[ 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. ]
[ Hmm. It’s not like he isn’t used to that feeling, but coming to the stupid station has changed that. Now it feels... Awful, but digestible. As long as he doesn’t need to see that man again. ]
This isn’t too bad, actually.
[ He plays with the pocket watch, popping it open and closed, before he takes another look around.
[as he plays with the pocket watch, he gets the sense that it's very important to someone.
he can try, but the road up to it feels like it goes on forever! it just never seems like he's getting any close to the school itself, and the scenery doesn't change.
however, if he turns around at any point he finds a very study iron pipe resting against the wall.]
Gojou takes this iron pipe with him and decides to retrace his footsteps back to that alleyway.
Maybe linger in that spot for a bit because... He’s alone, no one will walk in on him, no one can question him, and he can reminisce a bit like he does every year. Will anything chomp his ankles I swear— ]
Anyway, he turns when he hears someone’s voice and tries to strain his ears. It sounds like it’s time to go before the feeling crushes and suffocated him, but he turns back... ]
I miss you.
[ It’s said to no one, he knows that. Gojou exits the room and closes the door politely this time. ]
the corpses are probably pretty familiar. kind of. they're distorted, and their faces are... overgrown, extended in a disgusting sort of way, like something pumped a lot of air into them and then left them like that. in fact, the only recognizable features that are left are the hair colors - black, red, and pink.]
[ These are... Supposed to be his students, aren’t they. For a moment, he feels his heart stop because there’s a creeping doubt that weasels into him. Before he arrived here, he was trapped—he doesn’t know what happened to them and won’t know.
He has so much faith, so much trust that they can hold their own, but they’re still just kids. He laughs a bit, anyway. ]
This is almost evil.
[ He knows they’re illusions, but he’s a lot more careful with them now... He gently shifts them aside to see if the pile is hiding anything. ]
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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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This isn’t too bad, actually.
[ He plays with the pocket watch, popping it open and closed, before he takes another look around.
Is he allowed to explore? To go to the school? ]
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he can try, but the road up to it feels like it goes on forever! it just never seems like he's getting any close to the school itself, and the scenery doesn't change.
however, if he turns around at any point he finds a very study iron pipe resting against the wall.]
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Well.
Can he have this pipe? He takes the pipe? And will keep the pocket watch safe in his pocket for now. This pipe is his company now. ]
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Gojou takes this iron pipe with him and decides to retrace his footsteps back to that alleyway.
Maybe linger in that spot for a bit because... He’s alone, no one will walk in on him, no one can question him, and he can reminisce a bit like he does every year. Will anything chomp his ankles I swear— ]
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but nah, he can linger and be sad for a while.
he does, very faintly, hear some shouting from outside the - room? room. male voice, slightly irish.]
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Anyway, he turns when he hears someone’s voice and tries to strain his ears. It sounds like it’s time to go before the feeling crushes and suffocated him, but he turns back... ]
I miss you.
[ It’s said to no one, he knows that. Gojou exits the room and closes the door politely this time. ]
Hello?!
[ ??? VOICE? DEMON? SPEAK BACK TO HIM? ]
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the door closes behind him, and - there's silence. the hallway is empty!]
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Aw. He was hoping someone would respond, but it’s nice to be able to breathe again. Also, feels lighter! ]
Well, I might as well loot this room now that I feel better!
[ Back to room 302 I’m so sorry he’s so flippant he’s so happy about the iron pipe that the allure of useful items drives him back in. ]
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this time, when he enters, the room is in tatters. it looks like a wrecking ball came through and just pulverized everything.
in the middle of the room is a pile of corpses! haha.]
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Also, what the fuck up with these rooms is a thought, but eh.
He might even check under the corpses, too. Haha! ]
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the corpses are probably pretty familiar. kind of. they're distorted, and their faces are... overgrown, extended in a disgusting sort of way, like something pumped a lot of air into them and then left them like that. in fact, the only recognizable features that are left are the hair colors - black, red, and pink.]
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He has so much faith, so much trust that they can hold their own, but they’re still just kids. He laughs a bit, anyway. ]
This is almost evil.
[ He knows they’re illusions, but he’s a lot more careful with them now... He gently shifts them aside to see if the pile is hiding anything. ]
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