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notasstrange2023-07-29 07:39 pm
strangerpeople) wrote in notasstrange2023-07-29 07:39 pm
SHIFT Meme
WELCOME! There's been a lot of SHIFTing in this round, hasn't there? What if you were SHIFTed into another round, or another version of this round, or even one of the rounds in R7's backstory? Or....maybe somewhere else entirely??
Look no further than here! So sit back, tap into the morphogenetic field, and come on down! Your characters are the next contestants on...on wherever they end up! Oh boy!
| 1. The Ship of Blood Well, this one is familiar at least! But...who are all these people with you? Is that one of the Spardas? Wait-who's that guy with the fedora? You mean there are timelines where there are more rounds!? BOOOOOOOO! 2. The Home of Happiness and Horror Oh great, you're in Denton, Aka a soundstage where you are forced to kill one another in front of a live worldwide audience. Oh, and said audience gets a vote in who dies. Oh, and in some timelines, you randomly start singing! Or...wear full body costumes. It's weird. 3. ??? The Meme is ever-present. The Meme will not be contained. The multiversal clusters are vast and infinite. Perhaps you SHIFT into a previous game. Perhaps you SHIFT into a game as yet known. Or perhaps it is happening right now. Who knows, now...and what fate awaits you...? |
cw: suicide
[Tears roll down her eyes, and she sobs. She almost drops the pistol. Almost.
But. She made a promise to herself. She would succeed. And she would do it on her terms.
Propping Akane back up in her seat is first. She puts a blanket around her. Refills her tea with a shaky hand, before she takes her own teacup. There's no blood that she can see on her clothing-good, good. It will make this all the less obvious.
She walks out of the tea room with the pistol and the teacup. She's already decided what she's got to do. Her roommate...her poor roommate. Hubert is going to be hurt by what she is doing. They all will be. But she has no choice. Not anymore.
She can feel her sins, her despair, crawl up her spine. She can hear the whisper in her mind telling her go back, go back and make more tea, make more for your friends, they can all join in and you'll never lose another friend again. Why worry about getting away with it? You'll have whatever you want if you just listen. You don't have to do this.
She does her best to ignore it as the temptation gnaws at her. She hates it. She hates that she wants to give in. But--no. She still has some kind of hope left. Just...not the kind that can delay the inevitable.
She is quiet when she gets into her room-the room she and Hubert share. Gently, she places the pistol into Hubert's dresser drawer, wrapping it up in his clothing. Then, and only then, after she's changed into her nightgown, does she drink her tea.
If only her own death matched Akane's. Matched her crime. Instead, she shakily goes under her covers, and lets the poison take her. It's what a coward deserves-and she knows when she wakes up next, she will not be in heaven with the woman she just killed.]