Pixelated Horror Game

Arata had just been wandering from room to room, trying to get acquainted with everyone, when he had been stopped by one of the students that he hadn’t talked to yet. He could tell that they were having a difficult time finding all their words, so Arata smiled and waited for them to get all their thoughts out before he said anything. But unfortunately they didn’t seem to be able to finish their thought, which is where Arata decided to chime in.

“Yeah, I think I know what you mean, it definitely has a feeling of…”

“…kgh, luxury?” He said, pointing at the other’s sweater. Arata tried to hold back laughter, not being able to resist he opportunity of that.

“…”

“Ahh, jeez… now I feel stupid. Luxury. It’s so luxury. How’d I manage to forget that!?”

Claude rubbed the back of their head sheepishly, embarrassed for a moment. But when they saw the other’s polite attempt to contain their laughter, they couldn’t help but laugh in turn, giggling at their own mistake. It was kind of funny.

“Nah, don’t worry about it. It makes sense if you don’t know the language yet fully.”

“But, you really aren’t from around here? Wow, it really kind of mind-blowing that people from around the world get scouted by Hope’s Peak-”

“!! Oh, duh, I haven’t even said who I am yet!”

With the sudden knowledge of the game room, Arata knew what his first destination would be. Granted, he was more of a gamer in the video game spectrum, but this would be fun regardless. He stepped in and his attention was immediately caught by someone setting up the billiards table to be played. Well this wouldn’t be a hard decision, would it?

“Hey, billiards! Mind if I join? I’m kinda good at this actually.” Arata asked excitedly as he reached for one of the cues, which were only about two inches shorter than him, an amusing sight surely.

It wasn’t too long before someone else had stepped in and made it known. Terje took the first shot before spinning to face the newcomer. He was… So much shorter than Terje. He may end up hurting his neck trying to look at this kid. He probably shouldn’t have been judging too harshly. Maybe he’d hurt his neck by looking up at Terje.

“Not gonna stop you,” he responded and took a step back. “Take the first shot.”

“Woah!” He quickly pulled back the cue so not to accidentally hit any of the billiards. “...”

“Yeah, there ya go!” Arata cheered on, still hoping that James knew he was trying to talk down to him.

“But yeah, don’t worry, this isn’t an easy game. I’m not the best at it either.” He says as he readies another dart. “It does help that I work with grid paper a lot, so I can just imagine the lines on the board and-” He throws the dart, but manage to nick the dart that Arata had already threw and knocks them both off of the board.

Arata was just on his way out from the game room and heading somewhere else, when he happens to pass by one of the other guests and stopped dead in his tracks. He stared at him for half a second, the timing of all of this on top of his slightly robotic voice made Arata almost confuse him for one of those motion activated Halloween decorations.

“Um.. are you sure about that? You didn’t really sound all that confident about it.”

Itami twisted his body to look down at Arata and twisted his face into a frown.

Huh? How do I sound…Confident?

“Huh? Oh, um, well...”

Arata wasn’t entirely sure at first how to respond to that question. How to sound confident? It felt like something that shouldn’t need to be explained, one of those instinctive emotions you just sort of know what it is.

“Well, you had the small of a confident person but, not really the right tone of voice. No offense but, it kinda sounded like you were talking in your sleep..”

“Usually people sound more, y’know, a bit louder, not really commanding but, in control of what’s going on around you. Something like..”

Well here Itami was, standing among a bunch of people he didn’t know, in a place he didn’t know, far from the only place and people that he did know. It was a very big change for him and yet he wanted to say this was nice, a cool change of scenery. Yes that’s what he was thinking one would be like in such a moment…because truth be told Itami really had no true feelings about being here…just what he assumed he was meant to feel.

Haha Yes, I am having a good time.

Arata was just on his way out from the game room and heading somewhere else, when he happens to pass by one of the other guests and stopped dead in his tracks. He stared at him for half a second, the timing of all of this on top of his slightly robotic voice made Arata almost confuse him for one of those motion activated Halloween decorations.

