Pale as snow long attached skin. Differing in size by a inch in width fingers, and hands. Fingernails having no long extensions, or any painted colors. Knuckles looking more stronger, more readier to throw a punch even while the hands were unclenched. Barely visible small hairs residing against the pale snow skin, going all the way from the palms and wrists, to the arm sockets.
Heaving in one long, almost calmful breath, the intervener let it out. Arms slowly sliding down with open palms leaving its face. Fully exposing the left eye, while the right remained covered. Many hairs forced over it, stitches entwined at the upper left and lower right spots next to the hidden eye socket. The put together Black hair forming an currently permanent eyepatch.
The left tool of sight blinked like any other eye. As well as moved about ever slightly, at the command of its owner. Paying close attention to the dark brown iris, set in the center of a solid white background. Though, there seemed to be something covering the upper half of it. Continuously appearing, barely.
Shaking its head, the Intervener let its left hand rise. The middle and index fingers softly drumming up pass the chin, pale pink lips, the somewhat pointed nose, and then stop on the nose bridge. Halting their action before resting flat against it. While the right hand resting upon a sink's right knob. The only seeable eye having no need to follow the action. Staring at the mirror beforehand, thinking.
Just then, with a small twitch of the eye, the resting fingers resummed movement. Brushing upward until they dug into the flock of Black hair. Driving slowly through and pass many strands, before being stopped by one apparently standing above the others. Excluding one just like it, though it was off to the side and was half its size.
An ahoge, shaped like an lighting bolt. Barely making any movement as the head tilted left and right. As if a strong gel or something of the sort kept it in place. Of course, It knew how. But wouldn't think of it, not too important.
Shaking its head a second time, the intervener made both hands meet by raising the other. Pulling them both inches away from its face, placing them directly across from its cheeks. Clenching and Unclenching, with a few more deep breathes following. While the mind was sent searching and pushing through information, stored in memory. All the way until a particular set was uncovered. Though, the Intervener prevented its mental self from gazing at said information for long. It just took note of everything required, before pulling its thoughts away from said information.
Walking out of the private restroom, the intervener pulled the sliding door close. Pinching and Pressing the hidden spot under the sideburn, causing Its eye to brighten. Leading It to loom around, and fully re-take in the next room's proportions. While Its feet found its way over to where the half blue Monokub was resting
A bedroom, no windows on any walls. Everything being mostly neat, besides the singular beds' sheets having been ruffled. The cause being the small Monokub that It brought in, and had roughly put down onto the bed.
Beyond that, a few drawers and shelves were present. With books that were divided into two groups of either being touched and read, or were left to simply take up space. Then there was cd cases, jars of sealed honey, and broken pieces of an long ago trashed guitar. On the opposite of the room, folded clothes rested on top one dresser. An squibbled on sticky note placed on top of the pile. Intended, if they were wanted, for the other unconscious being located in another bedroom.
Stopping at the side of the bed, The single dark brown eye returned towards Its next self-assigned objective. Looking the 1 foot beartronic up and down, before reaching to the left. Hand making contact with a handle, and then immediately pulled out a whole drawer. Placing it down in front of the dresser whence it came. With fingers quickly pushing themselves into the wooden, rectangular container. Brushing and pressing back and forth between various placed tools. Feeling around for an specific, familiar handle, or at least the metal shaped end.
After a minute of pacing the fingers back and forth, eye still focusing on the Monokub, the intended tool was found. An screwdriver with a special, bumpy pattern inscribed on the handle. With a very narrow pointed end, the only use being to use it on one or all Monokubs, since they're outward designs have four or so screws embedded in. Their exact size hiding them from plain sight, and unless one would have an amazing sight, no one would be able to spot them.
In the Intervener's case however, that wasn't too much a problem. Getting down It's knees, the process began with using one hand to pull the Monokub around and over. Having its eye scan about before finding those screws. And then went to work. With its singular eye turning away, not needing to watch the action unfold. As the hands seemed to operate quite well without visual guidance.
