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Kokichi's POV

"Everybody shush! We've got a new motive for you!"

"It's the necromicon!"

"With this, you can bring one of your deceased classmates back from the dead as a transfer student!"

"Goodbye! Barewell!"

And the kubs vanished, leaving us with the book. Damn, I could have some fun with this thing. At least I would've if Angie and her dumbass student council hadn't gotten to it first. Don't get me started on the student council. Those control freaks that say they're protecting us, while the only thing they're protecting is their power within the group. It's a deplorable misuse of power. And I know something about that as the ultimate supreme leader. If I had that kind of power, the Mastermind would be dead by now.

Speaking of the Mastermind, it's fairly obvious that they're in the killing game. There are a few people we can rule out. Gonta, too naive, Miu, not enough common sense or conniving, Shuichi, the way he deals with himself in the trials is too self indulgent, Tenko, also lacking wisdom and conniving, Kaito, refuses to apply himself. Right now my main suspects are Tsumugi and Angie. The rest are in some grey area.

For once, I unfortunately have to agree with Angie on resurrecting Rantaro. Not because of that shit in how he's not a murderer, but because he obviously knew something we didn't. Also he was hot. Not as hot as Shuichi, but hot.

Honestly if I had to rate the guys...

Kokichi's gay list of dudes
1. Shuichi (duh)
2. Rantaro
3. Keebo
4. Kaito
5. Korekiyo (he's been on the cover of vouge)
6. Gonta
7. Ryoma

(Quick AN: what am I doing with my life)

But it's not like it matters. Most of us probably won't survive anyway.

"Hey shorty!"

I whipped around and faced Kaito. "Fuck you, I know I'm short!"

"Damn... You got a whole like... Personal thing..."

"Yeah..."

"I was just hoping you'd help us take down the students council... Not that I trust you or anything but..."

I scoffed haughtily. "As if I'd help you. I'm already halfway done taking those chumps down."

"Really?"

"Yep!" That little shit will never learn that I'm a liar, will he?

I ran away before he could ask anymore questions.

"Kokichi!"

I looked around. "Degenerate male! Over here!"

I finally spotted Tenko.

"Oh it's you. What could a highly developed and skilled woman such as you possibly want with a scumbag degenerate like moi?" I could hear the sarcasm saturating and dripping from my own words.

"I need you to help me take down Angie and protect Himiko! Besides, it's not like anyone will believe you if you tell them I'm not really a member of the students council."

"Fair enough..." I said. "But I got one teensy, tiny, little question: what's in it for me?"

She paused. "I'll... Give you the necromicon after we get it from Angie."

"It's a done deal."

For the first time in my forever, I felt needed. First Kaito and then Tenko. I haven't felt like this since DICE.

Not only that, but the necromicon is now simply inches from my grasp. That means I can take control and stop the killing game.

I waited outside Angie's lab, hoping to corner her or Tenko. Or screw with anyone, honestly.

That's when Shuichi ran down the hallway with Kaito, Himiko, and Maki. "Open the door!" Kaito yelled.

"Finety fine fine fine!" I said. I pulled thin needles out and picked the lock. "There." I said. "Open says me!"

Shuichi opened the door to reveal Angie's cold death body. She was surrounded by the disturbing effigies she had made.

"Sic Semper Tyrannis." I whispered under my breath. Maki might've heard me, but she didn't do anything. Himiko started bawling. It's as if shed never seen anyone die before. Let's face it; were too far in to cry anymore. We can be human again once we survive. For now, we can rely on each other, help one another even, but death is still the black king ruling us all.

Sorry, this took a while. I had to rewatch parts of chapter three to scrap together this much, and I forgot the ultimate assassin reveal- oops... I hope you enjoyed though.

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