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Chapter 9: Funhouse Frazzle.

Hajime woke up in a soft bed with a stomach ache. He was so hungry he thought he was going to die. When he looked over, he saw a room so brightly coloured he immediately got a headache. And, he saw a big plate filled with omelette rice and a cup of water. As quickly as he allowed his hands to move, Hajime grabbed the plate and savagely shoved the food into his mouth without chewing. He then gulped up all the water in the glass. He burped and hiccuped. Then, he looked around the room, which was coloured in oversaturated reds and pinks. Hajime covered his eyes to try and block out the colours. Where was he? Was this a dream? No, this was way too real to be a dream. It couldn't be. Kazuichi stormed into his room, Hajime flinched.

''Dude, Usami is super fucking pissed!'' Kazuichi exclaimed, ''She's fucking fuming, man! She's so angry!''

Hajime rubbed his eyes. ''Kazuichi, I'm not... awake. What's going on?''

Kazuichi roughly grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him out of the room, into the hallway, where bright red with white strawberry wallpaper burned out his eyes. They went down a set of stairs, into a hallway, into what seemed like a tower. Usami was already there, along with the rest of the class. Hajime never thought he'd see a furious stuffed bunny, but there she was, and the anger radiating off of her was scary.

''Do you have any idea how disappointed I am in you?!'' She boomed. Mikan started crying. ''I expected better from you!'' Usami continued, ''I really did! I made you a photo album! I turned island 5 into a mini golf course! I repaired Kazuichi's tooth, the stage lights! And this is how you repay me?! By doing drugs?! And not just one of you! Not just Teruteru! Ibuki, Sonia, Peko, Gundham, even Byakuya! I expected much better, especially from Byakuya!''

Byakuya sighed and looked at the ground. ''I'm sorry,'' he murmured.

''You've all let me down! All of you! The only ones, the only ones who didn't take any of Teruteru's acid tablets, are Chiaki and Fuyuhiko! The fucking yakuza knows how to behave better than any of you! What does that say about you?!''

The entire class was silent. Mikan and Sonia sobbed quietly. Gundham had pulled his scarf up to his nose. Nekomaru dejectedly looked at the ground.

Hiyoko burst out laughing. ''You should all see your stupid faces!'' she screamed, ''I can't believe a fucking stuffed bunny bitch could make you cry! Since when were you so sensitive?!'' She clutched her stomach as she screamed in high-pitched laughter, little tears appearing in her eyes.

''Hiyoko, please,'' Marihu mumbled as she wiped her eyes, ''Usami is really angry.''

''Angry, my ass! What's she gonna do?! She's too scared to even touch us, there's no way she's gonna do anything to make us regret our actions! Next time the Ultimate Cook cooks meth, we'll just take it again!''

''Speakin' of cookin','' Akane started, ''Where are we? And where's the kitchen?''

''I found this house design on the internet,'' Usami started darkly, ''It was originally designed to mentally mess with the individuals unfortunate enough to find themselves locked in here, and to starve them.''

''W- wait! So that means-?!'' Akane exclaimed.

''I'm not gonna starve you!'' Usami recoiled, ''I'll give you three square meals per day, and if you're good, I'll even give you afternoon snacks! This design, originally made by xxSadcl0wnxx, was perfect for what I had in mind: I wanted a place where I could keep my eyes on you children and where you can't cook anything.'' Usami looked over at Teruteru, who wrung his hands.

''I said I was sorry,'' the cook mumbled.

''Don't worry about this place!'' Usami chimed, ''I've got rooms enough for everyone, with better beds than your cottages, there's a game room, a playground and bathrooms! For the felonies you children committed, this place is a mansion compared to the prison you'd end up in!''