[TW// gore, swearing, and graphic imagery.]
"A one-week trip to a school? I'll give it a try."
inspired by danganronpa games AND fangames. (plus milgram if you squint)
16 students with extraordinary skillful talents from all school levels known as U...
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btw uh please read the notes at the end, i need your opinions on something. . . .
The sounds of weeping. The sounds of despair. They make me feel sick to my core.
She cried on top her partner's cold body, letting it all out. It would be a death sentence if someone were to interrupt her mourning. "...Please... wake up. ... I'm- sorry..." Match slurred out, hiccups in between words. Some of the others have gathered around the scene, astonished by the gravity of the situation. The rest might be downstairs in the infirmary. I hope he's okay too.
*PING!*
It's the Monopad. I quickly pulled it out to find a notification on the Monomono File icon, and upon opening it, this was shown:
Pencil Graphite was the victim. The victim was found in front of the Ultimate Author and Ultimate Patissier Labs, second floor. Injuries and Cause of death: - Estimated time of death is around 12:36 A.M. - The victim suffered multiple beatings to the torso, head, hips and legs. - The victim's neck has messy stab wounds, along with the head. - Cause of death is excessive blood loss.
I seem to recall something, from when we were in my room...
. . . "Dude... Why didn't you just dump her, y'know?" I asked. "Huh. You wish I can do that." Pencil folded her blanket as she spoke. "If I did, she would've just killed me right then and there, then go find another partner." Damn... that girl's wild. "That's what she said anyway."
"...Well then, I guess you should avoid breaking up with her, knowing our current situation..." I jokingly replied. Pencil just chuckled. "Yeah... If I die suddenly, then you know who to blame." She laughed. . . .
...Did Match do it? N-no. I don't think she would kill her own girlfriend. Unless she did. I mean, her behavior earlier was a bit suspicious.
Leafy was beside me, examining the crime scene a little. "The blood trail..." She pointed at the bright pink stains, it seems to go further away more. "Was... she still alive when you saw her?" She asked. I bit my lip, hesitating. "Yeah..." I noticed that Leafy had a rubbing alcohol-like scent, she must've been downstairs. "Uh... are there still people downstairs, in the infirmary?" She perked up, and nodded. "I think...? All I know is that my brother is down there."
I glanced at the body again, before going downstairs. But was I was walking to the stairs, something caught my eye on one of the flower vases.
Broken pieces of some pool sticks... sticking out of the dirt...? Hm.
I brushed it off, thinking it was a red herring. I hope it is. Once I got to down, I was greeted with a loud infirmary. Hm, just like a normal hospital.
