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SPY WHAT THE ✨ FUCK ✨

“Y-Yea, wot te fuck!?” Iyabo practically shouted, backing away from Spy and Monokuma’s remains as quickly as possible, nearly fumbling into Vanessa in the process. “Where te fuck is everyone else!? Wot happened!?” She demanded.

“You were the one working for the bear, seriously?” Putri puffed up in an attempt to seem bigger, though a nervous bead of sweat was visible on her brow.

"What the hell?!" Hiyoko exclaimed, glaring at Spy. "I'm seriously gonna bop you on the head if you don't explain!" She threatened, yet as she pointed at him her hand trembled gently. She was just as afraid as everyone else.. scared of the possibility the barrel of the gun would be pointed her way next.

“...what Putri said. Turns out I had to work for that fucking child’s toy. Run things on the inside. Whoop-de-fucking-do.” Spy grabbed his empty pistol off the podium, holstering it. “I’m fairly certain the system’s undergoing some sort of critical failure, though, so it’s disconnecting people. Not sure why we’re the last ones, but hey, gives me time to talk, I guess.”

"You're not very enthusiastic about this." Hajime pointed out, quickly noticing his distaste towards Monokuma and working with him. "If I'm correct, you didn't want to be the mastermind here.. or rather, you're not the real mastermind." He explained, hoping it would calm the nerves of everyone. "Everyone faded away because this is a simulated killing game. There's someone else making Spy do this."

“Jeez, was it that obvious? Then again, this isn’t your first rodeo.” Spy chuckled, calmly tugging the bottom of his hoodie. “I will say, though. You’re probably not the only one to figure that out. The simulation, that is. You did notice Ivy rubbing the wall, right? Running her hand across it? If not, well, I did. The walls are smooth. Far too smooth. Not the kind of thing you’d find at a real hotel. I’m not sure if she came to the conclusion that it’s computer generated, but I wouldn’t be surprised if she did.” He leans against his podium. “As for the mastermind thing, well, you’re right. I’m fairly certain you all know who it is.”

Putri glared around at the walls, frustrated she couldn’t notice a detail that small. Her mind was too wrapped up in the trial and focusing on keeping Aditi calm. She knew who he was referring to. If it were true, they needed to move quickly and get out of there as fast as possible. “... Damnit.” She growled, looking left to right frantically. “How do we get out? We have to get out of here! Now!”

“Slow down, I-I ain’t done askin’ ‘im questions!” Iyabo interjected, snarling at the shorter girl to stay put. She turned back to Spy, uneasy but trying to keep steady. “... Why te fuck didn’t we evaporate too? Was it- just, random..?”

Spy shrugged. “I don’t know, actually. We’re probably gonna get disconnected soon, though. Just a matter of how long the system has left in the tank. Speaking of which... I think someone launched a cyberattack on the killing game. Would explain the critical failures.”

“But, who?” Iyabo rebutted, frustrated by the lack of clear meaning. “Who wants ta stop this thing from playin’ out? Is someone tryin’ ya help us..? Or-“ She startled when she felt her foot nearly slip on something. Looking back, she could see the world around them evaporating, closing in on them inch by inch. “Jesus fuck! Uh-!” She looked to the others for support, clearly unable to keep up.

Putri took initiative, reaching out and taking Iyabo’s hand, and then Hiyoko’s in her other. “It’s going to be fine, it’s going to kick us out of the simulation. When it does, we have to get out of wherever we are being held and escape. O.. Okay?”

Hiyoko nodded firmly, gaining her confidence knowing they all could gang up on a common enemy. "First we shod totally rip the fingernails off whoever did this to us!" She said with a sadistic grin, pulling her free hand to her face as she snickered.

Hajime however stared towards the rapidly approaching endless sea of white. It was familiar, but never comforting. He couldn't help the dread of realizing he knew nothing about what was on the other side of this simulation. What would he wake up to? Whatever it was, he could only hope it was better than last time.

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Man... It was Spy? You can't trust the cute ones...

