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❄️🩶Starting Grey Gen🩶❄️ (About Eve Nosobirrie)

Meet Eve Nosobirrie. Our Grey Gen heir.

Here’s the gen description:

The description is followed very closely so far. Eve is raised by a single dad and her mom is straight up not involved in her life at all.

(This is what she looks like)

About Eve Nosobirrie:

So the notable thing to start is that Eve is an alien.

Her father is Sun Nosobirrie. Who now, is a famous space war hero.

The story for this goes all the way back to Mint Gen, when Pepper Nosobirrie, Eves great grandmother, created a route for aliens to come to the sim world. But because of her own disrupted relationships she shut the project down and left the aliens to rot. She died before she could return to this project, as she spent her final days raising Sun.

From then on they’ve been out for vengeance, even more so when Sixam got taken over by Fitz. Who kidnaps dogs, does harassing experiments on people, and ruled with an iron fist. When Sun traveled to space he met her, and she very quickly doxxed him and abducted him.

Easy to assume Fitz ordered another alien, Ashleigh Dyson, an alien with short term memory loss, to r word Sun. And as a result, Sun got pollinated with Eve as the offspring.

Despite the poor treatment his own mother gave him growing up, and the awful living conditions of the aliens, Sun decided not to give Eve away to Sixam and raised her himself as a single parent.

All while he was a disgraced student in college, with Eve being the only one heavily looking up to him as her only means of guidance in life.

Sun decided to fight in the war, even before he became an astronaut, to both finish what Pepper started, defeat Fitz, and let the aliens come to the sims world and be accepted. That, and college work, left Eve mostly independent in her life, as much as she loves her Papa Sun and he tries to make time for her, he’s busy with war.

Sun beat Fitz. Now the aliens are accepted and a part of the Sim World. We won.

And during this whole war, Eve has only been really interested in kids books, music, and sports.

Eve is an alien, and the daughter of a human man who saved her kind. So her identity is a bit of a question mark to her. She is sort of a fusion between human and alien. Raised by a human and all of that. The other kid aliens in the sims world are raised by aliens.

So Eve has a bit of an insecurity regarding her alien form and whether or not people will accept her, especially the humans who are still kinda racist against aliens.

Eve also learned from her Great Aunt Emerald where babies came from. Let’s just say she’s fascinated.

That’s the backstory.

Bodybuilder: Eve is passionate about her sporty nature. She’s a tomboy. She can NEVER stay still no matter what you try. She also, from the start, has had a talent with the sports departments. She’s an excellent basketball player, she’s flexible, and several other things. You could say she has high metabolism from her inability to stay still.

Active: Sporty tomboy. She’s energetic, can’t stay still, and cares for her activity and well health. She’s a bit of a quirky girl, alien and all of that, but she’s almost always trying to lift people’s spirits with her kind nature.

She gives pretty serious “I’m not like other girls” energy. Ngl.

Slob: Eve has her quirks and specialties. Cleaning isn’t one of them. She really does not care if she gets her hands dirty. She does not care if she has to live in a pigsty for the rest of her days. She also had a habit of fantasizing about adult content things as a child, which makes me think she has some fetishes I don’t know about.

“Papa Sun, Great Auntie Emerald told me how to make babies as a human. Can I make some?”

“Do that when you’re a young adult.”

Music Lover: Singer. Of course. It’s more of a calming thing for her. She’s the type of person to always be wearing earbuds and into all the new radio music. She also plays the violin as a hobby.

Other:

I don’t know Eve’s sexuality yet. I’m letting the game decide this time.

She likes books. As a toddler she did anyway. As a jock I thought she wouldn’t like books at all, but apparently she does. It makes me think she’s really into children’s books. That could be a factor to her own children.

Eve gets along with boys a lot better than girls. Platonically. She’s got two male child friends she bonded with right away, and with her female child friends, it took time for them to click.

Despite him not making all the time in the world for her, (how could he,) Eve loves her Papa Sun very much and idolizes him. He loves her and accepts her and supports her dreams and interests wholeheartedly. But the war made the core of their family dynamic strange, so it’s difficult for Eve to open up to him, especially since her mother is not there and can’t remember her name for more than two seconds.

