[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. ]
[they feel like real bodies - but they don't move. just squelch, terribly, as he moves them. when he gets under the corpses entirely, he finds... table saw blades. huh.
[ It... Shivers? Like he's in someone's stomach? Or this place is alive? That's unsettling, but he—why the fuck are there saw blades under here. He's careful to place them on the side while he fusses with the corpses some more. Just making sure they're settled apart instead of on top of each other like a heap of trash.
When he's done, he picks up the saw blades again and takes one last look around. ]
[the walls just shudder and contract. it's gross looking. but - he puts the corpses aside, gently, and there's a flash of... gratitude, maybe, just for a moment.
[ A Gojou phrase that is awful, but what else can he say??
He gives the corpses a small smile despite their transfigured faces. This shouldn't be an unfamiliar feeling... Despite being strong, if not the strongest, Gojou always ends up feeling powerless because he is just one person.
This must be when he should leave, so he exits the room while spinning the table saw. ]
[ He's laughing... Ah. This is a dilemma. Thinks a bit as he continues to spin the saw. ]
I really want to find who did this so I can get my hands on them, but... Mm. Loud screaming. Nothing so far has gone after my life yet, so they should be fine?
[ ...
Ugh. He goes to the elevator and see if it can go a floor down. ]
the elevator can go a floor down! it has four buttons - floor one, two, three, and four. above him, gojou can hear shrieking, YOURSELF?!! Are you mad?! You think this-- as he steps into the elevator.
if he chooses to go down a floor, elevator music plays cheerfully as the door closes and the screaming cuts off.]
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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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the room around him shivers.]
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When he's done, he picks up the saw blades again and takes one last look around. ]
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and then the room is quiet, and unmoving.]
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[ A Gojou phrase that is awful, but what else can he say??
He gives the corpses a small smile despite their transfigured faces. This shouldn't be an unfamiliar feeling... Despite being strong, if not the strongest, Gojou always ends up feeling powerless because he is just one person.
This must be when he should leave, so he exits the room while spinning the table saw. ]
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[ He's laughing... Ah. This is a dilemma. Thinks a bit as he continues to spin the saw. ]
I really want to find who did this so I can get my hands on them, but... Mm. Loud screaming. Nothing so far has gone after my life yet, so they should be fine?
[ ...
Ugh. He goes to the elevator and see if it can go a floor down. ]
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the elevator can go a floor down! it has four buttons - floor one, two, three, and four. above him, gojou can hear shrieking, YOURSELF?!! Are you mad?! You think this-- as he steps into the elevator.
if he chooses to go down a floor, elevator music plays cheerfully as the door closes and the screaming cuts off.]
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Waits patiently in the elevator, just chilling and leaning against the wall. Yes, he wants to go a floor down.
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