House of Horrors: Isle of the Damned
Chapter 1 Act 2
We lucky few
Location: SCP Foundation Site 11037 (Recreation Room)
Time: 9:35 AM
Date: August 2nd, 2020
"You take that back you piece of shit! Take it back!" Ashton shouted as he slammed the man into the wall. Lars let out a laugh, a wide grin splitting his face.
"It's the truth. The reason why you are here right now is because you don't mean shit to anyone. Being turned into a tree is the best thing that happened to you,"
"Fuck you!" the Ultimate Treant shouted, throwing a punch at the Demonologist, who easily avoided it. The wall where his head had been cracked slightly. He let out another laugh, wiping his lip.
"The only reason you react that way is because I'm telling the truth. If I wasn't, then you wouldn't even feel the need to fight me. No one loves you, that's why they let you almost die in that hospital," Lars said, earning a growl from the man. He was about to throw another punch when a group of people arrived, quickly breaking it up.
"What the hell is the matter with you? Jesus Christ, we're in the middle of some important business here!" Daisuke shouted, standing in between the two.
"He started it. That twink was taunting me, telling me that I was the one that did this. It wasn't me goddamn it!" Ashton shouted angrily.
"Well if it truly wasn't you then you wouldn't react this way. The truth will set you free as they say. If you truly are innocent, then why are you making a big fuss about it?" the Demonologist asked curiously. Ashton growled, pulling his fist back when he froze in place. He tried to move, but he remained frozen.
"W-what...what the hell?"
"That is enough Ashton! I am tired of your behavior towards everyone here," the Ultimate Dryad snapped angrily. The man turned his head slightly, seeing the young woman holding her hand up, a vibrant green light swirling around her palm. "I am still discovering my powers, but the easiest one is plant-life manipulation. Don't make me leave you like this for longer than I need too,"
"You bitch! I thought you were a tree hugger?!" he exclaimed.
"I'm nothing of the sort. I just don't like conflict, it leads to making terrible mistakes. Mistakes that will change peoples lives for the worst. I do not wish to see anyone else die, not if I can do anything to stop it. So please, just drop it," Dalila said, in a saddened tone. Ashton clicked in his tongue, giving her a tiny nod. She released her hold on him, causing him to regain movement of his body.
"Don't you dare do that to me again Dalila, I mean it," he said firmly. He turned to Lars, who had remained stoic throughout the ordeal. "You, you need to keep your fucking mouth shut, before someone shuts it for you,"
"I'll keep that in mind, buh-bye!" he said, waving at the treant, who turned around and left the room. His booming footsteps shook the building as he disappeared down the corridor.
"You mind telling me what the fuck lead to this?" the storyteller asked, facing Lars. He shrugged, tugging on his jacket.
"I merely suggested that he was getting revenge on Isabella. He has a clear disdain for the fleshiesas he so aptly put. Not to mention, the way the body was pinned to the wall leads me to believe one thing,"
"Oh...and what is that thing?" Charlotte asked, standing next to the man, hands on her hips.
"It leads me to believe you are all brain dead retards, of course!"
"Tsk, fucking asshole. Let's not bother with this shithead, all he's good for is pointless comments," Mariana spat, swiftly turning around. One of her wings slapped the man, sending him sprawling back.
"Oi, you dragon bitch! Watch where the fuck you aim those fuckin things!"
"Whoops, I didn't see where I was looking, sorry~," the manakete said in a sarcastic tone.
"There will be a time where you'll be begging for my help. And I won't give it to you. Even if you grovel at my feet, even if you lick my ass! I will help none of you!" Lars shouted, gesturing at the group with his book, hurriedly taking his leave. Daisuke sighed, pinching his eyes.
"It's too fuckin' early for this shit," he said.
"Hmm... this encounter did show me a few things, however," Haruna said, grabbing his attention. He watched as the hostess walked up to the wall, scrutinizing the large crack in the wall. "This was the impact of Ashton's fist. Look at the crack, he's strong enough to break cinder blocks,"
"You make a good point, it must have taken immense strength to actually break that," he muttered, eyes narrowed in thought.
"You aren't actually considering him as a suspect, are you?" Felicks asked. Daisuke turned to face the fairy, a blank look on his face.
