#one-more-son

I LOVE YOU MOLLY

EDIT: LOL I FORGOT THAT SHADOW AUSUKE HAD SHARK TEETH LEMME CHANGE THAT

LIKE "WARNING WARNING INCOMING KOALA TEA ROLEPLAYER ABORT ABORT YOU MIGHT ANNOY THE HELL OUT OF HER ABORT" ))

The television screen flickers to life without input, static giving way to a blurry yellow image. The figure is too dark to see, but the title is very pronounced, in bouncy blue letters that undermine the seriousness of the message... if the message were serious at all. Two Victims of the Grief of Death! The Tragic Story!! The figure finally focuses, revealing the familiar face of Yosuke Hanamura, but nothing about him is friendly. His hair is wild and uncombed (even moreso than usual), his eyebrows furrowed and his mouth upturned in a sinister sneer. He wears the familiar dark suit and red tie of Adachi; a costume befitting a villain. “Some douchebag writer once said,” he begins, his voice pitching up and down and echoing through nothing, “that you either die a hero or live long enough to see yourself become a villain. I think I’ve done enough living, don’t you think?” He chuckles a little, rubbing his left wrist. “If it weren’t so gratifying being a villain, I guess I could just--” The screen flickered into static for a brief moment, before it flickered back, now no longer showing the face and form of Yosuke Hanamura, but of someone else. “--die,” A click was heard, presumably from a snap of fingers, “Just like that.” The person’s back was turned towards the screen, though what could be noted was the familiar unkempt silver bowlcut. The person turns around, now revealing the face of Souji Seta, mostly obscured by a white, partially fractured mask, only revealing his mouth and anything under, showing deep, web-like scars. He wore a suit, mostly appearing as if for a funeral. “Sometimes, I guess it gets to you. That feeling of abandonment, loneliness, speaking of which,” His tone of voice suddenly changes, sounding more demanding than expected from the teen, “Where the hell--” “--were you when I needed you most?!” Yosuke reappears through static, sounding pained and angry and hurt and normal, his fingers clenched as he leans forward towards the screen. He smiles soon after, pulling back once again to stand proudly. “Heh. That’s what I looooove saying to myself.” The distortion in his voice returns suddenly, and he grins, showcasing his sharp, sharp teeth. “And you all fell for it, like fucking toadies kissing up to the CEO for a fucking promotion, just like all those stupid employees who liked me only for my dad. You all just love a sob story, don’t you? You all love to--” “--hear me cry and suffer, and you point fingers and laugh at me, like you feed off of my fucking pain or some shit.” The screen flickered back to Souji, his face full of scorn and hate. “So what the hell are you waiting for?! You all want to see it right? The pain and suffering in my life, so you have another reason to make me a laughing stock. I’m right fucking here! Come and--” “--get me! Come see the show! C’mon, you’re all here to laugh at the faggot, right? Go ahead--” “--I fucking dare you. Find me. Although, if you even try to pity me, don’t even come. I hate that--” “--Hell, I hate everyone, so don’t even fucking bother. Why don’t--” “--you just--” “--DIE ALREADY!” The screen suddenly shuts off with a crushing noise, as though the television itself was broken apart by the force of their hatred, but it’s completely unharmed. An eerie silence follows afterwards, and the Midnight Channel finishes its broadcast.

is this what they call "you reap what you sow"))

(( Shadow AU!Yosuke (one-more-son) and Shadow AU!Souji. I like how they turned out. ヽ(´ヮ`)ﾉ ))

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