"Oh, haha, you think I'm cute? I dunno about that one, bud." Spy rubs the back of his neck, a sheepish smile on his face. "Also, I'm a literal serial killer. You shouldn't have been trusting me in the first place. Not sure why I was chosen to run the game, to be honest, but still."

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Did I stutter? You're cute. Question is, how did Monokuma convince you to work for him?

"...honestly? It was like I spawned with the role. He showed up the first night and just told me I had to do what he says or I die. Typical tyrant stuff." He sighs. "...I died once already. Not something I'd want to experience again."

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OwO whatcha got Spy?

Spy doesn’t respond, still searching through his pockets. He then reaches into his inner jacket pockets, then lays a few shards of...something on his podium.

"Do you really expect us to know what those are?" Hiyoko asked with a cross of her arms. "Hurry up and tell us what that is!"

"Well, they kinda look like shards of glass. Like the kind you'd find on a phone screen." Spy grabs the shards and puts them back in his pocket. "I don't think any of us have phones right now, though, so I'm guessing someone dropped a tablet."

“So fucking what, glasses? Any of us could’ve had butter fingers and dropped our tablets! How is this getting us closer to the culprit exactly?” Miu sneered, placing her hands upon her hips.

"...wait." Ivy reached towards her side, but then glanced over, noticing nothing. "...fuck, I forgot I left my hoodie in my lab. Did anyone bring their motive video tablet with them here?"

“No? I didn’t know we were supposed to! The bear would’ve told us to do so, wouldn’t he!?” Putri huffed, crossing her arms in a pout, preparing to defend herself if anyone tried to tell her she was in the wrong.

"I brought mine just in case." Hajime said as he pulled out his tablet, revealing that the screen was perfectly intact. "From here on out I suggest bringing anything related to the motives just in case they get brought up in trial." Hajime advised, speaking to Putri but meaning it towards everyone.

“Shut the fuck up, nerd! Nobody asked for you to act like our daddy or some shit!” Miu mocked, glaring back at Spy. She tried to ignore how Aditi was staring through her with glowing eyes, and not even acknowledging it seemed to work best. “Why did you even bring this up in the first place if it’s so vague!? It could’ve been Maisie’s tablet, it could’ve been mine, anyone’s! You’re wasting our time!”

"Maisie's tablet is missing, Miu. The killer took it, remember?" Ryan crossed his arms, a deadpan look on his face. "If those shards came from Maisie's tablet, then we can figure out who took it based off where they were found. Speaking of which, Spy. Where did you find those shards?"

Spy cleared his throat. "Salient's lab, literally right before the trial."

Aditi frowns deeply, looking from Spy to the chemist himself. “Do you have an excuse for this one? Or can we finally assume the worst in you?"

"One moment, Aditi." Ivy steps out of her podium, going over to Hajime and taking his tablet, before going to Spy. "Let me have a look at the shards, Spy." Spy obliges, reaching into his pocket and giving Ivy the shards, after which she goes back to her podium, placing the shards and the tablet on top.

"Huhh? What are you doing bolt brain?" Hiyoko asked, leaning over her podium to see what Ivy was doing. "Are you tampering with the evidence? That's a big no-no yaknow! I'll bop you!"

"Give me a moment." Ivy picked up one of the shards, placing it on the tablet. There's a moment of silence, before she picked up another shard and held it up to her face. "...okay, I can confirm. This did come from one of the motive video tablets."

“.... What...?” Fay asked quietly at first, her eyes looking around the room before lunging forward and grabbing her podium angrily. “It’s from a tablet? Then-! It’s him! It’s obviously him! Y-You did it! You killed her!!” She practically screamed, looking towards the direction she knew Salient stood in, her eyes cloudy with tears.

After Fay's outburst, Hajime looked at Salient as well. "Salient, do you have a rebuttal?" He asked gently, as to not put any more pressure on him than there already was. "If theres any evidence that doesn't point to you I'd be happy to hear it."

Salient didn't respond, only glaring at Spy. His eyes held a murderous gaze... and those cursed swirls. Death gripping his podium, he spoke only to Spy, who stared back at him. "....you... fucking... rat!"

