I remembered i had an old mod application that took me about 3 months to make. Its from last year, 5 pages, pretty ok i guess.
The prompt i wemt for was amami discovering that his s/o was the mastermind. All in all i was pretty overwhelmed by the possibilities of killing him. Rip avocado man.
Edit: heres the full thing, now not in link form. woo?
Amami was using his spare time to look around in the library for any possible clues as to who the mastermind could be. He wasn’t about to give up hope on finding something that could point him in the right direction, and funny enough he found something at that moment that did just what he had hoped for. A book with a shiny golden plate on its spine happened to be aimed just right to where a random glimpse of light glared off of the golden backing of the obviously out of place book, sticking out slightly as if someone put it back in a hurry.
Walking over with a sense of curiosity, amami picked up the book with the flashy spine and surprisingly no title. Giving the book a questionable look as he cracked it open.
Empty. It was empty? As if. He kept flipping pages until he found a page that was filled.
Now that he was thinking about it, this book seemed more like a diary but as long as it had some sort of clue as to what might be going on the he doesn’t mind as much if he fiddles with someone's personal belongings.
Without giving it any more thought he then started reading the first filled in page- and was then filled with regret upon reading the horrifying truth of the situation everyone was thrown into.
Page after page it just got worse as the writer went into such detail about how they made it all happen and are excited to see the results. Some pages were just filled with the words “despair” scattered all over the paper, causing a collage of just one simple word. It was obvious that it has meaning to the writer but that meaning was lost on amami, not even wanting to understand what it meant, but wondered what kind of sick, twisted mind would have done all this and then eagerly scribbled about such intense madness in their diary.
Finally reaching what seems to be the end of the page amami then notices something off about the writing, something about it seeming familiar. Wanting to dismiss the strange similarity that came to mind he then again turned the page, wanting to look away from the writing but turning that page was the first of many mistakes that would come back to bite him indefinitely. The page stares back at him with a symbol thats all too familiar to him. The symbol that his s/o always uses when writing, up until now he had found the quirk amusing and even a little cute but now seeing it in the diary made him almost lose his composure.
A loud creek was heard from the other side of the library accompanied by a strange fumbling noise, as if the person walking in had knocked over a few chairs. Amami hastily shuts the book with a bit more force then he would have liked, causing a loud sound to ring out through the library at the late hours of night. The light tapping of footsteps echoed lightly through the large open area as the mood turned from peaceful and lonely to something a little more sinister. A heavily shadowed figure approaches, seemingly aimed in his direction.
S/o walks out from the clouded darkness, asking why he’s out so late and how dangerous it could be standing alone in the library like this. Amami throws back a slightly annoyed "And you of all people would know that."
s/o just simply gave a pouty replying "What do you mean by that?" as they tried to drift to his side.
"You know, you’ve never been very good at hiding things for long." flat out rejecting their advance as he grabbed their arm and pulled it to see an oddly curved knife. The knife looked as if it was made to straight out disembowel livestock or even people if went to the extreme.
"Aaaww, babe you know me so well~ one of the many reason why I love you!" s/o just gave a happy go lucky smile as they dropped the knife, falling to the floor with a soft thud. "I had a really bad feeling about all this, and it serves me right for not listening to my gut about something so serious."
At this point amami was seriously upset, but wasn't quite sure if the anger was directed at himself or his s/o. Deciding to let go of her arm since she had so willingly disarmed herself was an impulse that would soon become a mistake and with the current situation he was more than a little terrified to feel for any backup s/o might have had.
"So you figured out my little secret huh? Reading someone's diary is very rude don’tcha know." they pace back and forth, giving him a fairly heavy stare as he was up against a wall of books.
Amami resists to give a witty one liner like 'I think it’s more than little one at this point' but now really wasn’t the time for lewd or flirtatious jokes.
"Ah what a lovely despair filled situation~ a lovers quarrel!!! so exciting!! exciting indeed!" s/o paced as they talked to themselves, speeding up at the same rhythm of their words. This confusing ramble about bittersweet despair went on for a while, spiraling faster and faster. When he tried to focus on them the first thing that was drawn to his attention was their eyes.
