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danganregretstestblog · 4 years ago

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Now Playing: Ruins

> Move to: Door

I rushed over to the nearby door, ready to find some answers to all these questions I had. And like hell was I just gonna sit around and wait for the fucker who did this to me to come back and have their way with me. I shoved it open, and was about to dash down the hallway when I felt the door slam into something.

"Ow!"

Or well, someone.

> Talk to: ???

"Ngh..." A young man with blue-green hair and heterochromatic green eyes- one dark green, and the other a lime, almost neon green- dressed in a partially untucked white undershirt, blue tie, and teal overcoat sat up, rubbing his forehead. His black dress pants had streaks of dust, and I noticed some bad scuffs on his dark gray dress shoes.

"Goodness me, where am I...?" He muttered, looking around. The reasonable thing to do would have been to help him up and ask him his name.

But I was not thinking reasonably.

Now Playing: Living to the Fullest

I pinned the guy to the wall, holding one of my knives to his throat. "Hey! Are you the one who brought me here? Who the hell are you?!" I said, voice fraught with anger and paranoia. His eyes went wide as he froze, starting to shake.

"Wh-What are you talking about? I haven't done anything! A-And aren't those p-plastic knives...?" He stuttered.

"Yeah, and I'm the Ultimate Knife Thrower. You still wanna test me?" I snapped. He shook his head no.

"Good. Now answer my questions. Are you the one who brought me here?" The guy shook his head again, but I wasn't convinced.

"S-Sir, please, can't you be a bit more reasonable with this-" He tried to get a word in, but I didn't let him.

"Do you know how badly that taser hurt?! You'd better have a damn good reason for this, or I-"

"Wait, taser?" The guy looked surprised at that.

"Yeah, what about it." I scowled and pressed the point of my knife to his throat, just as a reminder.

"W-Wait wait wait, please don't hurt me! I was knocked out as well!" He yelped. "I was looking around the art history exhibits with my sisters when-"

"Do you actually expect me to believe that?" I growled. "We were both just coincidentally knocked out and brought here? Yeah right. You're the only other person here I've seen; how do I know you're not pretending to be a victim?" He scowled slightly, trying to show some degree of courage.

"Well, b-by the same logic, y-you c-could be doing the s-same! You're th-the one h-holding me at kn-knifepoint!" He stammered.

"That's-! Why would I be lying?! If I kidnapped you, I wouldn't even-" I stopped as I realized how hypocritical that was. I sighed and let the guy down.

Now Playing: Ruins

"This isn't getting us anywhere... Sorry for that." I muttered, slipping my knife into my empty holster. "Can you tell me what's going on, at least?" The guy breathed a sigh of relief and brushed off his pants.

"My apologies, but I don't know any more than you do." He said, rubbing his forehead again.

"Well, you were at the museum too, right? That means you're an Ultimate, since the place was rented out for the day." I notice him wilt slightly as I say that, his eyes glancing away for a moment.

"I-Indeed." It's a little strange how I haven't seen him around campus... But then again, I'm no social butterfly.

"Well, I'm Yashiro Fuyuki. Like I said earlier, I'm the Ultimate Knife Thrower. Can I get your name?" I asked.

"Of course." He cleared his throat and bowed. "My name is Kikuchiyo Himawari. I am of the ninety-fourth generation of the Himawari dynasty. A pleasure to meet you, Mr. FuYU-!" As he stepped forward to shake my hand, he tripped over his untied shoelaces. "Owww... M-My apologies. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Fuyuki." He got back up again, wincing.

Kikuchiyo Himawari: Ultimate ???

Voice claim: Jun Kurosu, from Persona 2

(AN: Skip to 4:56 of the video provided, I can't find raw voice lines for him.)

"Himawari?" I've heard that name before. It's a crazy rich bloodline famous for always producing Ultimates of some kind, usually those involved in business or commerce. They were even among the first Ultimates ever, and have been ruling over the economy ever since.

"Indeed..." He leaned down to tie his shoes, whimpering something to himself.

"So what's your talent?" I asked. Kiku flinched, his expression becoming ashamed.

"I-I... That's... M-My apologies, I'd rather not say." He mumbled. I scowled.

"Why?" I said. "You know that only makes you more suspicious, right?"

"Y-Yes, but- W-Well, i-it's not important..." Kiku trailed off. "A-Anyway, I think we should-"

Now Playing: N/A

"Sorry, did you say we?" I said abruptly. Kiku's eyes widened slightly in shock.

"Y-Yes, is there a problem?" He asked shyly.

Now Playing: Wonderful Story

"Look- Kiku, right? I'm gonna be blunt: I still know jack shit about you. For all I know, you're some asshole fucked up in the head, and you're just waiting for a good opportunity to jump me. You made a good point earlier, but I still trust you about as far as I can throw you." I said. "Especially if you're hiding something like your talent."

"W-Well... That's..." Kiku shrunk away.

"Exactly. Call me stupid for wanting to go off on my own, but I'm not taking any chances." I said. In hindsight, that was kind of harsh, but I wasn't exactly in the mood for diplomacy.

"But isn't there s-safety in numbers?" Kiku suggested.

"Not when you're the only other person here I've seen. There's no bigger threat coming for us, so we don't have any reason to work together, especially when there's a chance you might attack me." I said.

Now Playing: Ruins

"Whatever, see you later. I'm going up ahead." I said.

"Er, f-farewell-?" Kiku started. I didn't wait for him to finish his sentence before sprinting down the hall.

(AN: Kikuchiyo's character art, by the lovely PM, is below!)