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“Stop talking... stop, stop, stop...” Angie chanted over and over again, unable to handle all the eyes look at her. “You don’t know anything, you don’t. You can’t. A-Angie made sure no one knew! Until.. U-Until you...” The artist bit the air in Aditi’s direction.

“.....” Aditi didn’t respond, glaring back defiantly. “Really? I’m the cause of your pain? Ironic, considering you started the cruelty to begin with. Now you’re blaming me? You have some nerve.” She snarled.

“You looked into my mind!” The tiny artist shrieked at the taller girl, shoulders shaking violently. “Y-You knew what happened-! You-! You taunted me over it! You h-humiliated me! I-I-I know I began the battle, but I-!” Her shaking suddenly turned to tears, arms wrapping around her own form, hugging herself tightly. “You.. you shamed me. J-Just like my father.. just like my whole island. I can’t... y-you’ll all do the same. It would never b-be the same again if you knew..”

"Angie none of us will humiliate you. It may not be the same but we can help you." Hajime said, taking a glance towards Monokuma and opening his mouth like he was going to say something, but decided against it and left his podium and headed towards Angie. "None of us want to hurt you, humiliate you, or even have this trial to begin with. I promise." He said, extending a hand carefully to her.

Monokuma doesn’t take this too kindly. “Hey, OJ boy! Don’t you know how-”

“Shut up!” Spy cuts Monokuma off. “You’re the one who made this happen, so this is your fault! Shut! The fuck! Up!”

Angie startled worse at the yelling of Monokuma and Spy, looking down at Hajime’s hand and noticeably flinching back. “What are you d-doing..? Why? Angie doesn’t, she... she’s sorry..” She mumbled, looking back with teary eyes only to look away. It was difficult to breathe. “I.... A-Angie’s father.. he... he performed the “Transfer of Atua,” t-to me. I was... very young... v-very... stupid. Angie didn’t u-understand what was h-happening, it-it... everyone w-watched... n-nobody... stopped h-him... it h-h-hurt..” She crumbled in her podium, falling to her knees and full on sobbing into her palms. She needed to hide her face, now that it was out there, everyone knew what she was referring to, surely. They knew her sins. Their gazes never felt so heavy than they did now, leaving her will to stand broken in half.

Hajime's eyes widened as she explained, quickly growing sympathetic. "Its okay, Angie. He can't hurt you anymore." Hajime comforted once more, crouching down to rub circles on her back. "You weren't stupid. You were young and didn't know. We're here to help you."

Ivy puts a hand over her chest as a distraught expression showed on her face, not realizing the extent of what Angie had gone through until now. Vanessa bursts into tears, still remaining silent as she covered her face with her hands. Ivy does notice, but doesn’t intervene.

Salient covers his mouth in disbelief, while Spy sort of blankly stares at Angie, jaw dropped. Ryan has a sympathetic look on his face as his gaze falls to the ground, while Wren gasps and covers their mouth in shock.

Putri made a face of disgust, hoping it wouldn’t be mistaken as one for Angie herself. The thought of going through that.. it made her feel sick. Aditi looked away, her hair blocking the view to her expression completely. Her shoulders shook while taking in a shaky breathe. Finn had a similar reaction, a darker shadow ghosting over his face underneath his bangs, and needing to look away, his grip on the podium noticeably tightening.

Fay got teary eyed, feeling a shared pain in Angie’s story but her mouth worked uselessly at the moment, only gasping at the words she heard. Iyabo grit her teeth, clearly angered by what she had heard. Her instinct was to start yelling about how fucked that was, but she couldn’t find her words either, looking away and growling in frustration.

Miu gasped and started shaking with teary eyes. “Y-You...” The inventor gasped out at first, trying to steady herself on her podium for support. “What the f-fuck...? What the fuck...” She repeated breathlessly.

Leigh seemed frozen in place, staring at Angie in concerned awe. They wanted to be the one to comfort her, but it seemed they were unable to move from their spot and could only stare. Hiyoko on the other hand had a face of visual disgust. She was always disgusted with older men, but this put the cherry on top of the cake. "W-what the hell?" She asked quietly.

