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Chapter 1 – Welcome Back!
Satoshi stared at the ceiling with a blank gaze. He was currently laying down on the floor to one of the schools' many classrooms, and honestly? He felt relaxed.
"Maybe, I should just stay here this time. Wait for someone to come to me."
Sounded like a good idea at first.
Then five minutes passed, and the anxiety set in.
"Alright. Fine, I'll get up." Satoshi pushed himself up with a wince. Feeling his bones lock themselves back into place he took a gander around the room.
"So, no one else is here?" He narrowed his eyes slightly. "That's strange…"
More investigation was required then. Perhaps his companion(s) had already left the room, or they never fell here in the first place. Anything was possible.
"Though, unlikely." Satoshi concluded. In all his time in this school, Sachiko had never switched the opening 'act' up, as it were. Two to five people end up in the same classroom and go from there. Meaning that either his friend(s) hadn't noticed him somehow, or-
"I'm alone here." He muttered to himself. "First time for everything, I suppose."
Too soon to conclude one way or the other. This required a further examination of the area.
Not even fifteen minutes later and he was back where he started.
"Unless that corpse was actually one of my classmates, I think it's safe to say I'm alone here." Satoshi stared at the bloodied name tag in his hand. "May seem moot to think that, given that this was on their person, but in here, you can never be sure."
'Yoshiyuki Shinohara'
Aside from sharing their last name with his loudmouth companion, there was little else to deduce from the rotting body. Though, on the other hand, there wasn't much else for him to examine. Until the next earthquake happened, he was essentially stranded at the beginning area. Two classrooms, and a flight of stairs he couldn't even fully ascend. Sachiko definitely wasn't throwing him a bone here.
"And there's not even any spirits here to keep me company, either." He sighed and laid his head squarely against the cracked wall behind him. "Guess I'll just wait it out until something happens."
Whether it be an earthquake or ghost child, he'd welcome anything at this point.
The former was far in preference, however.
"Gihh it bahh…"
So, of course, he got the latter.
Satoshi didn't react immediately. Standing up slowly, accompanied by an overexaggerated stretch, he leaned against the wall behind him.
"Yuki-chan, huh. How are you today?" a *click* sounded from the far side of the room and he sighed. "You locked the door. Really? That's just cheap, ya know that?"
The child didn't stop in her strides towards him. However, she flinched imperceptibly at the knowledge no 'human' should have had. Especially, given the fact that he had yet to look her in the eye.
"I'm not that stupid, Yuki-chan." He shrugged. "If I'm going to die, it's gonna be in a way I haven't tried yet. I've died at least ten times, trying to fight the pull your guys' eyesight has over us. It's a pretty unfair ability, I hope you know that-!"
He quickly dove to the left to dodge her sudden strike.
"Oi, oi I was monologuing here! That's not very nice, Yuki-chan." Satoshi admonished. "If my Imouto ever did that I'd be very disappointed in her-!"
"GIHH IT BAHH!"
"Shit!"
Cutting the banter down for the moment, Satoshi vaulted his way over a nearby desk to dodge past another strike from her pick. Idly, not for the first time, he wondered why she favoured said bizarre instrument to the others. Though, in this moment, survival took center stage.
A look at the barred entranceway caused him to narrow his eyes. Alright, so they really did lock the door on him. That's fine. He had never found a time where a lock was a permanent feature here. At least, not on doors that were more than decorations, anyway.
"Come on Yuki-chan!" the teenager taunted. "I know how all of you guys attack by now. You're gonna have to try harder than that."
"SHUU UPPP!"
The ghost lunged at him out of nowhere causing him to brace for impact with his hand. The scratch was clean across. He barely flinched.
"Tch. That's gonna leave a mark." Satoshi grunted as he kicked the distracted girl away from him. He had quickly discovered that if you don't show an immediate reaction of pain, the spirits won't know how to react. "Nothing compared to that time down in the dissection room anyway. I didn't even know fingers could bend that way-!"
