Free Time I

Skipping merrily through the halls with murder in my mind, I realized once I kill someone, I will be able to leave this place, but will not know how and when. Will I be leaving immediately? Will I have enough time to say good bye to everyone? Will our last moments be filled with everyone's hate at what I done, or maybe they'll understand why I had to?

"I can't accept something like that!"

That's why I decided, I'll spend some time with the people here in order to make some good memories until I commit murder. Plus, it does good to use stuff to exploit their weaknesses for when you want to kill that person. The ones I hang out with, one of them might be the one who'll end up killed by my own hands.

"Hello, Takara." Reika announces herself. "What's wrong? You look like you're in a trance of some kind. Are you thinking deeply about something."

"Well..."

Free Time with Reika

[Yes] [No]

"Ah." Reika having just been explain on my response. "You were thinking about what new stunts you're going to pull after we get out of here."

Some part of me was thinking about that, so it doesn't count as lying.

"That's good to hear."

"Y-You're too kind Miss Reika for overanalyzing me in a positive manner... My stunts aren't anything special to have your praise."

"Huh? Oh, no, I wasn't talking about that. I meant its good you believe we're going to get out of here part."

"Oh."

"B-But, I mean your stunts can also- They are also good to hear how much you think about your stunts for the sake of your fans!"

"N-No, I get what you were just saying something positive and I made you feel bad for trying to be nice as always. Sorry."

"It's okay. ...Takara..."

"Y-Yes?

"Um..."

! I see. Knowing her, she just walked up to me without thinking about what we should talk about. What could a oxymoron pair like us talk about? Damn, I made her feel awkward for being nice enough to start talking with me. I'm terrible! The worst!

"Miss Reika. I'm just wondering, if you don't mind answering..."

"Sure, ask me anything!" Reika ready to continue the conversation.

"How... did you become the Ultimate Artist?"

"..."

"Was that a bad question?"

"N-No... It's just I'm not use to being ask that? Do you really want to know?"

"...Not if you don't want to."

"...Thank you. It's not really the fiery special, exciting story you're hoping for. I just became a good artist out of nowhere."

"In what fields? I'm actually confused what artist your Ultimate is implying. They're are several types of artist. I mean there's martial artist, but... I don't think someone of your... build is capable of lifting anything heavier than a textbook. N-No offense! If you're interested in doing hand to hand, then you should go for it. Don't let my pessimistic words stop you!"

"Don't worry. I have zero interest in any form of fighting. I bruise too easily. One time, someone accidently threw a apple at me, and the apple wasn't the one that got bruised!"

"..." ...I known its wrong, but that so funny!

"Are you laughing inside?"

"N-No! O-Of course not!"

"Really?"

"Y-Yes!"

"Alright. For a second, it felt like you were, but if you say you didn't I'll believe you."

"Thank you." Forgive me for lying! "So, what arts do you specialize in!" I'm already for sure its not the black arts.

"My field of art is basely using the classic pen/pencil and paintbrush so that makes me a drawer and painter. Drawer first. Painter second. My worst is mix media and photography. It's too complex for me to get into. I was hoping Hope Peak's Academy would help me improve a little on that and other stuff, but... Here I am..."

"Yeah..."

"But, its alright. We will get out of here. I'm sure of it! The sooner we get out, the sooner you, me, and the rest of us can spend time as real classmates, and not prisoners."

"I like that."

Reika's so sweet, kind, and considerate. I'm grateful such a girl is even speaking with something like me. How long will it last I wonder?

Reika's Report Card has been updated based on your experience with him.

We parted ways on good terms.

Next, I decide to head to the cafeteria seeing the spawn of absolute annoyance.

"Hello, Takara." Naoki greets merrily. "What a lovely day this is. Well, it was until you dropped by."

Should I really be doing this?

Free Time with Naoki

[Yes] [No]

Well, I might end up killing him. In fact, its most likely I will be laughing while stepping on his corpse, so the least I can do is endure a mere chat without lashing out on him. I should get to know things about him since I'll be using it at his funeral in addition to some daringly funny jokes. That is if someone will even arrange one for this guy.

"Haah...? You want to spend some time with me? Hm, I don't know what to say." He grinned. "You must be a massive masochist if you came to me knowing I'm going to verbally abusing the hell out of you. Ahaha! Just a heads up, I don't have any chew toys, kibble, or a bone: rewards for you."

"A-Ahaha..." God, what was I thinking when I decided to spend time with this asshole?! This feels like something out of a fan fiction poll with its great force compelled me to do this! Hey, male sadistic viewers! When you sleep, better hope I don't come out of your computer and give it to you! Trust me when I say you won't like it! As for any females viewers... Well... B-Bad girl! Sorry for being hard on you...

"? Your face is cherry red. I love cherries, and also a type of cherry if you know what I mean unless you're too stupid. Perhaps you're body burned up in lost of not getting a reward. Mm, I might have something, but if you want a reward, you're going have to behave like a good bitch and beg."

Must. Not. Kill. Yet.

"Naoki! So, um, what brings you here?"

"..."

Curse him!

"...Master Naoki. Will you please tell this... bitch what brings you here?"

