Chapter 3: Cold Snap: Act One
9:12 A.M Day One
Dining Car
Dining Area
Silence hung in the air of the train car in the moments after the first motive had been announced, and the staff had left them to their own devices. The passengers all took in the news of the killing game in different ways, but none of them could deny that the situation they were now in was one of life and death.
Sarah was the first among them to speak up. "Well the way I see it, we need to get a feel of our surroundings. There may be some items left around this train that could buy us some time in this cold."
Tonbe nodded in response. "Agreed. We should split up into groups. We can cover more ground that way."
"Or it could give us the chance to sneak up on someone and stab them in the neck!" Kazuko said with a grin, making a stabbing gesture with her hand.
Axel paled. "Don't even joke about that!" he exclaimed while grabbing his scarf tightly. "Well… who should team up with who then?"
Sarah looked at each member of the group, sizing them up. "Yumei, I think your presence would help guarantee our safety. You should come with me and we can search the coach and observation cars."
Yumei offered a quick bow. "No harm shall come to you while in my presence, you have my monastic oath."
Emizel walked to the back of the car and picked up his sword. He rose it into the air triumphantly. "Ah ha! The mighty black blade of the underworld is undamaged!" He returned to the group as he put the sword back into his scarf. "Allow me to accompany your search, as the lord of the underworld-"
"No," Sarah said firmly. "After the stunt you pulled with the bears, I honestly don't trust your judgment. "
The Overlord scowled. "My Judgement!? I'll have you know that from my obsidian throne I have judged more spirits on their way to the underworld than you have had days of birth!"
Sarah rose a confused eyebrow at the smaller boy.
"I think he means he's judged more souls that you've had birthdays. So that's at least more than seventeen, if I'm correct?" Eline said rubbing her chin.
"Lame!" Kazuko announced loudly as she puffed out her cheeks.
Sarah shook her head. "Anyway, I think it's best if you stay here for now." She looked at the Soccer Player. "Axel, we could use a third pair of eyes. You come with me and Yumei."
"O-okay," Axel said in a nervous manner as he scratched his cheek.
Emizel gritted his teeth. "No! I wanna go! I'm the ruler of the underworld, you can't stop me!"
Sarah looked to the Seismologist. "Tonbe, please stay here and make sure he doesn't get himself killed."
Tonbe walked to Emizel's side and placed a hand on his shoulder. "It's okay, Emizel," he said with a smile. "I think having a sit down would be good for you; that bump you took looked pretty nasty."
"I'm fine! I'm… argh." Emziel groaned in pain as he moved, irritating the bruise he had developed. "Fine… it seems I am not at full strength at the moment."
"I'll stay too," Eline chimed in. "You boys could use a woman's touch." She winked at them.
Tonbe blushed slightly. "Er, th-th-thanks," he stuttered, rubbing the back of his head.
Kazuko rose her hand in the air, waving it wildly. "OH, OH, OH! What should I do?! What should I do?!"
"You go with Adohira and… where is Adohira anyway?" Sarah looked around. The Wizard was nowhere to be seen, however, the sound of the kitchen door being slammed shut echoed throughout the car.
Eline offered an exaggerated sigh. "Well, so much for full cooperation."
9:24 A.M Day One
Dining Car
Kitchen Area
Adohira quickly shut the kitchen door behind him as he stepped into the room. He surveyed his surroundings for a few moments before he spotted a cabinet close to the door. He saw that it was not attached to the wall, so not wasting any time, he quickly grabbed a hold of it and jammed it in between the door-frame and the door's handle, making it impossible to slide open.
A few moments passed as the boy began to search the kitchen, quickly checking each cabinet until he found what it was that he was looking for, a couple bottles of vodka.
The Ultimate Wizard sighed. "Well, this will have to do," he said before taking the two bottles out and placing them on the kitchen counter in front of him. He turned to his briefcase and opened a compartment on the side of it. From it, he retrieved a a sewing needle and a ball of thread.
Adohira frowned. "Never thought I'd be having my first real drink like this, but desperate times call for desperate measures."
He popped open one of the bottles of alcohol and drank just enough for him to feel a buzzing sensation settle in. Then, returning the bottle to the counter, he grabbed a kitchen towel from one of the racks to the side. He stuffed it into his mouth and bit down hard.
He turned on the stove next to him and quickly ran the needle through the flames, sterilizing it. After turning off the stove, he then pressed the ticket against the underside of his left forearm, and gritting his teeth around the towel, he began to thread the ticket into the flesh of his arm.