"I'm not pointing the finger at anyone, but someone had to have pinned her to the wall. One thing that eludes me is that steel stake, and how it was driven into the wall. If someone had drilled a hole into the column, I'm sure we would have heard it," he said.
"Not necessarily,"
Everyone turned to Eris, who had a rather pensive look on her face. Upon noticing everyone was staring, she flushed. Her snakes coiled back, each of them hiding their heads in the mass of serpents sprouting from her scalp. She cleared her throat, trying not to stutter.
"I've been thinking about something. This is an SCP Foundation Site right?" she asked, earning nods from everyone. "Well, wouldn't this place be sound proofed?"
"Sound proofed? I don't get what you mean," Diego said. Miya sighed, grumbling under her breath.
"Sound proofing! You know, that felty foam stuff that music producers put on their walls? She means that. But inside the walls. Either that or they made the walls so thick that sound doesn't travel through it," she said matter of factly.
"That isn't out of the realm of possibility. Ashton was able to crack the brick. If he's strong enough to crack it, shouldn't his fist have flown clean through it?" Kanemoto asked curiously.
"I could feel him fighting back when I held him. I'm still getting used to these odd powers, but I could feel his willpower. He can easily break through this wall, he was just holding back," Dalila added, a concerned look on her face.
"I'll be sure to jot this down, for now, we haven't gotten much time. We need to gather as much information as we can before our time is up." Daisuke said firmly.
Ashton's Strength (Cracked Cinder Block) was added to your Truth Bullets
Eris Stone's Sound Proofing Theory was added to your Truth Bullets
"I'll be returning to the cafeteria, to finish up with Isabella's body. Can I trust you to speak with Lars? I feel like he knows more than he's letting on," Daisuke said, looking back to Charlotte, who gave him a nod.
"Consider it done, good luck Dais. I'm sure we'll be able to solve this crime. With the stuff we've gathered, I'm sure we have a good case,"
With that, the two split up, once again heading to finish the investigation.
Location: SCP Foundation Site 11037 (Staff Office 1)
Time: 9:40 AM
Date: August 2nd, 2020
It didn't take long to find Lars. The young man wasn't exactly hard to track down. He had been in one of the empty offices, muttering to himself with his back turned to the door. All of the tables in the room had been moved, along with a few of the cubicle dividers. Charlotte wasn't exactly expecting what she had found, however.
The young man had drawn something on the floor. Something she had only seen in Occult films and in creepypasta. A pentagram, with what looked like human blood. She noticed that there was a salt circle on the outside of the pentagram, several canisters of salt having been tossed aside. It was all meticulously spread out so that not a single granule was out of place. The siren continued to watch as he flipped feverishly through his book, incoherent babbling escaping his lips.
"What the hell are you doing?"
"Ah! Back, stay back you foul beast!" Lars exclaimed, pointing his decorative knife at Charlotte. She quirked a brow, not at all threatened by the young man.
"I'm not scared of you, the hell are you doing? You trying to contact the dead or some shit?"
"Absolutely not! This is a very important ritual, one that takes a great deal of strength and focus. Now that I am a demonologist, I have been gifted with certain...aspects, that I wish to explore." he said, flicking his coat. "Now I would appreciate it if you take your massive tits and walk your cooter out of my office,"
"You know, I really wanna know if your mom is still alive. Because she needs to be informed of what an absolute chucklefuck her son is,"
"And I wish to know if your father is alive. That way I can tell him what an absolute cunt escaped his ball sack," he spat back. The siren sighed, pulling her journal from her skirt pocket.
"Alright douche bag, answer me a simple question. Do you know something about this murder that we don't?" she asked, clicking her pen, pressing it expectantly to the page. Lars let out a chuckle, crossing his arms.
"Even if I did, why would I tell you?"
"So that's a clear yes, the blood, where did you acquire it?" she continued, forcefully pressing the young man.
"Where do you think I got it? There was a surplus of blood at the murder scene wasn't there?" he asked. Charlotte's eyes widened as she looked up from her notebook, an emotionless look on her face.
"You ...you stole blood from Isabella's body?"
"That's right, it didn't take me long. In fact, while you all were deciding what to do for the investigation, I slipped in and grabbed some," he said.
"That's bullshit, you left. You said and I quote 'Whatever, if you need me, look for me in my room. But please, try not to need me.'" she paused for a moment, trying to take a breath. "You mean to tell me, while we were looking at our journals, you slipped in, grabbed some blood and slipped out?"