Eve is insecure about being an alien overall. Even in alien context, she’s different from them from her upbringing with the sim humans. She doesn’t really feel like she belongs anywhere. Especially since said sim human kids have pretty negative opinions about her being an alien. Which might cause relationships to fail in the future.

Eve is a sweet kind girl. But she’s a bit of a mess when it comes to deep feelings.

That’s the character so far. She’s the first alien/occult heir so far. So that’s gonna be interesting. Ngl though, out of the gens, Grey Gen and Green Gen are the two gens I’ve had the least ideas for. I am completely blank on Green Gen. But at least with Grey, we got to spice it up with the alien twist. Which definitely adds to the story.

While I got one alien in the Red Gen, they weren’t the heir.

Here, an alien is the heir because Eve is an only child, thus there’s no other option.

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The only thing I focus on is getting into the room assigned to me. I don’t care if anyone is following me. I hope no one is following me. I have to get away.

I catch my running speed with the doorknob. I try to wipe my tears with my sleeve so I can see the lock and open the door with the room key in my pocket. I open the door and charge in, slamming the door shut behind me as quickly as I opened it. I make sure to lock the door behind me so nobody can come in. None of those psychos. None of those people.

Only then I start crying all over again.

I’m already a waterfall of tears, but I don’t care. I slump on the floor with my back up against the door. I can’t stop shaking. I can’t get my hands away from my face to catch the tears. My head is filled with nothing but ugly thoughts.

I’ve been like this before. More than once. More times than healthy. But at least then, it was me being pathetic and stupid and beating myself up about it. I’d cry about how disastrous of a human being I was, but I’d get told over and over again it was false and I was overreacting.

This is real.

This is far more justified, I feel.

This is the end of my life.

It has to be, right? I already broke. I already broke down in front of everybody. I already failed. I already failed the school that teaches its students how to kill each other.

I’m going to die here. I’m going to get killed by someone else. I’m stuck here for the rest of my days, however long I have left. I’ll never go home.

I will never go home.

I’ll die instead. I don’t want to die. I’m not ready to die yet.

If I die, I’ll never…

I’ll never see them again.

My parents. They’re going to be devastated to hear their daughter has been killed. I’ll never apologize to them. I’ll never say goodbye to them.

I never hated my parents. I hated that they signed me up to this program, but I never hated them. They loved me. It’s my fault for not saying no to it.

Maybe they’ll at least get a chance to start over with my brother. I’ll never meet him. I’ll never know his name. He’ll never know me. He won’t have a sister.

And Katie…

Oh gods, Katie.

Even in my flood of tears and my weakened state, I manage to pull out the notebook from inside my jacket. I open it to the first page.

The drawings are still there. The cheesy drawings of hearts and stars. The writing ‘K + S’ is still there. The photograph is still there. The one when we were in high school at the student novel ceremony. Her blonde hair was longer back then, up in a ponytail in the picture. I had my dimmed purple hair down, and was only wearing a plain white blouse. Even back then, she was more fashionable with her gold yellow turtleneck sweater. I’m hugging her tight in the photo. My head is on her chest with a shy expression on the camera she is holding.

I want to hug her like that again. I want her to hold me. I want her to show up out of nowhere, see me crying, and hold me close. She’d shush me and stroke my hair and tell me it’ll all be okay.

I wish she was here. I wish I was back home in Clovis. I wish I was back in my room, my real room, writing away late in the night with my parents blaming me for my exhaustion at school. Then school would mentally beat me, and the people would suck. Then I would come home and see Katie so she’d hear me out and then fill me with hope.

Tears fall on the paper, making scattered wet spots.

“I promised her. I promised her.” I cry silently, my voice gritty. “I promised her I’d come home…”

My voice raises in a raspy cry as I slam the book onto the floor. “Goddammit! I didn’t even want to come here!! I didn’t even want to accept the transfer!!! Why?!?!?!”

