Chapter 2: Buried Beneath: Part 2

1:40 P.M. Day One

First Floor

Entryway

For a few tense seconds, silence filled the room as the thick metal door lifted up. People started rushing forward and shouting over each other. A mechanical sound cut through the chaos as a pair of gatling guns came into position. Before most could even notice them, they opened fire into the crowd and bodies started hitting the ground. Once the time elapsed, a dozen or so had safely made it out; however, most met their end during the hail of bullets. A few of the stragglers had run off into the hallways and back into the prison once the guns had started firing.

As the dust settled and the guns folded away, two people were left in the carnage. The soft sound of weeping from the green-haired girl was all that filled the air. She was kneeling over the dead body of another girl who was wearing the same green windbreaker as the person cradling her. The jacket was soaked in blood and riddled with holes. Her purple hair was also splattered in blood. Despite the injuries she suffered, her face looked like it was at peace.

The girl's sobs just barely cut out the sound of high heels clicking against the cold, cement ground. She turned to see a pensive-looking girl with blue hair and white glasses looking down at her. "Forgive me, but are you doing alright, Miss?" the other girl asked as she held out a handkerchief. The crying girl took it with a shaky hand.

"Of course I'm not! Kerryn died in this hell hole, and I couldn't do anything for her! Why would I be alright?!" she yelled. When she saw the other girl flinch, her anger crumbled away. "Sorry. I shouldn't be taking this out on you… Please forgive me."

"Y-You must have loved Kerryn a lot if you are this upset…"

The green-haired girl shot to her feet as she seemed to get flustered. "W-We didn't have that kind of r-relationship! We were more like sisters!"

"Oh! I didn't mean to insinuate anything. I just felt like you cared about her like she was a member of your family. I've always thought of one's family as a sacred thing; nothing can compare to the happiness you feel when you're around your beloved family," the taller girl explained as she cupped her hands over her heart. "I'm Faidra Rodas. I've worked hard to master my art, and Hope's Peak recognized me as the Ultimate Wax Sculptor. Regardless of that, I wish we could have met under better conditions."

"My name is Dawn Serepunk. I was labeled the Ultimate Synchronized Swimming Lead, but it doesn't matter anymore. Kerryn is… was the Ultimate Synchronized Swimming Follow. She was everything to me. Now... I don't know what I'm going to do," Dawn said as she closed her eyes. After a moment, they snapped open, burning with determination. "No, that's not true. I know exactly what I'm going to do. I'm going to make sure the monster behind this pays!"

Faidra flinched at the Swimmer's outburst and nervously fretted with the bow tied around her waist. "I-I can't imagine the amount of pain you're feeling, but maybe you should stop before you do something rash. You probably need to take some time to grieve first; anger is one of the stages of grief, you know."

Dawn tucked a strand of hair behind her ear as she sighed deeply. "Look, Faidra, you seem like a nice girl, and I know you mean well, but I'm not gonna change my mind on this. Kerryn has been my best friend since we were little kids. I am not going to sit by as long as the fucker who gunned her down is still kicking. So, I'm going to go find where they're hiding and get some revenge!"

"Shouldn't we be l-looking for an escape from here? All this gore and bloodshed is making me nauseous," the Sculptor said meekly as she tensely looked at the other bodies that surrounded them. "Besides, the one responsible for this probably made sure they were nice and hidden. I don't think they'd risk their safety with how many traps are spread around here."

Dawn crossed her arms and furrowed her brow. "I already told you I'm going to find them. Once I've made up my mind on something, I see it through to the end. If you're not going to help me, then this is where we part ways."

Faidra adjusted the straps of her backpack and shook her head meekly. "I may be scared, but I won't leave you on your own. Let's just be careful; everything about this place gives me a bad feeling."

"Fine, and thanks. Honestly, I haven't had to do anything on my own for a while. Hopefully, with help from anyone else still here, we can get out of this nightmare," the Swimmer explained with a small smile.

She turned back around and lowered herself onto her knees next to her friend's body. After a moment, she leaned down and planted a kiss on her forehead. "I'm so sorry, Kerryn. You were and always will be my best friend. Thanks for saving me." After saying her goodbyes and wiping away her remaining tears, Dawn left to start her search with an anxious Faidra following close behind.

