Corpse Party: Killing Harmony

Post-Mortem Pleas

TW: Mentions of sexual harassment and attempted sexual assault. Skip the paragraphs starting with a ❤️ if these topics make you uncomfortable. If you'd prefer, you can skip the diary parts altogether.

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After searching for hours, Amami, Yuka and Saihara managed to find a new hallway hidden in a mostly empty area. Two stone pedestals flanked a suspiciously clean wall, small indents carved into the tops. They inspected the pedestals before deciding to place their statues on top. When the statue fit perfectly, Amami decided to put the red statue on the right pedestal.

As soon as it fit into place, grinding stone filled their ears. The suspiciously clean wall slowly opened, the hallway trembling as it rearranged itself. They all shared a confused look before approaching the hallway. When they were halfway to the end, Saihara groaned in agony. Amami turned and saw the boy's fingers weaved into his hair, eyes squeezed shut.

"Saihara? What's the matter?" Amami approached his friend, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"It's here," he whispered. Saihara looked up at Amami, his eyes filled with fear. "The entity that attacked me back in the medical bay. I don't know how to explain it but... I can feel it." Amami further analysed his surroundings before noticing a sign at the end of the hall which indicated they were near the infirmary. He frowned as he went through a map of the school in his mind. How could this be the infirmary when they'd never been here?

Yuka suddenly cried out in pain, clutching her hair tight. "My head hurts, big brother!" She cried out as tears filled her eyes. Saihara hissed in pain and dropped to his knees. Following suit, Yuka began to sob as she curled into a ball.

Amami watched as blood dripped from both of their noses and immediately he knew this would be a task for him alone. "You two should turn back. I'll go by myself." He helped them to the hallway's entrance before turning back and walking toward the infirmary door. Rapid thuds made him jump out of his skin and he watched as tiny, bloody handprints appeared on the windows as if children were slapping them. When he turned to the door, he noticed a yellowed piece of paper taped to it.

Sachiko,
Cleaning up in the reference room. Please wait here for me.
-Mum

"Sachiko..." Amami whispered to himself, remembering that the black-haired ghost girl had that name. Could it be-

"The door's open," a female voice called from the infirmary.

Hesitating for a moment, Amami decided that he needed to go inside; it seemed like his best option. He didn't want to, but to escape they needed to run toward danger. As he reached out to open the door, a wet drop startled him. When Amami looked down, he noticed a crimson droplet slide from his hand, only to be replaced by another. Had his nose been bleeding this whole time?

As the door creaked open, Amami felt a pressure encase his head, as if a hydraulic press began to crush him. It only filled him with hope as he knew this trip would prove fruitful. Something inside this infirmary wanted to remain hidden and he would unearth them no matter what. Anything to save his friends and family.

The infirmary replicated the one he remembered on the first floor. Had it moved? When he stepped inside, the door swung closed behind him. "What do you think? Shall we go on that summer vacation field trip?" Amami frowned when he heard someone speak and looked around to see no one.

A flickering light caught his attention, the desk lamp barely able to work. Amami stepped closer and watched a pen scribbling words into a diary, but there was no physical being controlling the pen. Right before his eyes, a figure began to form near the desk. There stood a tall, petite woman with short, black hair and a blue glow around her figure. Bruises littered her sickly, grey skin and rips littered her white blouse, missing the top two buttons.