My crying and bawling becomes worse and worse by the minute.

There’s no one here to comfort me. There’s no one here to help me.

I’m dead for sure. I can’t kill. I have nothing in me to kill. I’m frail and stupid and sensitive, and I don’t know anything about murder. With the way I freaked out and stormed out like that, I think those people are thinking about targeting me.

Murder frail, whiny, stupid Sara…

I bury my head in my knees.

This is how my fuck ups get me killed.

*Knock Knock*

The shock of the sound and the banging on the door trip me over my feet. Now off the door, I’m on my hands and feet like a crab. I look up to hear a voice.

“Sara? You in here? I’m just here to check on you cause you-”

“Go away!” I shout. I don’t remember whose voice it is, and I don’t care. I don’t want any of these crazy people with murderous thoughts coming near me.

“Huh… that’s not what people usually say when someone knocks on their door…”

What is this person talking about? They act like they never-

“Ah well, the next and probably appropriate thing to do would be to pick the lock and come in anyway!”

What?! No no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no! Already?! I’m dead already?!

I said I was gonna die, but this soon?!

“Don’t!!” I scream, my heart beating hard against my chest. With my breathing hitching, I scramble through my pockets, or whatever is on the floor near me I can use to defend myself. “Don’t come in! I have a… a…”

My hand meets one of two pens in my front jacket pocket. I open one and aim it at the door. “A PEN!! And I’m not afraid to use it for stabbing!!”

A pen. I sound pathetic.

“Oh wow. She really has snapped already.”

I stop breathing for a second.

That’s one of those bunny things.

What are they doing with a student-?

“You sure you want to go i-”

“Absolutely.”

I hear a click from the lock, and the door opens. I step back, still keeping my pen out.

It’s Senri Endo. He has a massive grin on his freckled face like this is some happy greeting. Why does he always do that like this is normal?

More importantly, why are all six Monobunnies standing around him?!

“Heyo, Sara.” He greets happily. “I hope you’re not too troubled.”

Dude…

“Good. Good. Good to see you already getting in the right spirit.” He says to my silence and my tear streaked face.

Does he not see I have a pen aimed at his face?! He walks up to me and clasps his hands, smiling like it’s nothing. Am I really that bad at being intimidating?

“So, how do you like your room?” He asks. “You haven’t seen it yet, right?��

“Uh-room?” I didn’t even look. I was busy crying.

Holding KiBunny on his shoulder and petting them, he says, “Oh yes. The Monobunnies put in a lot of effort into each student's room. So we hope you appreciate the space.”

MidoriBunny, standing by Senri’s feet, explains, “Each student's dorm room has the essentials. Bed. Wardrobe. Desk. Floor. Walls. A lock on their door. A private bathroom with a security camera so we can see. But we also included varying colors, decorations, and crannies to suit the student living in it. So you won’t see the other’s rooms look exactly the same.”

I spaced out when they started talking. “...wha-”

“Aw come on, I love a little room arrangement! Especially since we’re staying here for the rest of our lives as classmates!” Senri pulls my arm down. I guess the pen wasn’t threatening in the slightest. How can he be so cheerful about all of this?! “The Monobunnies and I came all this way, you want us to show you?”

“No-”

“Great!” He grabs me by the shoulders and turns my body around. I have to admit I’m too scared to fight against him.

The walls are white. The carpet is a similar purple color to my jacket. That much I know. AkaBunny and MomoBunny have their paws on lavish purple curtains.

“We know purple doesn’t match your hair, but we really wanted to express your love for the color.” MomoBunny says.

My favorite color is cerulean blue. My hair isn’t even that purple… well it is still purple, but it’s still a more dull shade of it.

“And you’ll never guess what’s behind these!” AkaBunny says.

“Window plates?” I quietly guess.

They open them up.

“Window plates!”

Of course. At least there’s curtains so I don’t have to stare at the window plates.

There’s five of these curtain things. The second one to the right has a white roll top desk with a purple swivel chair and a small trash can.

