ANYWAYS, wowee! I'm in awe. You guys are the LITERAL best i love you all so much and hope you all have amazing days mwah mwah mwah, here's some more interesting 'what if' scenarios!
What if Jinsei survived Hanako-san? (takes place during ch. 22 — facades and ch. 23 — paradigm)
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"Go!" You shouted at Jinsei. He didn't need to be told twice as he darted into the bathroom.
"NO!!!!"
As Hanako-san attempted to follow, letting go of Hanami completely, you tried to get in between her and the door with the salt as your trusty weapon. You had half a mind to try the acid, but you weren't entirely certain if that would work, and apparently the salt did; best to go with the weapon you for sure knew worked.
Not that you were given time to use either one.
Hanako-san wasted no time in slamming you against the wall, and you could have sworn she had nearly broke a rib as you wheezed, immediately collapsing. With nobody else to stop her, she ran into the bathroom after Jinsei, the door closing just as another door seemed to slam in there.
Jinsei's voice was muffled, but it was definitely his that you heard in there.
"I.... I did it....?!"
For a moment, silence fell across the hallway. You struggled to sit up, and Hanami slumped against the wall, gasping for air as she held her neck where Hanako-san had been choking her. Isora had started to stand up as well.
"Ehehehe~ ♥"
The giggle was cute in nature, like any other schoolgirl's, but the implication of such a laugh was enough to make you grimace, your blood running ice cold in your veins. Nobody said anything, nobody moved a muscle as you all waited for some indication that the game was over, that Jinsei had succeeded.
Because he had to have succeeded... Right? Right?
You couldn't handle another loss.
"No— wait!" Jinsei screamed, bloodcurling, before managing to push the words past his lips. "The stall is occupied! The stall is occupied!" He was sobbing, in hysterics; but at his words, it seemed like the weighted atmosphere lightened up. The hallway didn't appear as oppressive anymore.
"Jinsei...?" You croaked out his voice, stumbling to a stand. Isora caught you, his arm around your waist. He called out your name warningly. "I'm fine," you muttered to Isora. "But Jinsei..."
He was still sobbing, but you'd take that as a good sign. If he could make noise, he was still alive, right? And so, you and Isora stumbled to the bathroom, Hanami scrambling to her feet to follow you two, not wanting to be left behind.
The stall was open, and blood was splattered everywhere. Your mouth felt drier than it ever had been before. There was so much blood...
"Oh, fuck."
You retched, thankfully managing to keep the bile down as you gazed upon Jinsei. He was alive, alright, but in one piece...?
His right arm beneath his elbow was just... gone. As if it had been ripped off, a gnarled white knob poked out through globs of flesh. His bone. You gagged again, and Isora thankfully led you to the side just as you emptied your stomach up on the tile floor. From behind, you heard a loud THWUNK, and looked back to see Hanami passed out on the floor.
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Demise Game
Storie d'amore(yandere! Reverse harem! Dandy's word x Fem! Reader) Ten years after a group of high-schoolers were brutally slaughtered, Tokiwadai Journalism Club sets out to uncover the truth. However, some things were not meant to be uncovered, and [Y/n] finds t...