Adohira's muffled cries of pain carried around the room as he slowly and methodically sewed the ticket into his arm. Specks of blood dripped on the floor as the needle tore through his skin again and again, binding the ticket to his body. Finally, after a few grueling moments, the task was complete.
Adohira panted for a minute as the towel fell from his mouth. "Okay, maybe another sip of booze wouldn't hurt," he said as he took one more swig of the harsh vodka in front of him.
Placing the bottle down, he picked up the towel once more and moistened it in the kitchen sink. He then used the towel to clean up the blood that had dripped onto the floor, rinsing the blood out of the towel in the sink once he was finished.
Finally, he reopened the compartment on his briefcase and placed the sewing kit back inside. Adohira slumped to the wall, groaning in pain as he recuperated from the harrowing experience.
"Well… that's one less thing I need to worry about, hahaha…" he chuckled darkly to himself as he examined his handiwork.
His rest was short lived however as a loud knocking began to emanate from the door and the door's handle banged against the cabinet blocking it. A clear sign someone was trying to enter.
Adohira quickly composed himself, rolling his sleeves back down his arms to cover the still fresh wound on his person. He then gripped the cabinet and pulled it away from the door. Freed from the obstruction, it slammed wide open and Adohira was greeted by the Ultimate Game Designer who was grinning from ear to ear.
"Whatcha doin'?!" Kazuko asked, leaning on the door's frame.
The Wizard sighed. "I was simply checking to see what was in the kitchen. You can't be too careful, not with a killing game currently active, anyway."
Kazuko skipped into the room and looked around it with a twirl. "Did ya really need to lock yourself in to do that? Paint girl was wondering what you where up to." She gasped. "You weren't planning on killing someone already were you?" She raised her sleeve covered hands to her mouth in mock horror.
Adohira rolled his eyes. "If I was planning that, would I really do it now when suspicion would land most easily on my person?"
"Boring!" Kazuko cried out, waving a dismissive hand at him. "You're no fun. I wanna see some action!" She spotted the bottles of vodka on the side of the counter. "What's this now? You replenishing some of that old mana, wizard boy?" She questioned picking one of them up.
"I was simply checking what was in the cabinets," he said dismissively.
"Checking them were ya?" she said, examining the bottle. "This has been opened already and it's clearly not full." She opened the bottle, taking a sniff. "Woah! That is definitely what it says on the bottle. Strong shit too."
"Look, is it really important? I was only checking-" the Wizard paused mid-sentence. He was struck speechless as the Game Designer proceeded to place the bottle to her lips and began to drink heartily from it. In a few large gulps she had drank the entire bottle's contents.
"Yep, just as I thought. Strong shit." Kazuko chortled before letting out a mighty belch.
Adohira stared at the girl, wide eyed and dumbstruck. "Jesus woman. You keep that up and you'll end up the first body."
Kazuko let out a giggle. "Eh, this is nothing for me! You should have seen the after party I held after last year's E3. Five people died!"
"Okay…" the Wizard said with slight discomfort. He quickly composed himself once more. "Anyway, I'm sure you have a lot to say but I'd rather be on my own at the moment. I have to… collect my thoughts."
"Aww! But I wanted to see you pull a rabbit out of your hat!" She rolled her eyes. "And Miss 'I'm the leader now' told me to search the kitchen with you."
"Well you can tell 'Miss I'm the leader now' that the kitchen has nothing in it to keep us warm, other than the oven, but I doubt we can exactly take that out of this room."
Kazuko shrugged her shoulders. "Guess you're right. I'm gonna speak to the others, maybe they have something cool to say."
Kazuko started to head for the door, but just before she left her eyes cast down to the briefcase at Adohira's feet. "Say, what's in the case? A dead body or something?"
"Yes," he deadpanned before shaking his head. "No, of course not. It's none of your concern," the Wizard stated with surprising firmness.
The Game Designer shot him a sly grin. "I take it back. You are very fun, Ado," she mused as she left him alone in the room.
"Ado…" he repeated with some distaste. "Please don't let that catch on," he muttered as he turned his attention to the knives and other cutlery that hung on racks around the room…
9:32 A.M Day One
Coach Car
Seating Area
Sarah entered the car briskly before returning to where she'd discovered the military uniform some time earlier. She slowly hefted it over her shoulders before securing it, ignoring the musty smell that wafted off of it.