AoBunny is on the chair, depressingly saying, “This is the place where you can write down all your melancholy thoughts. On paper, or on the desk itself, we really don’t care…”

There’s stacks of paper on the desk. Lined and blank sheets. There’s a pencil sharpener and a cup of pencils as well.

AoBunny turns the chair around to hand me a sheet of paper of sorts. Senri takes it and hands it to me. “It’s a letter from the Monobunnies.”

I read the first sentence to myself.

‘We Monobunnies are dedicated to helping students enjoy their stay here-’

I shove the paper in my pocket. No one's gonna read that shit.

KiBunny and AkaBunny are jumping on the bed on the wall to my right. The pillows are a lavender color, and the quilt is white with butterfly patterns of several colors on it. There’s a nightstand with a drawer and a lamp.

MidoriBunny is trying to sit on the edge of the bed, but the jumping is making them wobble on the mattress. “This is what humans call a ‘bed’. From my understanding, you can do a lot of things with it. Sleep on it, jump on it, read on it, do a lot of clean pure and responsible things with it-”

AkaBunny jumps on the bed hard enough that MidoriBunny falls off. Senri catches them in his arms. MidoriBunny groans, “I think I prefer sleeping on dirt.”

“Alright, get off.” Senri politely demands.

“Awwwww…” The Monobunnies whine like little kids.

MonoBunny, getting up on the beds end, explains, “The water is shut off during nighttime. The dorm room bathrooms have locks on them, but the other bathrooms around the campus do not. Please keep that in mind. The flat screen TV on the wall will display any announcements at any time they appear, the channel will automatically switch to that when they happen. This goes for morning and nighttime announcements, class announcements, body discovery announcements, and so on. Otherwise that’s for your entertainment. Don’t break it. That camera on the ceiling, the one over the bed, that’s so we can keep an eye on you twenty four seven, so don’t ever think nobody is watching you. We’re always watching.”

They said that last part in a deep creepy snarl. My breath hitches at it.

“Also, don’t break it. The camera is equipped with a gun, so we can gun rule breakers down any time.” They say that part enthusiastically.

Great. I’m going to sleep with a gun hanging over my head.

“Room keys are designed to be resistant to lock picking, so you don’t have to worry about people picking the locks and coming into your room unannounced!”

I glance at Senri. “Right…”

“Huh? Oh…” Senri notices. “Oh don’t worry, we all checked the students' abilities. The only one who can is me.”

Why is Senri doing it okay but no one else? My head is littered with more questions than answers.

“They’re also hard to replicate.” MonoBunny says, then jumps up to my face to give a snarl, “DON’T. LOSE. YOUR KEY.”

I’m tense and shaking. “P-please don’t get that close…”

They jump down on the floor, obeying.

“Aaaaaaaaannnnndd that’s the basics!” Senri claps with a smile.

I think I feel worse than I did before.

“H-hey Senri-”

“Oh! And you have got to see the best part!” Senri interrupts me. I guess I get no say in any of this. “I know you’re a writer, your talent and all, so we put together a little nook for you to write to your heart's content!”

He grabs my arm to turn my body again, facing the left side of the room.

Indeed, there is a nook. The space is claimed by a white circular carpet with the same pattern as the bed quilt. There’s an end table in the center with a purple lounge chair, and surrounding it is a white book shelf that spirals around half the carpet. There’s already books in it, as well as some fake plants, drawings, and other things. On the side of the bookcase is a mini stairwell to climb to the top of the shelf, where there’s a little space with pillows and blankets. MomoBunny, on the top of the shelf, turns on a little lamp up there to reveal a ceiling lighting of a fake galaxy. They keep clicking on the lamp, and the lighting switches to other environments, like a rainstorm, a crowd of bustling people, the seaside, and a field of whistling birds. It even plays the sound effects.

Is it… beautiful? Why do I like this?!

“Well?” Senri gets in my view with a smile. He’s jumping in place. “You love it?”

“U-uh…” I can’t talk.

The bunnies already start digging into the books and drawings on the shelves before Senri adds, “And the best part? We managed to collect all your private projects from home!”