Regarding the Monokubs: Ever since they made their first appearance, they've grabbed ahold high levels of attention from all who first laid eyes on them. With said attention being a huge mixture of different reactions and feelings. Amazement, Intrigued, Curiosity, Joy, Blank faces, etc. Afterward, those said feelings began to churn and twist around. Either changing and becoming different feelings entirely, with the first few experiences of their attitudes and voices. Or, those borned feelings were dug in one or two levels deep, some alterations still happening but not exactly affecting the overall opinion.
Moving on and through the Curiosity viewpoint. The question of how do the Monokubs operate may have been mentally asked. Did they work entirely like their 'father' from within? Or was there some alternate setup with the inner wires and metals?
Though the question basked some pressure on the intervener, to just turn Its head over so Its eye could watch the unfolding work. The Intervener was able to put up a struggle, keeping it all in its brain. So the pressure doesn't leak out onto Its physical body, and tamper the hands. More importantly, not mess up on doing the checkup to see if the Monokub wasn't in a dead state.
As the physical digits continued exploring the beartronic's inner back, the facial features of the tiny machine caught the Intervener's attention. Although It had already taken note of the two different shaped eyes, the individual stars painted around each one, and the close resemblance to the monochromed bear, seeing these details up close was peculiar in a way. It had never encountered any of the Monokubs, face to face. The only ways It could and actually did got a look, was in secret blueprints within manuals, and by watching through a screen.
This first encounter was...a loose possibility to be expected, checking out the system and all. The entire makeup of the Monokub however, the blue and white colors being divided right down the middle, the tiny unique details put into the face to differentiate it from the others. The experience caused...some bout of interest, that seemed to clash against an set expectation. Like a tearing between three feelings: confusion, indifference, and intrigue. With the occurrence not necessarily being unnatural, for It had gone through similar times again and again previously. While also...not bringing about a large distraction to It's work.
Despite the fluctuation of clashing impressions and feelings, the intervener eventually took this first(or technically second) in person occurrence all within. Its outside character still holding an neutral and calm demeanor, with the lips remaining a thin line. And as some few minutes went by, the hands-on check up procedure finished. Resulting in finding no major interior damage, the Monokub was just in a deep sleep as a result of the fall. Though there was something off about a section of the inner systems. Nothing too big, just something particularly questionable. Something that would have to be looked into later, privately.
Reattaching and closing the back piece, along with carefully reconnecting the screws back in place. The intervener finally let Its eye gaze on the bear's back. Suddenly earning multiple, tiny irritations affecting Its brain. Causing Its eye to shut forcefully, and a hand to lift up and plant itself against the forehead. Feeling as if many needles were being injected together. With the pain being leveled worse than some migraine.
And the cause was pretty obvious. The pressure previously, acting like a tight hold of sorts. When said hold would loosen and seem to dissipate after moments of resistance, the irritations would take some more minutes before attacking the brain. Quickly bringing about hurt, as if it was sometype of punishment.
The Intervener stayed kneeled like that for a full minute, fingernails scratching against the forehead. Before the irritations suddenly went away, needles being pulled out one by one and two by two. Until none remained injected, providing some sort of peace. Along with a silent warning: Resist an urge and this may happen.
Releasing a grunt, the intervener turned Its attention to the drawer to the left. Deciding to place it back in the dresser, dropping the screwdriver back in. Then made sure to close it. Not fretting that the Monokub would try to use any of the tools inside as weapons. 'He' would prefer crushing someone with one of those robots, the giant machines only he and his siblings could pilot, the Exisal. Or perhaps his personal guitar, using it to bash someone's head or face.
Moving on, the intervener walked over to the neatly stacked clothes. Lifting them up with one hand, resting on the palm. No difficulty experienced in balancing the clothes. Then began to head to the only other door in the room.
About half way, It stopped itself. Giving the half blue Monokub one last look. Checking to see if It did cover the hole in 'his' shoulder. And in fact, there it was. A quickly made and set down bandage to stop the blood and oil pouring out, was present. Something It had made sure to do first after dropping the Monokub down here. Though the action had faded from memory, for just a bit.
Now that was done, It left the room and exited out into a dim lit corridor. Closing the door behind with Its free hand, It look down the right and left pathways. Before recentering It's sight in front, the next destination being the door right across.
