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Stabbius Jerkius | Sora | CH1 motive reaction| open

Well would you look at that, Ayame was finally announcing again. Sora had been trying to get in contact with her for days now, this time messing with the monitors in the lounge, with no luck. Maybe this time she could finally get some answers. Still under the impression that Ayame could hear her, she turned to one of the cameras with a smug grin

"Long time no see Aya, you miss me? I've been trying to get a hold of you for days now-"

She paused abruptly as Ayame continued to speak. Maybe she couldn't hear Sora, or this was just a prerecorded thing, or she was just flat out ignoring her. Either way, Sora was left with no choice but to listen to the announcement

Wait, she was gonna what?! What the hell would that accomplish?! Why did she want to see everyone kill eachother when she obviously had the ability to kill them herself

Sora began to feel cold. This bitch really wanted to see them kill eachother, huh? Sora back away from the lounge, a combination of shock and anger on her face

"Wh-what the hell?!....ah..Well, you know what? Fuck this stupid killing game, you're just gonna have to kill us all herself!" She cried out, instinctively reaching for the kitchen knife in her pocket. She didn't want to die...

She then heard a noise from behind her, which caused her to instinctively turn around, knife pointed. She had no idea if people had the same no killing game idea as her

"Don't sneak up on people dumbass!" She screamed, her eyes closed and her hand shakily holding the knife still

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Please Don't be like Fallout| Undead Lullaby| Chapter 1| Closed for Joben

Undead Lullaby snuck off to the spa hoping no one else was around, and he could spends some time by himself away from what ever the hell was going on.

He felt like there was a tension in the air every place he went, with the threat of murder hanging over their heads. He hoped that no one was actually going to fall for it. People didn't just start killing each other even with the promise of freedom.

Unless they planned on doing a Vault Tech and start drugging them or something.

Standing impotently he didn't even know if he should trust the robots at the spa anyway.

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Hard to Relax|| Joben|| Chapter 1|| Closed @ Kotone

Joben couldn't sit still, of course he couldn't stand still either.  He was sitting down in the lounge, his hands pressed together as he was hutched over with mask off and his head pressing against his knuckles.  He was muttering something under his breath as the balls of his feet bounced on the ground.

He was clearly stressed and as he raised his head to look at the blank TV screen he sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose.  

He only stops his muttering as he can hear someone approaching.  He takes a deep breath to compose himself  before standing. 

"...Sorry, I don't mean to be an ominous sight I just."

He looks back at the screen. 

"I'm... trying to process everything that's just happened here."

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Sins of the Past | Chapter One Body Drop

They say that the early bird gets the worm. And they’re not wrong, if by ‘bird’ they mean student and by ‘worm’ they mean ‘discovering a dead body’.

This is what happens when Kotone wakes up bright and early five days after the motive had been announced, planning to make breakfast for the class in hopes of lifting their spirits. However, she doesn’t make it to the kitchen. No, she is stopped in the lounge by the sight in front of her. For a moment, she’s frozen in horror and then she screams.

“Kotone-san?!” Alerted by the noise, Yasu didn’t hesitate. The boy ran out toward the longue, Clare fast on his heels. He was relieved, only for a moment, when he saw the girl standing. He wrapped one arm around her, pulling her behind him as he prepared to fight any threat that she faced. If only he realized that it wasn’t what was happening to Kotone that causes her fear, but what had already happened.

The commotion caused a few others to rise, whether out of concern or curiosity. Those who make their way to the lounge are greeted by a grim, horrifying sight on the floor of the lounge.

Sen Tamatsuki is lying on the floor of the lounge, his throat slit and blood pooling behind him. On his head is a flower crown, and above him, painted in blood, is a single word that only adds to the mystery of ‘what happened here’.

Martyr.

[sketch and lines by Eddie, color by Kaz]

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Celebrity Skin | Chapter One Execution

Souko doesn’t seem shaken as Ayame announces her time is up. She lets the security bots take her away, pulling her down the hallway you had all entered from.

On the flat side of the room, the shutters open up. Instead of revealing a beautiful view of the ocean, however, another pure white room is revealed to you. A section of the wall on the far side slides open, and Souko is shoved into the room.

The lights flicker off, just for a moment. A dimmer light is turned on pretty quickly, revealing Souko sitting in a chair that wasn't there before.

It’s the same style of chair one would find in a hair salon, and the source of the light is a vanity mirror.

From the darkness around her, shadowy hands reach forward, holding Souko down in the chair, claws digging into her skin. The material of the hands hardly seems to be tangible, but they're real enough to draw blood from the places they're grabbing Souko.

“Sit still, darling!” A voice hisses from within the darkness. “We're gonna make you look real nice.”

There's a cacophony of giggles that follows, and some of the voices sound a bit familiar.

She's yanked back by her hair, and some strands are ripped out. The voices in the darkness chatter to themselves in amusement at her pain, and it's easier to tell why some of the voices are familiar - it's some of the classmates, namely Jet, Jack, and Trik.

More hands reach out from the darkness, ripping into her arm warmers and tights, drawing even more blood. Souko whimpers and bites her lip, the first reaction she's given in a while.

The hands continue to claw at her, scratching up her arms and torso. It certainly looks painful, but isn't until a hand grabs at her face that tears form in her eyes.

“No, not - ”

[CW Gore]

Her protestations are cut off by a hand covering her mouth, then gripping into her cheek and pulling at her skin. The rest begin to follow suit, going from scratching at her skin to ripping at it, skinning her alive.

[End CW]

The pain is too much for even her to ignore, and she finally screams. She screams and screams and she doesn't stop, not until her throat is too sore for her to scream anymore.

Not until the blood loss and the shock from the pain is too much, and her life fades away.

Souko Torisei, SHSL Nail Art Artist, has been executed.

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Look What You Made Me Do

“Time’s up!”

Ayame seems unperturbed by the insults, questions, and even the thrown fruit. She just keeps on smiling, at least until she decides she’s ready to get on with the execution.

“I hope you are all satisfied with your goodbyes! You won’t be getting another chance.”

A whirring sound comes from the door, and a few security bots roll in, grabbing Souko. Should anyone try to stop them, they’d merely be pushed aside, not strong enough to take them on.

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Questions to Distract from the Pain| Undead Lullaby| RE: Ayame | ATTN: Ayame

Undead Lullaby was in full suppression mode, and his face had lost its fractured look.

It didn't mean his feelings were gone, far from it, but they were now suppressed because they only ever seemed to fail him. Looking at the monitors and watching Ayame critically.

With a dark twitch of his lip he asked.

"Did you decide that capital punishment was the proper way to deal with this? Or is it just another one of the rules of the "game"?"

He starts scratching his left wrist around the watch, but his eyes never leave her. 

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convalescent | souko | re: results + reactions

Souko huffs, glaring back at Yasu, but doesn’t bother replying. Not like people like him would understand anyway. The fear, the paranoia, that someone could attack at any moment. Filling you, consuming you, every single day.

It didn’t matter anymore.

The way the others reacted... no one was angry. No one was yelling, condemning her, insulting her, attacking her. In fact, some were... accepting her? 

She didn’t understand.

For a moment, she just stares at TERU, unsure of what they’re doing or what they want. Then Ayame speaks again, drawing her attention.

Execution. Ah. That... 

Hm.

Wasn’t she testing that fate already, by asking Sen to have been the one to kill her? She should’ve been prepared already. Should have...

It appears as if she shuts down, staring blankly at her podium. She doesn’t even react to Kotone practically tackling her. She just... stays still, blocking out as much as she could.