Corpse Party: Killing Harmony

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After ages of walking, the two finally found a red-painted door belonging to the custodian's closet. Ouma played the doll's words on repeat in his mind. The doll wouldn't shut up before, but now it wouldn't speak. Six steps horse, thirteen paces rooster.

He approached the door and turned to the hallway. On his left was a wall with no hallways. There wasn't enough room to take thirteen steps right, so he needed to go forward and then right. That would mean 'rooster' referred to forward and 'horse' referred to right. Ouma took careful steps as he followed his theory whilst ignoring Iruma's intense staring. When he stopped walking, he noticed the floorboard beneath his feet creaking louder than normal.

Ouma crouched and pulled at the floorboard, making it pull loose with little effort. Beneath was a small hemp bag. He pinched the thread between two fingers and pulled the bag free. Blood soaked the fabric, making a nametag stand out like a sore thumb.

Heavenly Host Elementary School

Class 3-5, [Yoshizawa Ryou]

"Why would this be here?" Ouma mumbled to himself as he grabbed the fabric. It was stiff and scratchy on his skin. Opening it felt like a horrible idea and his gut swarmed with butterflies. He shoved it in Iruma's direction (who was now crouching beside him). "You look!"

"No fuckin' way! I'm not touching that disgusting thing! You look!" Iruma grimaced as she jumped back from the bag possibly ridden with bodily fluid.

Ouma took the bag back and sighed. He would rather use a pair of rusty scissors to gouge his eyes out than look inside this bag. It felt like a horrible idea. After taking a deep breath, Ouma yanked open the bag, fighting against the blood that held it taut. When he peeked inside, he screamed and dropped the bag, scrambling away from the offending object. The stench taunted him, sticking to his nostrils like super glue.

"What? What is it?" Iruma asked as she picked up the discarded bag.

"Just look!" He hoped to whatever god was out there that he wasn't correct in his assumption. Iruma peeked inside and screamed, also dropping the bag in fright. "A fucking tongue?!" Ouma slowly nodded, his lips parted as he stared blankly at her. No matter how hard he tried to ignore it, the vision of a severed human tongue plagued his eyes.

The doll in Ouma's belt began weeping and he slowly pulled it out, glad that he had something else to focus on rather than a fucking human remain. It wouldn't be so bad if he knew to expect it. At least when he walked the halls of this school, he knew to expect corpses left and right. "Return it," the doll whispered. "Return it."

Iruma tugged the bag closed and grimaced, staring at the name sewn into it. "It's a boy's name." Ouma almost sighed in relief, realising that only one boy spirit roamed the halls. "Ugh, it's fucking nasty. What the fuck are we going to do with it?"

Ouma balked at her. Surely she wasn't that stupid... "We return it, dumbass!"

"Are you fuckin' insane!?" Ouma groaned in frustration and jumped to his feet, snatching the bag and beginning to walk away. Who cares if he touched a little blood? He saw every tiny millimetre of Yumeno's insides and touched corpses. Iruma was being a fucking baby and he wouldn't let her doom them to eternal torture in this place.

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The duo walked into the infirmary where Ouma last saw the spirit of Yoshizawa. Luckily for them, he was still crouched on the bed, staring at the cloth divider. "Remember: no eye contact whatsoever." Iruma nodded as Ouma stepped forward and held out the bag. Yoshizawa wouldn't look.

"How the fuck are we supposed to do this?" Iruma muttered under her breath. She watched Ouma continue to hold out the bag, his body trembling as he tried not to run. He wasn't able to do this... "I'll do it." The boy didn't deserve to suffer like this; she wasn't as scared as he was.