Slowly pushing the dark door open, the light from the corridor and from Its visible eye, giving the dark room some illumination. The Intervener left the door open, and immediately approached the bed. Re-noting how it was similarly set up, pressed against the left wall, while two dressers pressed next to the wall facing end. Three drawers assigned to each, with nothing resting inside each.
Bringing the clothes down onto the left dresser top, the intervener gave the bundle a single pat. Pressing Its palm down an inch, before It felt a small object resting underneath the sticky note. Nodding, It pull the hand away. Then looked over to the unconscious blonde, covers having been placed above her. To keep her warm from the usual cold temperature that resided in the air there. Or more appropriately, to add on, due to the pink sweater vest and love sleeved white shirt she wore. Them both providing some efficient warmth.
This bedroom the Intervener placed her in, was mostly the same in comparison to the previous room. The only differences being that the books were neighbored by a few old comic books. Along with a two musical instruments sprawled against the corner of the room, specifically a flute and violin. Then there was a small, dirty square box, housing something within that only needed a particular set of batteries. Batteries that were either still hidden amongst the garble pile some corridor's distance away, or were located somewhere on the surface. No matter, that wasn't important.
Taking a few steps until Its legs pressed against the bed's edge, the intervener stared down at the SHSL Pianist. No emotion shown, just one eye looking the girl up and down. Re-noting that the collar she was forced to wear was ripped off, by Its own hands. The action taking approximately 49 seconds, the tiny touch of difficulty being the result of said collar having been tightened. An effect of the execution, and the duration of how long it went on. Each minute having added a more stronger grip around the neck. Until the resistance diminished, the air was fully cut off, and the victim was left hanging dead.
Of course, she was spared from it. And the collar was kindly ripped off, but not thrown away. The Intervener didn't have any clear idea on what to do with it. Either destroy it, or keep it for another future execution. No punishment awaited if It went with the first choice, at least to Its knowledge.
As It continued staring at the blonde, another build up of pressure was beginning to form. Making a grunt leave Its lips, while acting on instinct to look away. It's task and purpose being there was already done. It turned a full 180, and then walked back out of the room. Shutting the door behind It, with Its right hand swooping down and into a pocket. Not taking too long in finding a key. And then forced it in the spot located in the center of the door knob, twisting right. With a quick push to test the lock. Success.
Just as the key was returned to the right pocket, The building pressure slowly dissipated. No resistance needing to be put up, causing a twinge of inner curiosity. With a question popping up after, wondering if the mental needles would still return, even after the pressure's short lived existence with no struggle really put up.
Although a good question it was, The intervener had no answer. Only a guess, since It never really experienced this certain scenario. And time, a few minutes, was the only thing that could offer an answer.
Whatever would happen, it should matter little. It had a new objective. And It won't let anything halt the completion of said objective. Nothing.
For the next 3 hours, the Intervener had kept itself seated, eye fixated on the giant screen showing live footage of one of many tiny cameras. This certain one, had located itself in the bedroom of Shuichi Saihara, the SHSL Detective. Hovering near the ceiling, looking down at the majority of said room. Everything being silent, including the dark haired boy, who actually cried himself to sleep. Even after an much earlier scene, where he listened to a certain piano song playing off an audio player, and vocally declared he would not look away from the truth anymore, along with believing in himself again.
At first glance, the scene gave the impression that he began a steady, slow path to getting over Akamatsu's death. Taking one step forward in reminiscing. But that impression immediately crubbled, as said boy fell down onto his bed and stared up at the ceiling. His beige-grey eyes finding a way to full up with tears again, and then there were let loose, with him mouth remaining shut.
Even though he was on a Emotional high, rightfully so, he should've developed the possibility that Akamatsu might still be alive. The pit she fell down into did look bottomless, yes, but there are two rules regarding dead bodies.
The first: if you don't see the bloodied, without any sign of breath or sign of life body, don't automatically assume the person is dead. There are indeed situations where the way someone is disposed of, labeling as dead is not uncommon. However, unless you have a visual witness of a death, DON'T let yourself fall into depression. And no, that type of attitude isn't full on stubbornness or denial, it's majorly skepticism.
