering their instincts to run away because they felt something was going to happen. Something really unpleasant.

It’s now or never.

They jumped down the chair, landing on the many Monokumas and almost crushing them underneath them. The leader struggled to get up, sliding their feet among the fallen bears against their smooth metal skin. They finally got up. Their feet lead them to the opposite direction where they were supposed to go.

Need. To. Find. An. Exit.

Or even if there isn’t one, they’d just be in a corner. Wishing all of these would disappear when they opened their eyes again. They just want to go back living their normal life. And for the first time, they wished that they weren’t an Ultimate. They wished they hadn’t entered this damn academy.

They leapt over a unnoticeable black pattern on the ground. But unfortunately for them, cold linked chains restrained their wrists and heels. They winced at both the pain and coldness the metal caused which was probably just sitting there for too long, waiting for their capture. Their whole body struggled and did everything just to get out of there. But this was probably no use. It’s Monokuma after all.

The ties on their body dragged them down to the black pattern which they now identified as their own sign, the Pentagram. Ah, yes. The familiar symbol was cradling them in its arms. It would also be the last place they’d ever lay down to. Who knows…

Their back was against the cold, hard ground and they could see the surrounding bears circle them. Each lit up a candle and started chanting. But this time, the chant was all too familiar. It’s what they would usually chant when… they’d offer something or somebody to a supernatural being.

What? Them? Being sacrificed? This can’t be. They’re the leader. They’re supposed to be guiding the others on what to do. Not the one to be offered.

A tall figure loomed over their smaller figure. An all too familiar bone sat atop that figure’s head. It was also clothed black. But as unsettling the figure already was, the intimidating aura was only boosted when the members chanted their loudest… and when it pulled a ritual knife out.

They shook their limbs in panic. The clanking of chains made the cult excited in offering their leader. As surprising as it was, it was only this moment that screams escaped their throat. It’s going to be slit later anyway.

No. No. No. No. No. No. No. NO. NO! This can’t be happening! They thought.

A woman’s voice reached their ears from the thing that had the ritual knife, “Oh, but this is happening, honey.”

The looks of horror made it to their eyes before the mask-wearer plunged the weapon to their throat, silencing their call for help. It even twisted the knife to make a hole. Blood sprayed from it, bathing the surrounding bears in neon pink. Their body did little twitched as the liquid sprayed out of them, like a broken ragdoll.

As soon as the fountain of blood died down, the killer retrieved their heart. It devoured the beating organ and once it gave the signal, the bears started to feast on their dead, lifeless body.

Oop. Yeah. I hope you like it! HHSHSHSHSHS. My teacher is telling us our grades rn and I’m hella nervous.

-Mod Toko

[stalksbyakuyatogami]

May I request an execution for the Ultimate Florist? Thank you!!

The Ultimate Florist’s Special Execution: The Ethereal Blooming of Cypress

This was a lil bit difficult but eh, i enjoyed writing.

TW: cussing, light (?) gore

They said the world isn't all rainbows and cupcakes and flowers and shit like that. But not in the world where they woke up.

Colorful petals covered the ground around where they lay down. As they sat up, everything was all just flowers until their end of sight. Kinda too much but still relaxing. Speaking of relaxing, this place feels nostalgic. They've been here before, right? Along their family. Family that was now... family? Is there even a family waiting for them? When they get off of this horrifying place, will there be someone to embrace them?

One blink and the once colorful surrounding turned dark. The varieties of flowers turned into blood-colored spider lillies. The clouds turned gray and rainbows were nowhere to be found. Moth wings glimmered in the dark in search for any source of bright light. For a spilt second, they admired the field but after that, they'd cower into a nearby tree. As their back touched it, it crumbled into ashes, leaving nothing behind.

Just kidding.

A new life sprung from its former place. But this time it's more terrifying. A thick, green sprout was rising up until it bloomed into a not very pleasant flower. Rotten smell, red, eugh. Rafflesia with teeth? Very unusual.

Oh but that's right. Anything is possible. Because they're gonna get executed.