1:59 P.M. Day One

First Floor

Hallway

Mitsuhide looked around in worry, wondering what was going on. She had gotten disoriented and found herself wandering aimlessly through the corridors. She was beginning to get nervous. The yelling and screaming had trickled down some time ago, and now everything was deathly silent. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear as she arrived at another empty cell block. The cell doors had been left open, most likely to release the ones that were formerly contained there. She sighed, a frown decorating her face.

"Another dead end... I should have followed that crowd instead of taking that side door. I don't think I'm getting out of here anymore," she mumbled under her breath.

The Ultimate Gothic Enthusiast took a few steps towards the cell block, her eyes taking in everything around her. She noticed a few discarded items on the ground, most likely having been left behind by their owners. It didn't take long to reach the end of the block, where she found some completely-open doors that lead to another hallway. The moment she stepped out, she heard something snap loudly, along with a cry of pain.

Mistushide wasted no time following the source of the sound. Thankfully, it didn't take long for her to get there. She rounded a corner into a hallway that was dimly lit compared to the rest of the prison. The girl could easily make out the form of a large, muscular man struggling in place.

"Fucking idiot... Falling for such a simple trap," he muttered. The man was too busy struggling with a nasty-looking bear trap that dug deep into his shin to notice the arrival of the goth.

"Oh my god! Are you okay? Let me help you!" she cried, closing the distance between the two.

The man wheeled around in surprise to regard the girl coming towards him. He scowled and turned his attention back to the trap on his foot. "I would be a disgrace if I had to rely on help from someone as weak-looking as you," he explained with venom in his voice as he continued trying to get a grip on the trap.

"Well, if you'd rather sit there with that thing on your leg, I can just walk away. If not, then let me help you," Mitsuhide replied, glaring at the man. "You're hurt, and I can help, so don't complain."

As the girl came closer, she got a better view of the bear trap. Unlike the ones often shown in cartoons, the contraption had been modified with additional spikes to keep one from grabbing a hold of it. It would be impossible to lay a finger on it without being stabbed in return.

A sigh escaped the man as he pulled his hands back. A quick glance showed that they were littered with small wounds from the trap. "Well, princess, if you think you can do anything about this, be my guest. As far as I can tell, there isn't any release mechanism. You're gonna have to pry it open, and you sure don't look like you could manage that," he explained coldly.

"I can manage just fine," the woman said in annoyance. She grabbed the metal firmly in her hands and pulled on the trap with all her strength. She let out a small, strained groan, managing to pry the jaws apart. "See? I did just fine!"

The nails embedded in the trap pressed into her hand right as she heard a clicking sound. She yanked her hands away right as the man followed suit, pulling his foot back at a lightning pace. The trap's jaws slammed shut again.

"Most of the traps in this place simply killed the others. What kind of sadist makes ones that don't even do that?" he questioned as he limped along the wall. "Takehiko Kioi, Ultimate Karateka. It is only fair I give you my name for helping me. Being saved like this is only the second worse shame I've ever felt. I'm still not as strong as I need to be, it seems."

"While these aren't preferable circumstances, it is a pleasure to meet you. My name is Mitsuhide Isoshima. I'm the Ultimate Gothic Enthusiast," she said, glancing around the area briefly. "You know, you raise a good question. What kind of person sets traps like these around here?"

"I-I can't answer the who part, ma'am, but I think I can reckon why," a voice called out in a thick southern drawl. A tall boy rounded the corner from the same direction Mitsuhide had come from. He slowly came towards them, nervousness evident on his face. He stopped once he saw both Takehiko's leg and Mitsuhide's hands. "Ah shoot, yer both really hurt. If I wasn't bein' such a coward, I could've hurried over when I heard the big feller there cry out..."

Takehiko sighed through grit teeth. "If you have nothing to offer, then piss off. At least the woman here had the strength to respond with some courage."

"Must you be so rude? He's clearly frightened by what's going on here," Mitsuhide snapped, glaring at the man. She turned her attention to the other boy and gave him a smile. "You aren't a coward for hiding. With all of the traps and other things, any one of us could have died. You were just looking out for yourself."

The boy took off his trucker hat and held it over his heart. "No, Miss, it doesn't sit right with me. I'm just on edge since this whole place looks like a slaughterhouse I got lost in as a kid. That sure put the fear of God in me..." he explained before he let his sentence trail off. He placed his hat back on and took a few shaky breaths. "A-anyways, Mama'd be furious with me if I forgot my manners. The name's Flint Anderson, and I'm from the Quiet Valley Farm. I was told the fancy school Hope's Peak was considering me for the next Ultimate Farmer. It's a mighty big honor since the last feller to have that title was Mister Bandai - rest his soul. He and my Pa worked together, actually."