That gets me to scream an audible, “WHAT?!?!?”

They stole my-?!

“Okay, well, not exactly your private projects from home…” Senri dials back. “We just replicated them exactly into some blank notebooks we had laying around. So while you don’t have your stuff from home exactly, we made exact copies.”

“THAT’S NOT ANY LESS CREEPY!!” I scream. I’m running to the area to try and snatch the books from Monobunnies. They’re digging in them like greedy monsters. This wasn’t how I expected to start crying again, but here we are. “Hey! Stop!! These are private!!”

“Don’t worry, we already read through all of these.” MidoriBunny says casually.

“We’re also judging you silently about them, but we don’t have to say it out loud.” AoBunny adds.

“I didn’t give you permission to-!” I try to snatch a book from AkaBunny, but they jump out of the way. I let out an upset cry.

“The amount of unfinished projects here is just sad…” AoBunny is also crying. “I loved ‘The House of Labels’. When are you making the fifth book?”

“Oh, oh my…” AkaBunny found one. “I wonder if your parents know about this fetish of yours-”

“PUT THAT ONE DOWN!!” I beg, my waterfall of tears coming back. “Please stop!”

“Alright, you heard the lady, put them back, we already read them!” MonoBunny commands, slapping.

The other bunnies obey instantly. Maybe that’s why MonoBunny is the leader among them.

MomoBunny is the only one who doesn’t listen. They find another one, flipping through it curiously. “Ooooooohhh, who’s this girl? She’s such a pretty one. Someone got a crush??”

I whip my head around. Is that my diary of Katie?!

“We’re a thing!” I cry.

MonoBunny, out of nowhere, jumps up to the shelf and kicks MomoBunny in the back with their hind leg. “What did I say?! Back off of the lady’s love life!”

“Kyaaa!” MomoBunny crashes on the floor from the kick. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry!”

They’re aggressive bunnies as well. Now it gives me even more of a headache.

It makes me lose it. “JUST FUCKING STOP IT!!!”

They do from my outburst. I don’t care. I’m worn out from crying. I’m angry. I’m embarrassed. I’m confused as shit.

“I DIDN’T INVITE ANYONE IN HERE! I DIDN’T ASK FOR A ROOM TOUR! I DIDN’T ASK ANYONE TO LOOK AT MY WORKS! IS NOBODY GOING TO EXPLAIN TO ME WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING RIGHT NOW CAUSE I AM CONFUSED AS ANY PIECE OF SHIT WOULD IN THIS SITUATION!!”

“Whoa!” Senri puts his hands up. “Whoa whoa whoa, calm down. This isn’t meant to be as confusing as you think it is.”

“ROBOT BUNNIES.”

That spawns the first ounce of emotion from him that isn’t happiness, confusion. “You don’t have those in the real world? Huh… that is news to me.”

“WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!” I direct my outburst towards him. “You’re a student! You’re in the same situation as I am! KILL or BE KILLED! How can you be so CALM about all of this?! To the point where you’re casually hanging out with the bunnies with a smile on your face?!?! HUH?!?! ANSWER ME, SENRI!!”

This guy confuses me so much. I thought he was a little strange at first, but he seemed at least friendly and excitable. But I would assume he’d react with dread on the killing game news like a rational person would. Instead he keeps his attitude. Why?!

Just like that, the confusion is gone and returns to a smile. He says, “Sara, there’s a reason why I wanted to talk to you privately. I think you should sit down.”

Without warning and without waiting for an answer, the bunnies tackle me down on the lounge chair. I crash into it, and only then do they get off me. Senri sits on the end table hugging one of his legs, staring down on me.

I don’t know what to expect, but my heart is racing.

“First off, we need to set a very important rule about this.” Senri is serious now. “Consider it another regulation that applies to you: Everything that we’re gonna talk about here is for your ears only. You cannot tell anybody about what I’m going to tell you. Got it?”

“And…” I’m scared. “And if I do?”

Sneri points at the camera gun.

I’m definitely stuck in place now.

