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My neck is killing me…
Wait.
What the fuck is going on.
Why am I alive.
What the hell happened.
Am I in a laundry room?
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Oh shit.
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Am I seriously here again??
Fucking perfect. Just. Fucking. Perfect. First thing that happens after Okazaki snipes my ass is I GET PUT BACK INTO A GODDAMN KILLING GAME. For fuck’s sake. What did I even do????
“You, blue hair. Wake everyone else up.” I’m immediately getting yelled at.
Great.
Sasaki’s up.
Her.
She was such a pain in the ass during that first week. I get why she snapped though, and why she was a dick. She was tired. We all were. Not an excuse to drag us all down with her though. She made that choice to kill Isono. It was a spur-of-the-moment murder, but she made her choice.
“The fuck? There’s like… five other freaks up. Talk to the others.” I’m really not dealing with this shit. Who else even is up? From what I can see, Tsuno, Ojima, Hayashi, Chiba and….
“Are you okay? You seem out of it…”
Ken.
Shit, he’s talking to me.
“I’m fine.”
“Ehm, are you sure? You don’t seem well.”
“I said I’m fine.”
My stomach hurts a lot and my throat tastes like…
Right.
He’s still sitting here.
“What are you doing?”
Is he zoned out? Did Ojima teach him how to do that? Is he okay???
“Oh, sorry! I was thinking that we should probably wake up the others.” Okay, he’s back.
“I’m not doing it. You can if you want.”
He carefully got up and started waking everyone else up.
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After what felt like a fucking hour, everyone’s up. Sasaki stood on one of the tables here. Probably giving that shitty plan.
“Everyone?” She started.
Nobody's listening. That’s fucking funny.
“Hello?”
Absolutely NOTHING.
This is ACTUALLY hilarious.
“Everyone!” And there we go. People are ACTUALLY giving a shit.
“Pardon my yelling. My name is Sasaki Hitomi, and I’d like to pose an idea to help us figure out where we are and why we’re here.”
“And what would that be?” Oh my god. I’m really not dealing with Hiroaki again.
“Let’s investigate in pairs.”
Sasaki clears her throat again before continuing.
“Ginger, albino. You two.” She pointed to Isono and Wada.
“Sunglasses and Glasses.” Hiroaki and Ojima.
“Redhead and Ponytail.” Hayashi and Tamba.
“Mask and Backpack.” Okazaki and Harada.
“Blue Suit and Red Suit.” Yanagi and Watari.
“Drills and Jacket.” Chiba and Hama.
“I’ll look around with the girl in the pink cape.” She’s investigating with Tsuno. That’s funny, considering she killed one of Tsuno’s closest friends.
“This leaves you two.” She pointed to Ken and I. Well, fuck. This is gonna be insane.
“We, uh- we all have names?…” Ken tried to change Sasaki’s mind on what to call us, but I know damn well shes gonna let it go in one ear and out the other.
Everyone branched off to explore.
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“So, ehh… we should probably introduce ourselves, so, what’s your name…?” He’s trying to start conversation with me. Oh.
“Kamimura.”
Keeping it simple. I don’t want him getting attached and I don’t want to get attached to him again. That was hell in itself.
“Ah. Mine is Hasegawa. Hasegawa Ken.”
“Oh, the quiz guy? That’s you?”
“I— yeah, how’d you know?”
“My aunt’s kinda a fan of quiz shows, I used to watch with her a bit.”
Honestly, that’s a bit of a lie, but I’m not completely lying. My aunt does like watching shit like Jeopardy and Wheel of Fortune and that crap.
“Sorry if I’m prying, but you mentioned your last name is Kamimura, right?” What’s he getting at.
“Yeah?”
“I’m pretty sure there was a major incident in Osaka several years back related to the passing of two individuals with that last name.”
SHITTTTTTTTTT.
“Huh?”
“Apparently a double murder of some sort. Do you know anything about that?”
