- SHSL PUNMASTER - DECEASED

- Affilated with Despairing Vacation: OC, Justin Thyme - [ HOUSED ON FLOOR 3-A: 'Neighbors' are Goro (Deceased), Bendy (Deceased) and Lion (Deceased) ]

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EXECUTION [5]: BENDY THE DANCING DEMON

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There was a lot that Bendy had revealed when it was discovered he was the one to kill Uta and Justin.

From the fact that everything’s being broadcasted.

To the fact that he did this– became the traitor because he wanted to know that feeling of fame again. He explained his actions through tears, making it clear that he didn’t want to be doing this. That he regretted his actions, but, it was too late for that. Wasn’t it?

He had killed two people had grew fond of. 

There was no turning back from that, was there? He listens as the others tell him that they’re not mad at him - and breaks down on the spot when he discovers he’s the most hated person in the fucking world. 

He did this for nothing.

And he– the ultimate actor…

No.

The ultimate despair had to pay for it.

It’s EXECUTION TIME!

TW: Explosions

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star-crossed lovers. [5]

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It was pretty early in the day, was it not? It was hard to tell if that feeling in the pit of your stomach was because the talk of a traitor was throwing you off, or if there had actually been another body discovered. Well, despite your feeling, maybe it’d be better go up and check around. 

Just to see if there’s something off– right?

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The curtain calls, but parting is such sweet sorrow.

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Memoriam

The screams, the screams - they still echo, even as he staggers out of the room that the trial had been in, feeling sick to his stomach. Nobody deserved such a fate as that - no matter what they had done. Yet - if he had simply noticed more instead of suspecting everyone of trying to hurt him: of trying to use him in the investigation, the fact remained he could have found things, possibly, to assist in ending it for Clive’s sake sooner.

Not for the first time, he felt disgusted with himself. Yet...if he simply wallowed in it, that would say he had not listened, not learned a thing while Clive, dearest Clive, was still here, would it not? He...he made a promise. Both to him, and to Uta - if there was one positive out of being fearful of everyone and assuming they wanted nothing more than to doubt, than to toss him aside: it was that now he was himself, he didn’t want to be like that again.

Not now, nor ever: he owed it to Clive, who had held faith in his ability to save others even while under demonic control, even to the end. He owed it to Uta, to Celica...to all the others who had passed away.

“Clive....you might not be able to even hear me now. I....I am a man of my word. If anything, I want to still be that one positive light you felt was noticable from the school, even now you’re gone...”

So it was he went to the convenience store. It took a lot of looking, but eventually he found a blue hat that looked so similar to the one his son in spirit had worn. 

“To show you the meaning of my words, both in action and spirit...I shall do this.”

It was...admittedly, quite difficult to fit his curly hair under it. It stuck out badly. Yet stepping out the store, Justin now had...the same type of hat Clive would have worn, but he’d pinned his clown symbol to it. It seemed as good a physical way of showing he meant the promise as any.

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Teacher and Student talk (Closed - Suki)

Justin, after running about quite a bit this next morning - was feeling quite tired out. Goodness, that and shifting the heavy rubble yesterday...he wasn't as young as he used to be, though he did have more energy than most. Though, realizing his next birthday was so close and there would be nothing to celebrate in such an awful place made him sigh, softly. Should he just keep it to himself? Or would the students welcome a diversion from all that?

He wasn’t sure, but a strange scraping noise - like something being dragged - outside his closed room door alerted him. W-what was that? Unnerved, despite his tired state, he cautiously made his way to the door. 

“W-who’s there? Hello?!” You can’t blame him for being a little on edge after the trial.

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Room Visit (Closed - Totoko)

In all honesty...Justin hadn’t been expecting to be so busy at any point in his life before this (that he could recall): but he was concerned for quite a few of the students: everything had been such a mess he couldn’t help it. Among the top students he was most concerned of, Totoko was one. While he’d never talked to her much, he’d noticed how reliable and trustworthy she seemed in trials.

Yet he also saw how much pressure, last trial, she’d been putting to try and protect everyone. Such a heavy burden was not one anyone should have to carry alone, he knew that much: not to mention those frightening injuries. Goodness sake, he’d been scared for both her and Peacock when it had happened. When someone was recovering, you got flowers to help them feel better: but he didn’t think Totoko would want a reminder of the island. Instead, he sat at the dining room table, carefully making one fold and then another onto his handkerchiefs.

Once he was done, he nodded, and collected them up to take to Totoko. She...should still be recovering in bed, right? Unless he was wrong and she was on the mend faster than thought, but heading out from the dining room seemed a good idea.

