Shuichi
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My eyes flutter open, yet to no advantage. Where am I? The air here feels stale, and thin. It's almost hard to breathe- it's as if I'm in the sky where the air is limited. My whole body has pain like daggers shooting through it. I feel that laying straight on my back, and the gravity of it is making my body hurt on the hard wood floor below me. I attempt to sit up, managing somewhat well in complete darkness, and I begin to choke from the lack of air. I steady my breathing, and breathe scarcely, inhaling only little bits of air every few seconds and exhaling a few later. I am able to hold my breath for up to 9 minutes, but it usually gives me a headache, and I don't want it to worsen the gnawing one that I already have. I can feel that my hair is messed up, but I don't care. While holding my breath for a few seconds to save myself I attempt to find the hat that has fallen off of my head, and I realize I can hear something other than my own heartbeat (triggered from my fear of not knowing where I'm at.) It sounds to be.. breathing? Snoring? It's not impossible that there are other people in what seems to be this giant splintery box with me, the space feels quite big. I allow myself to slip, and I strangle out a "Hello?" before immediately regretting it and clamping my hands quickly over my mouth. But it seems that my cry for help was valid, because a voice other than mine responds. "Oh, thank Atua, hello? There's someone else in here with me?" It's female. Before I can question what Atua is and who replied, I'm greeted with another response- a male- and oddly enough, he *laughed*. "Nishishi~, hello? I thought I might be the only one here, but I guess not." What an odd presence and laug- "NYEH! WHERE AM I!" A scream startles me and causes me to jump. And another voice. "What... where.. huh? Oh, God.. where am I? Hello?" the same voice as I first heard shrieks, "WHO IS GOD? I ONLY KNOW ATUA!" I respond to this voice without being interru- "OH, GOD OR ATUA OR WHATEVER, THERE BETTER NOT BE ANY DEGENERATE MALES IN HERE!" The same voice that first said the G word sounds now angry. I attempt to say something. "Um.. hey, how many people are in he-" yet another voice cuts me off. "Gonta is in fear. Where is Gonta?" Now this confused me even more. I'm about to say something important, maybe "What is going on?" or "What the fu" when something hits me hard on the head and I pass out.
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Kokichi
I awaken to a loud bang. It startles me, but I quickly adjust. How long have I been passed out? Where even am I? I'm in a very tight, enclosed space- (but thanks to my small body it's not as uncomfortable as it would be for a normal-sized person.) Ever since I was a child, I was abnormally short than others and looked down upon- thus, I was bullied a lot by two people in middle school. But I don't ever speak of that, or said people. Those two hurt me alot, although I probably blew it off into a dumb facade of "I don't care", "whatever", "that's so sweet of you, nishishi~" when really I did care. I always do that. Agh- also thanks to my small body, I have little to no ability to gain physical strength, so it takes me a moment to force the door of whatever prison I'm in open.
I land on my ass, groaning on impact, and look up to see a grey locker in which I was presumably stuck in. Ah, cliche. I get a sense of deja vu, remembering all of the moments a certain someone did this to me before I ended up here.
Where even is here? I use a sort of desk beside me to lift myself up, then hesitantly and cautiously look around. It seems that I'm in a classroom, an oddly styled one at that. I notice literal guns attached below what seems to be a suspiciously bulky security camera. Another glance around and I'm met with two blue eyes and a giant pointy ahoge.
"A-ah!" I stumble backwards at the sight of a robot man. What the hell is this? More importantly, I just lost my calm-ness infront of someone else. This worries me, so I quickly stable myself.
"Greetings! I am K1-B0, and what, may I ask, is your name?"
I adapt to this man's odd voice and manner very quickly. "I'm.. Ouma. Kokichi Ouma, the Ultimate Supreme Leader!" I give him a wide, utterly fake grin.
'K1-B0' smiles back, and I find a light in his robotic eyes. I also find it hard to pronounce his name in my head correctly. "What an odd name! Hello, Ouma. Kokichi Ouma, the Ultimate Supreme Leader!"
I give myself a facepalm. He.. "No, Kiibo, Kiibot, Keeboy or whatever your name is, my name is just Kokichi Ouma. First name. Last name. 'The Ultimate Supreme Leader' is not apart of my birth name."
The robot I've named Kiibo stutters. "A-Ahhhh, I get it! Well, I am K1-B0, the Ultimate Robot!"
I get an idea, and a mischevious grin crosses my face. "So you're a guy, riiiight?"
K1-B0 seems confused. "Yes, why do you ask?"
"Hey, do robots have dicks?"
K1-B0's entire metal face turns red and he starts unintelligibly murmuring things to either me or himself- I can't tell. (He looks really cool btw!~ Kiibitch looks like he's glowing red~) Yet I don't realize that at the exact moment I said that, the door handle twisted and a blue-haired emo looking boy with an even more emo hat on accompanied with a basic looking blond in a dress entered. The blond's expression changes from peacefulness when she enters the room, to confusion, to a mix of extreme confusion/worry/joy (laughter)/ and awe at my bravery when she processes what she walked in to me saying. The same thing happens with the emo hat boy; I read his expression like a well-written manga. Immediately, I take a liking to him (I know, without even knowing him name~ how bad am I!) and I approach him and him only. Not the girl. Him. I hear Kiibot follow joyfully, obliviously behind. And I hatch another glorious prank, this time targetting hot topic guy. Seductively, I lean into him, getting just a few inches too close to his face. "And what might your name be?~" I breathe in the most sexual tone possible while pinning him against the wall. His cute face is immediatel- wait. Cute? Oh HELL no. His ugly stupid face that I definitely do NOT find adorable shrinks up against the wall immediately, with the rest of his body, and he mumbles "S..Shuichi.. Sai.. Saihar..a?" So I take 3 steps back away from him joyfully and laugh. "Nishishi~ I got you real good, didn't I, Saihara-chan?" I add a more questioning tone when I say his name as if to ensure that I'm right. He nods, but I noticed that when I laughed an expression of recognition seemed to dawn on his face- damn, am I good at facial expressions or what!
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sorry this was so short l m a o
lets see how this goes, im curious as to how many reads i can get~
cya whenever i feel like updating this~
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