"Mhmm...funny what you can do when people are distracted huh? I only took a jar, enough for me to do what I need. Besides, it's not like she's gonna need it, being dead and all," Lars said smugly. Charlotte growled, hastily crossing something out before writing something in its place.
"Am I to assume you were alone all night then? Did you at least hear Isabella getting murdered? Or are you gonna keep that to yourself too?"
"What do you think sweetheart?" he spat in an annoyed tone. Charlotte sighed, knowing she wasn't going to get anywhere with the man.
Lars Weyer's Account was added to your Truth Bullets
Odd Ritual Was added to your Truth Bullets
Jar of Blood (Isabella's) was added to your Truth Bullets
"Now, if you are done asking questions, please leave. I do not want to waste my breath with you, hooker," he said, brushing her off with his hand. Charlotte smirked, reaching into her knapsack for one of her water bottles. She cracked it open, pouring it out on the salt circle, ensuring it was completely soaked.
"Have fun with your stupid ritual,"
"Ugh...you are made of bitch," Lars mumbled under his breath, as the Ultimate Siren finally took her leave.
xxx
Location: SCP Foundation Site 11037 (Cafeteria)
Time: 9:45 AM
Date: August 2nd, 2020
At the same time, Daisuke was just returning to the cafeteria. The corridor was completely empty, due to the fight between Ashton and Lars. Even though it hadn't even been an hour since the body discovery, to the storyteller, it felt like an eternity. He just wished to put this matter to bed and find the one responsible. However, his thoughts all came to a sudden halt when he heard the sounds of sobbing. Daisuke looked up from his journal, just in time to see Jose consoling Seisha, who was sitting on the ground crying. The young man quickly shortened the distance, kneeling down next to the two.
"Seisha what's wrong?" he asked. All he got as a reply was babbling and sobbing. He sighed, turning to Jose, who gave him a shrug.
"I dunno man, I walked up here and he was like this. Whatever happened, it must have spooked him," the demon replied. He glanced back at the samebito, a soft clinking filling his ear. The two noticed the small rubies that were falling around the humanoid shark. "He's crying rubies?"
"Samebito cry tears of blood, which solidify into rubies." the brown-haired lad said, placing a hand on Seisha's shoulder. "What's wrong bud, did something happen?" he asked curiously.
"I saw something scary!"
"Something scary?" the boy reiterated. He nodded, pointing a clawed hand at the cafeteria door.
"S-she's ...she's eating her,"
"What? Who's eating what?" Jose asked. Daisuke swallowed hard, the color draining out of his face. He shakily rose to his feet, walking toward the cafeteria. His hand flew to his mouth, holding back the urge to vomit.
Kneeling down before the pile of organs, was none other than the Ultimate Zombie Nurse. What was more shocking, was the fact that part of Isabella's thigh had been cut off her body, using the knife. Her hands were smeared pink with blood, as she scooped up some organs and shoved them into her mouth. She swallowed the bite in her mouth, grabbing another piece of severed flesh, taking a large bite from it. She almost sounded like a hungry dog, tearing into a sirloin steak that had been dropped onto the floor. As if feeling someone's presence, the young woman looked up, eyes wide like saucers as she took notice of the Storyteller. Her jaw dropped, a piece of muscle and skin dropping to the ground with a soft plop.
"T-this isn't what it looks like," she began. She looked down at the floor, gagging a bit as she finally saw what she had done. "Oh god, that's disgusting!"
"Kate, what the hell? How could you do this?!" Jose cried out, a horrified look on his face. The nurse looked at her hands, decorated with Isabella's coagulated blood. She felt around her mouth with her tongue, the subtle taste of iron and flesh lingered on her lips. She felt hot and sticky, her stomach swirling with satisfaction.
"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to do this! I was just so...hungry," she said, putting emphasis on the word. "I wanted to conduct a proper examination of the body, to see if I could find something new. But her flesh smelled so...delicious! Her blood tasted sweet, and her liver! Oh, it was so juicy and tender! I wonder what it would taste like if it were cooked,"
"Dios Mio! Voy a vomitar!" Jose cried in Spanish, racing out of the cafeteria. Just as he did, Diego, Felicks, and Kanemoto walked in, wondering for a brief moment why the Ultimate Demon had run off. Upon seeing Kate kneeling in blood, they connected the dots.
