[Mini-game start! Objective: Kill the King]

Kyouya pauses mid-step as the screen pops up in front of him and automatically reaches out to catch the handgun that falls from thin air.

The world blurs before snapping back into focus, if a bit too glossy. The people around him have disappeared and the houses have lost texture like someone built them with large blocks. Even the concrete path underneath him has become a plain, smooth grey with no other high-lights or low-lights.

It's an entirely fake Namimori.

Kyouya takes a deep breath and just accepts it. Stranger things have happened. He calls up the map and frowns when he sees a mass of enemies congregating around his school with a few more scattered around the town.

A few dots signifying allies are moving quickly to the school as well and Kyouya approves of the Committee's instant response. He calls up the group chat and sees that everyone has the objective 'Kill the King'. More information pours in, about the school being infested with zombies and that the map is only as big as Namimori.

"Purge the herbivores," Kyouya commands and his words appear in the chat.

It's immediately followed by cheery answers and too many emojis. Kyouya closes the window and takes another glance at the map. There's one ally dot moving further away before pausing, and one other that's fast approaching Kyouya's direction, cutting over residences like it's open ground.

He turns and heads for that second ally, unsure if he simply underestimated the top speed of one of his pompadours. He darts up to a house, bounces off the wall around it, and lands on the rooftop before launching himself to the next house over.

They meet in the middle, landing on the roof almost at the same time. Fon looks quite content to be abruptly transported to Japan and told to kill things.

"I assume everyone participating in the Hunt is now playing the mini-game," Fon says with a smile. "Just like everyone can see your group chat. How is Orochibari and Luci?"

"Get out of my Namimori," Kyouya deadpans, already reaching out to flick through his menu.

Fon frowns jokingly as his name is thrown from the group chat list, along with Verde. "I wonder if Verde is wandering around here as well…"

Kyouya doesn't respond, turning and making his way across houses to the school with Fon following behind. He deviates from the path slightly when the stationary dot is only a few streets over, and they both drop to the street.

Verde is slowly using a scalpel to take apart a twitching almost-human, the creature pinned to the ground with the stand of a letterbox through its chest. Already, the scientist has an arm laying besides him, the bone structure laid out beside the muscles with thin slices of skin and nails on the other side. Further away is an abandoned handgun, the same model as Kyouya's.

"How did you keep the scalpel?" Fon asks. "Everything in my pockets vanished and I can't access the inventory."

"I was holding it," Verde says. "Now go, you're disturbing my work. I have to figure this out in case it disappears when I return to my lab."

Kyouya, on the other hand, jolts and shoves the handgun at Fon, trying to call his tonfa into existence. Nothing happens and Kyouya reminds himself to never trust the system with his precious tonfa ever again. He huffs in annoyance and stalks away.

A vague mumble comes from the scientist currently breaking ribs out of the way to reach the lungs.


Kyouya reaches the school first and Fon arrives moments later, flipping the gun between his hands and trying to get used to it.

The school has a strange growth coming from it, mostly near the Disciplinary Committee room. It's a dark grey flesh and strange, bulging veins run through it, throbbing a dark green like there was a heart pumping blood somewhere in the building.

Across the surface of the grey area, dozens of zombies are pressing outwards, almost detached. As they watch, a zombie breaks out from the infection and falls to the ground, splattering from the height then struggling to its feet.

A bullet from a nearby Disciplinary Committee member takes it out.

The school has a perimeter of pompadours around it and the first-floor windows show flashes of zombies being killed. In a cluster outside are pompadours laid out on the ground with wounds bloodying their clothes. Kyouya gets nods as he nears the make-shift clinic.

"They're not injured," Ren says when Kyouya gets close enough. "There's no pain, they just move really slowly now. Like 'slower that a sloth' kind of movements." A smirk tugs at his lips. "It's really funny when they try to talk."

Kyouya rolls his eyes and heads for the building now, intent on finishing the objective quickly. The entrances are full with pompadours meticulously cleaning out the infestation, most of them splattered in black from the zombies' blood, or dark green from injuring the weird flesh.

Kyouya avoids those passages, unwilling to get stuck with wave after wave of zombies. Instead, he starts climbing the side of the building.

Halfway up, the grey flesh clings to the building's wall. Kyouya grimaces in disgust but climbs onto it anyway. It feels slimy and rough and if Kyouya loved his school any less, he'd go and take a nap while the pompadours cleaned it out.

A couple of half formed zombies try to claw at him but the Committee below take them out with precision. Kyouya pauses in confusion when he encounters a butcher's knife, lodged hilt deep in the grey substance.