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Wait. So if we suspect that two people could have worked together to kill Maisie... The lock was melted with some kind of acid... Salient and Angie have an alibi together... And Maisie had Angie's secret...

Guys, I think those two are looking sus.

"...yeah, I have to agree, it looks like Salient is the obvious suspect." Spy leans against his podium, drumming his fingers on it. "The acid makes him seem like the only candidate. But I just don't see...wait, did you say Maisie had Angie's motive?"

“Hm? Oh? Is that true??” Angie’s eyebrows raised in surprise, tilting her head to the side. “That’s why Maisie tried to talk with Angie and console her? Ah! Atua should’ve seen this coming!” She laughed light and airy.

“... Do you not realize that makes you suspicious?” Aditi asked, glaring down at the artist from afar. “The motive was secrets? If you did not want yours getting out, then it’s likely you’d want to silence the only one who knew.”

"I told you idiots it couldn't possibly be me!" Hiyoko cheered with a laugh. "Weren't those two also friends before this stupid game? It would totally make sense that they worked together!"

"Just in case, however. Do either of you have an alibi at the exact time of the murder?" Hajime asked, glancing at everyone else quickly before continuing. "If they were seen at the exact time of the murder, it would clear them both of suspicion."

"Wait, exact?" Ivy spoke up, a confused expression on her face. "We don't have an exact point of death. All we know is Maisie died sometime last night after 10 pm. We don't know what exact time frame. Plus, considering how unreasonably cold her room was, she could've died an hour before sunrise for all we know. Alibis won't work. We need motives."

Hajime seemed to get flustered for a moment, scratching his neck muttering a small "right.." under his breath. "Then motive wise, it makes sense. And Salient would be the one most likely to use acid without causing harm to himself, making a good accomplice to Angie." Hajime explained, trying to take charge once more after his mistake. "Angie, what was on your video that made you want Maisie to keep quiet?"

Angie startled at being targeted again, her eyebrows shooting up into her hairline. The artist looked genuinely taken aback by the question. “... How-? Aha-!” She laughed tensely. “Why do you.. need to know that? How will this prove Angie’s innocence at all...? Are you...?” She paused, staring with her eyes still wide.

But, it changed. A shadow ghosted over her expression, giving her a thousand yard stare. “Are you trying to shame me..?” She asked lowly, very unlike her usual happy tone.

"Shame you-?" Hajime repeated, a look of confusion plastered on his face. "No not at all! It's just evidence in case you-"

“N-No!” Angie shouted back, slamming her small hands on her podium with an nervous smile spreading upon her face. “You all have not told your secrets, why should Angie tell hers? You don’t understand, I can’t- Angie can’t... just...” Her hands grasped ahold of her pigtails, pulling them in frustration. “This is- is blasphemy! Unfair!”

"..." Salient looks away from Angie, holding his side. Spy glanced over at him, a sympathetic look on his face, before looking over at Angie, remaining silent.

"Oh, that reminds me." Ivy, on the other hand, does not care all that much. "The video was missing."

“What does that prove exactly? Anyone could’ve taken my video. Anyone! Why would anyone pass up the chance for more leverage after they’ve already committed a murder?? Of course they took my video! They shared it with you all too, didn’t they...? They...” Angie started to shake, looking up and glaring at Ivy. “Be quiet, you demon.” She hissed.

Miu squeaked from the venom in Angie’s voice, stepping back anxiously. “Wh-What the fuck is your problem, cult freak!? Stop acting like a psycho! You only look more suspicious!”

"Angie, none of us saw your video. That's why I asked. It's okay if you don't want to share what it is, but it would greatly help figure out who did this." Hajime attempted to comfort. "We need your help Angie. You're only making everyone think you're our killer but I have faith in you."

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Nothing, for a moment. Then, a room with a familiar layout. 17 stands. 16 people. Then, on a throne, Monokuma. The courtroom. All rise, for the trial has begun.

“Hoooooooold up! We’re not starting just yet! I know some of you know how these trials go already, but for those who are unaware, let me explain!”