“Okay…”

“You asked me about my behavior regarding the killing game, why I’m not scared or shocked or anything. There’s a reason for that…”

He takes off the eyepatch on his face, revealing his other eye.

I expected a scar, or a glass eye, or something normal.

No. It’s a red eye, similar to the bunnies eyes. The eyelashes are made out of blue crystal.

“...I’m the one running the game.”

I can’t breathe.

Did I hear that right?

Senri is…

“I’m responsible for all of this!” He says with a smile, like it’s something to be proud of. “Me and my Monobunnies took over the program, kidnapped all these Ultimates, and organized the killing game. Now we’re running the entire program as the mastermind behind the cameras! Pretty great, right?”

He’s not a bubbly excitable type like I thought… He’s a sociopath.

“To be honest, it’s kind of disappointing you’re also an Ultimate, if you weren’t I certainly wouldn’t have included you in the mix. But killing those evil Ultimates is an all or nothing deal.”

Evil Ultimates?

“No one else in the world was gonna do it, so I took the heroic mantle. No need to thank me for it.” He says as he picks up and pets MonoBunny, who looks pleased at the gesture.

He thinks this is a good thing?!

I hug myself, trying to manage my shaking. Nothing is working. I’m breathing hard again. Everything is blurry and I still have my glasses on.

This guy is the one running this killing game. He casually admitted it to me.

“Y-you’re the one who-who kidnapped me…”

“Correctamundo.” He gives me a smile and a finger gun. “I do apologize that it had to be so confusing, but I couldn’t get you in any other way.”

That’s the least of my problems right now.

What is going on?

Why is this happening?

What does he want with me?

Is he trying to kill me?

Is this-

“Sara.” He gently touches my shoulder to try to get me to snap out of it. “I’m all for good panic attacks, but I do need you to focus.”

I whimper and grip my heart. A cozy lounge chair can never comfort me.

I hear MonoBunny say to Senri, "Master, with all due respect... her? Really? I get she's the writer, but out of all the students with the brain power, the strength, and, well, the basic sanity and confidence, you choose that one.”

“Just… why…?” I ask softly. “Why would you tell me all of this…?”

Not that I would be able to, but for all he knows, I could use this information against him.

So why risk it?

“The rules.” He says. “The two survivors.”

I look up in confusion. “Wh-what about it?”

“The students kill each other, you catch the killers and they get the chain, keep going till there’s only two left.” Senri gives the basic summary. “It’s a matter of who those two are.”

Does he mean…?

“Obviously one of those slots would be myself.” Senri says proudly. “But there’s also the little factor of another survivor. One that would be a dream come true for me to have as that person…”

He points at me.

“But, I can’t guarantee that.” He says once I get the message. He puts MonoBunny down and spins around the table and adjusts his body so he’s hugging both his legs and his side is facing me. “Not if you’re in the same field as the others here. I have the protection of the Monobunnies to keep me from getting killed, but you don’t. Anyone can get the jump on you at any time and you’re dead.”

I kinda get that.

“So what can we do???” He asks himself, giving a fake gasp of an idea. “We could partner up and be masterminds together!”

“Partner up…? With you…?” I stutter. “Y-you mean like a traitor?”

“Traitor?” He hums. “I was gonna call it ‘Self preservation partnership and friendship with your fellow mastermind’, but sure.”

“W-what do I-?”

“You would help me influence the other students here to kill each other.” Senri offers. “With the classes we train them to be killers, but that might not convince them. I would say I would motivate them through the Monobunnies, but honestly, you know more about people than I do. You know what makes them crack.”

No I don’t. I’m one of the most closed off people I know. If that’s the standard, then he must know literally nothing about people.

“But why me?” I ask softly. “Out of everyone, why me?”

Surely he’d pick a more competent traitor than me. The girl in the dragon mask is already scary. The scientist girl would be a smart option. The environment guy is an actual psychic. Hell, I don’t know much about my next door neighbor, but I’m sure he’d be a better option than me. Senri has options. Why pick me?

“You wrote ‘Despair’, right?”

And there’s the answer.