"It's nice to meet you, Flint. There's no need to be scared, despite there being traps everywhere. I'm sure we'll be perfectly fine. You can call me Mitsu," the Gothic Enthusiast said, shaking his hand.

Before the Farmer could respond, Takehiko grunted as he began hobbling his way past them, doing his best to brace himself with the wall. "If you two are done wasting time talking, I need to get my leg taken care of. If you cannot help, then get the hell out of my way!" he demanded as his brow furrowed. Flint immediately took a step back as his shoulders shook slightly.

"Normally, I wouldn't bother helping someone that's as rude as you, but I would hate myself if something happened to you, especially if I could have prevented it," the woman mumbled with a sigh. "I'll help you. There must be an infirmary somewhere around here."

Flint shook his head as he stepped forward and raised his hand. "Nah, let me do it, Mitsu. I-I need to make up for my cowardice earlier. Oh! Here, use this to clean up your hands. I'd hate for you to mess up your pretty dress," he said with a nod. He pulled out a blue bandana and placed it into the Enthusiast's hands. Afterward, he walked up to the taller man and quickly threw the man's arm over his shoulder so the two could walk better. "Suppose what I lack in courage, I make up fer in strength. Pa worked me like an ox, so I can at least use it to help."

"Tch, fine. Let's just hurry. We only have so long before these wounds get infected, especially in a place like this," Takehiko muttered. Neither of the Karateka's companions noticed that his expression had softened.

2:11 P.M. Day One

First Floor

Rec Room

"Alrighty, Wooley, it looks like things are pretty quiet now. Think we should risk going out? I know Ryland was worried, but it seems safe now," a boy said as he clutched tightly onto a small lamb plush. The overly-long sleeves of his cardigan wrapped around it, keeping it firmly within his grasp. He looked over it thoughtfully before turning his head. "You're right. I should look around here first. Maybe there are some snacks or something!"

"Ooh, did you say snacks? Sign me up!" A cheery voice came from the doorway at the boy's back. A short girl with a side ponytail walked up beside the boy and flashed him a bright smile.

His eyes lit up as he started practically bouncing in place. "Oh! Oh! Oh! I know you! You're Amy Foster! I watch your videos all the time!" He practically shouted as he threw his arms around the girl. "I'm a huge fan! Sometimes sis gets mad if I spend too much time binging all of your stuff. Ooops, sorry, she also gets mad when I go around hugging strangers..."

"Ah, don't sweat it, kid. This is just the kind of stuff I have to deal with as the Ultimate Internet Star! Gotta say this is just the reception I've been missing since most of the internet went away," Amy explained as she patted the boy's shoulder. "Alright, sport, I think this hug has gone on long enough."

The tall boy pulled away and smiled sheepishly. "Hee hee... I'm sorry. Oh right, since you introduced yourself, I need to do that too to be polite! Okay, here I go. Hiya! I'm Riley, and this is Wooley. I'm the Ultimate Model. I'm sorry if Ryland says or does anything mean! My big sis says he's another version of me that shows up, but I've never met him."

The Star cocked an eyebrow as she looked over the Model. "Uh huh... Sure, kid. What are you gonna tell me next? He's inhumanly strong like the ingeniously-named alter ego 'Mr. Psycho'? Heh, then again, you talk like the kind of kid who would choose that name."

"Mister Psycho? What's that from?' Riley asked as he tilted his head to the side. After a few seconds, he looked to his lamb plush. "Have you heard anything about this, Wooley?"

"Ah, come on, kid. Haven't you watched the killing games that have been airing all over the place? Hell, they're so popular that I've even found a server where they make memes about them! What a bunch of losers, am I right?" Amy asked as she held back a laugh.

Riley puffed his cheeks to form a pout as he crossed his arms. "Ummm, no. Steph doesn't want me to watch those games. She says I'll get nightmares, but that's dumb! I want to know what everyone is talking about! I don't want to be left out! I want to know the memes!"

"Don't sweat it, little boy. I think you're too young for some of them anyways. Like, come on, what kind of weirdo wonders about if Patrick sexed Otto?" Amy mused with a dismissive wave. "Besides, we've got bigger fish to fry. I think you're going to get to be way more familiar with killing games than your sister was counting on. Better hope this Ryland can help you. Hey, why don't you stick with me? I could use a fan around to help me out."

