Ending.

{1 - BEGINNING}

Katsuki starts to pack up his notebooks and pencils, slipping them into his backpack smoothly. The thing that he wants most in the whole damn world right now is to go home, study, then sleep off all this bullshit so he can at least feel rested enough for the same shit tomorrow. 

But of course, life has other plans. He's supposed to be talking to one of the teachers in the library about his current grades and about future college applications now that classes are over. A spikey haired red head practically bounces over to him, a big grin on his face. 

"Hey Bakubro! Are you going to karaoke with everyone? Mina is gonna be there and I could really use some help trying to win her over you know?" 

Kirishima, AKA Shitty hair, is an extra that he may or may not call his best friend. A person currently not aware of his plans that are keeping him from being a wing man for the millionth time since he's known this dumbass. He slings his bag over his shoulder, his other hand in his pocket.

"I got some shit to do so sparky is going to have to deal with your awkward ass this time." 

"Hey! Don't call me sparky!" 

A blonde stops mid conversation with someone else to yell over at them from across the classroom. Katsuki rolls his eyes and Kirishima gives him a dejected look, mixed with clear nervousness. 

"Dude, you know I can't talk to her on my own!"

Katsuki pushes his hair back against the desk and Kirishima gives him room to move toward the classroom door. 

"Be manly or whatever the fuck you're always saying." 

He shuts the door before he can hear an answer, walking past students talking to each other and making plans. He gets to the library. the lady at the desk looking over at him. She raises slightly from her chair. pointing a finger at Katsuki. 

"Hold it young man! You need your library card out! Library card!" 

Katsuki grimaces, his annoyance rising at the women's screechy tone. One thing he hated about the fucking library is the librarian. Some cranky old hag that always had to screech in that high pitched voice of hers. 

Normally that wouldn't be a problem if she wasn't always on Katsuki's ass about the littlest of shit. The blonde watches as a girl passes him, her card not even out. He's about to tell this hag that clearly, she just wants to fuck with him, but holds his tongue. 

He stomps over and puts his backpack on the ground to look for his library card. The hag watches him closely, lifting herself up more to get a better look when he leans down. Her red rimmed glasses slip down the bridge of her nose slightly and she has to push them up. 

The deep frown lines on her face only grow deeper when Katsuki slams his library card on the smooth surface of her desk/counter. He glares at her, and she lets out a small hmph. 

"Drop the attitude young man! I have more than enough authority to kick you out of this library!" 

Katsuki rolls his eyes, but she doesn't see, inspecting his library card. She hums to herself, looking at it closely. In that time five other people pass through the library doors. Who the hell does this bitch think she is?! 

He's about to yell at her but she slides his library card back and sits back in her chair. She doesn't say anything as she turns away from him to continue typing on her computer. Katsuki takes his card and puts it back in his bag. walking away from her. 

"Fuckin bitch..." 

He walks down the shelves of the library to the back, where a number of chairs and tables are put out for students. There are some extras at one of the corner tables, papers splayed and computers out as they talk to each other in hushed voices. 

Katsuki sits down at the other corner table opposite from that group and puts his backpack down. The teacher said he would be here a couple minutes after the school day ended, so he shouldn't be waiting for too fucking long. 

He yawns, leaning back further in his chair. The voices of the extras talking to each other provides some background noise in the quiet library. He watches the clock in the middle of the room, the hand ticking to the right every minute. 

He doesn't know how much time has passed, but as he's sitting there in the warm library, relaxed and still, he finds his eyelids growing heavy. He doesn't even realize that he's fallen asleep.

He only wakes up because he feels something brush against his face. It sends a ice cold feeling up his spine and he jolts, his eyes opening. There is no one around to touch his face, or even in the table area. 

Groggy from sleep, he looks back at the clock. What the fuck? The clock reads '3: 00'. At first, he doesn't believe it and looks around the dark library. There is no one around and the windows are pitch black, revealing nothing. 

He quickly takes his phone out, his beathing stilled and his heart hammering. The screen lights up, only to glitch into a thousand different colors all at once and turning black. He furiously presses the button, but there is nothing. 

He angerly shoves his phone back in his pocket before standing up, grabbing his backpack and shoving his chair away. He's about to walk to the front and see if there is still anyone around, before something bumps against his shoe. 

He looks down and, in the darkness, he has to wait for his eyes to adjust. On the floor, there are two items. A small orange doll, staring up at him with blank black eyes. It has a small chain inside of its head. 

The second item is a small yellow whistle, hung by a string. There is the sound of creaking from over at the bookcases, and he turns his head. There is a small whispery voice that sends chills down his spine. 

"Pick one...." 

He looks back at the small items on the floor. 

Which one will he take? 

(GO TO THE CHAPTER WITH THE CHOICE) 

1) The doll keychain 

2) The yellow whistle