This is some weird crossover I came up with between Corpse Party and the Ao Oni/Blue Demon game series. It's mostly Ao Oni-based but it does contain elements from Corpse party, so I'm deeming this a strange kind of crossover between the two.
WARNING: Lots of death and gore ahead, along with insanity and evil demons. You've been warned.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Corpse Party, the Ao Oni series, Hiroshi, Takeshi, Takeru, Mika, or the haunted mansion. They belong to their original owners.
CLAIMER: I own the storyline and all the other kids in this story. No stealing!
An Ao Oni/Corpse Party Crossover
What Lies Within the Mansion
Prologue
Everyone always thought Hiroshi Takagawa was a strange kid.
And that was before we heard the rumors.
He didn't like sports. He didn't like to make friends. He kept everyone away from himself. He treated everyone like pests. There was one thing he continually wanted people to know about himself.
"There's no such thing as monsters. It's scientifically impossible."
None of us knew why he said it all the time. Everybody knows monsters don't exist. They're just creatures from stories meant to scare kids into behaving properly. Why was Hiroshi so obsessed with that fact?
Then we heard the rumors.
Everybody around Hiroshi seemed to mysteriously vanish. Some say it's accidental. Others call it a curse.
Family…
Friends…
Teachers…
Classmates…
Anyone and everyone that got too close to Hiroshi…
They all just…disappeared…
And they were never heard from…ever again…
Maybe we should've taken it as a warning sign. But we didn't. We were just a class full of teenagers. Teenagers full of attitude with no room for fear. We weren't scared. If anything, this excited us. It gave us a challenge to overcome—get close to Hiroshi and see if you disappear.
So that's what we did. That whole year was spent forcing Hiroshi to acknowledge and spend time with all of us. If anything, I have to say I was the most successful.
I suddenly wish I wasn't.
I should've listened to Hiroshi. Listened to the rumors. If we had, none of this could've happened. Hell, Hiroshi warned me himself before it happened! If I had just left when he told me to, I might've…
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Not that it matters. It's already too late. None of us can be saved. Hiroshi knew that. That's why he tried to warn me.
How ironic…
I was the one to get the closest to Hiroshi. I was the one he tried to save before we all…
In light of all that's happened…and how it all ended…I can't hate Hiroshi… Not completely, at least. He tried to save me. I was just too stupid to listen.
"Takuro? Takuro!"
Maybe if I had…listened, that is…this wouldn't have happened. I would've never ended up here. I wouldn't be…
"Takuro! Damn it, Takuro, I told you! Why didn't you listen to me? Takuro!"
Oh…
Hiroshi's crying? Funny, I never saw him do that before. We barely got him to smile and laugh before all this. Now he's crying because of me. How funny…
"Damn it, Takuro! Why didn't you just leave? I told you not to come! Why don't you ever listen, you bastard?! Takuro!"
I can feel blood pouring out of me. From my chest, my throat, my mouth… It just won't stop.
"I warned you! I fucking warned you! Why wouldn't you damn well listen, Takuro?!"
I can't help but smile, despite my bloody appearance. Hiroshi looks so upset… He deserves to be.
"Damn it! Damn it! DAMN IT! I tried to tell you to get out but you… You never listen! The one time I try to stop someone and they ignore me completely! Damn it, Takuro!"
"…Hiro…shi…"
"Takuro? Don't talk! You'll—"
"You know…what I…think…?"
"…What?"
I'm smiling. I probably look like some insane killer just before he dies at the hands of the cops. I don't mind.
"I hope…that you…"
I'm coughing, blood splashing my clothes and Hiroshi's. He doesn't flinch away. No surprise there. He's far too used to this by now. It's almost sickening.
"That I…what? What is it, Takuro?"
I smile again. How cruel can I possibly be, I wonder?
"I hope…that you die in here…so that this…can never happen again…"
From the look on his face, I've been impossibly cruel just now. I don't mind. He deserves it. I don't hate him for all that's happened, but I'll never be able to forgive him.
Sorry, bud, but that's the truth. Take it or leave it. I'm not changing my mind…not this time.
"Takuro?"
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"Takuro!"
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"TAKURO!"
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It was raining outside when I died. I wonder if God was crying for all the lives lost in this place… All the blood spilled… All the betrayals dealt… All the insanity created…
I wish God had struck this place down with a bolt of lightning. I wish God had burned it to the ground and left nothing but ash. I wish God had stopped this at its very beginning.
Maybe then, none of us would've disappeared…
