The Plot Is Thicc And Getting Thiccer

Nagisa has never cared for his classmates happiness, nor their safety. His protection of them is merely to avoid making them emotional if one of them dies, thus distracting him from his goal and being held in place while they mourn. He thought, that, anyway.

But he's found that, the more he loses his sanity, the more his empathy grows. This computer is affecting his classmates, stopping them from learning and having fun. So he decides he hates it, and he'll... solve the problem. Personally.

He drags Karma out of bed at midnight, and the redhead confused, follows, still half asleep. Nagisa uses that to his advantage, and leads him to their shabby classroom, hoping to God nobody ever tries to kidnap Karma when he's just woken up.

He can't deal with anymore kidnappers this month. They become boring after so many encounters.

They hide outside the classroom door, the only light illuminating their way is the moon, but it's not even full, since the Pokemon Reject blew it up. He's going to write that one in Koro-sensei's weakness book, which is really filled with clever insults. That was an awkward conversation when Bitch-sensei decided to read it.

She was thoroughly amused, and forgot about the uselessness of it, because, in Nagisa's opinion, it was fucking hilarious.

There's some commotion in the classroom, and Nagisa wants to laugh, because of the coincidence. Guess he wasn't the only one wanting to do something about it. Karma gives him a look and then cautiously opens the door, not all the way.

Then they're crouching against the wall, spying on whoever is there, doing their job for them. Or the job they took up when they realised there was a problem.

Yellow octopus is there, tools strewn about the floor, talking to himself, or the machine. The scene would be comedic if it weren't so sad. Nagisa wonders if Octopus even has a life that isn't teaching.

"You two should be asleep right now, and it's rude to spy" Because of course the octopus is behind them now, staring at them with whatever emotion he's feeling now, but Nagisa doesn't know what, because his face is still yellow, and he's basically a walking talking smiling emoji.

"What are you doing?" He asks, voice cheerful, as usual. Karma turns to Nagisa and smirks, and Nagisa can feel the sadism practically radiating from him.

"Nobody said we couldn't assassinate you at night" And he throws himself forward, knife slicing through air, but never slicing through a peice of octopus or tenticle. He stops and sighs, turning back to Nagisa with a shrug.

It's funny, because Karma doesn't actually know why they're here, so he assumes they're here for assassination purposes. Like Nagisa would actively go out of his way to feed into the assassinating class. He still wants to be a mage.

"And dragging Nagisa in, that's unfair" Nagisa thinks octopus is pouting mockingly, but he's not too sure, so he lets out an uneasy laugh and glances at the computer, wondering just what exactly the octopus did.

"Sorry sir, we should get home" Nagisa says, head lowered, though he has no intention to leave right now, so he doesn't move, hoping he'll be left alone.

"Do you want a ride?" Octopus asks, ever the perfect teacher. Karma looks at Nagisa, who nods, and he smiles back. Nagisa wonders how Karma gets it, because Nagisa doesn't even know why he was nodding.

"Sure teach, thanks" Karma responds, then They both turn to Nagisa who shakes his head, and then they're gone, leaving Nagisa to bask in the silence and freezing temperatures on top of this hill. He loves loves loves it.

Then he walks into the classroom, a smirk on his face, sits crosslegged on one of the tables (He's never been able to that before) and taps the top of the computer-thing that he's never been bothered to learn the name of.

"Hello?" Says a girl with pink hair, in the middle of a meadow. Wow, octopus really outdid himself with this one, but then again, maybe this was like childsplay? Nagisa doesn't know that things limits, but he's not scared.

Because he himself doesn't have limits, either.

"Hi! I'm your classmate Nagisa, and I was wondering if, being a computer, you could help me out with something" He says, lifting up his hand in a friendly wave and smiling. It feels fake.

"Sure, nice to meet you, what would you like help with?" God, this entire conversation is wholly fake. A computer and an act, what a comical situation.

"Have you ever played a game?" He asks, suddenly serious. The computer waits for a second, before speaking again, fake smile never faltering.

"No, but I know about a lot, the kinds that you play on a computer, or a games console, like-"

"Nonono" He sounds loony when he says that, and to be completely honest, he feels it.

"A real life Game"

The computer isn't happy and bubbly now, more serious, and Nagisa mentally jokes that he's entered the dark web. She looks at him through the screen, and the emotion on her face, for a manmade robot, is amazingly detailed.

"Life is a game, but there's only one player. I can't give away the poor of the game, can I now, player" There's a beeping undertone, one that Nagisa knows, and shivers are sent up his spine, when he realises the computer isn't talking right now.

The system is talking through her.

His mouth is dry, not from fear, but from excitement. The plot thickens.

"Truly lost to insanity now, aren't you? But your slowly growing attached, because you know you can. You won't loose them, so you can. They'll be fine, so I won't warn you, but that's all I can give away for now"

Nagisa smiles his thanks, and slowly walks away, with the computers - the real one's - voice ringing out behind him.

"Nagisa, where are you going? I never answered your question" It says, and Nagisa stops, looking at it over his shoulder. He only says three words before he leaves.

"Yes you did"

The game system is a god. And Nagisa isn't threatened. He's playing a game with god, so he'll win, and he'll become

A god.

Now he's excited.

Hello.

Best A/N ever.