Now, the second rule: If there are unknown factors involved in said death, such as the executor halting in their action for some moments or more. Or perhaps the victim being released from their torment, though the tormentor carries a sadistic but focused on slaughter persona when it comes to KILLING. Or maybe, just maybe, the ground distance between the tormentor/executor and the tormented/victim, deciding to suspiciously open itself up RIGHT AFTER the former was relieved of pain, even though it was a normal piece of ground not needing to open in the first place beforehand. If actions with unknown, suspicious causes happen in relation to a death. That might lead to someone possibly SURVIVING. Don't let emotion shut off all possibilities from you.
You can weep, you can hit yourself, and you can place the blame on the apparent death on whoever. But as someone labeled the SHSL Detective, you'd think he would have let the thought of her possible survival, slip out after the execution. Let it take the front of denial, but have the intention be doubt.
Alas, he is human. A teenager, almost reaching the age of an young adult. A boy whose character can't just think of possibilities, while going through a sea of sorrow. It can't forget that, nor could It forget the connection Saihara and Akamatsu had made. A quick bond, something divided between acquaintances and friends. Not leaning one way or the other.
Sighing with firm, thin lined lips, the Intervener changed to a new camera feed. Index finger tapping down on a number pad right next to one glowing keyboard, punching in a certain two numarable number before pressing enter. Watching as the screen immediately switched feeds, no static servicing as a transition. And was now looking through another tiny camera, hovering next to the ceiling like the previous. The current location being the bedroom belonging to Toujou Kirumi, the SHSL Maid. Her state being asleep as well, not surprising considering the time.
Taking a minute, the Intervener watched the maid in slumber. Its three pointer finger drumming slowly against Its head. Going over her previous actions for the past few days, and how the recent events may affect her onward. What will she strive to do? Will she be stronger against future motives? Will she fall victim to committing, or will she be a straight victim of murder? How will the interactions between her and the other 'students' play out?
It sat there, wondering and theorizing. Until it softly pushed those inner actions aside, and gave the SHSL Maid one last look. Before typing in another 2 numbers and pressing enter. The screen's feed changed over to a different feed. The next being camera located next to the wall, specifically residing in the bedroom of Gonta Gokuhara, the SHSL Entomologist
Thus a process began. Having the Intervener watch over the sleeping teenagers. While thinking of the same questions involving each individual. Then moving on to theorize, to wonder and ponder what the future held for each one of them. Which of them would become the murderers or the slaughtered, for whatever motives and whatever leverage was present. Them either being the same ones that were planned out, or were in fact different ideas that were stashed away at the ready for usage.
As It reached an half hour ongoing said process, a blinking light from the corner of Its one eye's view caught Its attention. Turning away from the screen up on the wall, and had looked upon a large board located just off to the side. Connected to the camera system, with the light sending a clear message to the Intervener. Camera feed 105 needed to be viewed.
Resetting Its view to the screen, fingers fastly inputting 105 into the number pad before slamming down enter. The resulting feed carving some expected interest.
The camera being at the trial room, the feed caught sight of the green colored Exisal. Standing near the still opened up floor. Looking up at the camera, or at least the part of the wall where the camera was located. Waiting while having a leg in Its clenched, metal hand. Said leg belonging to the present, dead Amami Rantarou.
Consciously, the Intervener nodded again, directing Its free hand over to the keyboard. Fingers lingering above, before drifting over left and right. Waiting before a new objective formed itself in the brain. Leading the fingers off to the left, now hovering over a few buttons that glowed similarly to the keyboard, with them placed in a way making out a diamond outline. The top button was pressed down, locking it in as the camera feed zoomed in to focus on the Exisal. Then the upper left was pressed down, causing a signal to reach the said Exisal. Which lead the machine to turn around, dragging Amami's body with it. Making it hang over the abyss, before the hold on the leg was released. Letting the body fall, as if it was just another bag of trash.
The Exisal stood there and watched the descent. Though the 'head', the currently sealed cockpit, was more focused on the abyss. And then it turned around, giving the camera a look. Before wandering off camera.