"Holy Arceus! What the shit is going on here?"
"Jesus, don't tell me she actually-" Diego didn't finish the sentence, already sick to his stomach.
"Guys, it isn't her fault. She's a zombie, Isabella's body was left unguarded. I will admit, I should have stayed behind rather than leaving. If only Ashton and Lars hadn't had that stupid spat!"
"It isn't your fault Daisuke, it's mine. I should just leave and stay away from the body. I should stay away from everyone!" Kate cried out, tears leaking from her eyes.
"It's no one's fault alright? It isn't your fault that you are a zombie. We should have done a better job guarding the body. Instead, we fucked off because didn't know what the fuck to do. I apologize, Kate, truly," Diego said. The girl sniffled a bit, giving him a smile. Daisuke reached into his bag, pulling out a towel he had recovered.
"Here, clean your face off. We don't need anyone else seeing you like that. Kanemoto, would you mind checking on Seisha for me? He was pretty shaken up,"
"Alright, I'll let him play with Ninetales for a bit, that should cheer him up!" the Pokemon Trainer said cheerfully. Diego watched her go, shifting his eyes back to Isabella's body.
"I'm sorry this happened to you, Bella."
"Y-yeah...I didn't think someone would do this to you. You had such a rough personality, I thought out of anyone, you'd live." Felicks said softly, bowing his head. His eyes caught sight of something, and he knelt down to look closer. "Um...this might be a morbid question but, this organ here, it's the heart right?" he asked.
Daisuke glanced down at the floor, looking at what the Fairy was pointing too. "That's right, that's Isabella's heart,"
"I see...I dunno much about human anatomy but, don't you think this hole is a bit weird?"
"Hole? What hole?" Diego queried, glancing at the organ. The green haired boy rose a dainty hand, pointing at the hole.
"That right there, it's right in the middle of the organ. I know the heart has ventricles and other arteries. But I don't remember if it had a hole in the center,"
"It doesn't. The heart doesn't have a heart in the middle, that was caused by something else." Kate said, taking a hold of the organ. Everyone gave her a worried look. "I'm not going to eat it, I promise."
"I trust you. What do you see?" the storyteller asked.
"It's a small hole, it's round. Looking closely, I had assumed it was a knife wound. But that doesn't seem likely." Kate said as she looked the organ over. She turned it around, seeing a matching hole, slightly larger, on the other side. "I'm not sure what did it, but this is likely to be a fatal wound!"
"Fatal wound? Do you think this was done before or after she was killed?" Daisuke asked curiously. Kate remained silent, not exactly knowing how to answer.
"This was...before, definitely before! This makes a lot more sense than evisceration. The Victim File said Isabella died almost instantly right? Maybe this is what caused her death!" she said firmly.
"That would make a lot of sense. Perhaps the evisceration and this wound happened at the same time. Maybe Isabella was already in cardiac arrest from this wound. The killer then stabbed her, pulled her guts out and wrapped them around her neck," Daisuke said, jotting the potential theory down in his journal.
"That's sick...why the hell would someone do that? If someone wanted to kill, why the hell wouldn't they just make it quick?" the Latino boy asked. Felicks sighed, wings fluttering a bit.
"Maybe it was because Isabella was stronger than she let on. Maybe she fought back, even while she was dying. As she was losing blood, the killer got the upper hand, and finished her off." he suggested. He slowly rose to his feet, turning away from the body. "I just...can't believe this. The world was fine! Everything was getting better...why is this still happening?" he cried, grabbing his head tightly.
"I'm not sure kid. Of what I am sure though, is that someone here is a lot stronger than they let on. Whatever the case, this has definitely been informative," Daisuke spoke, his voice founding saddened and fatigued.
Isabella's Heart was added to your Truth Bullets
"Daisuke, I have a question for you," Diego said, pulling the man aside. Felicks nervously watched the two, as Kate slowly stood up, still drying the blood from her face and hands.
"What's up?"
"Did you find Isabella's gun?" he asked in a hushed tone. Daisuke shook his head.
"Now that you mention it, I haven't seen her gun at all. I'm sure Riku would have handed it over if she had left it behind."
