Okay, so... my first M rated FanFiction. This will be because of gore. After all, this IS Corpse Party.

This chapter is quite innocent next to the events in the future chapters. Well, this is before Sachiko became a psychotic lunatic, so I guess it makes sense.

WARNINGS: Lotsa gore comin' right up! Not in this particular chapter, but later. Do NOT read unless you can deal with that. Then again, anybody reading this has probably already read/watched/played Corpse Party, so you should already know what it's like by now.

This particular story is mainly set in the game universe (not entirely sure what this version is called- to YouTube fans, the one that PewDiePie, Cryaotic and probably lots of other YouTubers have played). It will also be a mix of the game and the anime, Tortured Souls. But if you're only familiar with the game/anime, you do not need to watch/play the other to understand this story, so don't worry.

Anyway, I should probably shut up now.

Allons-y!


PART I

One-

Tick Tock, Goes The Clock

The evening sunlight streams through the glass of the windows, catching the dark eyes of the small child skipping along the corridor. She stops to stare at the sky, gracefully shifting a stand of black hair that has fallen between her eyes so that it is now out of her face.

Sachiko Shinozaki likes the colour orange. She likes it even better when it is contrasted with a deeper red, almost a crimson. That is what she sees right now: a picturesque orange sky, complete with small, thin red clouds. She especially like it when she and her mother Yoshie count the clouds together, then try and make shapes out of them. Sachiko always tries to spot a feline shaped cloud, because she loves cats. In fact, if she's really lucky, her Okā-san might have bought her that cat plush she saw in that shop window. She begged Yoshie constantly for it.

As a child with few friends, Sachiko finds sanctuary in the imaginative world of playing games with her toys. It is to be expected for a child of her age. She like to bring the to school with her, but sometimes the other children find it funny to take her toys and hide them, or refuse to give them back by ganging up on her and shoving into a corner so she'll end up lying on the ground with tears in her eyes, watching as the children taunt her. Once, a particularly mean group of boys a year older cut up a white cat plush right in front of little Sachiko.

When she is bullied, she runs to her mother, the school nurse. Yoshie and Sachiko have an extremely strong bond and Sachiko's Okā-san can always make her feel better.

'Don't listen to them, Sa-chan,' Yoshie will say. 'I love you with all my heart.'

And Sachiko will reply, 'I love you too, Okā-san.'

Then they'll hug and everything will be alright, and Yoshie will take Sachiko home where she can read her darling child a wonderful bedtime story, full of exciting adventures in a mystical world...

But not today. Today there were no horrid incidents with the other children, so Sachiko never had to run and find her Okā-san so Yoshie could confort her. Instead, the teacher made everyone sing for Sachiko and the other children all had to be especially nice to her, because today is the nineteenth of July, Sachiko Shinozaki's birthday...

Sachiko blinks a few times as she stares at the clouds, far away and high above the earth, somewhere beyond the reach of anyone cruel, a place Sachiko sometimes dreams about. The new seven-year-old takes her eyes of the sky and continues down the corridor, heading for the staircase which will take her to the floor above where Yoshie's office is.

Sachiko closes her eyes and whispers, 'Please let Okā-san have gotten me that really nice kitty plush... please let Okā-san have gotten me that really nice kitty plush...' She chants this a few more times, a hopeful smile on her face. Yoshie had a strange twinkle in her eyes this morning on the way to school as she told Sachiko about the present the birthday girl will receive after school, which makes Sachiko think that maybe, just maybe, she'll get that cat plush she really wants... and if she does get it that she give her Okā-san the biggest hug ever, and she'll take the plush everywhere she goes, and she won't let anyone take it from her or destroy it, because that cat plush will become her best friend, a symbol of the love between her and her Okā-san...

A faint cry of alarm comes from the end of the corridor, and Sachiko can just make out a figure collapsing to the ground through the haze of light penetrating the windows to land on the ground in rectangular patches every few feet. The silhouette is crumpled on the floor at the bottom of the staircase leading to the floor above, the body lying sprawled out, the neck and head at a very weird angle in comparison to the rest of the body.

Sachiko doesn't understand. Is it a person? Why are they they not moving? She tentatively approaches the unmoving figure at the bottom of the stairs, the features of the body becoming more prominent as the seven-year-old draws closer.

Another figure, this one a bulky man that Sachiko recognises as the principal, comes down the steps, visibly shaking in the faint light. Sachiko halts, watching him confusedly. His eyes are hidden behind the lenses of his circular glasses, which are reflecting the light of the setting sun. He bends down to asses the situation, glancing up and down at the body, seeing for himself how serious the situation is.

'Shi... Shinozaki-kun... I didn't... I never meant for- oh no. Oh no, oh no, oh no. Shinozaki-kun!'

It is at that point that the seven-year-old girl (who, as of yet, hasn't been noticed by the principal who is currently facing her) recognises broken figure at the bottom of the steps.

'Okā-san?' Sachiko asks, her big eyes open wide in fright.

The principal gives a violent jump, spinning around the face her.

The child freezes, her mind sent into a turmoil. Is Okā-san alright? Why isn't she moving? Did she fall? Okā-san?

'Sachiko-kun,' the man breathes, his voice calm and rather cold. 'You... you saw, didn't you?'

Sachiko takes a step back, scared of the tone in his voice. Okā... Okā-san... you have to wake up now...

'You did see,' the principal says, abandoning the body at his feet as he slowly approaches Sachiko, her small form falling into his shadow.

The child continues to back away, the horror of what has happened beginning to grip her emotionally. She can feel a huge lump in her throat and there are tears welling in her eyes. Not to mention the terror rising within her, threatening to burst out in a scream. She's begging her mother now internally. Okā-san, please wake up... please...

'You just had to see, didn't you?' the principal murmurs, his voice coming out as a ghostly hiss. Sachiko finally lets out a tiny gasp of fear as the principal reaches down to grab her arm, before she spins around, ready to run as fight as her short, shaking legs will allow her. The principal hand closes around her thin, pale wrist. His grip is like steel, and there's no way the tiny girl will be able to escape his iron grasp. It's hopeless. It's over.

'Aaaah, no!' Sachiko wails, tugging desperately in the hope that a miracle will happen, that this man will release her and she'll be able to escape, that her Okā-san will rise up and save her and that everything will be okay... Please, Okā-san! Please...!

The principal pulls her closer, spinning her around. Sachiko catches one final glimpse of her mother behind the principle (still unmoving, never moving again) before the man's fingers close around her throat.

Sachiko's eyes burn with tears. She whimpers, her voice now choking out the noise. 'Aaaaahhhh... urghhh...'

Can't breathe, can't-

Can't-

Can't BREATHE-

O-

Ok-

Okā-

Okā-san-

Please-

PLEASE-

Her eyes roll back into her skull, catching one final glimpse of the orange light before it morphs into a crimson shade before finally fading into black.

Please...

Pleas...

Plea...

Ple...

Pl...

P...


Okā-san- an affectionate term for one's mother.
Chan- an affectionate term for someone close to you, generally young and/or female.
Kun- a suffix used when referring either to a male child/teenager, an affectionate term for a male member of the family or someone lower in status to you (for either gender).

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