If you're not going to show yourself, I'll make myself comfortable.
[ Gojou opens every single door-like thing (the wardrobe, the dresser, etc.) to see if there are items that are useful for him to loot. People be stealing knives, scalpels, and fake swords... So might as well?? ]
[nope, just a bible and some pencils, and a notepad. if he looks closely at the notepad he'll see that it's indented, kind of? like someone was writing on it and tore the top page off.
when he looks under the bed, a pair of bright yellow eyes are staring back at him.]
[ He stares back with his bright blue eyes for a second. ]
Okay, I'll get back to you.
[ He stands back up because he wants to see if he can use the pencil and shade over the paper on the notepad, see if the indents are deep enough to read. ]
[ Him, wondering: what are the chances that I'm actually after whoever's the recipient of "you're next" versus actually being next? Mm. He will also... take a pencil. ]
Let me check this bible, then take one more look around, and I'll be done.
[ He takes a quick look around the room as he picks up the bible, then flips through it to see if he finds anything strange. ]
the bible seems pretty normal. maybe a bit beat up, but it's just a bible. also, something just takes a big old chomp out of his ankle while he's standing around.]
Hey! Didn't I say I'll get back to you after this?
[ He legit just throws the bible down wherever the source of the chomp is. THE POWER OF CHRIST COMPELS YOU, DEMON. FREE HIM, so he can leave the room cause there's nothing else. ]
except there are only three other doors (labeled 301, 302, 303) that he can see from where he's standing. there's also an elevator at the end of the hallway. the hallway is quiet.]
[ How many non-sexy bites will he accumulate... He checks his ankle for the mark to see if he can recognize the teeth patterns, but in the end shrugging. Nothing he can do right now. ]
Hellooooo...!
[ Curious if the hallway echoes! His rational mind says he should just go to the elevator and leave cause a hotel usually has identical rooms, but...
[it looks like... human teeth. but like, weird, because it's just super uniform and there's no variation, it's just like very straight human teeth marks.
the hallway does, in fact, echo. his voice comes back to him, and there's a rustling sound down by the elevator.
when he opens the door, the room is completely destroyed. the mirror lays shattered across the floor, the dresser is splinters. the bed is cleaved completely in half. and in the middle of the room stands a man, hands in his pockets, staring up at the ceiling.]
[ Ah. He feels something, but reflexes tell him to shut the fucking door, so he does. Last time he had a moment for this man, he got heckin' bamboozled.
[the door opens again on the black-haired young man. he is looking right at gojou this time.]
Satoru.
[it sounds just like him. it sounds just like him, but it's not, is it? a smile comes to the young man's face.]
It's just that, in a world like this, I can't laugh from the heart at all.
[the image of the young man flickers and distorts. a split circles the circumference of his forehead from temple to temple, and then the skin splits away, and it slowly starts to open. there is a sharp flash of purple, an orb of it that grows and grows the size of the room before it winks out by collapsing in on itself. it leaves behind a shallow crater that covers everything from floor, to walls, to ceiling, dodging any furniture.
[ Damnit... He wanted to walk into this room, grab the illusion by the collar, and threaten whoever's doing this to come out so he can kill them. How dare they—use his face. His voice. It even said his name, just like he did. That same exact line.
Maybe he should look around in the room, check the crater, the furniture, but his heart sinks as he remembers that man.
He slams the door so hard that a regular one would fly off its hinges. Deep breaths.
the alleyway is empty. quiet. but there's... guilt, here? or sadness. a lingering, painful sense of loss. we were friends once. but i can't let you do this and you won't listen, so it has to be done. there's no other choice.
right? there was no other choice.
something silver glitters at the end of the alleyway.]
[every step he takes feels a little heavier, and a little heavier. the weight of what he had to do, of years of history gone - whether he felt guilt or not, he feels it now. it burns in his chest and behind his eyes. it's the sense of turning to joke with someone who isn't there anymore, forgetting briefly that they're gone.
there is a small, silver pocket watch at the end of the alleyway.]