The Ultimate Soccer Player who had followed after her regarded her new attire curiously. "What kind of outfit is that?"
"It's a Russian BDU, I found it when I woke up. I figured I'd take all the precautions I can now before it gets any colder," the Artist remarked.
Yumei strode into the room behind the pair catching the tail end of their exchange. "I see you're already preparing for the worst. I guess we should all be thinking ahead."
Axel glanced over his shoulder at the Monk before returning his attention back to Sarah. "So is it warm?" he managed with a strained smile.
"Heh, well it's not half bad, but if nothing else just having an extra layer will help. Found some money and cigarettes too when I checked earlier. Though neither are really going to prove that useful to us now," Sarah mused.
"Truthfully, even the best solution is only a temporary one. If the cold dips too low, it will only be delaying the inevitable," Yumei pointed out with a thoughtful expression.
"Wait you guys, what about the cigarettes? Can't we, like, heat those up for warmth or something?" Axel suggested as he glanced between the two girls.
Sarah looked over at him with a baffled expression on her face. "What was your ultimate talent again?"
Axel tilted his head in confusion. "Soccer player, why do you ask?"
"Jock, got it. Look, cigarettes don't produce heat, you just smoke 'em. We can burn the Ruble marks but that would only last a few seconds, they would be better used crumpled up between my layers of clothing to be used as insulation," the Graffiti Artist pointed out.
"Oh..." Axel sighed, sitting down in one of the tattered seats.
The Ultimate Monk offered the boy a reassuring smile. "Don't be so glum, there's always a chance we'll find a way around all this mess. Besides, this isn't the worst train I've seen. This car isn't so well kept, but it could be worse."
"Sure, it's not so bad, but I suggest avoiding the bathroom unless you just can't hold it," Sarah advised before gesturing at the nearby shut door.
Axel raised a brow. "What's wrong with the bathroom?"
The Artist offered a dry chuckle. "Let's just say those bears probably don't know how proper plumbing works, or more likely, they just don't care."
"That bad, huh?" Yumei asked as she crossed her arms.
"If it were me, I'd suggest holding my breath if you have to go. Someone hasn't done maintenance in a long time," Sarah remarked.
The Ultimate Soccer Player paled slightly at the implication. "I guess I don't have to go that bad. Though it doesn't seem like there's much else in this car other than seats, trash, and the bathroom."
"Yup, and that's why I'm going to continue looking around. Maybe those sadistic bears missed something we can use," Sarah mused as she eyed the pair warily. "I suppose you can tag along if you want."
"Sure! To be honest, I'd rather keep moving for now anyways!" Axel chuckled before scratching the back of his head. "Last thing I need right now is to be left to my own thoughts."
Yumei eyed the pair a moment before taking a seat. "You two go ahead then. I believe I'll take this chance to meditate and gather my bearings."
The Graffiti Artist offered an indifferent shrug. "Do what you want, I wouldn't get too comfortable though," she said as she started towards the Observation Car.
Axel cast a glance over his shoulder at the Monk before jogging after Sarah. As the pair entered the viewing room he found his voice. "Hey, do you really think it's a good idea to leave her behind like that? I mean, shouldn't we all be sticking together?"
Sarah remained silent a moment as her gaze flickered around the room. She noticed a fire axe locked in a glass box along the wall, several folding metal chairs pointing toward the back of the train and at the far end of the room she saw a large window. On each side of the window were turrets pointed inwards. There was a white line in the middle of the room, separating the window from the rest of the room. There was also a cabinet on the wall.
Finally, she spoke as she approached the case containing the axe. "I'm not here to babysit anyone. Besides, I don't know any of you. For all I know, I'm in more danger being around you than being alone. Safety in numbers doesn't always apply."
"Come on, don't be that way! We're all stuck here, so we should work together. I'm sure we can find a way out of this place," Axel insisted.
"Hate to break it to you, but the power of friendship isn't going to save the day," the Artist responded as she eyed the lock on the case.
The Soccer Player tapped his cybernetic leg against the ground. "Look, I'm not saying it would be easy, but shouldn't we at least try to get along?"
Sarah wordlessly reached out and picked up one of the metal folding chairs before raising it over her head. "Might wanna stand back."
"Wait, what are you doing?!" Axel asked as he suddenly pedaled several feet back.
The girl didn't respond as she simply brought the chair down upon the case, causing it to shatter as glass shards splintered against the ground. She dropped the chair before reaching out to pick up the axe. After a moment, she gestured at the nearby cabinet. "I noticed there was a lock on the cabinet too. I want to know if there's anything useful in there."