As it left, the Intervener did the same. Standing up just as It pushed back the Its chair seat. Quickly making Its way over to the right and towards a chest. Easily flipping the top open and had reached inside. Grabbing two belts occupied by small, rounded, and glowing green Xs. Throwing the belts over and onto Its shoulder. Then It reached into the chest again, snatching out two keycards among a few. Turning both over as It brought them close to Its eye, reading the 6 numbers settled on the first one's back. And then examined the pattern replacing the numbers' place on the second keycards' back. After that, It pocketed the first next to Akamatsu's room key, while keeping hold of the second.
Collecting what It needed from the chest, It shut the top back down with a slam. Then It left the room that had access to the camera system. Shutting the metal built entrance and exit door behind It. Making sure it was locked by inserting the on hand keycard into an available port. Letting seconds tick by as the card was scanned. When two beeps sounded, It pulled the card out and placed in an different pocket.
Finally, It set off. Keeping a strong hand on the belts on Its shoulder. New objective acquired.
The setup just needed some quick work.
After retrieving Amami's corpse from the garbage pile, The Intervener went down more corridors. First passing, after five minutes of dragging the corpse along, the first left hallway leading to Akamatsu's, the half blue Monokub's, and all the other bedrooms. And then It passed the first right hallway, where the Camera access room, and some other resided. Going on for another 18 minutes before It reached Its next destination. Pulling out and using the other keycard to unlock another metal door. And then pushing it open with one leg, before heading inward, flicking a switch located to the right.
A gigantic, metal warehouse. The lower left wall occupied by a long, bulletproof glass case. Weapons ranging from small knives to grenades, pistols to rocket launchers, swords to chainsaws, all residing inside said case. Separated into multiple, different groups, with there being 2 of each weapon, and stitched onto the wall were boxes of required ammunition. Not unlimited amounts or overall many, just 3 to 4 storage boxes of ammo. And to keep in handy, there was also chest, shoulder, and back holsters and sheaths. For the whole lot of weaponry.
Looking towards the center of the warehouse, It advanced. Seeing 3 hanging ropes, metal spikes attached to the ends of two of them. Those two being tied to the third up a ways, with the end of the said third had been tied into a noose. Tape covering it, though some pieces were awaiting to either placed above the others, or for something else to be placed upon and stick to.
Above, the ropes were all connected to a elaborate pulley system. Them all able to be lifted by their other halfs. All having been stretched out somewhat, waiting over a few feet looped around metal latches, which also held them down to the ground, awaiting to be released.
Dragging the light green haired boy to the center, the Intervener quickly got to work. Wrapping the noose around the corpse's neck, and had tighten it enough so it wouldn't let Amami fall out easily. Followed by wrapping around the rest of the tape, providing a small increase to the tightness. And then came the spikes, stabbing them through Amami's cold hands. Burying them in deep fully, just enough that the rope went through.
Seeing that the body was hanging, the Intervener then decided to put the belt's occupants to use. Resting both belts on Its arm, it began to pick and pull off each little green X. One by one, It found an ideally spot for each X. Pushing in the little pins attached to the backs, stabbing them each past the clothes and then into the skin. Working with about 32 X's in totally.
After setting those in, giving the glowing liquid inside them all a look, It went over to the other ends of the ropes. Slowly and carefully undoing the loops around the middle metal latch. And then pulled and pulled in small bursts, raising the noose bit by bit. All the way until Amami hung 4 feet above the ground. Then after relooping and retying the middle rope to its corresponding metal latch, It proceeded to release the left and right rope ends separately. Needing to only give each one one pull and tug, eye watching as each hand lifted. Making sure they were high enough, and close to being in a specific position. When they were, the two ropes were retired and relooped around the metal latches.
Giving the whole area one big 360 turn around look, The Intervener nodded to itself. Strolling over to the light switch and flipping it off. Then shut the door It came in through with the body. Enveloping the warehouse in a majority darkness. The only sources of light being the glowing Xs on Amami, white lights illuminating the gun case wall, and the singular and visible bright eye belonging to It.
