💀 (for shig?) Fefe had looked like she was asleep sitting at the table,head on the table and arms around it. It wasn't until someone tried to move her that the sick reality was shown. Her dead eyes staring straight ahead. Her forehead had been broken in,bone and other gore exposed dripping down her face. It would make sense,she was tiny,a surprise from behind? She would't have a chance. There was a big bloody dent in the desk.
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Shigeru had only wanted to find her, when Fefe hadn’t shownup to breakfast. He’d searched almost every room on the ground floor by thetime he actually found her, and at first… He just thought that she’s fallenasleep. He called her a lazy moron – don’tyou know that you’re completely vulnerable? – and went to shake her awake;that was when the full horror of the situation made itself know.
Blood stained his fingertips, his lungs stuttering as thesmell saturated the air and drew the breath from his lungs. He heard screaming,and it took him much too long to realise that it was his. He hadn’t heard it for so long, and he felt mostly dissociatedfrom the situation. Like he was watching the TV, the male lead screaming hislungs out while he… only felt sadness.
This was Fefe, they were close. Very close. He just… He… Hemight have even…
Well, those feelings didn’t matter anymore, because she wasdead. She was fucking dead and there wasn’t a single thing he could do about it.He should’ve… been there. He shouldhave defended her, and maybe it soundedlike he was overestimating himself – which, to be fair, wasn’t a rare occurrence.But still… He could have… For her…
Tears fall down his cheeks, the dam bursting after years, and their “classmates” run in. Theinvestigation time starts, but he just stands there crying.