[ It’s a familiar feeling, but he wonders if this is how heavy it felt back then, on that day—it was the holidays, wasn’t it? Civilians were preparing to celebrate with their loved ones, but that day he was here.
Every year, he visited this alleyway.
The loss feels like it can engulf him, but he forces himself to move. He forces himself to pick up the pocket watch and open it just for some fake sense of time. ]
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If you're not going to show yourself, I'll make myself comfortable.
[ Gojou opens every single door-like thing (the wardrobe, the dresser, etc.) to see if there are items that are useful for him to loot. People be stealing knives, scalpels, and fake swords... So might as well?? ]
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when he looks in the wardrobe, he finds some jumper cables. you know, for when you need to add some flair to your outfit.]
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If there's nothing else in the little cabinets, he checks to see if there's anything in plain sight on tables and stuff. What about under the bed? ]
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when he looks under the bed, a pair of bright yellow eyes are staring back at him.]
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[ He stares back with his bright blue eyes for a second. ]
Okay, I'll get back to you.
[ He stands back up because he wants to see if he can use the pencil and shade over the paper on the notepad, see if the indents are deep enough to read. ]
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anyway, he shades over the paper! the words that someone wrote on the paper before ripping the top page off are you're next.]
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Let me check this bible, then take one more look around, and I'll be done.
[ He takes a quick look around the room as he picks up the bible, then flips through it to see if he finds anything strange. ]
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the bible seems pretty normal. maybe a bit beat up, but it's just a bible. also, something just takes a big old chomp out of his ankle while he's standing around.]
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[ He legit just throws the bible down wherever the source of the chomp is. THE POWER OF CHRIST COMPELS YOU, DEMON. FREE HIM, so he can leave the room cause there's nothing else. ]
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he leaves the room to find a hallway!
except there are only three other doors (labeled 301, 302, 303) that he can see from where he's standing. there's also an elevator at the end of the hallway. the hallway is quiet.]
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Hellooooo...!
[ Curious if the hallway echoes! His rational mind says he should just go to the elevator and leave cause a hotel usually has identical rooms, but...
He will check one door as a treat. Room 302! ]
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the hallway does, in fact, echo. his voice comes back to him, and there's a rustling sound down by the elevator.
when he opens the door, the room is completely destroyed. the mirror lays shattered across the floor, the dresser is splinters. the bed is cleaved completely in half. and in the middle of the room stands a man, hands in his pockets, staring up at the ceiling.]
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Other door: 301. ]
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but the door is closed! time for door 301!
he opens the door to an alleyway. a familiar one, in the suburbs outside a familiar school.]
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He closes this one to open 302 again. ]
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Satoru.
[it sounds just like him. it sounds just like him, but it's not, is it? a smile comes to the young man's face.]
It's just that, in a world like this, I can't laugh from the heart at all.
[the image of the young man flickers and distorts. a split circles the circumference of his forehead from temple to temple, and then the skin splits away, and it slowly starts to open. there is a sharp flash of purple, an orb of it that grows and grows the size of the room before it winks out by collapsing in on itself. it leaves behind a shallow crater that covers everything from floor, to walls, to ceiling, dodging any furniture.
the young man is gone.]
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Maybe he should look around in the room, check the crater, the furniture, but his heart sinks as he remembers that man.
He slams the door so hard that a regular one would fly off its hinges. Deep breaths.
Back to door 301. ]
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room 301 is still that long alleyway! does he head in?]
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I'm hooooome.
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the alleyway is empty. quiet. but there's... guilt, here? or sadness. a lingering, painful sense of loss. we were friends once. but i can't let you do this and you won't listen, so it has to be done. there's no other choice.
right? there was no other choice.
something silver glitters at the end of the alleyway.]
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If this is another experiment, this is awful. I got bitten earlier.
[ He turns to look at the silver flicker, hesitant, but he knows he has to follow. So he does. ]
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there is a small, silver pocket watch at the end of the alleyway.]
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Every year, he visited this alleyway.
The loss feels like it can engulf him, but he forces himself to move. He forces himself to pick up the pocket watch and open it just for some fake sense of time. ]
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the feeling persists, but the silence remains. it's lonely, here.]
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