He dropped to the ground as the spirit dove overtop of his head. Looking over at the angered child, he began weighing his options. Truthfully, he didn't have many, but he couldn't just dodge forever. One of the many advantages the dead had over the living was the inability to tire.
Something of which Satoshi was becoming intimately aware of.
"Haaaaa… you kids really don't let up…" he gulped air greedily, as Yuki's eye widened in anger. "Oh, come on-!"
Throwing a nearby chair in the direction of the incoming stab, Satoshi ran to the other side of the decaying room to try and get greater distance between the two of them.
"GIHH ITTTT BAHHHHHHHHH!"
Yuki suddenly reappeared behind him with a speed he wasn't expecting in that moment.
'Crap-!'
Then the school shook beneath his feet. Tripping on the unexpected vibrations, he miraculously dodged the incoming stab that would have taken out his eye. The girl, momentarily stunned, gave him the opportunity needed to get away. Satoshi groped for a piece of shrapnel sticking out of the ground and threw himself to his feet. Hearing the tell-tale sound of a click signifying the door opening, he bolted out of the room, the shriek of a disgruntled spirit behind him.
He couldn't tell how long he spent running for, only that he did so until he was sure he was no longer being followed.
"That…" he gasped. "Was too close."
It may have seemed odd for someone in his position to care whether he died or not, but it was more on the principle of the thing. Dying in such a way, again, was undesirable. Plus,
"No one likes dying." Satoshi concluded. "I can say with one hundred percent certainty, that it sucks."
Half an Hour Later:
The school had opened up dramatically for the unwanted hero. He had been given access to a multitude of different classrooms, each drabber than the last.
"Seriously?" Satoshi sighed to himself. "There's literally nothing here. Anywhere! These rooms are completely barren."
Not that he had expected any less, but he still had hoped he would have run into something new. It was also in this moment, that he realized just how much of an inconvenience it was to not have anyone with him.
"I can't grab that stupid board by myself!" he lamented. "How the hell am I meant to get anywhere-!?"
"YAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
He blinked.
On the other side of the room was Yoshikazu holding the board in his overly large hands. He was cradling it surprisingly gently as if worried it'd break should he move suddenly. Which was a fair assumption.
Then the man leapt over the impossibly large crevice to stand in front of the human.
"Um… hi…?"
Satoshi was confused. Rightfully so. Unfortunately, the zombie-like man remained incapable of proper speech, and so he didn't respond verbally. Instead, he placed the board on the ground in front of the puzzled boy and quickly ran out of the room screaming.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…"
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…
…
"Well. That just happened."
Best not to question it. Just move on and focus on exploring further.
So, he did just that.
An Hour Later:
He had circled the entire area, in as much detail as possible. Aside from a couple things of note, the hallway didn't lead him to anything particularly new.
Satoshi decided to list the things he found interesting.
1. Every door was open on the way, aside from two that he had yet to try for differing reasons: the science lab and the infirmary.
2. The blood splatter he had come to expect from Mayu was nowhere to be found. While that didn't necessarily mean it wasn't going to happen, it was still a good sign.
3. His hand was in bad shape.
The reason for the last point was that Yuki had tracked him down. Again. And apparently, she decided to bring a friend. Ryou was with her this time, and he hadn't managed to escape without further injury.
"Couldn't they have stabbed me elsewhere? Seriously."
His hand, precisely in the area that had been lightly slashed at earlier, now had a gaping hole in it. He wasn't unaccustomed to pain by this point. Especially in his hand. He'd been run through too many times to count. Still, he barely got away from the two of them this time. If his injury worsened, he wasn't sure he could hold back the involuntary flinches of pain that would come with it.
Satoshi hung his head.
"I guess there's no helping it, then."
He had to go to the last place he wanted to head to, in this school.
The infirmary.
"Fuck me."
A/N: Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! :D Most of the story is just gonna be like this. Jokey and zaney kind of a combination of the original corpse party and the sachiko's hysteric spin off :P. I realize the corpse party fandom is tiny but I've really been enjoying writing this short story so I'm happy that even one person reads it :). Let me know what you think in a review!