"Heya! I'm [y/n] [l/n], the Ultimate Influence! Nice to meetcha!"
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"..Wait, aren't you the one who started World War III?! Satan's Humanized Form!?"
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"Wow, offensive. I'm way worse than that bitch, how dare you?!"
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[y/n] [l/n], the Ma...
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Did I do something wrong?
Do they hate me?
...No. It's nothing personal. They have their plans, and so do I.
It would benefit both of us if we grew apart. I understand that.
I need to find out what their plans are. Maybe not. It seems pretty long termed. I've noticed something was up a while ago...
How they laughed it off as a joke when I brought up my hypothesis of their plan.
How they wouldn't look me in the eye during the class trial.
I'd be willing to bet that they've been planning it since forever ago, but it became way more real when Tenko died.
They realized they've been getting attached when they felt bad after her death. But what their ultimate motive is...
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He's untrustworthy. He's a liar. He's manipulative. He's childish. There are so, so, so many reasons why I shouldn't grow fond of him.
Wait, I just fucking described myself.
Well...
If my past self met me today, they wouldn't like who I am either.
If I looked at myself today, I wouldn't trust them.
If I even had a future ahead of me, I would find myself as a selfish, heartless dick.
Just keep listing cons of him. Find a reason- find an excuse to not feel bad.
I will eliminate every reason I have to live and sacrifice myself for the world's entertainment.
I'm going to make myself down in history.
No matter what.
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"..Aren't you already in history?"
"You are the Ultimate Influence, after all."
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"OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD-"
"...Why are you more excited about this lab than the person that it's meant for...?" Shuichi stammered, raising an eyebrow.
"What? The Ultimate Influence can like cosplaying, too. It's practically my job- did you think I could just influence normal, sane people by looking like myself?" I pouted, placing my hands on my hips. "Then again, that wasn't cosplaying, that was disguising myself as a fake person that was accepted as a real being."
"Yeah! Cosplay isn't a disguise!" Tsumugi chimed in passionately, holding up a finger.
I nodded, hopping happily. "Anywaaaysss- AAH! THIS IS SO COOL! I JUST WANNA TRY EVERYTHING ON! EVERYTHING!"
