#camp despair

"..."

You have got to be kidding him. You have got to be fucking kidding him.

Ugh, already he could hear Alistair gloating in his head 'I told you so' or some shit like that. They had little evidence, and somehow they got it right? What the abso-ever-loving-lute fuck?

Luke couldn't give a damn when Kaede fell in, and then came back in some weird outfit that was probably supposed to resemble Monobear or something. He knew he should be angry. Angry that this guy, this guy right here, threw them into this horrible game that made them lose their classmates, people that had better things ahead of them, only for it to be cut short like this.

He could muster no words as Kaede continued to smile at them, like a young prince on the king's throne, as if all was right in the world.

Alexander opened his mouth to call for Kaede, but he had already disappeared.  The boy who stepped out from the passageway was… not Kaede.  Was it?  No, it couldn’t be.  Alex felt like he had fallen from several stories and just impacted the ground as he watched Kaede (his boyfriend, his friend… his boss) emerge before them.  He didn’t want to believe that the one he had fallen for was the one who had done all of this, he wanted to believe anything but this.

The real topper on the cake was Kaede honestly looked hot as hell in his new getup.  But what time was this to be having feelings like these?!  Alex felt his stomach churn.

"Kaede…?"

He gripped at his podium to stay standing.  The chef’s heart pounded against his ribs like the beating of a rock and roll drum, his breath emerging in shaky bursts.  Alexander, you little shit, don’t cry.  You’ve been crying nonstop since—

Alex leaned over his podium, unable to hold back his tears.  His head bowed, and the chef could be visibly shaking.

"I l-loved you," he mumbled lowly.  "I loved y-you, why… why d-did I…"  His shoulders shook softly as he was overcome with silent sobbing.  Why did I think you loved me?  “Why did I k-kill to protect you?!”

Alexander reared up, emerging to his full height and remembering just how much height he did have on his ‘boyfriend.’  Nobody was going to have sympathy for him—for the traitor in their ranks, the one who had been giving his time and information to the body behind this.  But Alex knew that already.

There is a quality of silence as Hana stands at her podium. She didn’t want a mastermind vote. She didn’t want too - she didn’t ever want to ever think of any of her classmates ever being able to organize and cause what happened here at this camp. Especially not someone like Kaede - he was always sweet, and seemed vaguely lost and confused - naive, if you will. Therefor, when Mastermind voting came around, Hana took a breath, closed her eyes, and then smacked her hand against her podium. Who did she vote for - Kaede, herself, someone else-?? She can’t tell, for she immediately opens her eyes and looks away from the podium, stepping out of it.

The pit opens up and drops Kaede into it, and Hana gives a startled cry - mastermind or not, that’s startling, especially, because like everything else in this place, could be deadly. However… the giggling that started? Creeped her right the heck out. Goosebumps crawling across her skin, she starts edging north towards Soumeis’ podium, and away from the throne area, which— which was moving? Hana’s brow furrowed - then her brown eyes widen, both in fear and anger.

Then it hits Hana - who is laughing, who it is standing there in front of them, and whatever bit of her heart that she still hope left in, that hadn’t fallen to despair, just completely dropped into the dark pit in her stomach, and she stares at him for what seems like an exceptionally long time as he confirms that yes, he is the mastermind, and that they’ve done it. They’ve finally resolved this, the mutual killing game, but to what extent? To what /horror/?

"W-why?"

Those are the first words that Hana can get it, and it pains her to say them. Why would anyone subject - she does some mental math in her head, making sure to get the dead kids as well - after all, there’s quite a few of them! She then blinks, rubbing at her face agai- twenty two, maybe twenty three, twenty four kids if she’s maybe forgetting someone to this? This is the biggest question, and even as she asks it, her face falls, mouth curving into a small pout as she manages to choke out the words that burn in her throat.

"I - I mean, it’s — it’s not /fair/, it doesn’t make SENSE - what would drive you, someone so young, with such a future before you, to push everyone into this game? To want us to kill each other, to want us to destroy budding friendships, loves-" And she doesn’t dare look at Alex with that word- "Everyone in this room, everyone that has died, they had someone in here and someone out there in the real world that cared for them!"

At this point, Hana is outright sobbing, and her words are hard to make out.

"Since five minutes ago." The SHSL Rhythmic Gymnast snaps.

Hana scrambles out of Hideo’s empty podium, and turns to look at Sayuri and Alistair. Shaking, Hana backs up a couple of paces past the podiums, then she charges - past Minorus just as empty one, pass the wide-eyed worried Touya, and

straight for Alistair.

Hana just — she’s upset, she’s frustrated, but most of all she’s ANGRY, and Alistair is beating on Sayuri while she’s giving him no fight and the noise of things breaking just make her heart hurt.

Hana is crying the whole time, even as she attempts to bodily slam herself into Alistair and knock him off of Sayuri. She breathes out, sobbing between the words,

"Waaah!"

Seconds after she had shot her gun Sayuri was blasted back a little to do the strength of the blast and her inexperience to holding one. She closed her eyes and hit the podium behind her as she bumped her head right into it!

…Luckily besides for a bump she was doing..alright? Well ether way Sayuri grabbed onto that very same podium and struggled to get her self up. First she just shook her head a little but something caught her eye.

It was a few blood drops on her hand..and then a few on her tights and the bottom of her dress. She began to tremble once again as her eyes gazed upon the body of Touya..a friend..even someone she c-could call close!

"A…A…Ahh.."

 ”Sayuri…” he began breathlessly, dull eyes staring at the screaming petite girl. “… We’ll never escape if you do that.”

"I-I-I…I uh!.."

"What the fuck Sayuri. You just fucking shot Touya in the fucking shoulder. What the fuck."

“I-I swear! I d-didn’t mean to!..”

She began to put her hands over her head as she kept a silent squaky moan to her voice as more tears flew from her face. D-Dear god!..She had become a monster!…E-Even worse then a monster!….Her father. 

As she began to crouch down and cuddle into a corner someone ran at her and pounced her down. Horrifying yet faint yelps and whimpers left Sayuri’s almost dead voice as Alistair began to punch at her already somewhat scary appearance over and over again!