A Battle of Hellish Forces || Ch.3 Motive Event II
Not long after the most recent untimely end of your classmate, things have started to settle down. Supplies were dwindling, however. While several of you had great luck with finding the medicine that would stave off the vapor’s symptoms a little longer - those little vials were becoming more difficult to find as time went on.
At this rate, you all were destined for death.
Luckily, to distract you a bit from your fleeting time left on this mortal coil, a commotion can be heard coming from the lobby. Several voices (one in particular) were loudly talking and you all found yourselves wandering over to see what was happening.
Caplet cast over her shoulders and hands brazenly on hips, you all saw the prominent figure of Rowena Christine St. Bathory standing proudly before your three Judges.
“So we meet once again, you hateful chimera… I have been preparing for the day when we finally do battle. Plotting, toiling… all as you stave the others off this mortal coil. You disrupt the natural order!”
“These deaths are not noble! They are not even for the sake of strife of morbidity, but for something so vapid as fashion? The backs of those who toil away tirelessly in sweatshops for your precious ‘looks’ are not enough, and you must take more tortured spirits for your cause? For shame?”
“And not only that, but you stripped me of the chance to defeat the great Demon General… my long-fated rival! You may have already humiliated me with these dalliances you call fashion shows, but this is the final straw! You take my destiny, so we shall do battle, once and for all.”
“These… are the true last rites of Rowena Christine St. Bathory, the vassal of darkness! And to the darkness shall I return!”
Rowena puts her hands together, taking on a wider stance with her legs, and cracks something in her wrist. In the moment, you swear that you feel the chill of wind, and see an unseen breeze tousle Rowena’s hair. She mutters something, at first quieter, and then getting louder with her brazen chanting. You see her eyes begin to glow-
“Nyat so fast.”
Miryo-ke’s eyes narrowed at the interloper, and they appeared almost… bored with the goings-on.
“My, my… quite a birdbrain we have on our hands, huh? This should be fun~!”
The cockatoo giggles into their wings, watching the girl with bemusement as she fires up what appears to be a spell.
Modelkuma puts a paw to their cheek and grins. They’d been silent for a while, just watching the girl deliver her speech. The pink cub seems mildly amused-not so much so, but there’s clearly some sort of ‘playfulness’ behind their glassy, robotic eyes as they glance towards their fellow hosts. Their smile isn’t a cheery one- it’s eerie and unsettling.
“I’m never one to say no to giving the audience what they’ve asked for! If you’d like to have a word with Momoke, who am I to refuse?”
With building, chaotic laughter, the three Judges jump into formation. With a flash and a bit of smoke magic of their own - the very same beast that had started this killing game stands before you all now. Momoke’s voice rumbles with distortion, the three distinct voices of the Judges speaking in unison.
“Wh̯̔at̡̃ a ̤̎bold ͍̏s͍̃tance̠̕…͔̎ ͖̍w͙̽e͙̊l̛̼l,̘̑ yọ͡u k̤͊no̗͛w̟̚ the ̟͘ru̖͆les!̘́ If̬̿ y̦͒o̻͆ú̱ ch̺͂al͇͐leṋ̆ģ̆ę͡ ̗̑ủ̬s̗̎…͈͝ ̬̏we̡͑’̮̏ll ret̯̍ur̜͌n̻͡ ̙̓i͚͠n kind̰̃~͈̍!̢̂”
[CW; Gore]
Leaping through the air, you all know what’s coming next. With the same terrifying power that took the former SHSL TV Show Host’s life, The Abomination bares its technicolor claws and sends Rowena off to the side with a powerful swipe - causing her to leave a trail of flesh and blood in her wake. Landing with a weighty thud, the beast grins at the sight of crimson covering its paws. Flicking its tail, Momoke approaches the injured Spirit Photographer with a distorted cackle.
Whatever magic she had been trying to cast seems to have failed.
“Upu̟̔pup͢͡up̆͟upu͈̚p̞͝ù̱.͔̆.͔͐.“
It only takes a couple of seconds for the creature to be upon the unfortunate girl once again. With a sickening laughter and it’s sharp talons, they make swift work of tearing into your classmate. It wouldn’t even be a stretch in saying it was enjoying itself.
After a minute or so, the fusion steps back with blood dripping from it’s maw and nails. Behind them, a gruesome scene of gore crops the picture of your brave classmate who has fallen in battle.
With a swish of its tail, The Abomination goes running off and leaves you with the terrifying sight before you. No matter how you look at it, Rowena is dead.
Are you ready to join her?
[ ██████ ████████ (Rowena Christine St. Bathory), SHSL Spirit Photographer, has been PUNISHED ]
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Secrets, Secrets, Are No Fun! || Trial 2 End - III
The trio of judges watched on with the rest of you until the final vote tally had declared the miserable winner. Like it had done the last time, the fatal silence was interrupted with a cheerful ‘Ding!’ once the gaudy machine was satisfied. Your plush hosts seemed to be as well as they turned back to you.
“I’ve gotta say, you guys on all sides reeaaaaally outdid yourselves this time! You’ve gotta give props to our lovely killer too! They really kept you on your toes, huh~?”
But... what did it all mean? Did you really vote correctly...? The cockatoo folds their wings at their sides and let their crest fluff with pride.
“Fortunately for yous, you were right! Little miss Rika de Silva did the dirty deed of stabbing Izumi Fujimoto! We’ve got some real junior sleuths on our paws and claws!”
Next, Miryo-ke grinned at the students.
“Nyayayaya!!!! You’re right, right, right! What a cruel and fur-raising crime that was.”
Their momentary mocking mourning ended soon after.
“Good thing Rika-nyan won’t have to wonder what the experience is like for much longer. Sit tight as we prepare her punishment! You can discuss amongst yourselves in the meantime.”
And with that, the mascots were off, leaving you to do as they said.