"Hm... That's better. Since, you asked correctly ...on a second attempt, I'll tell you. Look at my three o clock."

I follow his instructions.

"I see... the window?"

"Look further."

"Trees?"

"And, below them are a row of plants, flowers, and bushes."

"Oh, I didn't notice them."

"Well, if you're looking from the view of a game's background, of course you won't see it. You got to see it from inside the game to see it."

"What are you talking about?"

"I'll put it in a much simpler way so that it doesn't sound like I'm breaking some sort of wall. See the closed world we're forced to live in from the inside and not from the outside. Get it now?"

"Yeah." Accept this place as your reality and you'll see more than what you saw denying this place. Makes sense as I'm not accepting this place because I'm planning a murder to get out of here as he is not. I guess I shouldn't be surprised since his specialty is growing plants like a pansy.

"We explored the entire first floor, well I did thoroughly, yet I can't find a way to access that area. To see that lush green yet unable to feel it makes me so...! Sad." His expression turns dreary. "I haven't been able to feel the sensation or care for the plants I love so much. It's painful just seeing them, but I long to stare nonetheless. Monohyou took away what's most important to me. How will I be able to endure this sadness in my heart?!"

"Naoki..."

"Maybe a pair of strong... muscular arms holding onto me will lift my spirits! Anything further would be fine!"

...

"This really brought me in the mood. I'm going to try to score will a guy or two. Byeee!"

That guy... he makes me feel so disgusted!

Naoki's Report Card has been updated based on your experience with him.

I don't want to have my report card updated with him!

Erasing the horror, but failing miserably, I wander around with no destination in mind until I see someone in a classroom.

"Hey there." I greeted casually.

"Takara." Freed stared dubiously. "What brings you here?"

"My reason..."

Free Time with Freed

[Yes] [No]

"I suppose I now got time to waste seeing no further progress in our escape has come to light. But, that doesn't mean there won't be any in the near future! We won't this terrorist win!" Freed poses confidently with pride.

"Thanks..."

"What would you like to talk about?"

Let's see... What would be a good conversation starter topic?

Vietnam
United States
Russia

"Why not let about your home country? The U.S, United States, America. What about it makes you proud to be a American?"

"Very well." Freed smiled, probably the first time since coming here as far as I know. "You see. America is without a doubt the best country in the world! We are the leader of the world who have helped several countries who needed help from global colonization! We fight terrorism with a iron resolve that refuses to negotiate with their kind! Our 1966 Ford Mustang convertible is unrivaled by no one!"

"...You must really like America."

"It's my life and soul! As a proud marine, I give my everything to serve my country to the best of my abilities! That's why I even bothered coming overseas. I've told you this before I believe."

"*Growls*"

"Hungry are we?" He looks at me with pity. "A girl like you has no class. Though not as bad as Shichi. Still..."

"I-Is that a problem? I can't control my stomach, you know? Trust me. I tried and failed every time."

"No, I'm not saying this is your fault, but your country's economy is to blame. You have your ramen, teriyaki, rice, and other weak crap. Unlike in America with our good old tater tots, corn on the cob, real butter, popcorn, a big, juicy, corn-fed, dry-aged steaks, hot dogs, and the classic pride of America, the hamburger!"

"I have had all of those before. They're very delicious, but it causes me to gain weight easily. Luckily my stunts and training burns and tones down my body very fast and smoothly."

"No! You haven't truly have them until you had them made by a American chef, served inside a log cabin on American soil!"

"I guess so." Don't really care. Food is Food. It's either good or bad and nothing more.

"Your culture is messed up. If you ever read a book, read the novel the Great Noise, and you'll see a new world opening up in your mind."

"I'm not the reading type." Nor the school type. Or anything relating to school at all I bet.

"Well, that hardly matters. As long as you can cook and clean, you can pass as a decent housewife if you lack all academic skills."

"..."

"You can cook and clean, right?"

"Sure..." Note to self. Don't let him inspect my room.

"That's good. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have other matters to attend to. This time together was... not bad. I don't mind if we do this again. As long as it doesn't interrupt my schedule that is."

When I first met him. I assume he would be a total stickler for the rules. But, now I can see there's another side to him which can make him actually fun to chill with. I'm going to have try opening it. Bet, we'll have some real fun together.

Freed's Report Card has been updated based on your experience with him.

I head to my room until...

*Ding dong, bing bong*

Turning on my e-Handbook.

"Nyaa, hello everyone. Having a nice chill time. Got plenty of cat naps. Good! Because, we're about to move onto the next stage! Assemble to the designated area I've placed inside your maps. I'll be waiting. Don't keep me waiting unless you got a life to spare!"

Huh? What's going on? Older B- Hyobu didn't mention anything about this to me. Doesn't sound good. Not to mention his method of where to go... What's he up to? Better go and find out.

Next, you know what happens, right? In case you don't, its the motive. So simple a answer you don't need to think about it.

How was my first attempt at a free time? I've never done one before so I appreciate some commentary on that. I plan to do a Free Time II before the first murder occurs so some advice would very much be appreciated.

Nothing left to say except... Big Bad Wolf signing out!