Either someone was cooking dinner when they arrived in the game, or one of Kyouya's pompadours is a serial killer. He shrugs and yanks out the knife to use on the infection.

Fon climbs to Kyouya's height and holds out a hand, the gun tucked into his pants. "Here, pass it over and tell me where the window is."

Kyouya debates stabbing Fon in the shoulder to make him drop down, but Kyouya doesn't want to get dirty when he cuts into the grey substance. He hands it over and Fon starts hacking into the infection with precise strokes.

It heals very fast so when Fon pulls away and nods to him, Kyouya immediately crawls through the gap, thankful that the window was open so he didn't need to destroy Nami-chuu property. Unfortunately, the grey is too thick for Fon to cut through entirely so Kyouya needs to push at it with his hands.

The inside of the flesh is gooey and viscous. He wriggles through the opening awkwardly and falls from the gap when he breaks through the other side, tumbling to the fleshy floor in the most uncoordinated he's been since he could first walk. The entire room is covered in the substance.

He grimaces in absolute disgust at the webs of stringy sludge that cling to his form and the way his clothes are now covered in green blood. He pushes himself up onto his forearms and pristine black leather shoes step into his vision.

Kyouya follows the suit pants up to a white shirt and dark red vest. Hair like the night sky frames high cheekbones, full lips and completely black eyes. The man smiles with an insincere edge and a hand drops down in invitation.

"Who are you?" Kyouya demands as he takes the hand.

He pulls Kyouya up to his feet and then even closer. "It's lovely to meet you," the man greets as he presses his lips to the teenagers knuckles, his eyes glinting with amusement. "You can call me King," he whispers like a childish secret.

Before Kyouya can introduce himself as 'God', a bullet slams into the man's forehead and he pitches backwards, collapsing to the pulsing grey floor. Kyouya whips around to see Fon struggling through the flesh that covers the window, a gun in his hand.

"Why did you do that?" Kyouya grumbles. "I was just about to fight the boss level."

Fon huffs in disgust as he finally drops to the ground, covered in gore. "My sincerest apologies," he drawls, clearly not sincere. "But he was far too close to you and practically seeping bad intentions." He plants one hand on his hip and waves the gun around. "Do you even know what 'stranger danger' means?"

"Do you know what 'kill stealing' means?" Kyouya retorts.

A shift catches their attention and they look to the man sprawled on the floor. King smoothly rises to his feet and wipes away the blood on his forehead, revealing uninjured skin. He calmly turns to the side and spits out the bullet before curling his mouth into an empty smile.

"Don't worry," King hums in a condescending manner to Fon. "You'll get a participation award at the very least," he chuckles.

Kyouya snickers as well, much to Fon's irritation.

"Listen," Fon begins. "The objective was 'Kill the King' and unless you simply have delusions of grandeur and there's actual royalty hiding around here, the mission is now over. How do we get out of the mini-game?"

King shakes his head in exaggerated sorrow. "Oh, poor thing," he sighs. "I'm the boss monster for a hoard of zombies. If you're surprised I came back to life, you need to sit down and rethink your plan."

Fon, not one for dragging things out, immediately steps forward, forgetting he's holding a gun and going straight for the martial arts route. Before he can move further, his attention is soon taken up by the strings of green suddenly spat out by the grey infection behind him.

King scowls. "Besides, you really pissed me off with that bullet, little red."

Fon tries to twist out but it's like tar and clings with desperation. It jerks suddenly and slams him back against the wall, the substance quick to crawl over him and try to engulf the martial artist.

Kyouya calmly ignores the struggling from the man, instead focusing entirely on the King. "Now that the interruption is gone…"

"We can get down to business," King finishes for Kyouya. "Would you like a quick ending or a slow one?"

"I'll bite you to death," Kyouya declares imperiously, falling into a ready stance despite the loss of his tonfa.

"That's my line," King chuckles.


Kyouya answers the phone absentmindedly. There's only silence on the other end and he checks that the call is still connected. "Hello?" Kyouya asks.

"I was eaten," Fon deadpans.

"I was thinking 'absorbed' more than anything," Kyouya admits. "You got out eventually. And interrupted my fight, again, because that seems to be your thing now."

Fon sighs. "I will not apologise for kicking us out of the game."

"Then apologise for burning down my school," Kyouya snaps.

"It's not really my fault," Fon argues. "How was I supposed to know that grey thing was incredibly flammable?"

Kyouya hangs up.


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A/N: In commemoration of not only Gamer hitting over 200 reviews, but Bite To Death as well, I've decided on a zombie theme. It's a bit short, but blame that on the 'mini' part of mini-game.

If I can manage, a mini-game will happen every hundred reviews, but I also might forget or simply never reach 300.