#astralchfour

After the initial shock of Lukas’ actions wore off -it had been awful to hear the order he had completed his actions- yet still Shinju was thankful, since he had, indeed, saved them all. Of course, Miwa had made an unwilling sacrifice, but after a moments thought, she should have been thankful to her, too.

How gruesome to think about.

Regardless, the boy had even wished an execution on himself, and it was something Shinju valued him for, but there was just a faint lingering thought of how it would have been better for him to live, still. In all of this despair, Shinju felt rather calm, a strange stillness coming over her once again as she pressed her lips into a tight line, gripping the wheels of her wheelchair.

She could not bear to watch his execution, averting her gaze, looking over the faces of the remaining students, their numbers ever dwindling. How far would the game continue? As she had said, she should’ve been more alert to the situation, and she was going to make something about it, would the others follow her advice or not.

Masayoshi’s outburst after the execution was surprising, but it was no use replying to him, seeing as he fainted, and Shinju had waited for the others to speak up before she herself said anything. Shinju most definitely did not agree with the inventor. “Do you not think us all knowing each other better could have hindered Monokuma-san's plans, or stopped them completely? Trust is what we should strive for. After all, his plan relies on distrust and despair. Is believing that distrust is the only real option not playing by Monokuma-san's rules?”

The librarian’s gaze softened a bit. “I, at least, have this far thought of you as a rather reliable and a trustworthy classmate, even if we have hardly talked.” She shook her head lightly and moved over to Masayoshi to wake him up with a few soft-spoken words and a poke of her footplate against his arm, but her attempt was mostly in vain.

Looks like no one was coming to assist her. Sighing, she started to move towards the captain’s legs. Pulling them off the ground, she began to attempt to drag him out of the courtroom.

She supposed it was her fault for taking up the task, but moving him to another area was proving to be more difficult than she initally intended. Of course she had to be inspired by the tallest guy there. Of course this guy also had to not be horrendously underweight, making her job more tedious and more difficult.

She just hoped his legs and back were going to be okay after this. Scratch that— add his head in their too. If only she had been born taller and stronger to be able to carry him out with a lot more leisure! Alas, she was cursed with her small frame and her weak condition that forced her to stay inside secluded all the time.

Maybe she should have drinken that milk after all. Darn it!

Making the trek slowly (with a few short rests), she eventually arrived in front of her own dorm room. While she could have left him in the lobby, who knows what danger she could be exposing him to. She could also have tried dropping him in his own room, but she had no plans of entering it nor of searching his body for his ID. As if!

Entering her room, she stepped into the pink, fluffy wonderland filled with feathers, some weird odorless powder, glass shards, and a few old stains. She considered placing him on her bed, but disregarded that thought. Lifting him up was one issue, and any other issue she’d bring up would be horribly offensive to the other. Maybe.

After watching the execution with mild disgust, he breathed in and out a few times, before leaving his podium, and exiting out of the trial room without another word. He proceeded to head on over to the monomachine, and use the coins that he had recently acquired. After all, he used his three coins before.

Unfortunately, this wasn’t what he expected.

WEED

The next best thing. Enough said.

“«What the fuck? The fuck? Is this fuckin’ legal? Well…actually…Maybe I can trade this with someone..Do.»”

That was stupid to say. Especially in English, out of all languages! He mentally cursed to himself as he flickered his gaze over to the other object.

SHIRO LOLITA PARASOL

A white parasol made entirely out of lace. You suspect that it won’t protect you from the sun, yet it’s still very lovely.

"…When am I going to even use this…and the likely person who’d want it is…eurgh. I guess I’ll just hold onto it."

It was honestly…sickening to watch the execution go down. No, he had no idea who this kid was, not at all…but this was just sick. All the executions were just getting worse and worse as this killing game went on. Oh well…it couldn’t be helped. He killed someone, so he was killed in punishment…wasn’t like he could go and stop it.

Maybe now it was time to leave…where to, he had very little idea. He could remember something about a machine…who knows, maybe that could give him something interesting, kill some time. Reluctantly asking the bear about it, he was lead somewhere. I don’t fucking know where. He placed his 5 coins in, all at a time and…well…some of them didn’t interest him at all, mainly the food items…but during his last two turns…

 MAYOI JIMAI DAKIMAKURA

A dakimakura of one of your classmates, posed seductively and barely clothed.

GINJI GOHYAKU DAKIMAKURA

A dakimakura of one of your classmates, posed seductively and barely clothed. 

"W….what the fuck!? The hell are these things!? Shit…why the fuck is there one of Mommy anyway?! You’re fuckin’ disgustin’ you piece of shit bear!"

Well…as much as he was “disgusted” by them, he sure did grab them and take them with him quickly…holding the Ginji one closer. Gross. Gross you fucking piece of shit.

…The execution was… brutal, to say the least.

"Jesus fuck…"

(Don’t pretend it isn’t well-deserved. This is the right kind of justice. That doctor got a taste of his own medicine! He killed brutally and died brutally.)

He couldn’t stop watching. He couldn’t tear his eyes away. It was gruesome. It was brutal. It was horrifyingly disgusting, yet he can’t look away. Ever since the tall man had entered the room, Tyrone had an unsettling feeling. He knew whatever that was going to happen next couldn’t be good and he was right.

"…"

The meteorologist found herself unable to turn away from the execution that played out before her. She closed her eyes, trying her hardest to pretend it wasn’t real; he may have killed someone, but he didn’t deserve this. No one did. In fact, he…he had saved them.

It was too hard to ignore reality anymore—if one person didn’t kill, another would. Regardless of the friendships that had been formed, the relationships founded, and the common ground discovered among them, Monokuma—no, the mastermind—would still find a way to turn an innocent person into a murderer.