"That's my thought process too," he replied. The two men huddled a bit closer, keeping their voices down. "I'm not sure about you but, I would be worried. Whoever did this probably has her gun. I'm not sure if they can procure ammunition. But with the Tickets and Uses section of the rules, I'm sure they could buy some more,"
"I doubt someone would waste a ticket for bullets. Not when they're necessary for leaving this island,"
"I thought so too, but remember, if you kill someone with a gun, only a couple people are suspicious. Unless their head is blasted off their shoulders, the only one they'll blame is you," Diego said. Daisuke swallowed hard, his heart beat quickening a bit.
"Shit, he's right. I'm the only other person with a handgun. If the killer got their hands on that weapon, then they'll definitely pose a threat. Fuck ...I should have been more careful!"
"Try not to worry, I'm sure you have enough ammunition to defend yourself if it came to that. But we shouldn't mention it until the time is right. If someone figures out the gun is missing, it would cause a panic. That's the last thing we need,"
"You're right. Jesus, I can't believe we're on a supernatural island, with monsters and shit hunting us down. And what we have to worry about most is a goddamned gun," Daisuke said, causing Diego to laugh.
"Ironic isn't it? Our undoing is a simple missing firearm. I'm not gonna let that shit happen alright? I've got people outside this hellhole waiting for me."
"Your sister right? Alejandra?"
"That's right. She's older than me. We got separated awhile back, and I've been searching for her. I found a flier for the AUP in her room, so I decided to join up, in case she was here. I guess I was wrong. I don't even know what talent they gave me," the Latino boy said, a dry chuckle escaping his lips. "What about you, got any siblings?"
"I have a little sister, Erika. With luck, she's miles away from this island. But knowing Jibo, he's probably after her already. I wouldn't put it past him to grab our loved ones and use them as hostages."
"Yeah, the other killing games did that too...we shouldn't focus too hard on this. We should just deal with the problem in front of us,"
Isabella's Missing Gun was added to your Truth Bullets
A loud siren started ringing throughout the facility, causing the two men to jump slightly. Felicks let out a startled yelp, almost slipping on a bit of blood. The three boys and Kate turned to face the nearest monitor, which flitted to life moments after. The tired, but excited looking Jibo appeared on it, his gloved hands resting on his lap.
"This is an announcement for all remaining Test Subjects. Your investigation time is now over. Please, head towards the front of the facility and head to the car port. It's time for our first class trial to begin,"
The monitor shut off thereafter, throwing the entire room into silence. In the distance, a loud whirling sound could be heard, as the protective gates were lifted. Daisuke sighed, turning to face Isabella's body.
"I promise you, Bella, I'm going to bring your killer to Justice. They need to pay for what they have done to you," he said. Diego put his hand on Daisuke's shoulder, giving him a silent nod. The two started toward the doors, hoping to put this case to rest.
xxx(Investigation End)xxx
Location: SCP Foundation Site 11037 (Car Port)
Time: 10:00 AM
Date: August 2nd, 2020
The 23 remaining subjects had finally tasted the outdoors. Despite the raging storm the night before, the area seemed clear of detritus and rubble. Even the bodies of the deceased dogs had been removed. The skies were clear, with a few puffy clouds slowly drifting above them. Even the birds were chirping, singing their merry summer songs. It was humid, the air feeling a bit muggy. Daisuke poured over his notes, not noticing Mackenzie and Shiro walking up to him.
"Heya Dais! Did you find everything you were looking for?"
"I hope so. What about you? Anything you think can help?" he asked. Mackenzie nodded, reaching into her pants pocket.
"I found this in the corridor on the way out. I think it belonged to Isabella's gun," she said softly, placing the item in his palm. He looked it over, humming to himself.
"It's a shell casing. .38 Special. Seems to me like someone dropped this,"
"You see, my idea was that someone was being shot at. Maybe Bella's attacker had their own gun. Or maybe Bella herself was fighting back. When she fired her gun, the shell casing was ejected!"
"That would make sense, except revolvers don't eject shell casings. So whoever used this bullet, must have dropped it when they were reloading. Either that, or it's old. I can't exactly say it pertains to our case. Sorry Kenzie," the boy said, causing her to frown.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything. I knew it was a waste of time," she said. He shook his head, ruffling her hair.
"It's fine. It was good that you showed me this, you never know when something like this could come into play. So thanks for bringing it up!" he said happily.