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Nervous Habit (Closed - Uta)

With the horrid trial and incident aside-  but the horrid scars still fresh on everyone’s mind - Justin was concerned for the one he trusted so much, Uta: Uta had a habit of only truly learning of what happened in trials after, whether it be due to his mind shutting all that happened out or something else, the ginger did not know. Yet knowing this trial had scarred students...there was concern for Uta too.

He needed to check up on him and make sure he was alright - granted, usually that was Uta’s job, to be the stalwart, strong one - he remembered that vaguely enough to trust his gut on that subject. Yet he remembered being the positive force to Uta in foggy images: the least he could do was do the same now, though Justin did question why the door to his room was shut.

“Uta? Are you...sleeping in?” Normally, he just left the door open, but with all that had happened, Justin wouldn’t blame him if he started locking it...

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Chain Connection (Closed- Celica)

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She didn’t remember passing out, hell she didn’t even bother to check how long she’s been out.

All she had been doing since she woke up was mixing the herbs she had on her during the trial, with added ingredients to make a suitable paste with as she applied it all over the small cuts on her hands, flinching from the cool feeling on her skin before wrapping her hands in gauze and making sure they were secure enough, but also allow her some movement on her hands.

A knock sounded on her door, causing her to turn towards it once she finished making sure the wrappings were secured. This also brought attention to the felines turning their heads at the sound before going back to sleep in the mound of soft blankets on the floor near the bed.

Celica made her way over, questioning who would be knocking to visit her. Like she had anyone come in here besides the first investigation when she wasn’t even in the room.

Her question was answered upon opening the door and revealing the familiar figure of the teacher she had been cuffed with up till the night before.

“Hello, sir. What brings you here to see me?” it was clear that her expression was unreadable once again just like in the trial, acting as if nothing had even happened with her before she passed out earlier. Despite her lack of tone, she was rather curious to what he was doing here.

Justin noticed that the other had finally bandaged her hands, at least - that was one positive in all this - but...she was acting like nothing wrong had happened at all, which seemed unnaturally reserved. Perhaps, then, he had been right to worry: but the concern faded for now, at being called a title that really didn’t fit him at all.

“I used to be the Ultimate Punmaster when I attended: knowing this, could a jokester as I truly be called ‘Sir’? Goodness me. What a solemn sir-menony.” Justin and his bad dad puns, everyone. However, he shook off such jokes, instead answering honestly her question. “I came to see how you were going. After...pushing yourself so hard in the investigation and trial in general. Granted...I know I’m not one to talk. Goodness knows I pushed myself to the brink of exhaustion enough before learning better. Yet: you looked about ready to collapse there at the investigation, and it worried me.”

A soft sigh, there. “I also wanted to...apologize. For having to shout at you, and everyone, at the trial, to calm things down. I feel dreadful about having to raise my voice to everyone.”

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Chain Connection (Closed- Celica)

After...all the mess, both of swirling emotions, feeling horrid that he’d had no choice but to raise his voice to calm the students down and then finding out who was behind all this: not to mention lifting heavy bits of concrete, the ginger teacher felt exceedingly tired. Yet he had something else to try and do: he couldn’t ignore it. He couldn’t...ignore how much Celica was overworking herself, and trying to close everything away.

She could yell at him for butting in, he didn’t mind - anything was preferable to seeing students overwork themselves like he was guilty of doing in past. He knew all it did was make friends worried, and strain yourself. Hopefully, she was in her room at this time, because...he was too tired to check elsewhere.

Despite his nerves, he knocked firmly, more confidently than he felt. Please...let her be there.

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Reunion?? (Closed - Tougou)

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goutou-san;:

Everything still felt like a blur to Tougou. He wasn’t sure what was all dream-like and what wasn’t, but a lot of it certainly got on his nerves the more he remembered now that he finally got himself proper rest. He figures to take a stroll around the hotel and try to recollect what he dreamt up and what was real, though the frustrated scowl on his face wasn’t leaving even as he heard Justin speak up.

However, unlike the previous nights, he actually responds properly and turns around with a look of mild concern spread across his face.

“Oh.” Tougou pauses, narrowing his eyes. “Justin, yes..? I did sleep well, thank you. I’m glad to know I’m not a disheveled mess either.” a bitter chuckle, and he offers at least a small attempt at a grin. “I’m assuming you got some sleep too. I don’t think I can recall everything that happened, but I’m glad that bothersome week is over with. I almost lost it.”

Judging by how fast the other is to turn and face him, it is indeed evident to the ginger punster that Tougou has most certainly recovered well from...well, the state he was, which is reassuring. A look of gladness is on the teacher’s face for it, but the fact is he finds it exceedingly hard to be as openly cheery and optimistic, despite Clive’s words.

