The piece below is in 3rd person but the focus of the parts are asynchronous; changing from Amane to Nene's and vice versa. Amane's parts are written by me, Nene's was another person's; I only sometimes helped them in the occurrences of what they'd write as a next part.
A collaboration/closed roleplay with a friend of mine during early this year, which actually has no account anymore so I can't mention them nor do I know their other social media. Perhaps because our relationship with each other isn't really that great anymore either, but they were a great help to this story.
Salute to you, friend. Please become a better person in the future, your writings are exceptional though your personality and actions made lots of people have distrust toward you.
TRIGGER WARNING:: contains violence, gore, murder.
Plot: @kozue_ren
Tick tock, the beat of the moving clock was what filled the hall. T'was nightfall, tenebrosity was all that surrounded the silent scenery. The halls of the school were quiet, dim lights of lamps were the only light source of the rooms where the students had occupied.
A camping activity was held this day, various activities had been held, from roasting marshmallows inside the school's garden, courage tests and to telling scary stories. Now, the students were exhausted and had fallen asleep, filling in the tranquility of the place, it was the perfect time to strike.
When all is quiet, when all is sleeping soundly, what fun could one do as the clock struck 12 o'clock? why not follow, dance with the devil's mindset and commit enjoyable crimes, for the price of your sanity?
The shadow of a figure stealthy walked towards a dark corner; her once magenta eyes; now red, were shining brightly as a lucid smile was plastered across her face.
The Horror of Insanity
A Demoiselle and the Devil's Conscience, Driven by the thirst for blood.
At the middle of the night where all shut their eyes, where silence eats away at everything, he was said to show himself, a being that none had wanted to see.
He chuckled, nothingness that formed into the shape of the devil. Crimson sharp horns, spiked wings and a matching tail was what decorated the spirit's appearance. His vibrant tangerine orbs locked to the gaze of the female and were shining in the dark; with malicious intent.
"I see you're still awake.." Walking towards the girl, his hands hidden at his back, he peeked interest in her glowing scarlet eyes, it was similar to the color of blood and for him; that was truly lovely. A human being that's still awake at twelve o' clock, seemingly looking for something in the dark hall. Her smile was similar to his; of the devil's.
"Hey, hey, doesn't this darkness make you feel excited?" A curious yet venomous tone in his voice as that question came out from his mouth.
A wicked grin formed on the brunette's lips as he hold on to the chin of the maiden, "When one falls asleep, wouldn't it be best if they meet their end?"
Staring into nothingness with her scarlet orbs, trapped beneath a cloak of despair and anger while the clock ticks on every second that passes, her mind kept on circling on all the insults she gets every single time she tries her best, thinking that it's not her fault why her legs are like this, she never wished to have such gift or rather more than a burden.
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