Making Its way over to the gun case wall, It threw open the glass doors. Grabbing two sheathes and one holster, one pair of guns, one pair of daggers, and one pair of hammers. Also taking two magazine per gun, estimating the certain amount of bullets. And then, reaching behind the boxed rockets, pulled out a pair of headphones, permanently connected to a small rectangular device by a cord. Attached to both the headphones and the small device. Before turning away from the wall case, It picked up and pulled out a special weapon. Quickly pocketing in Its pants' right back pocket for some time later.
Leaving the case open, It checked the guns' current ammunition. Full clips were at the ready. Holstering the guns, It unsheathed the knives, swiping the air with both before examining the metal closer. Sharp as they can be. Then as the knives were sheathed, the hammers were about to visually examine them as well. But halted Its hands, changing Its mind. Hammers were weapons and tools, used to smash things, they were fine.
Turning around, It placed the headphones on Its ears. Adjusting the volume near high. Before turning on the small device, swiping the lock screen away immediately. Quickly opening up the music app, and hitting play on the first song. Breathing in and out. As it safely tucked the device away in Its coat zipper pocket, making sure to close the said zipper up for safety.
Electric-like thumps sounded through the headphones, matching each step the Intervener took. Pulling out the machine guns from their hoisters, fingers softly drumming next to the triggers. Bright Eye entirely focused on the hanging corpse. Marking each green X as a target.
Feeling Its next step touch a strange part of the floor, It stopped in Its tracks. Not bothering to look down as Its feet slide around, tracing a hidden engraved circle. Both feet tapping down multiple times, acting out a particular, memorized pattern.
After the last foot tap, the area around the secret circle lit up. The rest of the floor slowly following, area by area. Each added area of an bright, white-blue light, seeming to follow on with the non vocal track, that was intensifying each passing second. Building up and Building up, causing the Intervener to clench and softly unclench Its fingers around the machineguns. Whole body tensing up, feet getting ready.
BULLETS, BULGING, AND STABBING GALORE! REPLACEMENT STARTER SLAUGHTER PUNISHMENT!
(Warning: Reader/Viewer Exquession advised. Explicit gore, violence, and slaughter description ahead-)
Then, the beat dropped.
Rushing at the speed of lighting, music blaring, The Intervener took aim and opened fire. Bullets flying out together from each gun. Hitting and Missing the intended targets. Passing right through flesh and blood or staying stuck within. Many brothers and sisters joining in every second and a half.
Rounds ran dry. Twisting Itself around, the Intervener forced the current magazines out, brought out the new 50 rounds mags, and injected them in. Automatically sliding to the side to avoid colliding with the wall, before twisting right around. Resuming fire.
Blood and green glowing liquid covering the hanging, currently being destroyed corpse. Skin and flesh being blown apart bit by bit. Head and body becoming undone.
Then the beat dropped once again with a muffled bear giggle, forcing the machineguns to be holstered and for the knives to come out. The Intervener halting Its running before jumping right at the corpse. Swinging and Slashing at it with precision and incredible speed. Over and over. Slash, Swing, Slash, Swing.
The beat dropped, the bear laughed. Knives back to machineguns.
Emptying the previous magazines and then replacing with the last, the Intervener jumped back. Holding arms out before raising them up and down, bullets soared through the air. Embedding themselves in and blasting there way out. Tearing apart more and more flesh, making more blood and green glowing liquid to spill. Piercing rapidly through the chest, stomach, and head. Deconstruction the whole upper body ruthlessly.
Beat dropped, Bear laugh, Throw away empty machine guns for Hammers.
Jumping back into the fray, It swing and smash the Hammers against pounds and pounds of exposed meat. Slamming down and obliterating more than half of the skin that remained. And giving the human, bleeding meat hell of an impact. Repeatedly, repeatedly, repeatedly. Being able to dent and then break through to and on the bones. Trashing and Bashing the ribcage, slamming the left hammer first before cycling the action to the right hammer. Going back and forth on decimating the protection and support for a long dead heart and lungs.
When It finally managed to destroy said ribcage, the heart and lungs felt their first two slams onward to destruction.
Beat drop, Bear laugh, Hammers to Knives.