“Alright, so you guys will vote on who you think is the culprit after the trial is over. If the blackened gets the most votes, they alone will die.”

“But if they don’t get the most votes...they alone will live. They’ll get to escape the island. That is, after they get to watch everyone else die!”

“Also, if the blackened finds themselves in a tied vote, they die. Tie goes to the clean, after all!”

“O-Kay...” Putri muttered, looking around from her podium. “How do we even start? Do we give our guesses on who is guilty first or last? What about the votes? Will we need a ballet? Does the bear provide them!?”

“Don’t think about it so much, just.... fuckin’ start! We gotta present all the clues and shit! One of you cuntbags murdered that bitch, and you’re gonna pay for it!” Miu sneered around at the group, crossing her arms angrily.

With a sigh, Hajime spoke up. "How about we start with something simple to build into it?" He suggested. "How about the weapon? I think we can all agree it's the knife. But where did they get it and can we approximate what time it was taken?"

“Well, considering we’ve all identified it as a kitchen knife, it was most likely taken from the kitchen.” Spy chimed in, pulling on the collar of his undershirt. “As for when it was taken, that’s a mystery. Most likely scenario is that it was taken on the same day as the murder.”

“...there’s also a chance the knife wasn’t taken at all.” Ivy hesitantly spoke up, a hint of uncertainty in her voice. “As far as I know...no one actually checked the kitchen to check if anything was missing. It’s a stretch, I know, but it’s still something to think about. Especially considering...” She trails off, her hands clasping behind her back.

“Ah! That is true, we didn’t have enough time to check the kitchen, did we? How disappointing! But, we can confirm that the one who took the knife is indeed the killer, yes?” Angie suggested, looking around with sympathetic eyes. “If that is the case, then we can simply find who went to the kitchen and conclude they are the killer!”

“Then...that means Hiyoko is a prime suspect. As far as I know, she’s the only one who went to the kitchen that night.” Wren sighed, shoving their hands in their pockets. “I didn’t see a knife on her as she came out, though. Also, what motive would she have to go after Maisie?”

"That's because I didn't have a knife, genius!" Hiyoko defended with a huff, crossing her arms. "I said before that I was getting gummies, that's it! I even have the wrapper in my bedroom trashcan if you wanna dumpster-dive for it!"

“You do see how pitiful of a defense that is, yes?” Aditi hummed, tapping her claws against her podium. “A wrapper is not proof of your innocence. You could have easily used it as a cover up. However, it’s unlikely that Hiyoko is the suspect, no matter how suspicious she is.”

“And why the fuck is that, Bitchclaws?” Miu asked with a scowl.

Aditi blinked at her in unamusement. “There were signs of an obvious struggle, yes? Do we honestly think someone as small and petite as Hiyoko could knock over someone as tall and graceful as Maisie?”

“They are both dancers, Aditi.” Ryan cut in, hands on the podium he stood at. “It is still unlikely, yes, but it is possible. They may be in different disciplines, but Hiyoko could theoretically keep up with Maisie.”

“Ryan, traditional dancing and exotic dancing are two very different disciplines.” Ivy questioned, hands now on her hips. “Maisie was most likely far more agile than Hiyoko is. I seriously doubt Hiyoko would be able to land a hit on her, let alone overpower her.”

Hiyoko quickly got angry, scrunching her nose as she stood on the tip of her shoes to seem taller. "I could so kick her ass if I wanted to! And I'm even more graceful than she is!" She shouted, putting her hands on her hips. "Try me! You'll be crying for your mothers after I stomp on your pathetic skulls!"

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Among the ground that already stood on the sandy beach under the sun, Putri seemed the most confused. “.... Is there a reason we’re just waiting here!? How are we supposed to hold a true trial on the shoreline? You scatterbrains will be distracted by the water!”

“Patience, Putri.” Aditi reminded the littler one, looking around at the group who had already arrived, anxious to keep track of all the live bodies around. They had a job to do after all. Iyabo was sulking with her back turned to everyone, not over her bitterness from Ivy flat out admitting what had happened the night before. Angie idled in place, looking out to sea and gawking at the bounty of colors. “... How do these trials work? Is there a system we must follow?”

