Tommy finds himself stuck in a school with 19 other students, forced into a killing game by the mysterious mastermind. A new era of SMPronpa commences, giving DSMP-era MCYT fans a taste of that one forbidden fanfic.
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Slowly and silently, each student took a trembling step into the trial room. Either one of them or all but one of them were about to face their doom, forced into some kind of sick execution.
Tommy had yet to get over the tension and fear that crawled up his throat and made him want to scream in the last trial, and now another one was starting.
A smile spread across Gure-ga's face as his eyes stared through and into the souls of each of the students. It was odd, that somebody who was trying to get them all killed for their own sick amusement knew them more than they did. Their memories were taken from them, known only by a monster.
Tommy gulped as the podiums rose again. Like Philza and Wilbur, where Karl once stood was a portrait of him, crossed with a bright pink X. Looking at it made him feel ill.
Gure-ga jumped in delight when everybody stood in their places. "Alright alright!! I will state the rules again in case any of you amnesiacs forgot about it!" he yelled joyfully, looking around as though waiting for applause. When none came, his excitement died down and he stared at them, annoyed.
"Guess who killed Karl... yada-yada, you fail, you all die. Guess the right one, they die," he muttered, yawning.
"Wait!" Skeppy yelled. Callahan who was standing next to him flinched at the noise. Gure-ga looked at the man curiously.
"Yes? What is so important that you're holding this up, huh?" he asked. Skeppy gulped.
"If we guess it right over and over again, how do we win?" he asked, trembling. "More people die, more people die, are you just going to let the last two people go home? Or kill each other?"
Gure-ga blinked, before looking thoughtfully at the roof. "Well, yes, I will get the last two to kill each other unless they figure out who I am, when you do that, everybody will be let go."
Tommy froze. They had to figure out 'who Gure-ga was?' I mean, I guess it made sense, a talking teddy bear couldn't be a real person, somebody must be behind it. But how were they supposed to figure that out? They didn't remember anything.
"But that's not going to happen," he added, smirking.
Tommy stopped his thoughts. He had to focus on the trial. Or he'd die before he even got a chance to think of how to figure out who Gure-ga really was.
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