nagito komaeda (on the nintendo ds) x redacted

trick or trick

Redacted let herself be aggressively dragged by the arm, tiredly following her friends who all decided that trick or treating was more important than not letting your legs break from walking. She'd check her watch to see how long she had been subjecting to this for, but she didn't have one. Stealing a glance at her friend's watch, she noticed how late it was. Just seeing the time almost made a good enough argument for her to drop dead where she stood.

It's already 10:30. Who the hell let me out this late...?

At this point in the day, the efforts to socialise were reduced to listening to her friend's conversation amongst each other, often inputting the comedic relief that she found easy, especially when compared to actually talking to someone. If she was honest, there was something else on her mind. The entire day, she had felt as if she'd forgotten something- like an itching feeling in the back of her mind that wouldn't quite go away no matter how hard she tried. Earlier on in the day she decided that it was probably nothing though, making no extra effort to think about what it could be. It was just kind of irritating at worst, anyway.

  Her friends had reached another door. Exclaiming "Trick or treat!" as happily as one could while incredibly tired, she took a look at the person who was handing out the candy. She looked like a maid. Taking a look at the house, she realised that it was quite big as well, explaining the existence of a maid, at least economically. She was given a large handful of what looked to be quite an expensive candy, gratefully pocketed it and continued walking with her friends, listening in to their conversation.

"I knew coming to the rich neighbourhoods was a good idea- look at how big these candy bars are," one friend proudly commented. If Redacted had a choice, she would pick smaller candies and getting home quicker over larger candies and having to experience the torture of her legs basically falling apart- but to each their own. "and after we get to Hope's Peak, our bags will be full!"

  The mention of Hope's Peak grabbed Redacted's attention immediately.

"Hope's Peak? Why're we heading there?" Redacted hoped she asked this in a cool, relaxed, not-at-all-bothered, wow-redacted-you're-so-great tone, but for some reason she doubted this was the case.

"Did you not hear us talking earlier? Hope's Peak is hosting an event- they're basically holding a party- and up the front there's sweets being handed out! Don't worry, it's right around the corner."

  Oh.

  If Redacted were able to use emoji's outside of messages, she'd use around 7 pin emojis. It would definitely convey the hostility she was feeling that didn't have any source at the moment. Then it hit her. She didn't know that sudden realisation could come packaged with extra anger and a lot more panic, but this time it did.

  ...Shit. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfu-

  There was good news and bad news. Good news! She figured out what she was forgetting. Comparably worse news! She wish she didn't. That message she had gotten a few weeks ago- it had told her to be at the exact coordinates that she was heading to right now, and it seemed like she was going to be right on time. This would be great if she had wanted to go. Unfortunately for her, this wasn't the case.

  Dumbfounded- and honestly quite irritated- by how neatly things had worked out very much not in her favour, she let herself be dragged by the arm to the front of Hope's Peak. She attempted to console herself with thoughts such as Don't worry Redacted, you're too cool to be kidnapped while her friends ran to the candy. She hoped that they would get the candy and leave, but one of her friends had the bright idea to strike up a conversation with one of the people handing out candy. She crossed her arms, looking around for a place she could go hide if the need arose.

  ...Fuck there he is-

  She made eye contact with the very last person she wanted to see. Said person gave a warm smile and began to walk up to her, as if he was completely blind to the fact that Redacted was very clearly scowling at him.

"Redacted! I didn't think someone like you would take the time to come, but i'm glad you're here!"

  Is that an insult?

  The person extended their hand, and Redacted reluctantly shook it.

"Hey, Nagito," Mustering up the most cheerful voice she could possibly portray, she smiled. "uh... why did... you ask me to come here?"

  There's still the possibility that that message wasn't from him, but who cares at this point. I just hope this is a dream.

  Nagito's smile shifted to what was almost a smirk. She scrunched her nose at it, before regaining her composure.

"Don't worry, i'll explain everything very soon," he paused for slightly too long, taking the time to drive Redacted insane. "hey, how about you stay for a while? I'll let you know about everything that's going on."