"...I can see why you'd want to know, but I'm more concerned by someone being able to use that axe now," the Soccer Player admitted with a nervous expression.
Sarah rolled her eyes. "Relax, I know if I start carrying this around I'm going to have a huge target on my head. Once I get that cabinet open, I'm going to toss it over that white line. I want to see how sensitive those turrets are."
Axel stared at the automated weapons with a frown. "I-I guess, but that still seems pretty dangerous. What if they target us too?"
"Jesus man, grow a pair of balls. You can't be afraid of everything. If we just sit on our asses, we're gonna die. It's just that simple," the Artist said bluntly.
"Fine, you make a good point. Can I at least do it?" Axel asked as he eyed the axe.
Sarah hesitated before slowly handing the boy the axe as she took a few steps backwards. "Take a few whacks at it, and if you get tired I'll take over. Hopefully the turrets won't shoot you for vandalism."
Axel slowly approached the cabinet with the axe firmly clutched between his hands. "Gee, thanks a lot. Alright… here goes nothing."
The Ultimate Soccer Player pulled the fire axe back before swinging wildly at the lock. A loud thunk filled the room as it bounced off the lock and the broadside of the axe hit the boy right between the eyes, causing him to stumble backwards and collapse onto the floor. He was unconscious before he reached the ground.
Several minutes elapsed before Axel felt a dull pain and someone tapping his face.
The Soccer Player suddenly sat up. "Huh? W-where am I?!" he exclaimed before seeing Sarah standing above him with an amused expression.
"You're like a cartoon character brought to life. You're lucky that it was the flat of the axe that hit you; I doubt any of the others would believe me if I said you killed yourself. So, you and that hard noggin of yours alright?" the Graffiti Artist asked.
"Y-Yeah." Axel got up, rubbing his head sheepishly as he flashed a goofy smile "Nothing I can't handle!"
Sarah shook her head. "Right, well while you were out cold I managed to get inside the cabinet."
The Soccer Player ignored the faint throbbing in his head. "So what's the verdict? Anything useful?" he asked as he inched towards the cabinet. Almost immediately, he frowned as he noticed cleaning supplies, oil, a wrench, screwdriver, and a hammer. "Have to admit, I was hoping for something special in here."
"Well it's not a complete loss. The oil could be useful for burning to keep warm. We could use the wrench, screwdriver, and hammer to disassemble some of the benches in the sitting area and try to burn them for heat when it gets colder. Though we have to be careful or we're going to suffocate on the smoke."
Axel offered a weak smile. "Great idea, but what about the axe? Aren't you going to discard it?"
"I've been thinking about that, I mean, should we really throw it? It could be a useful tool," Sarah pointed out as she eyed the instrument that rested against the side of the cabinet.
"I don't know..." Axel admitted, hugging himself. "I'm just scared that someone will use it to..." he trailed off.
Sarah nodded. "I get what you're saying. Maybe we should take it to a vote with the others. If there's anything we feel that might be dangerous, we vote and discard it over the line so that the machine guns will keep it out of our hands."
"Good idea. That gives me a little piece of mind," Axel replied as he stared out the window at the white wonderland surrounding the train. "But... it seems like an axe will be the least of our worries in a few hours."
9:41 A.M Day One
Dining Car
Dining Area
Emizel sat glumly at one of the dining tables, with Tonbe and Eline facing him on the other side.
"It's not fair!" he said, pouting. "Treating me like a child. I am Emizel Tanaka, heir to the Tanaka Empire!"
Tonbe chuckled. "I'm sure it's nothing personal. Sarah probably just doesn't want anyone to get hurt. You have to admit, attacking the bears like that wasn't the smartest thing you could've done, right?"
The Overlord sighed. "I admit that it may have been unwise of me to charge into the fray like that. However, there was no way that I could have known that those automatons would possess the strength or speed they had."
Eline offered him a confused look. "Didn't you watch the Hope's Peak Killing game? The bear in that, Monokuma, was clearly a very dangerous machine to mess with. Not to mention some students at the beginning were nearly blown up by it exploding in their faces."
Emizel perked his head up at the Dealer. "Hope's Peak?... Gundham!" he shouted with realization. "The lady in pink… she said something about him being… dead." He grit his teeth.
Eline's face grew troubled. "I'm so sorry, Emizel. Gundham was murdered, poisoned by one of the other students in the killing game."