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danganregretstestblog · 4 years ago

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Time's up! Ayami Iwa has been found guilty. Time for the punishment!

Happy Deathday!

Ultimate Party Planner Ayami Iwa's execution: Executed

(Now Playing: Bugs Panic)

Ayami stands in the center of a dining hall, with a screen at the head of the table. Scattered around the room are various party supplies, such as streamers, uninflated balloons and helium tanks, unwrapped presents, and various kinds of food. Everything needed to celebrate any child's fantasy birthday. The screen flickers on.

"30 minutes remaining. Objective: Decorate the room."

She swallows thickly, approaching the balloons and helium tanks. Ayami fills as many as she can at once, tying them hastily. She spends too long on one, causing another to burst. Ayami coughs and hacks, her eyes burning. This wasn't helium, was it? The screen emits a harsh beep.

"5 minute penalty. 21 minutes remaining. Objective: Set the table."

The balloons and tanks fall through a trap door, replaced with stacks of colorful plates and utensils. Ayami scoops them up and begins setting the table, unaware that a little Monocuckoo in a shirt and propeller hat had tied up a web of streamers just up ahead. She trips on the ribbons, sending ceramic spilling all over the floor, and giving herself cuts all over her arms. Another beep.

"10 minute penalty. 8 minutes remaining. Objective: Set up refreshments."

A vacuum starts up from behind Ayami, jolting her backwards as she's sucked in. All the shards of ceramic are sucked in as well, giving her more cuts. As the vacuum turns off, a small table filled with snacks and drinks appears. Ayami doesn't even get the chance to do anything before a Monocuckoo topples the table, spilling food and drink everywhere. An ear grating alarm blares from the screen.

"15 minute penalty. Time up. Objective: Gather guests."

Ayami looks around nervously, not seeing any exit or entrance where she could find guests. Her eyes pass over the mess of a room she'd been dropped in, over the spilled refreshments, the failed decor, the glass dividing her from her fellow visitors, the-

And then it clicks. And her heart drops.

Panels on the wall open, revealing innocent looking party poppers on streamers... A popper goes off, and Ayami's world goes white, her ears ringing as the smell of gunpowder engulfs her. She stumbles to her feet and runs towards the glass, hammering on it and screaming for someone, anyone to help her.

More streamers appear, restraining Ayami and suspending her in mid air. She feels a cluster of poppers press up against her back.

For one final instant, Ayami looks Yumemi in the eye, apologizing for everything.

The poppers go off, and the glass divider is painted a chunky crimson.

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danganregretstestblog · 4 years ago

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Time's up! Mirai Atsuki has been found guilty. Time for the punishment!

All Coming Together

Ultimate Private Investigator Mirai Atsuki's execution: Executed

(Now Playing: Extra Lessons for the Mysterious)

Mirai finds herself atop an enlarged corkboard, covered in pictures from the various cases she'd solved, each one fastened with a large pushpin, and tied with what looked to be thick braids of yarn. The pins were arranged in just such a way that, with careful climbing, she could reach the bottom with minimal injury.

Looking down revealed a pit of pins standing straight up. They were spaced apart so that walking through would be difficult, but plausible, but falling onto them would be deadly. As she begins looking for a safe way down, Mirai is jolted out of her thoughts by another push pin narrowly missing her neck.

A cannon emerges from the shadows, loaded with more pins. Mirai goes pale, then begins to climb down hastily. Bit by bit and pin by pin, Mirai makes her way down the corkboard.

A pin strikes her in the abdomen as she loses her balance for all but a split second. Mirai slips off the pushpin she's on, grabbing a line of yarn in a panic, but lets go as the barbed wire woven in stabs into her hand. Somehow, she manages to steady herself, and attempts to climb down again, but the pain slows her down.

As she makes her way down, the push pins above her begin to fall out. Mirai stiffens in fear as one narrowly avoids crushing her, but forces herself to climb down faster.

The corkboard begins to topple. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, then all at once. Mirai barely has time to feel shock before the board falls over, crushing her into the spikes.

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danganregretstestblog · 4 years ago

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Time's up! Yashiro Fuyuki has been found guilty. Time for the punishment!

Bullseye

Ultimate Knife Thrower Yashiro Fuyuki's execution: Executed

(Now Playing: Strand of Agony)

Yashiro's stomach drops as the screen flickers on. The room on screen is decrepit, but full of familiar people. The visitors all react with dread, Yashiro most of all. This is where their loved ones were being kept.

A pair of chains shoot out into the room, rattling ominously. They clamp around the necks of Yashiro's parents, dragging them out to their punishment.

The two are chained by the neck, wrists, and ankles to stereotypical red and white striped ring targets. His mother struggles against her binds, while his father only braces himself for the worst. A Monocuckoo strolls up to a spot several meters away, with many containers full of throwing knives. The Monocuckoo takes a knife, takes aim, throws it, and misses his father's ankle by a few inches. It takes another, throws it, and grazes his cheek. It throws another.

And another.

And another, and another, and another-

Getting faster and faster as the knives start landing closer and closer to their bodies. One finally lands on his mother's forearm, making her cry out. The knives begin to strike all over their bodies, but nowhere immediately fatal.

After what feels like an eternity, the last knife lands, the cuffs around the two's wrists and ankles now being unnecessary with all the blades pinning them to the targets. The chain around their necks rise, slowly pulling their bodies up as well.

The knives stay embedded, however, tearing holes in them as they ascend. Their screams are poorly muffled by the rattling of chains. Once their corpses are freed, the bodies hang in the air for a moment before the chain lets go. Yashiro emits a strangled cry as both corpses land with a wet thump.

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