Dark. Dark like the area around them lit up by a lone lamp standing at an awkward tilt, as if it was set in place in advance. Amami's loss of concentration and overall confusion by her rant is where he took her one opportunity, rushing towards him and plunging the very expected second knife into him. In that moment time began to slow down, as if he had suddenly become faster and more alert to the situation. The look on his s/o’s face was one of pure glee, but there was something else in that particular look. Was it maybe guilt? Sadness? No…. it was the look of true despair, knowing full well you're about to watch the person you love die by your very own hands. From what he could see, the knife was like an exact copy of the one on the floor.
His vision blurred for a split second from the shooting pain in his chest and felt like he just had the air knocked out of him. Looking down to see what just happened, he was thrown into an almost instant panic at the fact that it was most likely his lung that was just stabbed. No wonder he couldn’t breath, considering the situation and sudden sharp pains running through him. A warm sensation covered his shirt, starting to bleed while s/o held the knife there as if they were ready to yank it out.
“Y…. You… Why?” absolutely baffled with pain and confusion, amami looked desperately into his s/o’s eyes for some form of an answer. What was looking back at him wasn’t the s/o he knew, what he was looking at was a lie, a happy little lie both of them had been living. This lie had become then a little innocent lie, hitting him almost as hard if not harder than the knife did.
“I wouldn’t be breathing so hard if I were you~” his vision was blurring and it was getting harder to think. There was no way out of this nightmare and the thought of escaping this moment was more than enough to motivate him to start moving again and focus.
As soon as s/o backed away amami instantly reached for the knife that was currently scratching the inside of his lung. Giving it a firm tug he then realized why the knife they wanted to stab him with was curved, it was for the sake of seeing despair, purely painful despair. “The look on your face is just so cute!~ It’s really too bad i’m not going to see you like this anymore.”
That once adorable pout has now turned into something a bit more creepy then cute. His efforts to retrieve the knife from his chest were to no avail because of the sickly cruelly curve of the damned object. Ripping at his skin and lung just to get the knife out. It burned to have it inside him at all, stinging at his open oozing wound.
“I assume the vinegar is working well from how hard your pulling at the knife.” s/o commented with a simple smile on her face. Amami truly wasn't listening at this point in time, focusing more on the intense burning in his chest. Gripping even harder at the knife plunged in his chest, amami strained himself attempting to displace the knife from his skin and with that effort came success.
The knife came out grotesquely bloody with remainders of what he could only assume was scraps of skin, muscle, and lung. Seeing parts of himself that were meant to stay inside was quite a jarring scene, but it appeared as if s/o was…. Enjoying themselves due to his misery.
“What a wonderful look! This despair filled action has caused such a glorious face! I just can't help but watch you writhe in pain!~”
As if a switch had suddenly flipped, s/o had become more stoic in expression. “I have to go now, can't have you running away on me now can I?”
And with those words s/o broke into a sprint inside the maze of a library the two had entered. Amami broke out of his seemingly pain induced frozen stance and followed right behind them, running for any sort of help he could get.
He couldn’t yell, due to the fact that all that could come out what weak cries for them to wait, but it was almost absent from his voice and all that he could manage was a wheeze, a gasp for air as he slowed down to more of a light jog.
Getting terribly lost as s/o sped around corners, amami didn't know the layout of the library as well as they did. Due to all the time they had spent in that library it was no wonder s/o had gotten a feel for the area, zipping out of site every time amami finally turned the corner. When finally coming close to the exit he had actually been chasing s/o until he saw them closing the door on him. The heavy doors closed with an echoing slam but amami pressed forward, having slight hope that he might have the strength to push open the door.
Any effort that was given from amami’s weak state was of no use, s/o had blocked it off when who knows what. Suck complications didn’t matter anymore, he was coughing up a shocking amount of blood while trying to catch his breath but to no avail as it hit him, he was going to die. On the other side of the door was s/o, who has suck a broom of sorts between the handles of the library’s sturdy handles. “I think that’s personally the worst break up i've ever had” they said in a matter of fact tone as they calmly walked away from the scene behind the doors without a second thought.
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