The Model stopped what he was doing and dropped the lamb plush. His eyes seemed to sharpen and focus on the Star. He sighed as he stepped up in front of the short girl and bent down to bring face level with hers. "Listen 'ere, sheila, I can't take control all the time so you better fuckin' pay attention. Riley is a sweet kid, and I don't plan on letting 'im be used by anyone. It's bad enough he has to deal with his messed-up family. Don't think I'll let some ankle biter cunt go taking advantage of him."

Amy stared dumbfounded as the Model stood straight up again and took a few steps away. "What are you going to do to me, Ryland?" she asked. She couldn't keep her shoulders from shaking.

"Do to you? Well, let's just say Riley may not understand the family business, but someone was paying attention. So, listen carefully. You stay on your best behavior around Riley, and you don't have to find out. Sound good, you wuss?"

The Star meekly nodded, barely able to form any words in the face of someone so intimidating. Ryland smirked as he shook his head. He took a deep breath, his posture slouched some, and his eyes seemed to lose some of their luster. The Model looked around in confusion for a moment before he noticed that his hands were empty. His breathing became erratic and tears welled up in his eyes. "Wooley?! What happened to him? Did he get lost?"

"You have got to be fucking with me…" Amy said as her jaw slacked. She took a shaky breath, took a few steps forward, and scooped up the discarded plush. She looked it over in her hand before holding it out to the boy. "Here you go, Riley. Your big sister Amy found Wooley for you."

"H-Huh? Oh! Thank you so much!" Riley cheered as he ran up and pulled the girl into another hug. This time it lasted only a few seconds, so the Model could instead take back his lamb. "Are you okay, Wooley? Did that meanie Ryland drop you again? I don't know why he has to be such a butthead all the time. Wait, Amy, Ryland wasn't mean to you, wasn't he? Please don't be upset! He's always really cranky and a jerk! I'm really, really sorry! Please forgive me."

"I-It's fine, kid. Don't worry about it. Say, you wanted to get snacks, right? What do you say we go find some?" she said, trying her best to keep her cool. She couldn't help but steal glances at the boy, being very aware of each movement he made.

"Can we? That sounds awesome! Let's go, Wooley!"

"Tell ya what. Why don't you lead the way? I'll be right behind you, watching your back…" Amy suggested as she refused to look away from Riley.

The Model grinned widely as he started walking to the door. "Okay! Ooh, it's like I'm leading you there like I'm your knight and you're a princess! Let's go, Sir Wooley!"

Once the boy made his way into the hall, Amelia let out a groan. "Why did I have to get stuck with the crazy one? There better only be the two of them, because I am not dealing with twenty of these nut jobs…"

2:23 P.M. Day One

First Floor

Showers

Soft footsteps echoed in the enclosed space of the prison's shower room. It was divided into two halves: a front section with mirrors, sinks and benches, and a back area that contained numerous showerheads and even a set of private booths along one wall.

Hadrian hummed quietly as he turned off the faucet and moved over to an automatic hand dryer. Once satisfied, he stepped towards the center of the room and checked his watch.

"Quarter past one. Perhaps I should look for the kitchen soon even though I've already thrown off my meal schedule for today. Well, in this circumstance, perhaps that's not the worst thing to have happened… Ah, while I'm here, I may as well inspect the showers," he mused as he made his way into the back half of the room.

"At least there is some privacy to be had here. Though, I'd certainly prefer it to be more isolated than this. Oh well, beggars can't be choosers," he muttered as his eyes swept across the area. He was taken aback when he noticed a girl crouched in the corner of the room. Her intense stare, combined with her fidgeting shoulders, gave her the look of a cornered animal. Her hooded poncho and surgical mask did well to hide most of her features, making it difficult for Hadrian to determine if she was familiar or not. "I suppose that's another problem I hadn't considered. Is this room co-ed? I didn't see anything denoting it to be otherwise."

The girl looked on, bewildered by the boy in front of her. His monologue seemed only to confuse her more as she slowly stood up. She eyed the exit, but the presence of the stranger, who was partially blocking her path to it, discouraged her from moving forward. "W-What do you want, you weirdo? Isn't it bad enough I'm trapped in this place with all you monsters? Can't you just leave me to suffer alone?!"

