Ich Luge

The Supply closet protag [Done]

a/n: Wooooooh, killing game! Anyways, I sincerely hope you do enjoy this fic, I'm trying my best to type their given personalities to the best of my abilities. Let the show begin!~ Anyways, the protag of this story wanted me to use the pronoun 'they' until I see fit to use their respective/biological gender

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Why is everything black? Why can't I see anything? Where am I? Wha-- 'Oi, zip it, ya' ask a lot of questions, don'cha? Anyways dumbass, to help with the first question, open your damn eyes'

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They softly groaned and woke up, feeling discomfort in their legs and arms. 'I smell...cleaning supplies?" Their eyes fluttered open, seeing silhouettes of shelves and the items stored in them.  They try moving their leg, only to find out it was caught in a bucket. They sigh and slowly rise up, although the bucket made it uncomfortable to do so. When they finally get up, they stretch until they heard a satisfying 'pop'.     

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Oh...I guess I should introduce myself since it's the 'typical protag thing to do'. I'm....Actually, my name shouldn't concern you. I prefer to be called anything other than my given name, including insults, I don't care much. Judging by the objects I see, I'm in a supply closest. Pretty obvious, though.

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They shuffled towards the door, twisting the door knob to check if it was locked. Luckily for them, it wasn't. They open the door, poking their head out. Seeing no one was around, they silently declare it safe to go out and explore. They step out of the confined space, pulling up their light green hood just in case anyone came by. The individual in the light green hoodie aimlessly wanders the halls, their shoes lightly clicking against the wooden floorboards. Just as they were beginning to get comfortable with the silence, they hear a voice echo through the halls.

"Hey, I think I heard footsteps in the second hall!" They curse under their breath as they hear someone run towards their direction. Normally, most people who were in this situation would run and hide, but They were too tried to really care. A fairly tall male came into view, lightly panting. If they had to take a guess, This guy was the owner of the voice they heard a minute ago. He had messy strawberry-blonde hair and emerald green eyes. His attire consisted of a half red-half black jacket and red jeans accompanied with black shoes.

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Name: Toby

Talent: Shsl Cosplayer

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"I'm Toby", He introduces himself with a smile and extended his hand out for them to shake it, "Nice to meet you". Hesitantly, they grab his hand, "Nice to meet you too..." "What's your name?", Toby asked as he leaned slightly forward. His action caused them to immediately let go of his hand and take a step back. "I-I don't remember my name", They lied. "Oh", There was an awkward pause, "Well...Anyways, everyone else is most likely in the gym. Maybe on the way there, you'll remember. For now....I'll call you...um...Deku!" They blink, wondering why he chose that out of all names. "Um...Why Deku?" Toby smiles brightly and points at his sleeve. "You're sleeve says 'Deku' on it!"

Unconsciously, they looked at their sleeve. He was right, there it was, in white letters, 'Deku'. "A-Anyways, to the gym?" The strawberry blonde nods and grabs onto his arm, dragging them over to the gym. "Tch, took you long enough, We were practically dying of boredom when you decided to go at a snail's pace", commented a female with Hazel colored eyes. Toby chuckled, releasing his grasp on 'Deku's' arm to sheepishly scratch the back of his neck. "Sorry about that, Len." Len simply turned away her head, "Hmph. You better be"