OH MY GOD IM GONNA SHOOT MYSELF SOMEONE GIVE ME A GUN!!!!
“I— no, I don’t.”
HE PROBABLY KNOWS IM LYING!!!!!
“Such a coincidence, then, right?”
“Yeah. It’s pretty cool. Some people at the police station I get called by the most to clean up for my job actually keep asking me and their colleagues about it. ‘Hey is the blue haired Kamimura dude the same kid from that double murder some years back?’, ‘Is he that kid from the incident?’, that shit. It confuses them a LOT.”
Maybe lying a bit isnt bad.
“That’s really interesting.”
Shit we aren’t even investigating.
We’re in the storage room and not doing shit. Wonderful. Not too far off from what normally happened last time. Just without the chem lab. I miss that place. It was really fucking fun.
Regardless, we need to investigate.
“There’s a bunch of random shit here. Lotions, towels, sheets,…”
“You’re nice to talk to, Kamimura.”
What?
“Oh. Thanks? You’re not bad. Much better than that Sasaki lady. She called me “blue hair”.”
“She… wasn’t exactly wrong…”
Fuck, i dropped what i was holding.
“I- pfft—“
Shit. that was fucking funny.
“Sorry! Was that rude?”
“No, no, you’re good. Just that was really fucking funny.” Taking a moment to catch my breath, I lean on one of the storage shelves and sneakily(?) readjust my binder so I can ACTUALLY breathe right now. My face is really fucking warm.
“It’s good that you aren’t offended…”
“Yeah, you’re really funny.”
He looks at me as if he figured out how gravity works??
“Eh… thank you?” Ken’s so fucking pathetically cute it’s insane.
“All good… what now?”
“We should probably head back and tell the others what we found.”
“Good idea.”
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“Does anyone have anything to share in regards to the investigation? Personally, Tsuno and I didn’t find anything worth noting in the locker rooms and restrooms. Next?” Sasaki spoke up.
“Takeshi and I didn’t find SHIT in the kitchen. There’s a ton of knives and crap though, so yeah.” Hiroaki practically screeched.
Nobody wanted to go next.
“Eh, eenie, meenie, miney… Hasekura and whatsherface.” He picked, pointing at us.
Did he seriously just— wait we have bigger fish to fry, I can’t worry about being misgendered by a random guy I barely know.
“It’s Hasegawa, and Kamimura and I didn’t find much. He mentioned more than I did, though, to be fair. He mentioned stuff like lotion, bedsheets and towels though.”
“Can confirm.” I mutter as I raise my hand, letting people know which asshole Ken was referring to.
“Admittedly, Watari and I didn’t find much in the medical bay. There were several bottles of medications in a cabinet, though. A few ones I can name are Advil, Ibuprofen and a few types of allergy medicines.” Yanagi didn’t have to apologize for not finding shit.
A few other groups explain their finds, until Okazaki spoke up.
“We found a vent.”
“A what?”
“An air vent.”
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Sasaki’s face lit up with a plan, before a rabbit, Monomoko, teleported into the room.
“Hello, students.”
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“Who?!”
“The hell??”
“Jesus!”
“What is that???”
“AGH!”
“Huh???”
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“Welcome to Fujioka Memorial High School. This will be your new home until further notice.”
Nobody planned on interjecting.
“The only way to escape is to kill someone.”
That’s when Hayashi snapped.
“I’m not dealing with this shit!” She tells as she storms off to the gate. This again.
“When this brief moment is over, may someone please relay this information to Miss Hayashi?”
“I— I can…” Tamba offers.
“I will explain the rules shortly.”
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Monomoko FINALLY finished explaining the rules and shit. It’s around 10pm; the nighttime announcement played a while ago.
Sitting in the dining hall, I hear the door open.
Ken.
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After a bit of talking, I'm getting tired.
“Hey, I’m gonna try to get some rest. My head hurts a lot and I’m a bit tired.”
He paused briefly before replying.
“Alright, I’ll walk you back to your dorm.”
“Thanks.”