Pretty Odd {Open/Post Motive}
Masaru never really had a strong connection to his family. At least, he never thought he did.
The few days had been anxious for him, sure, but he had felt safe. While, to his despair, he hadn't gotten to meet everyone, he had gotten to see most of their faces. Besides the tight ass with the glasses, they all seemed fairly civil. No, none of them were the type that would kill for the sake of killing, and for that, he was relieved. Running away from the crowd days ago, that was his fear; Sato knew how deranged some students were, and had assumed a blood bath was occurring. And now, days later, this ugly damn bear had brought the same chilling fear back.
His mother was first on the list. Her disgusting, wrinkled face was shown on the screen; her smile one that wiped his off Masaru's face. In the next slide, she was there again, but this time instead of all smiles, she was bruised, bloody, her left eye swelling so much that it couldn't even open, her cheeks reddened from skid marks against concrete. Then, Sato's good friend; his cocky face and flat face greeted the same fate, but this time, both eyes were swelled and gruesome, and his stupid nose had been visibly broken
Watching his mother and flatmate be decimated on the screen sent chills down his spine and a gasp through his throat, sure, and he may have felt his insides churn and buckle, but... to kill? Because of that? That'd just be ridiculous, right..? Besides, if they're already hurt, I can't do anything about that... he reasoned, his arms folding by his chest.
A quick glance at the others in the room made him realize that he was, indeed, the minority. Most of his peers' faces were dead, cold, not appealing at all. Some of their lips quivered grossly, while others took to more disgraceful means, like making their eyes pop out of their sockets and their mouths gape like fish and their hands shake with a sort of fear that Sato didn't get at all. He might not have gotten it, but complacency was always good in dangerous situations, so he painted a look of muted fear on his face.
To his right, a person was turned away from him, face not visible. Being the consoling friend... that gains trust, I think. Sato considered. Plus, being quiet is pretty boring... He inched a bit closer, on the balls of his feet, tapping the shoulder of the person.
"Heeey... are you alright..? Those videos was pre~tty creepy... how'd a weird bear get a hold of that stuff, anyways?"