It seems like...it would be disrespectful to Daiki and Wataru, to smile and laugh like nothing happened...but he keeps that to himself. “Yes, I am indeed Justin. It is good Thyme-ing that we met again.” He’ll ALWAYS take the chance to make jokes of his own last name. That will never change. “I should very well hope I look somewhat less tired, but I always look tired a lot, sadly. That being said, yes, I did get some sleep - at very least, everyone is more coherent now.”

At what cost, though? He wishes that was a cost nobody had to pay. That being said, he’s pretty sure Tougou DID lose it in the trial...but is too nice to say so, and he muses instead:

“Rest assured, what happened due to lack of sleep will be a secret I tell nobody, I promise you.”

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Wake Up (Closed - Clive)

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As someone who had likely encountered more death than someone his age should have, Clive couldn’t feel the sliver of remorse for Justin’s self-pity. For Justin to think this was his problem alone was selfish at best, disrespectful at worst. Coddling the man would surely do no good, as clearly it hadn’t last time. This time, Clive was more direct. “Just who exactly do you think you are?”

Clive snaps, his eyes narrowed at the teacher. His tone is as accusatory as his expression, and it doesn’t falter with even the smallest flicker of pity. “You don’t have any control over anyone here, and you’re a fool to think that you could have stopped Goro, or Wataru, or Monokuma, or the next person, from doing any of this; and to think that you’re to blame is even more foolish.”

Clive finally breaks from his harsh tone, quietly finishing his thoughts behind a steaming cup of tea. “None of them would have wanted to see you shirking your responsibilities and giving up on the little hope we have of surviving. That, I’m sure of.”

Justin’s distant, faded look remained on the background: even when the student demanded who he thought he was. “I am a teacher...did I not have a responsibility, for their sake, to look over them? To...to try to hold them back from such things, or protect them with my life?” 

Somehow, that phrase rings strangely, despite his tone of resigned giving up. Almost like he has held someone back from such things before...but his head hurts too much when he tries to think of it, and so he does not. Yet the other’s words next hit the ginger teacher like a cold slap in the face: not just that musing of no control over anyone, but shirking responsibility.

“I....I wish I could have stopped them, despite the fact you are right in saying I am a fool to think I could have. I wish that so much...”

The pain and distress at so many students falling is evident on his face. In the end, though...if he simply gives up and refuses to step forward at all, he’d be even more of a disappointment of a teacher than he already is, by letting them down once again - not to mention ignoring duties. He....as a teacher, even if a failure of one, owes them that much.

“I don’t even know if there is any hope...how is anyone going to find us out in the ocean and save us like this? - but you’re right. I...I owe it to them, and to you, to at least try...”

The self-guilt is still evident on Justin’s face, but...he doesn’t seem to be staring into the distance anymore. If anything....the harsh words have spurred the teacher into action again. That’s something.

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Wake Up (Closed - Clive)

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It was a shame, the way things had escalated so quickly, and the reality of their situation had set in. Though Clive wasn’t completely exhausted anymore, he still didn’t have quite as much energy as he’d hoped. He takes the time to make two cups of tea, one for himself and one in front of the distant teacher. His eyes were red, but he was there, as vacant as his expression was. 

The young man gives no hesitation when he sits down beside Justin, taking a sip of his own tea before pointing out the obvious. 

“You’re wasting your time, sitting around crying like this,” he says coldly. “Surely you have something better to do.”

The teacher’s eyes remained unfocused, distant - distraught. Not even the placing of a tea cup directly in front of him caught his eye or attention: it took until the other actually spoke for the teacher to respond to his presence, head slowly turning in a slow, regretful manner. The movements of one who had given up.

“Why bother? I’m nothing but a burden who fails all my students every time I wish to act, anyway.” A low, self-mocking laugh with no joy in it, there. “I...I couldn’t do anything. Just as my side affect from not sleeping was, I couldn’t...be there to listen, to protect...it would have been better for all the students if it were me punished instead, instead of three folk who’ve done nothing but good.” Daiki had kept them alert to danger, Wataru the optimist. Bendy, too...but that was ruined.

There was nothing he was good for. Anything he tried - he remembered from the first investigation of the bomb that wasn’t there - just fell to pieces. In all honesty, he truly did think it would have been better for all if he’d gone instead.

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Reunion?? (Closed - Tougou)

Even if the talk with Clive had been harsh...the fact of the matter was, he really had needed to wake back up to things being the way they were, and appreciated it. Clive’s words were right, logical, as usual: as a teacher, shouldn’t he uphold a better example for the students anyway? Even if he still felt so sad and empty from seeing so many he cared for suffer inside - he had to at least try.

That aside, ah...there was a familiar face as he wandered outside the hotel to try and think the words over more. It was the very sleepy friend who’d drank air, yes yes. “Ah...Tougou. It’s good to see you seem to have gotten a little more sleep despite...everything, at least. You look a lot better.”

