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SOBS WARNING UHH THE ART AT THE START IS. DOGWATER. I MEAN LIKE REALLY, REALLY BAD. BUT IT GETS BETTER I SWEAR AGHHHHHHHHHH
15 students have been invited to spend their summer at Firebird Forest Talent Enhancement Camp f...
a/n: important notice: near the end, the culprit kind of rambles about not wanting to die. these ramblings are based off my own fear of death and experience with dreams wherein i have to wait for my own death/force myself to walk to a location i know i'll never walk out of. please do not comment anything mocking the culprit for being cowardly or whatever, since most of the phrases used are pulled from my own. thank yee!
a/n: ALSO! a lot of characters' trauma gets revealed in this chapter! please do NOT comment anything saying that any of them deserved it, or anything like that. even if you don't like the character, that's not an excuse, and there will inevitably be people with similar traumas who you're inadvertently hurting by saying stuff like that.
a/n: this ch was kind of rushed so like half of the cgs are missing, that's totally my bad. also there is NO art for the execution! because i got mega peeved off with how it looks!
When the podium descended for the third time, I found myself... numb. Not Cinereus numb, but just... unfeeling. Like none of this mattered to me. Like it was all just a game. I'd gotten de-sensitised already.
I hated this so, so much. But I felt like if I peeled off the cracking layers of numbness, all my feelings, all my insecurities and my flaws would gush out like intestines liquified by years of rot, and I'd be stuck alone to clean up the mess, because there was no way I was worth sticking around for. So I chose to stay uncaring instead.
There were two more portraits added to the growing gallery. Ledge's portrait, and...
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...Keita's.
Seeing his empty podium sent me careering back into my mental state from last trial as I re-lived every ounce of grief I'd felt in the moment I saw the timer hit zero. My eyes hurt worse than they'd ever done before, tears pricking at the nerves at the back as the tears refused to spill. I never thought he'd die, and he did, and I'd just... carried on like nothing happened. It made me sick.