Emizel growled loudly and pushed himself away from the table, walking away and allowing his chair to fall over. "LIES!" he cried. "I won't believe it! No mortal can kill Gundham, it's impossible!"
Tonbe stood up from his seat. "Emizel please, she's not lying. I… saw it happen too."
Emizel paced back and forth frantically. "No, NO! This cannot be!" He spat towards them. "An illusion! That is what you must have seen. A charade created to fool you into believing Gundham has fallen, it's the only possible explanation! Well I won't fall for it!" he yelled, storming off to a table on the other side of the room.
"Emizel please, you can't-" Elien started to speak, only to stop when she felt a heavy hand on her shoulder.
"He's going to have to find out himself," Tonbe said somberly.
Tonbe walked over to Emizel and sat at the table with him. "I take it you really care about Gundham, don't you?"
"Yes... yes I do..." Emizel said quietly. "I apologize for my outburst... It's just that he is basically my brother. He taught me everything... he even gave me this scarf." The smaller boy gripped it tightly.
Tonbe smiled at him. "Well let's hope you're right and Gundham does come swinging in through the window at any moment to save us all."
Emizel gave a small smile to Tonbe, doing his best to act natural again "Yeah!" Emizel jumped to his feet, flashing his cocky, dorky smile once again "I'm sure he will! But until then we must not give in! There must be some way to take back this train!"
Eline walked towards the pair, forcing a smile. "That's the spirit. We can't be too careful, you never know what's going to happen-"
"What's up losers!?" Kazuko asked with a cheeky grin as she strode out of the kitchen.
Emizel narrowed his eyes. "Kazuko? I thought Sarah told you to search the kitchen with Adohira?"
Kazuko waved a dismissive hand at him. "Wasn't anything interesting in there, so I left. He said he needed to collect his thoughts, whatever that means."
The Overlord scowled. "You left him alone in a room filled with blades!? Do you realize what nefarious deeds he could be coming up with?"
Before he could be halted, the Overlord stormed off towards the kitchen.
9:46 A.M Day One
Dining Car
Kitchen Area
As Emizel entered the kitchen, he noticed Adohira methodically sifting through the kitchen, deliberately gathering all the knives, skewers, forks, and other sharp objects he could find into a bowl.
Emizel frowned as he approached Adohira. "What are up to, foul sorcerer? Are you conducting some sort of black magic ritual?!"
"I'd appreciate it if you didn't distract me while I'm trying to take stock of all the potential weapons," Adohira muttered unenthusiastically before returning to his task.
Emizel rose an eyebrow. "You mean like this Sword?" he asked as he pulled it out of his magic scarf.
"If you want to add it to the pile, be my guest," the Ultimate Wizard replied in a deadpan tone.
Before Emizel could respond, the door was flung open as Sabankuma waddled into sight. Over his usual outfit he sported a white apron. "What the fuck are you assholes doing! Stop talking and start killing each other!"
"Oh, yay. It's Winnie the Pooh's rejected cousin," Emizel quipped as he sheathed his sword out of sight once more.
The bear offered a gruff laugh. "Geez, like I haven't heard that one before. What kind of retard uses jokes like that? Look, you're putting us to sleep. Why don't you get the fucking lead out and dish out some homicide?"
"...No, thank you. I don't intend to be controlled by this little game of yours," Adohira said with a dismissive shrug
"Yeah, we're not gonna kill each other... now make yourself useful and make me some waffles." Emizel snorted as he crossed his arms.
"Do I look like your maid you fucking faggot?! Make it yourself you piece of shit. Gah, I wish you'd try another stunt like earlier, I'd just love throw your ass off this train!" Sabankuma roared as a tic mark appeared on his forehead.
Emizel bit back a growl as his shoulders tensed. "What did you just call me?"
"FAGGOT, and believe me, I'm not talking about a pile of sticks," the bear snorted clearly enjoying his own joke.
Wordlessly, Adohira continued to add various cutlery to his ever-growing pile of sharp objects.
"Just you wait, I'll bring the wrath of the entire Tanaka Empire down upon you!" the Overlord shouted.
Sabankuma rolled his eyes. "Yeah, whatever you say. I'm shaking in my boots. Look, despite not wanting to, I have to start cooking lunch. So why don't you both kindly fuck off?" he suggested as he pulled a chef's hat out of seemingly thin air before placing it atop his caretaker's hat.
