#ouropro plot

"Well? Aren't you excited? Where'sss the applaussse?"

Nobody says anything.

"I sssuppossse I ssshould explain what your messssagesss mean!

"They're sssecretsss!"

"One isss for the perssson behind you in the circle, and the other isss your target'sss sssecret! I'm not ssspecifying which belongsss to whom. It'sss up to you to ussse your dissscretion!"

Well, this isn't good.

People start to drift away when he calls out one last thing.

"Oh, and if you want to know which of your sssecretsss were given out, jussst asssk! I bet you're dying to know, kekekeke...."

The mods will be messaging you your secrets through your blog's ask box as well as Skype. If you want to know what your secrets of yours were used, just PM one of us on Skype.

"Hello, m'ssstudentsss! I've noticed this environment isssn't ssssparking you into murdering! Well, I've decided to up the ssstakesss, ssso to ssspeak!"

He flicks his tail and everyone's IDs light up simultaneously.

Dousing the Last Spark

The screen flickers on and is fuzzy at first, before finally focusing on a classroom. The chain that originally drug the lyricist, Kagome Setsuko, to her doom had been wrapped around her, binding her to the desk near the center. Nobody else but her, how lonesome. Wasn’t this something she was always used to, though? Maybe it was the idea that she was dying. It didn’t seem to phase her much though, as her naturally tired expression was plastered on her face. No squirming nor any attempts to fight back against the execution were present, as if she either hadn’t registered what was happening or that she just didn’t care. Most likely the latter.

Out of nowhere, a paper plane lands in her lap. Though a bit hesitant at first even for her sloth-resemblance, she is able to unfold it despite the restraints. Squinting at the note contained inside, she averts her eyes back to the side and discreetly shoves it off her lap, it landing on the floor beneath her.

“You’re just like that girl!”

She has nothing to do with such a terrible person.

Within the next minute or so, everything suddenly became silent. Glancing around at her surroundings, nearly buried in paper planes as more had piled in in the next minute or so after, with who only knows what written on them, it was hard to even see her legs anymore. Without warning, the floor slowly started to crack, giving away as Setsuko soon plummeted to her new fate. What could possibly be awaiting her underneath the ground?

A watery grave.

Landing in the pool of water,  almost resembling a chamber, she floated to the top while wrestling with the paper planes that occupied any extra space. Being detached from the desk that had already began sinking to the depths, she was able to move freely. It seemed there was a shimmer of hope, as there seemed to be a dock just ahead. Blinking, but not hesitating, she started to doggy-paddle towards it, a look of determination now plastered on her skin. Would she make it? If you said yes, then you are in for a rude awakening.

Reaching a hand out to grab onto it, her hand seemed to collide with something. The dock and scenery around it went fuzzy. Quickly backing away from it, Setsuko’s eyebrows furrowed as she realized just what she hit. It became painfully obvious that there was no way out of this execution after all, and suddenly she was mentally kicking herself for thinking there would be. No, she knew what she did, and now she was facing the consequences.

The screen depicting the dock blacked out for a second, before showing another video similar to the one presented along with the motive. The girl shown in what seemed to be a surveillance video didn’t resemble Setsuko all that much though, as the hair was shorter and she was a lot less developed. No way that was her, but why was she being shown instead? From what was visible, she had a baseball bat in her hands, and had smashed windows open in what looked to be a hallway in a school. Not long after that though, she soon faded from the video, as if she were never there. It looks like it did strike a chord with Setsuko, as she started flailing in the water, getting farther away from the screen. It was obvious that she was screaming something, most likely profanity, but the background noises as well as the splashing and carrying on muffled whatever she had been saying for the most part.

It looks like screaming and shouting did her no good, and soon within a few minutes it ceased, as well as the flailing about. Barely holding her eyes open, she soon quietly disappeared underneath the surface of the water. One last camera switch showed her in her final moments. The paper planes and chains from before got wrapped around her legs, and there was no doubt her arms were tired from trying to keep herself afloat. The last look on her face was either one of fear or pure anger. Whether it be due to her death, or perhaps that she was drowning in return for the cleansing of a certain other’s crimes, would remain unknown.