Finally targeting the legs, barely hanging onto the still connected pieces of the hips. Twisting Itself around the hanging legs on Its foot, It moved about and around the body. Slicing and stabbing up from the feet, making short of the shoes, all the way to the leg sockets. Eradicating pants piece by pants piece, and then skin piece by skin piece, it all seemed to swiftly come apart. Flesh and blood facing the onslaught a mere minute and few seconds after. But the daggers couldn't cut through the bone.
Letting a growl out, stopping itself stop spinning around behind the mostly now bone body. The knives were stabbed into what remained of the fleshy head, with the hammer's coming out moments before the beat drop and next bear laugh.
Multiple, chaotic ducing smashes obliterated and broke apart the legs bones. A few more slams effectively disconnecting what remained of the lower body. Before It returned The blood covered Intervener went back to the upper body. Destroying the arms next, starting from the sockets down to the hands. Setting the spikes free right afterwards, after the skeletal hands broke apart from a combined smash.
Beat drop. Bear laugh. Throwing the hammers behind it, before pulling out the knives and doing the same. Now using Fists.
With rapidly radiating power, fists collided again and again with what bone and flesh remained. Punching through and through the chest and stomach, before It physically went about tearing apart bits and pieces. Crushing each pair in the clenched palms of Its hands. Watching as the blob of blood once known as a head finally fell through the noose. But didn't reach the ground, as Its hands caught what remained and smash the pieces together. Blood spurting all over Its face, not giving a damn.
As the bear laughed once more, The Intervener stomped furiously on what resided on the floor. Leaving nothing but blood, small bits of still together bone and flesh, and that glowing green liquid each X carried.
Hearing the music die down, The intervener slowed Its rampage to a halt. A emotionless expression having found a way to stay prominent on Its blood covered face. Staring down at Its handwork.
Wiping a tinge of blood from Its cheek with one hand, the other automatically reached down into Its back pocket. Pulling out a single grenade. Quickly removing the pin, before dropping it amidst the pile of what survived of Rantaro Amami. Before the Intervener walked away at a brisk pace, recovering the weapons It strategically threw towards the gun case.
Listening to the music fade away, walking back to the gun case most of the weapons in hand. Not flinching when the explosion occurred right behind It. Normally placing the weapons back into the gun case wall. Followed by removing the headphones and pulling down the coat pockets' zipper. Placing the headphones and small device back from where they were retrieved. All before the glass doors were shut, body turning right back around. Sighting some of the smoke that resulted from the blast.
After taking some seconds to relax Itself, It went back and onto the circle. Tapping down the same pattern down, causing the blue lights to all slowly turn off. Concerns about cleaning up the warehouse were not top priority. The objective was completed. Despite many builds of pressure and injecting irritations that occurred during the execution. What was done, needed to be.
As the last of the floor lights went out, the next destination for It to head to was the restroom belonging to it. Specifically, the two showers placed across from each other. One normal, the other being one involving removing chemicals or very terrible stenches.
That destination in mind, with no new objectives available at the moment. The Intervener took one step forward to the door. Stopping Itself strife, bright eye catching some blood covering a finger. Not from the slaughter, but from a cut. Caused by the same dagger.
Indifferently, It pulled at the cut and forcefully ripped it open. Not caring that Its own stored blood came out. More interesting in removing the skin. Off the whole index finger.
After doing so, using Its teeth in assistance, the skin was discarded. Left to fall to the floor. And the finger was brought close to the brightly, shining eye. Looking beyond the curtain of pouring blood.
Metal. Metal that resided underneath human skin. Metal that was connected to more Metal, all underneath the rest of the human body skin. Metal, the stronger in comparison to bone.
Belonging to a human constructed, human designed, and human looking like Machine.
A/N: Spent most of yesterday and today typing this up! Deciding to update this story instead if Danganronpa-Mindset. Apologies everyone, but I just couldn't disconnect myself from this story, not yet to work on another one. So consider this a Happy New Year gift! If you want.
Happy New Year, I hoped you all enjoyed this part, and like always: I wish you all a entertained reading!
(P.S. No apology for making the replacement execution gorey in description. That's my sort of thing, when lots of violence is involved in one scene. Might change this story to a M rating later on. Depending on what happens, and what follows the guidelines.)