“I assume there is. The bear will probably explain it to us once we get there.” Spy was sitting down, staring out into the ocean. “Chances are there’s more to this patch of sand than meets the eye. Considering how there’s a mall of labs underneath the hotel, on this remote island...Monokuma has more up his sleeve, I know it.” In the meantime, Wren was shuffling a deck of cards to pass the time. The sound of the cards were a nice break from the crash of the waves.

Salient stood a little ways away from the group, staring back at the hotel to see anyone who’s coming over. “...there’s a lot riding on this trial. One dies...or one lives.”

"Wow, okay emo." Hiyoko snorted, earning a small look of distaste from Hajime. "Either way, someone's dying so you all better do your best to make sure I'm not involved in the dying part." She said with a small laugh, a cruel attempt of hiding fear.

Leigh approached the group hesitantly, something seeming to be on their mind. They said nothing, however as they promptly went to stand next to Salient. They looked up at him for a moment before looking to the ground, nervously playing with their hair.

“Is this where we’re supposed to meet?” Someone called out to the crowd. It was Ivy, who was bridal carrying Vanessa. Vanessa was undoubtedly awake, but was clinging onto Ivy for dear life, head buried into the other’s chest, dead silent. “...I was expecting something more...befitting the situation.”

Spy turned back to look at Ivy and Vanessa, tilting his head. “...Vanessa doing alright?” Ivy responded with a shake of her head. Spy’s expression became one of concern. “Oh. Another time, then.”

“Nobody gives a fuck how she is anyway.” Iyabo snarked loudly, uncaring of how cruel it sounded. Gasper pawed at the girl’s face, trying to cheer her up, but only got gently pushed away. Fay stood close by, her hands touch her shorter friend’s shoulders in an attempt to calm her down, only to get swatted away as well.

“U-Um...” Fay started, unusually anxious. “Do any of you see the bear? Or do we have to wait on him? He’s not very punctual, huh? Heh..” She attempted to joke.

“He’ll be here when he wants to be here.” Ryan sighs, looking around at the group. “...where’s Finn and Miu? Shouldn’t they be heading this way right now? Why aren’t they here yet?”

“They’ll be here soon, I’m sure of it.” Ivy glanced over at Iyabo for a moment, before putting Vanessa back on her feet. “I’m sure they have good reasons for the delay. We shouldn’t worry about it.”

"Do you think they got caught up in something?" Hajime asked no one in particular, looking towards the hotel with worry. It was clear he was worried something bad happened. "If they aren't here soon someone should go try to find them.."

“... I know ‘m quiet, but I didn’t expect ya ta not notice I was right ‘ere.” Finn suddenly spoke up, indeed he was standing nearby, admiring the ocean out of sight. “‘M ready ta go when y’all are.”

“Let fuckin’ go of me! Aaaah!!!” Miu screeched in the distance, tears in her eyes and clawing at the ground as Monokuma was literally dragging her out of the hotel and to the beach. “You can’t make me do this shit again! You can’t-! Fuck you! You stupid god damn care bear reject!” She hollered while kicking violently at the animatronic.

“Too bad, so sad! You know the rules!” Monokuma ignored Miu’s struggling, and simply dragged her towards the group. Once they both got close, he just let go of Miu and walked towards everyone else. “Alright, everyone’s here now! Now...time to break ground.”

With those words uttered, the patch of beach everyone was on began to sink into the ground. A secret elevator...to parts unknown...

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Well Salient, have you noticed anything missing from your lab recently?

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The static suddenly disappears, and it is replaced by a shot of the door to Salient’s lab. Footsteps could be vaguely heard through the door, before the door flies open, and out come Spy and Salient.

“Jeez, what were you doing last night? There was so much stuff on.” Spy chuckled. “I didn’t think you’d be that careless.”

Salient scoffed. “Was probably the sleep deprivation. I don’t exactly sleep well every night.”