MONOCOBRA FILE 1

VICTIM: Nagata Mizuki, SHSL Matchmaker

CAUSE OF DEATH: Broken neck

TIME OF DEATH: 12:06 am

LOCATION OF BODY: The base of the left staircase

BODY DISCOVERY TIME: 1:21 am

"Would all ssstudentsss come ot the bottom of the ssstaircase immediately? One of your peersss hasss left you ssssomething!"

Everyone stirs and slowly trudges downstairs. And there it is, along with Yuurei, Alice, Keiki, and Monocobra. A corpse.

The snake grins cruelly.

"Isssn't thisss wonderful? Sssomebody murdered! What a lucky break! But not for him, I guesss."

He flicks his tail in the direction of Mizuki's body.

"Now, let'sss get down to work. Sssince sssomebody hasss died and the killer wasss next to Good Sssir Nagata in the circle, you will have to invessstigate. In about eight hoursss there will be a trial. If you find the killer, jussstice will be delivered. If you choossse inccorectly, then an innocent isss going to die and the killer will have gotten away with murder. And that wouldn't be fair! Ssso good luck! And to help, I've added a file to your IDsss. It will give you a sssort of advantage in figuring out who did it. All doorsss have been unlocked asss well."

"And I alssso got that damn roller coassster working. In cassse anyone wantsss to go for a ride inssstead of helping out."

And with that, he slithers away.

Nagata Mizuki lay before the three. He was still, with his eyes closed. Something was tangled between his feet. Based on how still he was, it was clear he was one thing.

"Greetingsss! It'sss five o'clock sssomewhere and it'sss time to ruin sssomeone'sss life. And that lucky sssomeone isss... Toyoguchi Kazeno!"

The screen and projector descend from the ceiling. It looks like he'll be delivering the news in the same way he did Tokiyo's story. The projector revs up and the picture begins.

3... 2... 1...

Monocobra begins to speak as a high resolution video is displayed on the screen. It shows what looks like a hobby convention. Slowly the camera zooms in on Kazeno, who is making his way through the crowd. He's talking to everyone who looks like they might have something he wants.

"Good Sssir Toyoguchi isss known asss the bessst pin trader out there! Hisss collection of pinsss isss unrivaled! But wait, where did he go?"

The picture starts to blur -- no, that's not quite an accurate description. Only Kazeno's image starts to blur. Everything else seems as detailed as it ever was.

"Who caresss! Nobody, that'sss who. Thossse in the pin trading community have never even heard of the name Toyoguchi Kazeno. Why would they? He'sss jussst an average Joe."

And like that, the image of Kazeno disappears.

"An average Joe with no pinsss at that! He now hasss none outssside of what he hasss here. And who knowsss, maybe he'll lossse thossse sssoon asss well!"

The video continues for a few more seconds. People flow through the convention center as normal, filling the void where Kazeno one stood. It was like he was never there.

And finally, it shuts off.

"Sssince nobody isss taking me ssseriousssly, I've decided to take action."

Anyone who's still talking immediately falls silent.

[motive_1.mp3]

"Let'sss call thessse motivesss, ssshall we? Thisss firssst motive will hopefully get you moving."

"What if I told you could lossse everything you worked for? Becaussse that'sss what will happen if you don't ssstart playing the game!

"Every day that goesss by until a death, one of you here will become invisssible. You'll lossse the fortune and fame you've worked ssso hard to earn. Everyone outssside will forget about you and your talent!"

"Get ready, M'lady Murakami. You'll be a nobody by tomorrow! I'll keep you all updated, no worriesss. Tomorrow we'll all sssee Murakami Tokiyo'sss fall from celebrity ssstatussss."

Every day from here on out, another person will be "forgotten" by the public sphere, due to losing everything they've worked towards and have gained.