GRAVEYARD ✨

[probe]

POPULATION: GHOST TOWN

You die - and then you wake up.

For a second, it feels as though you can't breathe, and then your head breaks the surface. You crawl out of a pool of blood and into a large, crystalline room. Moving images play across the crystal walls, and if you watch close enough, you'll realize that you're seeing the land of the living; a familiar space station with familiar faces. You can watch these images for as long as you'd like - there are several very large benches (as in, you have to climb them to sit on them) around the room for you to rest on while you do.

Regardless of how you died, it seems as though you're not quite gone completely. You're in one piece, at least. That's good news. However, your surroundings are not exactly what you remember.

When you exit the first room, a bleak, empty city sprawls out ahead of you.

The city itself is large. The framework of it seems to tower higher and higher than you can see, up into the black opal sky that shivers and curls every so often. A river entirely made of blood runs through the city, winding around buildings and ending at the crystal room. The most noticeable thing about the buildings themselves is the fact that thorny vines made of pure white steel dig into the walls and floor, cracking the foundations.

The residential building is worn down and old. It's two floors, and has a few small studio apartments built for one or two people to live in. The beds are extremely uncomfortable. It has a communal area downstairs, but the TV is broken, and the couches are torn apart. Sometimes, this building feels obscenely hot in temperature, and smells like rotten eggs.

The grocery store is your typical convenience store. There's a large selection of food in this area, but it all tastes the same - like chalk. On top of this, every so often there will be bloodstains on the walls, the floor, and the displays. They change in size and location, each time you enter the store.

The clothing store is thrifty in nature. All the clothes here are uncomfortable and scratchy, and don't fit quite right. While you're here, time feels... weird. Distorted, almost dreamy. As you're picking out clothes and trying them on (no money needed, just take what you want), you swear you can hear a gunshot in the distance.

Enjoy your time in this city, and remember...your story isn't quite over yet.

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Comments

[holeful]

Mm. At the end of last week when I got here, I saw some of Grell's memories.

[housewolf]

Oh.

... So this is just... more despair?

[holeful]

[He shrugs halfheartedly.]

I don't know. Mr Vlad and Luca don't seem more depressed, but Steven does.

[housewolf]

Steven's aligned to Despair.

[holeful]

Well he seemed more than usual.


Maybe people are feeling their sin more this week? We were feeling more envy than usual, too...

[housewolf]

Yeah. Over on the living side too.

... A little more pride for me, sometimes?

[holeful]

[He's quiet for a long moment.]

Maybe we're feeling others sins we're also inclined to?

[housewolf]

... Man.

I don't like this.

[holeful]

Well.... if it's an effect then at least it should be over tomorrow?

[housewolf]

It's gonna get replaced by something else, you know.

[Please don't be worse.]

[holeful]

Mm... but this one is my least favorite so far.

[Last week a bunch of people found out you're a serial killer because of memshare????]

[housewolf]

... Not the one where we were leaking memories everywhere?

[holeful]

Well... it's not like I was caught because of them. And even though it was stressful... Only Mineo really got mad at me.

It felt nice for people to see what kind of person I was and not look away in disgust.

[housewolf]

[He reaches out from where he's sitting on the floor.

Pat pat.]

I still don't understand you at all.

[holeful]

[He makes a contented noise when patted. It reminds him of lying in bed with Gojou.]

... You saying that makes me sad.

[housewolf]

[Satoru...]

It's okay. Nobody ever really understands everything about each other.

[holeful]

No, but there's a big gap between "everything" and "not at all," Omi...

[housewolf]

It's more like... the hole drilling that I don't get.

Other than that, I think you're fine.

[Pet pet.]

[holeful]

I thought I told you why I did that, though?

[Yessss more pets.]

[housewolf]

[This is... oddly soothing? He continues petting his big, sad serial killer friend.]

Yeah. I just can't understand that part of you.

[holeful]

[Technically compared to Omi he's not big at all.]

Was my explanation not clear?

[housewolf]

The part about needing to drill other people?

Ah, but you're not doing that anymore, right?

[Pet...pet...]

[holeful]

Oh, that. Aah, I mean like I said, I thought it could help them the way it helped me... But at the same time, it also felt like I couldn't stop, really. Like it was a compulsion.

So I suppose in a way I don't fully understand it either.

But I do still think holes can help. But maybe only if you want it to. Miss Hondomachi survived after she forced me to drill her head, after all...

[housewolf]

She forced you to?

[What. How much context was he missing there?]

[holeful]

Aah. I mean, I was planning to, but then she pushed her head onto the drill before I could actually... it was part of her plan to catch me.

In any case, it's thanks to her I realized what I really wanted to see.