In an alley, violent punches and kicks could be heard. It all started with a punch from an insane brave girl, ready for the predicament. Blood was dripping slowly from one of the gang's stomachs that had been punched, as the child's eyes was glowing with more loathing than anyone her age ever had. The girl was kicked, as she blocked a faint punch from the same punched person stained in their own blood, but surrounded by everyone but the punched one. Blood hit the ground as synchronized kicks were what had been consisted, the bloody scissors was picked up in a weak grasp. Faint words spat from the child's mouth, saying "I'm sorry.. I wanted to save you two.. but it's all too late now.. I guess if I had stood away.. I could see myself getting traumatized, but I want this to happen to me, anyways." Before the person that could pick it up could even turn back, the rest of the gang had been stunned at the least to say in a turn of events. Blood was visible on the girl, a visible cut through the forehead and from that was blood dripping inconsistently. Loud audible coughing could be heard when the girl was coming closer and closer, blood dripping from the mouth slowly. Somewhat pale hands dragged over to the neck of the armed person, slowly making their life dangle on a thread. A grasp signifying their imminent demise was forming, and Krebs had no choice but to watch helplessly and hopelessly as the fight carried on.

Burgdorf nudged his seemingly dead inside husband, saying "Hey! Your birthday is coming soon!" Krebs wouldn't budge, as his eyes still lay like puppets sitting in a closet for a hundred years. Burgdorf tried to look in his lifeless eyes, which had seemed to have the vision that the incident traumatized him and hit him like a train. Blood spilled onto the ground, as multiple thuds could be heard. Pools of blood became visible, spilling onto the streets as the children wrestled each other mercilessly and violently. Blood had been dripping down their mouth, and it wouldn't stop like a thunderstorm had shook Mount Waialaeale hard. A tear drop hit the ground as the once extremely violent child was the one possessing all the blood and surrounded by possible cadavers, and realized what she had done in agony. A lot of her own blood had drained too, and she cried a river. She picked up the blood she had spilled from her mouth, using her finger as she lifted a sheet of paper up. A writing was written, tears dripping slowly as she became weaker and weaker. She dropped onto the ground only seconds afterwards, pale and motionless like the rest of the bodies piled up on the same road. Krebs wanted to cry too, but couldn't as he was being dragged away from the bloody sights.

Burgdorf asked him "Don't you remember that promise? You're still everything that I like in my eyes, and I don't want to lose that.."

Meanwhile, at another mystery's school, the Pencil of Doom was in possession of them as the handwriting became frustrating to understand. Little did the child seem to know, bits of its soul were wearing away when the pencil led broke. At last, the pencil snapped one last time and a timer appeared.

The child muttered "Was this the consequence that the Failüre was talking about?" everyone else froze in fear as a sizzle could be heard, and everyone began to run. The scared child in possession of the dangerous utility threw the pencil out of the window, and an explosion could be heard. The building began to crumble, and the ceiling shook, as the pencil was barely chucked out of the window.

A friend of the person that chucked the pencil whispered "God damn it! If we all end up getting in a hospital in luck, I'm gonna blame you," the child froze in emptiness and sadness. Apologetic words couldn't even escape the mouth of the absolutely terrified and broken child, as tears ran down their face.

All the child that was the one who threw it could say was "Everyone. Run far away, there's no escape to this madness.." the rest of the students and the teacher were left mortified by the phrase. Everyone else tried using an evasion tactic as the building's destruction traveled like dominoes, and they ran when the coast was clear if they had the chance to. A thud on one of the tables could be heard, as one of the students from another class fell without any hope resonating in their life any longer. When they could finally clear the crumbled part of the building, all there was left was the blood stain on the table when the child puked out blood. The body lay on top of the table, and the body had twisted in a nearly impossible angle as an impact of the fall. A tear fell from the eye of the child that broke both legs upon impact, along with a letter, and all that was written on it was a request not to try and save this child.

The writing was faint, but read "I'm sorry, forgive me, but don't save me. I've fallen too far to be given a second chance, say goodbye to me forever, I will never live yet again. It's like mitosis where I have to shed myself, and a new duplicate era could be in place where there's a better replacement of me."

Everyone else said "Wait, WHAT?! We must carry on with someone else, but how can we ever do that?" The seemingly dead person happen to spill out a message with blood, which could strangely spell the technique. It was at first extremely difficult to read out, but one person could decode it very well. The person that could perfectly interpret it had been murmuring, embarrassed and depressed because they're scared that they'll have a mental meltdown because of what happened to this person, in particular. It seemed the whole world had stood still without any reason to do so, as the message became more difficult to understand. The handwriting was also a pain in the arse to understand, and reports spread like wildfire.