Objectronpa! The upmost tragedy.

First class trial - Chapter 1I

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We walked silently, as a group, through the hallway that led us to the "court room"

It made me feel so sick.. just.. doing this.. it seemed so fast, we had no time to mourn our dead friend.. we had just been chucked into this abyss of sadness and... dread..

Strawberry the Ultimate Nurse was.. dead. She was gone, she wasn't coming back.. she had just been.. wiped away, swept from the surface of existence..

She only existed as a corpse.. once so lively.. reduced to.. nothing. Just nothing..

I wiped my eyes, taking deep quiet breaths. Nobody else was really saying anything.. all of this was.. just extremely traumatic.. I didn't know what to say..

Or how to act.. or .. .

I hated Record. I hated whoever set this up, whoever was making us do this. Why??? What good would it do??? What kind of satisfaction are they even getting out of this?!

I know it wasn't.. well.. kinda wasn't.. the killers fault. One of us were .. bound to do it, and they were the unlucky one who did..

I.. just.. why her.. why did she have to go..

".. I'm nervous.." Keychain softly whispered to me, me looking down.. "I-I know.."

"I.. I'm scared..what if we can't find out who it is-? We're.. gonna die.." he said shakily. I looked away ".. Hopefully that won't happen.."

He shook his head ".. W-we hardly have any evidence.. the only evidence we do have points to .. y'know.." he mumbled. I looked up to where he was signalling. It was Sd Card, who was being pushed in the wheelchair by Cf.

".. Right.." At least now we could ask him questions, I know he wasn't willing to die, so he better speak up.

But.. if he didn't, then...

Oh, I don't know.. I don't know how to handle this.. and I doubt nobody else does either..

Maybe Strawberry being.. you know.. was a good thing.. she was put out of her misery, not having to suffer through this..

But.. she probably died in pain.. and maybe she would've had a chance of survival..

But after this, I don't know who would want to have a chance of survival...after so or so deaths.. I don't even know how I'll be able to handle all of it..

If there will be anymore deaths.. that is.. unless.. we don't.. die here, in this .. "trial"

I shivered, watching as we approached the room slowly. Chainsaw was in front, pushing it open slowly. We all walked inside one by one, gazing around the room

It was fairly small room, a circle of podiums were in the centre. I didn't like where this was going, following in line behind Keychain

Record was there, smiling in a chair that was above us all by the side of the room, so he could look down on us, his staff in his hand, watching us.

We were heading to the podiums, and getting behind them one by one. There was enough for all of us, and... for Strawberrys one..

She had her face framed, and on it her face was crossed out, with two pink drawn medical needles creating the x. It made me feel sick, like she had.. just been crossed off like nothing, like she was just temporarily gone, marked off.

As soon as we were all at a podium, he began to speak..

"So, you will argue together as a group and present your evidence accordingly, got it my friendly fellows?" He swung his stick around, grinning