So after several hours of gut wrenching horrors of playing Book of Shadows. I've decided that Corpse Party will be my next project. Seriously, it has a lot of potential that very few are using so don't mind if I do. Well, some of you might be conflicted because bringing a negater hero like Kamijou would have destroyed the very essence of horror, since fear and absolute despair is the rampant predominant theme of Corpse Party. Regardless, I'll find a way for it to work. If I can't, then I'll just rip off the horror genre and slap Touma's hero mode full power.
One thing I've been meaning to try is turning the escape option off, which seems to be everyone's focus in Corpse Party. So I made it that Kamijou didn't do the Sachiko Ever After charm. That means even appeasement won't be enough to ensure his safe passage.
This teaser had now changed into an official prologue, enjoy it guys.
The Extraordinary Horror in His Everyday Life. Sachiko_Ever_After
Let me tell you something about a certain person called Kamijou Touma.
Kamijou Touma is an unlucky person.
Ah, let me fix that sentence.
Kamijou Touma is an extremely unlucky person.
Ever since he was born, his entire life was entirely filled with misfortune. There were no days without him having his shoes untied and fell to the floor, or his homework which he had spent several painful hours suddenly bitten off by dogs, or chased by delinquents just for passing them by, or being called pervert for accidentally sticking his hand into a girl's skirt by some dumb accident, or get stuck into an elevator in the highest floor for hours, or getting into a fight to the dead with magicians, espers or any other extraordinarily powerful being with the fate of the world on the line. Recently the last one was the predominant bits, much to his bitter resentment.
Ah, and did I ever mentioned he lost his memories too?
Yes, Kamijou Touma is a very, very, extremely, incredibly and utterly unlucky person whose every single fiber of his being was synonymous with misfortune.
Actually, it's just his right hand, but you get the point.
And so...
Let me tell you something else.
It's about a certain place called Heavenly Host Elementary School.
Just like Kamijou Touma, that place was also synonymous with misfortune.
Back in the 1953, the nurse of the school suddenly went missing and was presumed dead. The next month, there were four serial kidnappings committed by a teacher. In 1970s, the three children were found dead and the teacher was found crazed and insane and was sent to an asylum. He latter escaped and committed suicide in the school's basement. The whereabouts of the fourth child, Shinozaki Sachiko, was not disclosed to the public due to obvious reasons. That's still not the end of it though. Because several years afterwards, the principal of Heavenly Host suddenly went mad and suddenly jumped from the school's rooftop and killed himself.
Like I said, that place was utterly filled to the brink with misfortune.
Unlike Touma's heartfelt and comedy-like misfortune though, this one was covered with the deep red of blood and gore. The school was so filled with death that everyone that walked down the hall can feel that every single part of the school was eerily filled something they could describe as something wrong. Oh well, luckily the school was torn down in the end, right?
Wrong.
Very few knows the truth.
The school might have been closed and torn down in the 70s but something else even worse came out of it.
No, I'm not talking about Kisaragi Academy that was built on top of its former building.
It's about the Heavenly Host itself.
That school still exists.
And that school is still filled with death.
With the passage of time, that scent of death will only become even thicker.
The situation grows even worse when an occultist by the name of Saenoki Naho found out about its existence.
A course of event led her to post a note in her blog. It said that if you wish to forever remain friends for eternity, with the paper Sachiko doll in hand, you and your friends needs to gather around in a circle and each of you must grip firmly onto the proxy doll. Then, you only need to recite "Sachiko, we beg of you", one time for each participant present plus once more for Sachiko herself. After chanting, everyone holding onto the paper doll pulls it apart, leaving each person with a paper doll scrap.
Succeeding in the ritual causes nothing to occur. However, performing the charm incorrectly either by repeating the phrase too many times or too few, invokes the wrath of Sachiko and fail the ritual. And the participants actually do not need to recite the chant once more for Sachiko as the original only requires the chant to be recited with the number of participants present.
And thus, it causes those that follows that instruction to be dragged into the abominable school where the dead roams the halls.
That website was like a direction for the sheep to walk into their slaughter.
Anyone that read her blog and decided it was a good idea was certainly one of the most unluckiest person in the world.
Ayumi Shinozaki was one such person.
She read the blog of Saenoki Naho and decided to let her friends and teacher from Kisaragi Academy to perform the ritual. She wanted it to be a farewell present to her friend Mayu Suzumoto who was transferring into another school. Little does she know that she was leading herself and eight other people into hell, with four of them never coming back.
But there is one small glitch...
It was something so simple and impossible that it looked like the universe was purposefully toying at him.
In the end, even if Ayumi did accidentally lead her friends into their dooms, no one in this world is capable of much more misfortune than Kamijou Touma.
(Kamijou Touma)
The entire hall was dark and damp. Traces of blood and dead bodies strewn about at every corner. Some of the doors and all windows were mysteriously sealed shut. Whenever he tried to break open a window, nothing seems to work. He tried to use his right hand once, but then the broken glass suddenly reformed itself from the pieces. The entire place was like a haunted school... which considering his track record is not totally impossible.
None of this is a good sign to Kamijou Touma.
"Of all the places I've gotten myself into... It's a horror genre now? ...Fukou da."
For some reason, despite being a veteran(?) of several deadly conflicts, Kamijou still cringed whenever he sees a dead body. Whether or not it was a good sign is debatable since a battlefield is not a place to be distracted, but at least it was a sign that his conscience is still very much intact.