"No," Emizel pouted as he stared balefully at the bear.
"Okay, fair enough, but I'll be taking these with me," Adohira said as he seemed accepting of the situation. He deftly scooped the cutlery into his cap before walking out without another word.
"See, at least the LARPer knows when to do as he's told. You should learn to respect your elders, fudgepacker." Sabankuma walked towards the cupboard and began gathering several smaller appliances out.
Emizel scowled, before eyeing what the bear was doing with a curious expression. "What are you making there?"
"If you must know, I'm making meat on the bone," Sabankuma muttered irritably.
"Are sure it's not bone the meat on, or maybe meat the bone on?" Emizel giggled as he clutched his sides, seemingly trying to lighten the mood.
Sabankuma collected a large piece of meat from the fridge and began to season it. "That sounds like something that asshole who got shishkabobed in Hope's Peak would have said."
Emizel frowned, sensing an opportunity. "What do you mean by shishkabobed? I didn't see any of what happened. Maybe you could share?"
A glint appeared in the bear's red eye as it started to glow dangerously. "I know everything that happened in that game, and I would be happy to share… on one condition."
Emizel huffed. "Of course you'd want something in return... and it would be a sucker's bet to not know what it is... But, I will ask anyways... how did it end? Who was behind the heinous game?" Emizel did not expect a direct answer, but he asked nonetheless.
"Kill someone, pass the class trial and you'll find out everything. I guess you could consider it your bonus prize," Sabakuma snickered. "It'd be such a shame if you died never knowing what happened to poor Gundam, wouldn't it?"
Emizel felt anger rise within him, but he remained calm "Well, unfortunately for you, I won't fall for your foul tricks. I care not for anyone else in that game. I was simply asking out of curiosity. And I, the Supreme Overlord of the Netherworld, will never give into your mortal temptations!" Emizel declared boldly, pointing at Sabankuma.
"You seem so confident in your answer. Don't you wanna know about the Devas, too? And where they are now?" the bear asked with a wide grin.
Emizel hesitated, but regained his bearings. "Nice try, bear! I refuse to buy into that! I am certain that they are safe and sound with my cousin. I just know they are alive and well, too!" Emizel retorted with a goofy smirk.
Saban finished preparing the food and placed it into a very large oven. "Believe what you want, kid, even if you have no way to back it up. I mean it's inspirational how trusting you are, considering the company that you currently have..."
Emizel frowned "And what is that supposed to mean?"
The Caretaker shut the oven door and made his way to the vegetable counter. He pulled a knife from his person and began chopping carrots. "Well, how do you know that anything they're saying is the truth? For all you know, one of them could be on our side..."
"I'm sure everyone here has a demon or two. I, for one, have several. And I do suppose that I would rather die having hope in everyone, than cowering away in despair and paranoia, like you wish for me to," Emizel replied softly, watching Sabankuma prepare the food
"You mean like when you cried like a little bitch after getting your ass stuffed more times than a Christmas turkey?" the Caretaker asked with a fiendish grin as he poured the carrots into a bowl and started chopping the onions.
Emizel paled as he growled. He just managed to keep his composure despite being visibly upset. "I will not give in to your taunts again," the Overlord said with a clenched jaw. "It seems I have no further business with you, so I shall now take my leave. Mark my words, your day of reckoning will come, sooner or later," he said before quickly heading towards the kitchen door.
"We'll see about that, won't we?" Sabakuma chuckled darkly as his blade continued to bite into the cutting board with a resounding chop.
8 Survivors Remain
*AN*I wanna give a huge shout out to Superguy and RaztheGiant. You both really helped me disect and put this together. I couldn't have done this without you. Also major thanks to my betas. You guys are the best!
Review Section:
Blazerxz
That's the benefit of having more time to sit with characters, you get a chance to appreciate them more!
ThePLOThand
Lol I've left notes in chapters in the past. It's super embarrassing haha!
StoryProducer214 chapter 2 . Feb 6
You mean the hot sweaty pillow fight? ;)
bellatrixshine
Yeah I feel like the motive fits SUPER well.
BirblordAlmighty
Saban may be my favorite kuma so far in this series. He's like a more extreme version of Kurokuma.
NSPunny
Hehe I would say that Kazuko is more of the Kokichi of the game :P
JCW18
Yeah it's why these updates come slower. It takes more work revising and adding new stuff than just to write from scratch. At least imo.
doomqwer
Hey that's very true. It would be a death sentence for sure!