"Tee hee hee! It seems everyone is finally here! Oh boy oh boy! I'm so excited for this!" a feminine voice cried out, causing everyone to stop chatting. They all faced forward, trying to find the source of the voice.
As if on cue, appearing from behind one of the armored vehicles, was a small plush looking animatronic. It stood only 2 feet tall, and had very sharp looking claws, looking almost like knife blades. It was a pudgy looking bear, with stubby feet. The right side of its body was a bright crimson red, while the left was a deep icy blue. Its left eye was glowing an ominous crimson as it glared at the twenty-three subjects.
"Sorry, it took me so long to get here. You would not believe how hard it is to get good service. Sheesh, it took me forever just to walk my ass to the boat docks!"
"Who the hell are you? One of those bear rejects from Hope's Peak Academy?" Ashton snapped, causing the bear to look at him. She snorted, holding back a giggle.
"Well don't you have a short temper? And here I thought being surrounded by nature was supposed to make you feel happy. What's wrong buddy? Did a woodpecker peck your pickled pecker off?"
"Enough...explain yourself. Who are you and what are you doing on this island? We haven't the time nor the effort to deal with you!" Haruna spat angrily. The bear sighed, shaking her head.
"Sheesh, the nerve of some people. Here I thought the Old Man would explain who I am but eh...what the hell. I guess I'll just have to tell ya!"
The bear jumped up into the air, flipping around for a moment. As she landed, she knelt down, holding a top hat in her clawed hand. She swung a baton around for a moment, twirling as she slowly stood up.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, children of all ages. Put your hands together for the Greatest Showgirl on Earth! Coming to you from Spooky Land in what's left of Kuma-Kuma Land, the hostess with the mostess is here to direct you all to your dooms! Give it up for the one, the only..." she paused, a loud drum roll filling the air. "Surassahakuma!"
Everyone remained silent, not knowing how to react to the bear's introduction. In fact, it was so quiet that the crickets could be heard chirping. The bear cleared her throat, placing her top hat on her head as she faced them all.
"Tough crowd, tough crowd. I can't exactly blame ya, I mean, one of you fucks is already dead. I would say they're sleeping with the fishes, but that's a better fate than being turned into breakfast!"
"Would you get on with it? If you are here to tell us you are another Monokuma wannabe, then don't. We don't have time for you or Jibo's bullshit. So take us to the class trial courtroom and get lost!" Shiro snapped angrily.
"Don't, you piss her off and she might actually kill you. It hasn't stopped the other Kuma's from doing this before," Daisuke warned, as he looked at the bear. "I take it that is why you are here then?"
"Correctamundo! You see, Doctor Momota is in a very delicate state. He can barely move around these days. The trip to space put a number on him. So that's where I come in! Syd and Miss Terazawa will be with me to precede over the hearings. But the final decision will be with me!"
"Just what we needed, a mastermind who is too goddamn pussy to actually be with us. What a fucking joke, I hope he dies of cancer!" Lars spat angrily.
"Hey! Don't say that! Cancer is a very serious thing, it's already debilitating Doctor Momota! You need to be respectful of him!" Surassahakuma cried in anger. She took a deep breath, turning around. "Come now, we must make it to the Class Trial Courtroom. There is a service elevator that will take us there lickety-split. Stick together, I'm not responsible if you fall off the platform and die. Hyuk hyuk hyuk!"
The twenty-three remaining subjects decided it was best to follow the bear to the courtroom. Just as she said, there was a set of plush red doors nearby. She pressed a few buttons with her clawed digits, causing the doors to be unlocked. As soon as she did, she stepped inside, gesturing for the others to follow suit.
The room was rather small, though everyone was able to fit comfortably. The old style elevator began creaking as it started descending. The metallic walls seemed to pass by as it went lower and lower. Arm rails rose from the platform, locking in place as they left the protected shaft, continuing lower and lower into the darkness. A single lightbulb illuminating the way.
"I'm nervous...what if we don't find the killer?" Charlotte asked softly.
"Hey, don't say that! We got a lot of evidence, we'll find Isabella's killer. I'm sure of it!" Miyaki said cheerfully.
"Mhmm! That's totally right, and if not then I'm sure my keen intellect will be of some use. After all, I am an investigator. I'm sure I can solve this crime with one hand tied behind my back!" Miya boasted, earning a chuckle from Ashton.
