2 years. It's been 2 years since the last killing game. Junko's AI was destroyed, but that won't stop someone else from taking her spot. With a traitor in the mist, who can they trust? Whos going to die? Who's going to live? Find out!
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"Any more questions from the crowd? You, in the grey there!" She points to Mizuki. Mizuki turns to her sister who shrugs at her before pointing to herself speaking. "Me..?" She asks, pointing to herself. "Yes you; Mizuki Nakahara, 16 years of age, 5 foot 1.27 inches," she continued to quickly list info about Mizuki. The food she likes, her favourite colour, what school she went to, all of it! I turned to look at Mizuki and she stood there in shock. "Your year three crush was-" "Stop it." Natsuki breaks her off. "Awww~ okay! So, what was the question you wanted to ask me?" "How does this killing game work?" "Simple! One of you kill another person here, any way you want really. Stabbing, drowning, blunt force trauma, burning, boiling, decapitating-" "Please get to the point." Reika blinked. "Rite you are ma'am! So you kill someone then when three people see the corpse we hold an investigation, then a class trial! In that trial, the innocent and the blackened will battle it out to deduce who the true culprit is! After I get bored, or you decide on who to vote for whatever comes first really- we'll hold a majority vote on who the killer is! If you choose the right one, only the blackened will be executed. But if you choose the dreadfully wrong one... kekeke... everyone besides the blackened will be killed and the murderer them self will escape!" My breath hitched. All of our lives depend on a single vote..? If we get it wrong... we all die? I frowned. "Did I explain well enough?" Monomia smirks. She gets a shaky nod from everyone in the room. "Iryō," Zino taps my shoulder. "What is it?" I whisper back. "N-No one... no one is gonna kill anyone, right..?" He looks at me with uncertainty. "No. I refuse to let that happen." "T-thank you, Iryō." I smile at the sweet male.
"I have a question." Reika puts her hand up. "Speak, pheasant." Monomia puts on a posh accent and places her hands on Tsu.
"Is there a limit on how many people you can kill?" "Why would you even want to know that..?" Kanna questioned. "You plan to be the first blackened?" She had a threatening aura around her. "No. I just wanted to know so that if someone *does* end up doing a stabby, I know how many bodies to expect." She smiled before muttering something and placing her hands on her hips. Weird girl. "Now now, lets not argue~ we're all friends here, riiiight? To answer your question, no more than three people can die at a time."
"Hey, hey, I got one." Joe jumped. "Haaaai~?" "Can I snatch me a slice of dat ass tho?"
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(There ya go, you simps. Blushy Monomia. I like it but I also don't. I didn't shade it either.)
"I- ah...." Monomia stuttered before running up to now and karate chopping his head. "N-New rule! No flirting with me!"
(I started an art but I have art block so I can't finish it right now. I'll upload it later.)
"C'mon cutie, you wouldn't really trap us here, right~?" Joe cooed. "I mean, how could you resist a snacc like mysel-" Monomia bitch slapped him before he could finish. Strange man. "Like it rough, I see. That's fine~ just let me lead!!" Joe stick out his tongue. She blinked with a frown.