He’d felt rather concerned for Tougou drinking air, after all!!

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Wake Up (Closed - Clive)

With time passing - Justin seemed no more aware of his surroundings than he had with the shock collars on - if a student was to approach, he’d be blankly staring into nothing in the kitchen, all cheery grin gone. There was no happiness in his eyes, just a dull, pained sadness and emptiness: it was evident to everyone even the optimistic Justin had given up. What...what point was there to being cheerful, when it should have been him to be punished, not Daiki, nor Wataru, nor Bendy?

He deserved every bit of sadness, because he wished it had been him instead, not his students again, to suffer - and he’d simply let them down again, Wataru most of all by failing to listen. He was a failure as a teacher...so what right did he have to smile? He didn’t even respond when Clive walked into the dining room, continuing to stare to nothing.

All he seemed to be to them was a disappointment...would they just be better off without him? Probably.

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Hear No evil

It took until now to fully realize, now that he was coherent again and gotten sleep: but in the end, Justin knew that the lack of rest had gotten even to himself. Even to one as restless as him, for being able to hear was blocked off to him: yet what he had seen would remain burned into his visions, plauge his constant nightmares that were the reason he didn’t like to sleep for the rest of his days now, he knew.

Not only had his beloved gone in past, but one of the students he was closest to: and Bendy had suffered too. Was this all simply some kind of punishment? He would have rathered he suffer a thousand times than see his students suffer so: but Wataru, the one so much like himself, had struck him hard. The one who gave cheer to students, but also himself...

He’d never even gotten to hear him say goodbye, but the look of pain on Wataru’s face haunted him even now. If...if he’d talked more to the students while struggling to make coffee to keep everyone awake, would that have changed things? He’d wanted to listen to his students when they needed him...he’d failed in even that.

"I suppose, in the end, I deserved that side affect...if....if I had listened, would I have talked you down, Wataru? Haha...I must be a pathetic teacher indeed, talking to myself."

Justin laughed, but it was a laugh full of sadness and self-shame. No joy was to be found in the teacher’s laugh, for once. In the end....he’d failed Wataru most of all, by not being able to listen, and it was a burden he’d forever carry, forever be reminded of every time he saw the pain on Bendy’s face...

So he stood in the silence, sobbing. How could he even try to be optimistic, when he’d failed his students so dismally?

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Light snuffed out (Closed - Marie)

Ugh...where on earth was he? Justin opened his eyes blearily, tugging himself to his feet groggily - he still felt dizzy and rather shaky, but not as bad as he had before. He...he remembered walking to Hibiki’s room. Thinking on it a moment: the teacher found himself wishing he had not. Everything came back to him: the confusion, not understanding what was going on.

Daiki, then Hibiki. Then Bendy, too. They’d all suffered: and the teacher wanted to cry for them, but no tears were left. He’d cried himself out in the trial. But...where was he now? Oh....this was Hibiki’s room. He’d come here straight after the trial to leave a parting gift, but the lack of sleep must have caught up with him. Who knew how long he’d been asleep on Wataru’s floor?

He spoke, voice slightly hoarse from the tears. “I...I am sorry to intrude on your room like this, I really am. I...wanted to leave you a gift.” He took a handkerchief from his pockets, but his hands shook as he tried to fold it. The memory of what he’d seen (if not heard) from the trial still burned at him. He...he just didn’t have any energy at all.

In all honesty?

He wished he had been the one punished, and not his students, because that would have been easier for everyone.

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Opposites (Closed - Tougou)

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The concerns Justin had didn’t even cross Tougou’s mind, let alone the idea of having to kill someone to put an end to his lack of sleep. His loopy behavior only has him giggling more, nodding at the handshake before giving a firm squeeze in return. 

“Nice to meet you too… thank you for the coffee.” he chuckles, taking the coffee in both hands and pressing the cup to his lips and sounding as if he were taking a sip, but…nothing. He wasn’t tilting the cup back enough to actually take a sip.

He stared at it in a daze, before looking back to Justin. 

“It’s good. Not liquid, but warm.”

The handshake doesn’t seem to have woken up the other one bit: the fact he didn’t even tip the cup he was holding back all the way to drink the coffee properly was enough indication that the poor fellow was still rather out of it, as was the dazed look he gave at not getting any liquid.

“It might help if you tipped the cup far back enough to take a sip, Tougou - but here, allow me to be of assistance.”

Justin really felt a bit of assistance may be needed- otherwise in that dazed state, he might end up taking too much coffee into his mouth at once! So he stepped close to gently hold the cup’s bottom if allowed, and tip it very carefully a certain distance once the other had it to his face again.