"You think so, kid? I thought you only looked for missing persons. Even then you are pretty bad at that job, seeing as Bethany and Haruna are standing right behind you!" he said, bursting into laughter right after.
"Shut up you!"
"Please Atua, let your guiding light help us find the architect of this ghastly crime. Their criminal ways must be punished. Their will pales in comparison to your holy light. I'm certain you will be able to help us in this trying time," Bethany said softly, as she clutched some prayer beads in her hands. Her head was bowed as she continued softly praying.
"I'm certain we'll be able to find a solution to this. I just know it, we have to believe in ourselves!" Nyx said, clutching her hands tightly.
"I sure hope you are right Nyx. I wish I was as optimistic as you right," Reukra said, glancing away after a second. "Though if I'm being honest, I'm not sure if I'm confident enough in myself right now."
"Neither am I. I keep seeing Isabella just hanging there. She was my first friend here on Hora Island. The one who took care of me for days before we even met Nyx. She kept me alive in the woods, and I wasn't even able to keep her alive! Goddamn it all!" Riku cried out, his arms shaking in anger.
"Oh my god, seriously? Can you stop blaming yourself? For fucksakes, the people who blame themselves are just pussies. Either own up to your ineptitude or shut your fucking mouth. You are wasting my oxygen," Lars spat, glaring at the Ultimate Neko.
"Hey buddy, why don't you fucking close yours? No one asked for your input," Jose replied, glaring at the Demonologist.
"We shouldn't fight! We should all be friends. Isabella was our friend, so we should respect her memory." Seisha said, towering over the two, an angry look on his face.
"I agree with Seisha. Let us at least stop being at each other's throats. Once this trial is over, we can figure out what to do next. For now, let us focus on finding the one responsible," Dalila said firmly. Everyone grumbled their reply, finally throwing the room into silence. It wasn't long after that it reached its destination.
"Alright, everyone file out!" Surassahakuma said, tapping her cane against the floor. The doors slowly slid open, revealing the class trial courtroom.
24 wooden stands could be seen, all of them fashioned into a circle. All of them had crimson runners, extending toward the steps where the subjects would be standing. The very front of the room featured three throne style chairs. The largest one was where Jibo Momota would sit if his name tag was evident. Next to that chair lied two more. One being occupied by Syd, and the other by an unknown woman. Surassahakuma sprinted forward, jumping onto one of the stands. She spun through the air, landing in the large chair, whirling around to face the group.
"Welcome one and all to the Class Trial Courtroom! This here is where the magic happens! I'm sure you know how this shit works, but I'll explain the rules momentarily. Now, take your seats! This is where the fun starts!"
"So, mind telling us who you are miss?" Daisuke asked as he found his stand. The woman in question sat up slightly, pushing her glasses up her nose.
"My name is Saino Terazawa. I've been asked by Doctor Momota to watch over these trials. I am here to ensure everything runs smoothly and the rules are followed. Syd has been assigned to the same job. Worry not, we are not going to interfere in any way," she replied. Syd cleared his throat, tugging on his lab coat.
"That's right, we're just here to document things as they go down. Who lives, and who dies, is completely up to you. Everything you know about the other killing games will be useless to you. And now that you've taken your stands, let the Hora Island's First Class Trial, commence!"
xxx(End of Chapter 1 Act 2: We Lucky Few)xxx
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AN: Man, this chapter was a blast to write. We finally finished the investigation and got all of our clues gathered up. But who's the puppet-master of this crime? Will the clues help you at all? Or am I just spinning you in circles? Who knows really? Well...I do I guess.
And with this, the first class trial officially begins. We also get introduced to Surassahakuma! The newest Kuma coming straight from Kuma-Kuma Land. But who is she? Is she like the other Kuma? Or is she someone else entirely? Is she an AI? I'll let you all figure it out yourselves haha.
Whelp, with this chapter, I am taking a small break. I've been cranking these out for a bit and I wanna take a break. So you all get another cliff hanger ending, at least until the first half of the Class Trial is Posted. And speaking of that, my class trial format is a lot different than Crit's. I like to style mine to look as close to the games as possible. The system might be a little different than what you are used to. So I'll be doing it my way. If you all like it, then that's how it will stay, but if not then I shall revert to the more traditional LoD style of Trials.
I'm gonna take off now. I do hope you've enjoyed these chapters. They've been a blast to write! See ya soon~