When the theatrics ended and people began to mill around at their leisure, Claude wandered, humming a rhythm-less melody, around the main hall. The building was impressively styled, and although it could use a little dusting in some corners, it certainly didn’t take from the je ne sais quoi of the place. The building had a quiet grandness and dignity to it. It gave Claude the feeling that they were somehow too unworthy to be allowed to be here, at such a party in such a location with such people.

Claude wasn’t exactly as important as anyone else here… so maybe the “unworthy” part was true. But that wasn’t going to hinder them if they could help it! They came here to socialize with these people, and just because they were all talented and Claude wasn’t, didn’t mean they’d be deterred!

(Unless nobody wanted to talk…)

“🎵 Hey-you! 🎵 How’re you doing!” With a musical lilt, Claude greeted the first classmate they came across that wasn’t overly busy looking. “Cool place, right? Don’t think I’ve ever been anywhere like this before. Makes me feel like I’m not even allowed to be here, it’s so… so, uhh…”

“Yeah, I think I know what you mean, it definitely has a feeling of...”

On receiving an invitation, Terje hated the idea of going to a party with people he had yet to meet. What was he going to do there? Pretend to have a good time? Pretending was the least he could do, which required effort. Not something he wanted to have to worry about at a party, of all places.

Despite this, the pressure from family to “meet new people” pushed him into attending.

He spoke to nobody while outside. His eyes were fixed onto several people at a time and switched every so often. The most he could say was that this definitely was a bit of a crowd. Not in size, but in diversity. Perhaps a shove out of his comfort zone was needed, but not something he wanted.

And then they were let inside to begin with the festivities. He payed absolutely no attention to what their host had said other than pointing out the map. Before he knew it, she was gone and they were left to do what they wanted with what they were given.

Yeezy had attended the party in hopes of some ‘grand rave’ or something generally ‘hyped up’ or whatever was along those lines; upon seeing the venue, he knew this was gonna be that kind of party, unfortunately. he sighs, so much for crowd surfing. nevertheless, Yeezy was already here, and he was not up for the idea of wasting his time nor was he with the idea of paying for another uber this early since he already canceled two other events just to attend this party He just got here!. He’s gotta admit though, the host had quite a fancy entrance albeit an unprofessional exit, sadly.  “What kinda host starts a party without everything ready and just leaves their guests?” he mutters to himself. he seemed to be upset that the event was looking like, well, looking like a haphazardly set up disaster. That of which he wasn’t a fan of. In an attempt to make the most out of his predicament, Yeezy makes his way to the map in order to figure out just what he’s dealing with in this venue. He sees a dining room, kitchen, bathroom, game room– a game room! perfect! Yeezy loved games! Yeezy cheerfully decides to head for the game room. The map did have a dartboard symbol on it, at least, that’s what it looked like. Yeezy wasn’t the best at darts but he took this opportunity to maybe boost his dart throwing skills. as he made his way to the game room, he notices everyone else scattering like a bunch of ants. he wondered how everyone else is deciding to spend their time. He stands before the menacing dartboard and stares at it, picks up one of the darts and investigates, it’s standard dart set. nothing out of the ordinary. it would be perfect for, well, playing a game of darts. what else would you use these for? he takes a deep breath and a step forward. Aiming for the bullseye, and throwing the dart.

The dart dramatically flies through the air, the projectile cutting through the wind. truly a marvelous sight, there was no way Yeezy could miss the target! this was his calling, none of that hypebeast shit. what he was meant to be was a dart-thrower all along!

it hits the wall.

“Um... I’m pretty sure it’s impossible to rig a dartboard without it being blatantly obvious.” With that, Arata walked over and took a dart of his own, aiming it at the board.

“I mean, unless that magnetized the tip of these things so they’d be attracted to the metal supporting of the wall..” He threw it, and the dart zips to the board, lodging into the 17 spot about an inch and a half away from the middle ring.

“Or not.”