“Hey! There you two nerds are!” Miu came barreling into the conversation with little to no tact. “Are you done fucking it out on your lab table? We’re kinda in the middle of an investigation, if you forgot.” She scoffed, crossing her arms.

Spy rolled his eyes, shoving his hands in his pockets. “I have a girlfriend. If I were to fuck anyone... and for the record, I have not and do not intend to for a while, it would be her.” He scoffs. “Also, we were cleaning up the lab cuz my friend Salie here apparently was too tired to do so last night.”

Salient poked Spy’s side, who flinched a bit. “Hey, I’m right here, you know.”

Miu rolled her eyes in turn, huffing at the pair. “That’s real romantic of ya, glasses. But, need I fucking remind you, there’s a dead chick in our hotel! Couldn’t cleaning your stupid lab have waited til after the trial? Our lives depend on finding clues!”

Spy crossed his arms. “Well, it looked like y’all didn’t need me, so I just decided to go find some other way to be useful. Unless you have another suggestion.” He looked down at the ground, gripping at his sleeves while still keeping his arms crossed. Salient awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck.

“Oh yeah, sure, “we didn’t need you!” Up yours, glasses. You’re fucking girlfriend ran off crying and you didn’t even try to help. I’d dump your ass if I were her!” Miu snarled at Spy, looking to take another shot at him when the televisions littering the area flicked on, causing Miu to squeal.

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Can we help with the lab, too?

“...actually, I’m not sure. Have you guys managed to interact with objects here?” Spy, stop being meta-

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Salient, that's quite the convenient timing for you to rush to your lab..

“I would rather not have my entire lab explode, okay?” Salient made his way towards the elevators. “Once was enough. Never again.” When he got to the elevators, he ran into Spy, who was waiting for whatever reason, even though one of the elevators was already open.

“Oh, hi Salient. Where you heading off to?” Spy gave Salient a wave, not really caring about why he was here.

“My lab. Just remembered I forgot to clean it up. Why, do you wanna help me?” Salient tilts his head.

“Sure.” Spy shrugs. “I got nothing else to do right now.”

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I was gonna say check the palms to see if there was blood on them. That would rule out suicide I think, if she were gripping the knife herself there would be no blood there

“...yep. Blood on the palms. Guess this isn’t a suicide.” Spy puts a hand to his chin, glancing down the hall. “...I need to go do something. Everyone else has the investigation going already.” He quickly runs down the hall, soon going out of sight.

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What happened?!

“Owa?? Someone has died already!?” Angie tilted her head from side to side childishly, getting glances of the body inside the room. “Oh no! The tall dancer has been sent to Atua’s kingdom! What a shame...”

"Ugh, now all our lives are in danger. If we don't find who killed her, we all die except for them." Spy lets out an exasperated sigh, not exactly happy about the current situation. "...so where the fuck do we start?"

Finn couldn’t look at the sight of Maisie’s body, turning away and cringing. “Usually ya get someone ta look at te body, right? Figure out te ‘cause of death an’ other... stuff?” He asked unsurely. “Is anyone a doctor ‘ere?”

"Oh, we need a doctor?" Leigh asked, poking their head through the door. They bounced a little bit, happy to be able to assist. Until they saw Aditi, or at least her figure blocking the body. "Um.. if I could.." They added sheepishly, hoping the taller girl wouldn't be upset at their attempt to help.

“Just go, you blind bat! We need your knowledge now, and only now!” Putri barked angrily, shoving Leigh forward towards the body, despite being much shorter.

They stumbled forwards, trying not to trip over their own feet and ended up right behind the object of their nervousness. Gulping, they went around Aditi, praying she would pay them no mind, as they knelt next to the body to start the autopsy.

Unluckily, Aditi glanced up immediately when something moved in her sight. As Leigh knelt down beside the body, she glared harshly, her eyes ablaze. After a moment of silence, she closed her eyes and sighed. “... Be quick. Don’t try anything funny. Understand?” She growled out to Leigh, begrudgingly.

Leigh looked towards Aditi's voice and nodded quickly, mumbling how they didn't know how fast it would be. They almost hoped she didn't hear it, however. With confidence, they started touching the blood and probing at some of her limbs, looking for information without their sight.