"Oh? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to distress you. Ahh, where are my manners? I have failed to introduce myself," he said as he raised his hands. However, one hand started swaying slowly from side to side. "Greetings! I'm Hadrian, though you may know me as the Ultimate Thereminist. It's a pleasure to meet you, truly."

The girl's eyes narrowed as she studied Hadrian. "I-I know you're just trying to trick me! Y-You're just out to get me like everyone else! S-S-Stay back from me! Don't you dare touch me!"

The Thereminist raised an eyebrow as he took a step backwards. "I don't know why I would want to do any of that. Besides, I was just being nice. If you do not wish to share, I suppose it's your choice, though it may be a rude one," he said with a shrug. As he said this, his stomach softly rumbled and he looked at his watch again. "Hmm, maybe I should have lunch. No, it is too late for that now…" Silently, he turned around and started to leave the room.

The girl stared at the ground as she brushed a burgundy lock of hair aside. "D-D-Do you really not care? I-I, umm... She'd be mad at me if I kept turning everyone away… Hey, weirdo, wait!"

"Hmm? Oh, forgive me for my mistake. I had thought we were done."

"Yeah, w-whatever. Just listen. M-m-m-my name is K-Kiku Coleman. I'm Japanese, so just ignore my A-A-American last name. I'm a-a-a-adopted," she explained.

Hadrian nodded thoughtfully as he raised his hands again. This time, one rose and lowered in a gentle wave. "I see. In that case, congratulations. Now, if you'll excuse me, I think I'll be going now."

The mysterious girl was once again shocked as the Thereminist moved to leave. "Don't tell anyone else about me, okay?" Kiku called out. She quickly darted into one of the curtained-off stalls as soon as Hadrian left the room.

"That was quite different. I wonder if any of the others will be as interesting as her..." Hadrian mused. After a moment, he shook his head once as he continued onward. "No, I think after all the walking about I've been doing, I should have a light snack. I can still salvage my schedule by the time dinner comes up."

"It seems we have a few stragglers who were too incompetent to escape or unfortunate enough to stay alive. You all are trapped in my domain now, which I like to call The Bunker. Your chance to escape has been sealed away… for now. I will offer you the opportunity again soon. For now, everyone gather in the cafeteria. Be mindful; not all of the traps have been sprung yet."

2:37 P.M. Day One

First Floor

Yard

"Uh huh, uh huh, I see…" a girl with white pigtails muttered as she jotted down something in her notebook. She continued looking from the book up to the cavernous ceiling of a fenced-in prison yard. Large stalactites hung above the area and water droplets caught the lights, making them glimmer like the night sky.

The girl stopped when she heard someone clear their throat. She spun around on her foot and turned to face a confused-looking blond man. "Huh? Oh, sorry, I totes didn't notice you there. So, like, who are you anyways?"

The man sighed and chuckled softly. He scratched the side of his head as he looked back up to the girl. "I just tried to tell you that, but then that announcement played. So, you said that you had to 'talk to the stars' a few minutes ago. You do know those aren't real stars, right?"

"Pfft, of course I know that, fam. The real stars are like a bajillion miles away, but just look at how pretty the ceiling is. It's close enough for me. I am Hoshiko Hideaki, the Ultimate Astrologist. The stars are always giving me advice since we're besties, after all," she explained with a wink.

"Well, if it works for you, then that's cool, I guess," the boy mused with a shrug. "Oh yeah, I'm Magnus Hansen, the Ultimate Drummer. In my band, Ragnarök, I'm called Thor," he explained with a wide smile.

Hoshiko placed a finger against her lips and hummed in thought briefly. "Yeah, I can see that. You're a bit of a hottie, just like the movie star. Anyways, I need to finish getting my horoscope from the stars."

"I mean, I was going more for the Norse god, but I'll take being compared to a movie star. You're pretty easy on the eyes yourself." Magnus chuckled for a moment before adding, "Any chance the stars will give us any tips on how to get out of here?"

Before the Astrologist could respond, a loud laugh sounded throughout the yard. "You do not need the help of those simple lights in the sky, not when the brightest star is already among you!" a female voice shouted. A tall and very muscular girl jumped out from behind a concrete barrier. She struck a flashy pose as her golden, skin-tight suit hugged her generous assets. "Do not feel embarrassed! You are more than welcome to look over the perfect body of Vibora Dorada, the Ultimate Luchadora and queen of the ring!"