Furthermore, he needs to find the students from before.
The key to this incident lies on those people.
"Well, although I doubted that those normal students untouched by those forces that exist outside normal norms would want to be in a place like this."
There was once an incident called Angel Fall.
Just like the name, it was an incident where an angel was forced down into the Earth under the basis of Kabbalah. It ended up into a complete chaos with everyone's faces and roles were completely switched over.
Despite the worldwide severity of the situation, that incident was in reality just a horrific accident caused by a concerned father trying to fix the misfortune of his son.
Kamijou Touma recalled that incident and was convinced that the same thing must have happened here.
Those students might have heard some sort of urban legend ritual which contained some sort of horrific magical value, and when they decided to carry them out just for fun, it was likely that those ritual carried them over to this horrible place.
"Man, in the end, it all comes down to their misfortune. Though I'm not really one to say..."
After all...What are the odds of someone suddenly passing by a group of people sent into a place of horror because of some sort of ritual they were doing?
And what are the further odds that someone tried to help said group only to fell into the same hole they had created?
"...Haha, d-didn't I ended up here without even knowing what kind of ritual it was or what they were doing? Dammit! This means I'm even more unluckier than they are!"
In any case, this situation is bad.
After all, if there are dead bodies here, then something must have caused them to die in the first place.
And from the numerous stab wounds, cuts and bashes from the remains, it was highly unlikely that they died of accidents or natural causes.
Normal people would just avoid looking at the corpse altogether and missed this obvious but important details or try to deny the facts to ease their beating chests. However, after what he went through though, Kamijou could not exactly be called normal.
He reluctantly accepted the obvious facts that something dangerous here was killing people and those normal students that probably have never experienced the abnormalities of science and magic are in greater danger than a veteran(?) like him."
Honestly, what in the world is this place? It looks like a classroom but this place is just like that hell in Russia."
Just like back then, this place has the scent and flavour of death all over it.
And Kamijou dreaded what might happen to those students that have taken a step into a battlefield like this.
It will not give any exception or discrimination to those that step into it, whether it was innocent or guilty, veteran or amateurs, all of them are in danger of losing their lives. That is what a battlefield truly is.
He needed to find those students, figure out what this place is and find a way to get out.
But before he could decided which way to go.
"Grrr..."
A low growl.
That was all the warning he had before a sledgehammer fell down into his head.
"...!"
The sledgehammer bashed through his skull, leaving Kamijou bleeding and dying his last breath.
...Or so it should have been.
Instead, a sound of broken glass rang out.
The steel tip of the sledgehammer that had been stained by the blood of countless victims suddenly broke into multiple fragments and disappeared.
"...Damn you!"
He was still alive.
The still living Kamijou Touma glared ferally at his sledgehammer wielding assailant (although he was sweating bullets and screaming "Kyaah! Kyaah! That was too damned closeeeeeeeee!" deep inside). With his ambusher in full view, Kamijou suddenly froze.
He was a large, giant man wearing a worker's flanel outfit. His eyes have blood coming out of it. His entire clothes have small drips of stains. Almost as if he had been within outside during a rain or something. Raindrops usually does not have red as its color though.
However, what made him stood out was not his menacing appearance but the strange, sickening aura he has.
Unlike the opponents Kamijou had been fighting before, all of which have some sort of goals they wanted to achieve, this one was made only to kill and kill and kill and kill.
This person radiated death and malice so much that Kamijou was forced to swallow a nervous gulp."
Goddammit, I should have expected something as messed up like you to appear in a place as messed up such as this!"
"Graaaaaaaaauuggghh...! Gruaaaaaaarrgh!"
(H-Huh?)
The bloodthirsty monster let out a strange, gurgled sound.
But first, a question.
How did Kamijou survived such a fatal surprise attack?
There are two answers for that.
Precognition.
It was an unconscious, instinctual skill born from his numerous fights with those abnormal espers and magicians. From the slight shift in the air to something insignificant like a bad feeling. All those small fleeting things gave Kamijou the warning signs and directions he needed to react within the split second that separated life and death.
And, of course...The right hand that negated the supernaturals.
Imagine Breaker.
He had moved that greatest weapon he has in reflex and it made contact with the blunt tip of the sledgehammer just an inch before the sledgehammer made contact with its initial target. Of course, if it was an ordinary sledgehammer then his right arm would have been split into two halves but that doesn't seem to be the case.
Regardless, Kamijou Touma has survived the initial contact against this enemy. Something only few in this place could do.
And besides, something about the contact with his weapon and Kamijou's right hand had stirred an unexpected reaction from the giant man.
"What a mess." Kamijou grimaced.
When he let out that strange sound, Kamijou can't help but feel that there is something different deep with the man in front of him.
It's like the feeling of waste of seeing a brand new plasma tv being broken down into scraps and was used to create a rundown bathroom toilet.
Whoever this person used to be has been drastically changed into the monster he is right now.
"I still don't know what just happened or what this godforsaken place is, but if you want a fight, you just got one. "
The giant threw his pointless sledgehammer aside and drew upon a bloodied knife from his pocket.
Kamijou Touma raised and clenched his right hand violently.
The entire darkness of this school seems to grind to a halt.
It was as if it has realized that instead of facing a powerless, fearful prey, it were facing a predator with the darkness itself as the prey.
The unexpected and inconceivable clash between the giant monster and the not-so-normal high school student begins.