#paracited

     ‘ All Floor Masters Please Prepare Your Floors! ‘

The sound of the elevator coming to an halt followed by the doors opening was almost too loud compared to the silence that would greet the new sacrifice upon arrival. B6 was dirty, void of life and the old pipes running across the ceiling - gave off the most terrifying sounds. Aside from that, heaps of trash were gathered around in the corners as if this place was used as junkyard.

           And then... There was the dried bloodstains everywhere. 

Zack couldn’t even remember how most of these were caused. Once the deed was done, the bodies didn’t matter to him. They were brought all the way up to the graveyard and Zack didn’t have to bother with them anymore. He didn’t care about the dead, he cared about making sure the living stopped being alive.

And so when the announcement went off, the Killer’s features stretched into a smirk because he knew - he was the first to get a shot at the sacrifice. And most of the time he was also the last. Not many people managed to make it out of his floor alive. The ones who did, were only able to outsmart the killer. 

YES!!!!!

//leans in/

I dunno if you’ve played AI: The Somnium Files, friend, but the more I think about pre-rehabilitation Saito being a puppeteer, the more I think he’d make a really good puppeteer for either Q84 or V19 maybe

it’s a lovely spring day, so far. the grass is green, the birds are singing, and komaru is out in the field, practicing her goal shots. she’s not all that good, yet, but she’s getting there. and what’s nice about this is that she’s a lot less likely to get injured than she is during actual practice!

she lifts her leg back, and slams the side of her foot into the ball. it goes sailing up and away, into the air... where it promptly bonks somebody else on the head.

she immediately lets out a shriek. “oh my GOD, are you okay!?”

“ Florence!! ”, somebody called out to the worker and judging by the raspy, hyper tone of it, it was none other than Bennett. “ Henry said I should help so he can get back to operating soon. Maybe it’s ‘cause you’re too slow? He’s calling you a slowpoke, slowpoke! ”

Despite poking fun at her, he got to lending her a hand. Not that she needed it, really, but it’d speed up the process of swapping the corpses in the operating room with fresh ones. The last incident and the almost manic vigor Henry used while experimenting demanded for new test subjects. Convenient to have a room full with discarded Charlottes next door!

“ The new episode of Game of Chairs is gonna start soon. You gotta watch it with me in exchange! I mean it!! I’m super hyped! We’ve been waiting months for the coronation to happen- oh! ”, while rambling on, he had completely forgotten about what he actually wanted to ask her.

She would have SLAPPED him if only she’d been able to. “Do you even HEAR yourself? You have SCHOOL tomorrow. If you’re not going to sleep, you need to study. There are no other options. Turn it off. NOW.”

“you really have no sense of leisure, do you.” yes, charles is afraid. yes, his heart is hammering away in his chest. yes, he feels as if there’s a vice grip round his throat, a clamp preventing the air from flowing to his lungs. yes, yes, yes — and he still tries to pretend he’s not afraid, because she is occupying his body, which means that this is charles’ life, one on which she has no right to intrude.

@paracited​ said:  “You don’t need to pretend anymore"