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OH GOD

Who's going to tell Fay that Maisie got stabbed?

“S-Stop it!” She shouted at you with a sudden burst of anger. Her shoulders shook, her foggy eyes darting back and forth anxiously, trying to keep the tears in. “She’s not... no. No. You’re wrong. I-I was... I just-! There’s no way, she’s-!”

“Fay, please, listen to us.” Aditi urged, reaching out to touch her friend’s arm and pull her away from the scene. To try and protect her. “I know she was your friend, but don’t-“

“Don’t touch me!!!” Fay screamed once Aditi grazed her shoulder, making the taller girl flinch back in shock. The blind girl stumbled forward, heading into the room with the body laying inside. “Maisie..? May!” She called out, raising her arms to grope the air, ignoring the pleads and advancing.

"Fay, please listen to us.." He said, carefully going behind her, not touching her as she requested. "I know how it feels to lose someone you love before you can tell them.. she may be gone but we aren't. We're here for you, okay?"

"...Fay, he's right. As much as I hate to admit it...there's nothing we can do anymore. She's gone. All we can do now is...try and bring the killer to justice. " Spy couldn't bear to look at the body anymore. He turned away, moving towards the back of the group.

“... Stop. Just-! Stop!!! Don’t act so c-calm about this! What’s wrong with-!?” Fay nearly yelled in anger, but shoved her words away, moving closer and closer to her target.

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During the next morning, everyone began gathering in the dining area. In the middle of the large table given for them to sit, Putri sat proudly atop her seat and seemed to be telling a story. “And that is how I single handedly dethroned the ruler of our neighboring village! I ripped the pretty hair off of his severed head, and kept it as a trophy, to remind our new subjects of who is in charge now!”

“C-Can’t you tell I’m trying to eat, you hellspawn!? Nobody here likes hearing about your decapitation adventures of stealing people’s heads and their hair. Psycho midget...” Miu grumbled, shoving her food away, having lost her appetite after that gruesome story.

Spy just chuckles. “Somebody’s not desensitized yet.” He gets up to refill his empty plate. There’s another plate of food where he sat, but that one hasn’t been touched at all. “I’m fairly certain that’s one of the more tame stories Putri has to offer, Miu.”

"I have to agree with Miu.." Hajime said between bites of his own breakfast, not wanting to speak with his mouth full. "I'd rather not hear about decapitation. At least not first thing in the morning when I'm trying to eat." He added before going back to his meal as if the conversation didn't happen. He didn't mind the conversation, the background noise was nice, but he'd prefer a better topic..

“Angie thinks it was a wonderful story, Putri! The perfect kind to wake you up in the morning time! Soooo, exhilarating!” Angie praised, not put off and still calmly eating her breakfast. “In fact, it reminds me of a story my mother once-!”

Fay stumbled into the scene quite loudly on accident, interrupting Angie’s story. “Hey guys! Sorry, I slept in! I’m more of night owl, y’know?” She giggled, making her way over to the table and patting the surface to be sure of where she was. “I think Iyabo and Aditi are busy, but they’ll be here soon. Maisie too! Is everyone else here?”

“...almost everyone. Ivy and Vanessa haven’t showed up yet.” Ryan looks around the table to double check. “It’s strange, they usually always come in together. Did something happen?”

Leigh made a small "yahoo" to themselves when they found the correct room, proud of themselves for making it to where everyone else was. "Those two? I dunno. Didn't hear them on the way here." Leigh responded to the question they heard as they entered, causally strolling over to get some food for themself.

Before Leigh could reach the giant gathering of food, a sound so loud it pierced all of their ears rung out into the air. A blood curling a scream that it could be heard clearly from outside the hotel.

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ohh okay kinda suckz ngl

do you want a funny image while you all are stuck in there cuz i got alot

“Ehh, sure. Not much is happening, anyway. It’s starting to get boring. Like, something has to happen soon, right?” Spy sighs. Hopefully this isn’t foreshadowing something...

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