Not that book…

My whole body fills with dread from the implication.

The mastermind of the killing game is a fan of my book. The book I wrote about privileged people slaughter.

“I have been wanting to meet you for so long!” He expresses. “When we finally met, my whole world opened up! And I mean that literally! So really, for being my inspiration, I owe you… the world! I seriously owe you everything!”

I can’t talk. I feel my face going pale.

He pats my shoulder. He clearly sees this differently than I do. "We would be such a great duo! The author and the audience collaborating in the genocide of the privileged to save the world and overthrow all the evils of hope with the power of love, friendship, and despair!!"

He gasps for air. He’s excited about the idea. “I’m just saying, it’s epic! It would be the world!”

This is it. This is my karma. I thought I had my karma, but no. This is where it starts.

He gets serious, making it clear, "Course, you can say no, I can't force you to join.”

“But?” There’s always a but.

“But if you do say no, then you’re on the same playing field as everyone else. And I can’t guarantee you won’t be killed. And you still can’t tell anyone about this, then I’d have to gun you.”

Simple enough.

I sit there and think about this.

If I join Senri and become a traitor amongst the cast, he can protect me from dying in the game. If I don’t take this deal, I’m on my own risking my life like everyone else.

Of course I’d die if I risked it.

Can I even trust him? He’s running the campus. If I say no, he could gun me down anyway. He could be lying.

“Think about it.” Senri adds. “You work for me as the traitor of the class, and me and my Monobunnies protect you long enough for us to be the two survivors of Class B-3.”

That’s it?

“And one more thing!” He makes another part in the deal. “Accept this, and no harm will ever come to the people you love.”

I let out a muted gasp.

He took over the school. He can go after whoever he wants.

My eyes glance at the notebook on the floor, the one of that picture of me and Katie.

Senri notices and asks, “You care about your girlfriend's well being as much as yours, don't you?”

Of course I do.

Katie. My family.

If Senri doesn’t go after them, I can go home after the killing game. I can go back to my normal life like none of this ever happened.

Will he hurt them if I don’t take the deal? Or worse?

He concludes it by saying, “Choice is yours."

He offers me his hand. “Will you be the traitor?”

I hesitate.

I take the deal, and I’m safe. I won’t have to kill. I won’t be killed. I’ll be safe until the game is over and then I can leave. I’ll be protecting all my loved ones. I can go home, returning to my normal life.

I don’t take the deal, and I’m risking my life in a killing game I’ll never win. I’ll be delaying my own death at the hands of another student here.

I want to go home. I want to survive. This is my one shot.

“You’ll protect me.” I want it clear.

“Yep.”

“You won’t hurt my family.”

“Nope.”

“You won’t kill them.”

“No-well, yes, I won’t.”

I take a deep breath.

I take his hand.

Something hot fuels my hand once the shake is done. I let go to see something red glowing on my palm. Then it vanishes in my veins.

What did he do to me?

“You took the deal.” He states. “There’s no turning back.”

I don’t feel any different. It still scares me.

“YES!!!” He lets out all his enthusiasm and jumps on me, wrapping his arms around me. “She said yes, everyone!! We got her!!”

“Yay!!!!” The Monobunnies cheer. Well, except for the main MonoBunny, who has a neutral expression.

“Aw, I’m so excited!!” He’s not hiding that emotion. “I have a BFF! A friend! And it’s the writer of ‘Despair’! This is…. AAAHH I’m sorry!! This is everything to me!!!”

I’m stuck muffled in his hug.

“I-I never had a ‘friend’ before!” He expresses. I wonder why. “This is so much to me! We’re going to run the killing game together! We’re going to be BFF’s behind the cameras doing everything together! This is gonna be awesome!!”

He parts from the hug, which I did not return, and he takes out his E-Handbook. He keeps one arm around me to position me for a selfie.

“Here, here, say ‘Despair BFF’s’!’” He grins and snaps the picture.

I don’t know what my face looks like in that picture, but I guarantee it is not the same happy expression that he has.

I’m a traitor now…

What am I getting myself into?

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