They ran towards the opposite direction from the vile plant, hoping to get away from it. It bore its teeth at the Florist and saliva sprinkled at their face. Fear consumed the rest of them and stood frozen at their place. But they cant stay here forever, can't they?

They started running, just away from everything. This dark world, that scary plant, the constant grabbing of vines on her feet, the quick spurting of countless pitcher plants, trying to scoop them and dissolve them in its liquid but failing to do so. They just want to get away from all of this. Run away, as far as they could. They tried to catch their breath as much as they could, and conserved stamina as much as possible but... it seems impossible now that fright is consuming their whole body. Surely there was an exit for this place. They took a peek behind and saw a very near pitcher plant that was almost in contact with their nose. Their breath hitched and turned their head back to focus in their tracks.

When they suddenly hit a wall.

They closed their eyes on impact and clutch their nose. They felt no crimson liquid dripping down and assumed that it was now safe to open their eyes. Still enduring the pain, a new scene unfolds before their eyes as they turned around.

They were no longer in the flower field but in an impossibly large room instead. The walls were blood red and plants clung to its every corner. They just now noticed the ticking of something and looked up just to see a timer. Red numbers decreasing with each beep.

Soft crunching of vines and petals were created as they took a step forward. Not too far in front of them lay four pots and also four flowers. We're they supposed to...?

A burning smell interrupted their thoughts. Familiar... Knowing that this is Monokuma, that must be from a poisonous flower. God dammit. They covered their nose immediately and went to the pots.

"These are all Dracula's flower. Highly poisonous. Tsk." A sweat dropped from their forehead.

They reached for the first flower and hesitantly placed it on the third pot. They closed their eyes and waited in what's going to happen.

...

Nothing. They sighed in relief. Hah, surely this next one couldn't go so bad. In excitement, they quickly grabbed the second flower and put it, more like, stab it on the second pot.

Wrong.

More gas started to pour out from thin air. The timer started decreasing faster than it already did. Oh, yeah. What's gonna happen when it runs out? But that's not what's bothering them.

It's the sharp pain on their sides.

While they were busy watching what happened, a gigantic sundew pierced their sides, boring holes in their torso. It seems that it pierced their organs and purposely left the bones untouched. They let out a loud groan of agony and then hissed as the plant pulled its fangs out. They bent their body slightly forward and clutched their rib, hoping the pain would go away. But of course, it didn't. The poison of the flower also seeping in their blood.

Maybe if they finish this little quiz of Monokuma's, they can get out. Even with no family to hug them. They would just like to get out of here.

Again. Second flower to the fourth pot.

Wrong again.

And the timer just got a lot faster. Crunch.

The giant sundew bit their legs yet again. A bloodcurdling scream went out of their mouth.Their throat was sore from inhaling all the poisonous gas that was now occupying the whole place.  They limped down, tears streaming down their face from pain and also not being able to stand anymore. Their hands barely had the strength to hold onto the table where the pots sat. But still, they should manage to finish this game. When they get out, they would get treated. Even if they won't, at least they can get out of this hellhole. Speaking of paralyzing, the flower's power is taking effect.

For the third time, they carefully put the second flower on the fourth pot. With fuzzy eyes, trembling hands and barely moving body, they mustered all their strength. Maybe, just maybe, there's still hope. Third time's the charm they say, right?

No. Time is running out. Time has run out.

For the finishing blow, the sundew loomed over them and didn't hesitate to devour them in a second. Their now paralyzed body being held by its fangs finally surrendered at the creature. Life left their body as their face stuck into a shocked expression. A moving vine pierced a visible part of their body with a Cypress, instead of a spider lily, symbolizing that they were an offering to the gods. It bloomed, feeding on their blood. They would rot in the mouth of the trap, forever.

HHHHH I REEEEEE. Kinda half-assed cuz i was panicking but oh well. Thanks to @mou-beep for helping me. Hope you liked it, anon!

-Mod Toko

[stalksbyakuyatogami]

Aye!

For the two anons that requested character executions... I guess you need to wait a lil longer cuz it was more difficult than I thought it would be HAHA. But don’t worry, I WILL DEFINITELY post them. Love y’all!