Greetings my victims-ahem-guests! I welcome you humble to Heavenly Host Elementary. A group of 10 kids recently joined us here for a thrilling adventure. But, unfortunately, I only have seen 3 face to face. Oh? You know the others? Do share, will you? Hehehe...

Hello everyone! Violence here! So... this is a fic about 10 high-schoolers who get stuck in Heavenly Host, blah blah blah. Gonna make this short. I made 3 of the 10 teens, but am in need of 7 more! Use the form below to create a character (if you want), and the 7 most interesting will be used! You can make more than 1, too! If I don't have enough characters in 2 days, I will make some more up. Oh, my characters you ask? It's a surprise eh. But, the basics are; one is a female, tsundere artist named Kiro Dakunaito. My second is the class clown boy, named Shun Ketsuke. My third is the father figure of the gang, as well as Class Rep named Seitaro Yota. Here's the form if you wanna get involved~!

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AAAAND. Without further adieu, the prologue!

A girl in a red dress led a larger man down a long, rotting corridor. The thick stench of blood didn't seem to reach her nose, and the slick blood underfoot didn't seem to faze her at all.

The man trudged after her reluctantly, moaning and groaning inhuman words.

Suddenly, the girl stopped, and looked up. Her skin was ash gray, her hair a dull, matted black. Her eyes were a lifeless shade of gray, devoid of any shine or emotion. Her neutral expression changed only slightly, her pupils growing smaller and a grin starting on her face.

"Looks like 10 more just joined us too! This is a lucky lucky day! So many lights... So little time left before they die out... This is the most people we've had at one time!" The girl giggled in a sing-song tone. Her grin was slowly widening.

The man made no more sounds.

"This is lovely! It's like a party... Heh... Soon to be a party of corpses!" She cackled, her expression maniac as she twirled bloody scissors around her finger. Her walk had turned to a skip, her feet splashing through puddles of blood and organs. The man had to drag his leaden feet faster to keep up with the psychotic girl.

Suddenly, the scissors stopped twirling. The two bloody figures rounded a corner, only to find three silhouettes communicating at the end of the barely illuminated hallway. They passed by quickly, not noticing the two, leaving them in utter darkness. All was silent for a moment, before the girl in the red dress began to giggle, opening and closing the scissors as she walked towards the intersection the figures disappeared off of.

"This will certainly be fun... I want you to chase them... Chase them into the murderous dark.. Heheh..."

The zombified man groaned, left with no choice but to oblige as he stomped off into the shadows.