'Sup.

I really don't know how to explain this properly, so i'll just half ass it.

Every time a character is accepted, I'll write a chapter of the prologue detailing their awakening into the game, thus giving me a way to practice writing for the characters and getting feedback from their creators.

This story is quite strange, in that the perspective changes as it goes. One chapter, a character may have a main role, the story being told from their perspective frequently. The next chapter, they may end up being the victim. I think it adds more mystery to the story if you get to see it from several perspectives and find out what could motivate them to kill / be killed.

(Plus this will give you a chance to judge me.)

Alright. Now that i've gotten that terrible explanation out of the way, I'll get onto the actual story.

Chapter has been edited as of 16:30 (GMT+1) 10/15/2016.


Chapter Zero

The Fall of Hope.


Third Person - Takuma


Darkness.

Opening his eyes quickly, this was all Takuma could see.

The area was completely silent, the air surprisingly cold. An oppressive atmosphere filled the room, causing Takuma to shudder involuntarily.

His eyes starting to itch, he reached up and rubbed his blue, bloodshot eyes. Vision beginning to adjust to the darkness, he cast his gaze across the room, hoping to learn more about his current location.

The first thing he noticed, he was laying down in what he assumed to be a bed, the sheet covering a slightly lumpy mattress, covers nowhere to be seen, his cerulean blue hair brushing against a pillow.

Pushing himself upwards, Takuma stood up, stepping into a strange liquid unidentifiable in the darkness. The air brushed against his lightly tanned skin, causing him to shiver, his body temperature seeming to drop.

Eyes scanning the dark room, he noticed a small switch on the wall next to a large wooden door. Slowly walking over, liquid staining his black, white soled sneakers with each step, Takuma flipped the switch.

A recessed bulb emerging from the concrete ceiling suddenly lighting up the room, Takuma took this chance to examine his surroundings.

Four white concrete walls stretched out around him, leaving the dark, wooden floor rectangular in shape. Next to the bed he'd awoken on, a small wooden desk stood against the wall, a plastic trash can just beneath. Atop the desk lay a large, black guitar case, a strap running along the front.

Looking to his feet, Takuma's eyes widened in shock, pupils contracting.

Blood.

Pooling beneath him, his shoes were covered in it, a long puddle stretching to his current position from the bed.

In surprise, Takuma slowly backed up, bumping into the wall behind him. The cold concrete snapping him back to reality, he made his way towards the bed, forcing himself to feel optimistic despite the scene before him.

'It's gonna be okay... it's probably just someone injured. Maybe I can help them. Stay calm...'

These thoughts playing on loop in his mind, he reached his hand down, pulling the sheet from the bed.

Whoever they were, they were beyond help.

Limbs twisted randomly, some bent out of shape, the corpses lay there, crushed together into the shape of a mattress. Blood pooling from several wounds across the bodies, their eyes looked outwards, gazing into nothingness.

Silence continued to fill the room, though it suddenly began to feel freakishly menacing. Shuddering uncontrollably, Takuma felt nausea rush through his body, his stomach threatening to empty itself.

'I've got to get out of here.'

Forcing his legs into motion, Takuma rushed around the bed, quickly grabbing the guitar case from its resting place, hanging it over his shoulder before making a sprint towards the door.

The blood pooling beneath his feet, Takuma slipped to the floor, crashing down face first, the force knocking the wind from him. Blood now stained his face, small traces of it getting into his hair. The blazer was completely coated, blood seeping through it onto the shirt beneath.

Forcing himself back to his feet, Takuma ran to the door, slamming it open before taking off down the hall it connected to.

As he ran, he thought to himself. 'How the fuck did this happen to me?'


Takuma Mitsukuri

SHSL Guitarist

Likes: Music, Bacon, Helping People

Dislikes: Bullying, Burnt Bacon, People saying 'Literally' when they mean 'Metaphorically'


Having started off in a small bar in southern Tokyo, he quickly grew in fame as he performed, one of the viewers uploading his performances to YouTube, where they gained millions of views under the stage name 'Tone Deaf'. Frequently using multiple guitars in performances that varied in genre, he managed to entertain his viewers by frequently changing his genre and instrument. Going back and forth between the Bass, Acoustic, Sitar, Ukulele, and Electric guitars, Takuma tried his hardest to make an honest living, doing what he does best.

Eventually he was picked up by a major record company, where he learnt of his growing fame online. Within the next few years, the artist known as 'Tone Deaf' was one of the most popular guitarists in the country, performing at hundreds of venues, wishing only to perform for others and entertain them, spreading joy to them all.

Of course, he was ecstatic when Hopes Peak Academy approached him with an invitation, offering him a place as the SHSL Guitarist. He eagerly accepted and began to pack his belongings. A week later, arriving at the prestigious school, he passed out after taking a single step within.

...

Having gotten a good distance away from the room, Takuma paused, attempting to regain his breath, holding back his stomachs contents through willpower alone.

Dropping to the floor, back leant against the wall behind him, Takuma sat, casting his gaze back and forth down the hallway.

Suddenly, he clutched his head, pain rushing through it.

'You left us to die, coward!'

'Why do you deserve to live more than us?!'

'You should just kill yourself now and save everyone the hassle of knowing you!'

The voices echoing throughout his head, his vision began to blur. Three pale figures materializing before him. Though he hadn't recognized the voices, the faces of these figures were scarily familiar.

They had belonged to the corpses in the bed.

Frantically pulling the guitar case from his back, he forced it open, rummaging inside in hopes of finding something. As he did this, the voices continued, now approaching Takuma.

'You could have helped us, you fucking coward!'

'If you had just woken up sooner, we would still be alive!'

'Our blood is on your hands! How could you live knowing you caused the deaths of others?!'

Pulling his hand back, Takuma retrieved a small contained from within the case. Opening it quickly, he poured several tablets into his mouth, swallowing them as soon as he could.

Immediately, the pain in his head began to fade, the voices drifting into the back of his mind. He closed his eyes momentarily, breathing slowly in an attempt to calm himself. When Takuma opened them again, the figures had vanished.

Letting out a sigh of relief, Takuma recapped the bottle before placing it carefully within the case. Zipping it back up, he wrapped it over his shoulder again, pushing himself upwards.

Now on his feet, Takuma was about to start walking when a scream echoed down the hall. Though it was faint, he heard it clearly.

Suddenly in a sprint, he made his way down the hall, one thought in mind.

'I won't be too late this time.'


Well shit.

When reading through this chapter the first time, I found that I hadn't established much of the characters personality, opting more for shock value. Along with this, I found the large lump of text that was a description to take away from the story. Remedying this, I've tried to drag the description out over several paragraphs, describing different things at different times, at the very least making it better for me to read. I also tried to reveal more of Takuma's personality, giving you ideas of potential problems or goals he has.

While it is still nowhere near perfect, I'd say this is definitely an improvement on the original.

Takuma Mitsukuri belongs to Rob0lax.

Alrighty.

-Robo the SHSL Psychopathic Writer.