#infinitymbion

Avery listened to the announcement with great fear, paying close attention to that naughty bear’s terrible words! While she appreciated the copious presence of bears in his speech, she didn’t much appreciate the very uncopious presence of food in her life! A girl’s gotta eat, doesn’t she? Why couldn’t they have just threatened to kill them all if they didn’t kill? That way they’d still have food. She groaned loudly. This was terrible. Avery always felt like shit when she was hungry, and she had admittedly been gorging herself from stuff in the kitchen. It appeared she’d have to go hungry for awhile... u-unless she killed, that is. No! She can’t think things like that. She wouldn’t kill, no sir. 

As she started to walk out, she noticed Keiko. She was always good at coming up with ideas, so maybe they could work together to think of something. Avery ran as quickly as she could  to meet up with her roommate, slowing down as she neared her. “Hey Keiko! What’s up?” She smiled at her. “I hope you aren’t letting this motive get you down! No rival of mine would let something as weak as this beat her!” She smirked for a moment, before looking at her again. “But what do you think of it? Do you think you’ll be okay?”

Bells rang as yet another day at Hope’s Peak came to a closing. Mika took her time getting out of her seat, delicately placing her books into her bag one by one rather than following behind her fellow classmates in shoving the books into their bags and rushing out of class. Mika and Nashimi planned a tutoring session after school in the library, so Mika took her time. Her heart had already been racing all afternoon long, so running rampant in the halls to hurry to the library would only subject her to more anxiety.

Mika thoroughly enjoyed being around Nashimi. They made her feel sweet and warm and happy. All of these emotions sprouted up not too long ago, so Mika hadn’t much time to consider what she was feeling. Now that she had the chance to talk with Nashimi virtually alone, maybe some answers would be found. Not to mention, Nashimi rarely went to class if they decided to at all. Mika felt inclined to assist them in academics since she found so much ease in studying.

With all of this in mind, Mika finally stood up from her desk, her bag on her back, and walked steadily from the class toward the library. Mika wondered what she’d start with. Maybe mathematics? Or English? No, no, no. The study material was up to Nashimi. They’re the one being tutored. Anxiety and tension were getting the best of her. Mika inhaled deeply, held in the air for a good five seconds and exhaled. The library doors were within sight, and seconds later within reach. Mika grabbed hold of the door handle and opened it, revealing a massive room. Bookshelves lined practically every wall. Tables were placed about the room, allowing for ease when reading. The librarian wasn’t at the front desk at the moment. She was most likely in her office or on a short break. Nonetheless, Mika scouted the room for Nashimi. For some odd reason, their location could not be ascertained.

These last three days were insane. Mika rounded in so many varying emotions and attitudes from her grievances her original personality became absurdly equivocal. What was I like before all of this? Have I always been this mercurial? Is Hachimitsu Mika an annoying whiny brat? Mika pondered her prior composition while cradling in a ball in her bed. The softness of her mattress and the plush fabric making up her blanket reminded her of the warm sensation Nashimi had given her. Melancholic emotions eased from her eyes in the physical manifestation of tears. How Mika missed their warmth. Now all she had was the warmth taken in by the blanket and sheets from her own body.

The day drew on and on endlessly. Every time Mika looked at the time, nothing appeared to change. The clocks froze from her cold emotions, leaving Mika stopped in a single moment. The lack of scenery aided this strange sensation of timelessness. The clocks hands were the only movement in the room. Momo and Ryuu were once again vacant from the dorm, and most likely from the Inn Finity. What happy lives they lived. Together. Not separated by the reality of life and death. Shortly, Mika wished for them to be split between, for some catastrophic event to conjure itself and divide them as Nashimi and Mika had been. Or to the very least how Maverick and Viola were separated. Mika wondered if they met again in the afterlife. Maybe that was her destiny? To leave this world to seek her only love? Mika shook away these thoughts as she sat up in her bed.

The routine of lying down and moping was becoming sad within itself. Mika felt like complete shit, but maybe walking around the inn would cheer her up? To the very least, Mika wished to talk to someone. With that on her mind, Mika walked out of the room immediately. She was wearing some pajama pants and a t-shirt. Her hair was a mess as well, but at this point fashion and decorum were off Mika’s to-do list.

As Mika walked to the elevator to decide where to go, her stomach growled. This was the first time she left her room in the 24 hours, so hunger was expected. The cafeteria it is. Pressing the button to go up to the first door, Mika waited patiently. Before she noticed, the elevator dinged and the doors opened up. Mika instantly walked in the direction of the cafeteria. A ways off from the entrance sat Yukari, alone. Every time Mika entered the cafeteria, it was empty. Mika headed toward Yukari, not really announcing her arrival, save for her footsteps. She sat in front of Yukari and positioned her arm on the table to act as a support for her face. Mika’s face remained a blank, deserted expression.

The time after the trial took a drastic skip for Mika. One moment she was on the floor bawling her eyes out, a moment later she was in her room staring at the teddy bear key chain, and just a moment after that she realized herself crying in the shower. The water was cold, much too similar to Mika’s interior. A freezing vessel cradling herself in the shower as the cold water rains down on her exterior. No reaction took place. No emotions, no movement, not even noise. Mika muted herself, contemplating what was to come next. Mika hurled that to the curb and watched its body limply collide with the pavement. The future lay a broken figure on the side of the road, occasionally ran over by a passing car unconcerned by its demise. Roadkill waiting to decay.