Hoshiko's eyes lit up as she looked over the Luchdora. "OMG! That was amazing! I'm low-key mad about what you said about the stars, but who cares about that right now? We've got a smexy wrestler in front of us, right, Thor?"

Magnus recovered from his surprise at the Luchadora's sudden appearance and noted, "That was quite the entrance. I should take some notes for my next show." His gaze traced up and down Vibora's body for a moment and he grinned. "Hoshiko's right. I feel a lot better knowing someone like you is around. We needed some muscle on our side. And hey, you said it yourself: you've got a perfect body."

The wrestler placed her fists on her hips as she gave another hearty laugh. Once she was done, she crossed her arms and smirked. "It was only fitting that the greatest hero gets the best entrance. Of course, such an intro demands it be saved for last!"

"Well, the best was totally saved for last, then." Magnus chuckled. The Drummer then reached into the back pocket of his jeans and grabbed a pair of drumsticks, idly tapping them against each other to a random beat. "I'm not exactly sure what's going to happen now though. Should we go find the cafeteria? As bad a vibe I'm getting from whoever was on the loudspeakers, our best chance at answers might be seeing what they want," Magnus mused. He turned back to the Astrologist and asked, "Hoshiko, have the stars told you anything?"

"My besties say that today would be a good day to focus and tackle small tasks! Like, normally on these days, I would do my laundry and all that, but I don't have any of that here," the Astrologist muttered as she pursed her lips in thought. "Hmm, maybe just work on meeting everyone? That shouldn't be too much of an issue for the stars. So, before I forget, what are your signs?" Hoshiko asked as she eyed the two suspiciously.

"I'm not really sure to be honest. Those're tied to birthdays, yeah? My birthday's July 17th," Magnus admitted with a sheepish grin as he scratched the back of his head.

Hoshiko nodded thoughtfully. "I see. You're a Cancer, the crab, then. You'll be fine. What about you, V?" Giving him a dismissive wave, she turned from Magnus towards the wrestler with an expectant look.

Vibora scratched her chin before nodding with a smile. "Vibora was born under the ram, Aries! But do not be fooled, for her strength is not limited to only being like that of a simple goat!"

"Good, neither of you are unfortunate enough to have been born a lame-o Pisces. Well, whatever, let's light this candle!" The Astrologist cheered as she looked back to the two. After a few moments, her expression became very confused. She ticked her head to the side as she asked, "Um... what were we going to do again? I think it was something about a cafe?"

"Yeah, that dude on the loudspeaker wanted us to meet in the cafeteria, I guess. Said something about there being traps that haven't been sprung yet, so we should be careful." Magnus nodded. He looked around for a moment before his expression also became very confused. "Gotta be honest, I have no idea where the cafeteria is."

Vibora shook her head as she turned and pointed towards the door back into the prison. "You do not have to worry. The Darling of Mexico is the brightest candle! I can easily lead the way for us. Now, let us waste no more time!" The Luchadora took off running as she shouted aloud.

The Drummer turned to the Astrologist and said, "Shall we? The last thing we want is to lose Vibora and get even more lost."

"Ugh, I don't wanna have to run too much, but, at the same time, I def don't wanna be alone in this place. Guess we better hurry," Hoshiko muttered as she turned back to the ceiling and offered it a wave. "I'll check with you guys again later. Byyyye!"

*Author's Notes*

Whelp, there's all 24 characters finally. Thanks to the betas for helping clean up this chapter, you guys are the real heroes of this community. And a shoutout to Celestial Sky Dragon and Blazerxz for helping write for their characters.

Thanks for stopping by to read, love you all!

Reviews:

Altomi:

I'm glad you're liking them all so far! Can't wait to hear what you think of this group, though I think I already know who your favorite is!

bellatrixshine:

I tried my best to keep the personality of the cast mostly diverse, only overlapping if the characters have deeper parts to them that will help them stand out in the long run.

Crit Fail:

I've had the chapter from Oasis open the whole time I worked on it and kept referring back to it just to make sure I didn't mess up any of the times or events!

NSPunny:

Well now that the gangs all here, I'd love to hear your opinion on them!

Magus1108:

I've enjoyed Aiya, she's different from the usual character I make, and it's always nice to get to step outside of my comfort zone.

The Celestial Sky Dragon:

Well there's no fun in a killing game where there isn't any a little pain, so having a lot should make it all the better ;D