What time was it when Mika finally left the cold shower? When did she dry her hair and put on some clothing from her closet? Time was kicked out of the car, too. Its shirt was caught in the door, making it drag along with the day. Mika looked at her electronic ID. It was 10. That… was a long shower. Mika’s fingers were shriveled  from the water. However, this information meant nothing to Mika now. All that mattered was… Mika glanced at her bed side table and noticed the four monocoins she placed there after the trial. She snagged those golden coins before strutting out of her dorm.

The time between going to the leaving the room and reaching the monomachine stretched on for hours. Every step through the dorm hall lasted a minute. After reaching the elevator and clicking the button to reach  the lounge, the trip which flew by instantaneously before lagged behind for its own duration of time. And finally, the trip from the lounge to the tunnel and from there into the warehouse: Mika could recite with great detail every moment and every step. The actual trip was no less than 10-15 minutes, but time dragged behind on the pavement as the vehicle continued on its trip.

Mika stood in front of the monomachine, intimidated by its structure. She stepped closer. Step by step she neared the object. Once within inches of it, Mika banged on the metallic machine. She pounded and kicked and beat it, yet not a dent impacted the surface. Sounds of rumbling and crashing objects inside were audible. With one final strike, Mika punched the Monobear face on the machine and slid down to the floor.

How many hours passed since the trial ended? What time was it now? Mika rustled around in her bed endlessly curious of such things. Her body, however, refused to comply. Movement became foreign. Some uncharted land Mika had yet to venture. Was this all just a dream? She slept peacefully in her dorm in Hope’s Peak, ready to wake up and go to school. With this mentality, Mika follow the expected routine: getting up, yawning, taking a shower, yawning again, looking through her closet for her uniform, yawning on last time, putting on her uniform, and walking out the door.

Mika wondered where she’d go. The day was fresh and much learning was needed. She knew the library was the place to go. But… That seemed too short. Would she be in the same building her entire high school experience? Mika hoped not. After taking the elevator and greeting any passersby she may have met, Mika left the Inn Finity and eventually exited the warehouse.  Mika’s plan was to walk around the Monomid-the school festival and talk to anyone there on her way to the library to study. Her plan was solid, she knew.

As she stepped out of the foliage hiding the warehouse, she passed by the big top toward the school festival’s large attractions. As she passed by, she glanced off a ways to see the lake. Her heart sank. Some intense sensation injured Mika’s legs, her body fall to its knees. What was happening? Why would this happen on the way to school? Mika cradled herself into a fetal position as she shook away her silly role playing. It wasn’t some dream. Some nightmare from the night before. The trial was surreal and authentic. The execution was unnerving and final. Nashimi’s death was depressing and reality.

The night was… What was the night? To Mika, it was emptiness. Nothing occurred. Since the execution of Nashimi, nothing was real. It was all just a fluke. A lie. A mental construction created by someone outside of herself to trick her into thinking that everything was fine and dandy. Sleep was gone. It-alongside Nashimi-was executed. Abandoned and brutally shred to mangled bits and pieces of gooey, organic matter. That was Mika now. Internally, her entire being was minced meat. Grinded up emotions and feelings left in the sun to rot.

She arose from her bed restless and carried the bees with her early in the morning to the greenhouse. Was it morning? Who knows? Who cares? Mika wanted to care again, but nothing would build up from her current state. The foundation crumbled to a pile of rubble. Useless material unable to return to its former state. Time passed. It was noon. Mika kept her bees. That was the only action she took. Ponder the loss of Nashimi while repeating the bee keeping routine over and over and over and over again.

What was the point in keeping her bees? Oh, yes. Her talent. Mika would not have met Nashimi if not for the bees. They were her only connection to Nashimi. The bees and the key chain Monobear gifted out at the closing of the trial and the memories she shared with them. The trial, their first conversation, and every other memory fit in between. That time passed by quickly. Mika rewound the memories, repeating every moment she recalled. Once again, time passed by quickly. The electronic ID read 3 o’ clock.

Keisuke was feeling kind of sick following this most recent motive announcement, cursing under his breath the entire way back to his dorm as his mind raced and tried to wrap itself around the possible severity of this event. Everyone’s deepest secrets? Keisuke had to admit he hadn’t done anything particularly awful in his lifetime… but the more mortifying occurences were another story. He shook his head and slipped into his dorm, shrugging off his jacket and making his way to his bed. On his pillow, he saw a small envelope, labelled “Hiromi”. Keisuke thought for a moment. This was the guy he helped during the last trial… he questioned how bad it could be as he hesitantly opened the envelope, tossing it to the side and staring at the paper he’d pulled out of it. He read the paper, of course, and felt his face drop. This could… be taken multiple ways. Nonetheless, this wasn’t really anything Keisuke was expecting. What should he do now though..?

Keisuke paused and turned to look at his door. He could… go give this to him. He didn’t understand the exact context of this secret, so he didn’t know how Hiromi would feel about it. Plus, Keisuke could go check up on him. He never got the chance to speak to him about Kai after the trial… or to see how he was doing between then and the motive being released. Keisuke hadn’t thought about it too much, he was a bit mentally preoccupied with making sure Avery recovered all right…