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The third trial had ended. After everyone cried for what seemed like an eternity, they headed back to the dorms together. They managed to start a conversation.. but it ended quick. Everyone was silent, even Kokichi.
He was thinking, thinking a little too hard. Nobody questioned him though, but someone was staring.
They made it back to their dorms, one last conversation telling each other goodnight.
Kokichi didn’t participate in this though, he went straight to his room. Something was bugging him ever since the trial had started, his injury he had gotten earlier. One moment he was bleeding, hardly able to keep up with a conversation, now he perfectly fine.
Now he was staring into a mirror, looking for any trace of an injury. Nothing. Surely there’d be something.. even a small cut, but there was nothing.
“I thought you would’ve forgot about that.”
His eyes widened, and he spun around.
Tsumugi was in his room, sitting around like he invited her for a tea party or something. He scowled. “What are you- No, how did you get in here?”
She smiled. “You left the door unlocked, silly move.” He tensed up, was she about to kill him? No, There wasn’t a weapon.. what the hell was she here for. Why did she break into his room?
Then she stood up. “Want an explanation for your floorboard injury just suddenly disappearing?” The smile stuck on her face. It made Kokichi panic a bit more.
“How did you.. know I was thinking about that.” He asked. “Well, i’ll get to that in a minute.” One step closer, one step away. “Isn’t it strange how you were a bleeding mess seconds before the trial, and then..suddenly you were fine? That’s what you’re thinking right?”
Another step closer, another step away. “Well.. how do I say this? You’re an AI! So I had to make sure that injury didn’t get in the way!” She says with a cheerful voice.
Frozen. He was frozen. “What the hell are you saying?” The fear had turned into anger. Tsumugi just kept smiling. “Well, I guess it doesn’t matter anymore if I spill everything. In the real world, you died.. but you seemed like such an interesting person, so I thought.. “What if I turned him into an AI, that way this killing game could have even more interesting characters!”
One more step closer, one more step back. He was stuck against the wall.
Kokichi wasn’t understanding a single thing she was saying, was she trying to be funny? She continued. “Ouma Kokichi, you aren’t real. You are an AI created for this killing game, and you sure do make it more entertaining. The one who created you, and the mastermind of this game, is me.”
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What.
“What?”
Kokichi stared at her bewilderedly, and she cackled. “It’s the truth, you along with Kiibo were created for this killing game. I know.. I know, it may sound crazy at first! But everything about the situation everyone is in is crazy enough already! So why doubt this.”
He growled. “Y-You BITCH! You do know I can tell everyone about this, right!? Then we can end this killing game you loooove so much!” He grinned, running to his door. Quickly, he was grabbed by his arm, the grip refusing to let go.
Then he turned back to Tsumugi, whose eyes were now glowing. “No you won’t.” She says, deadpan. He tried pulling away again, but her grip tightened. “Why would you tell me all of this..? It’s a joke right..right!?” Desperate. He was so desperate for her words to be a lie.
He wasn’t real? He was made for this killing game? It wasn’t true It wasn’t true. It was..n..t..
“Just cause you’re holding onto me now doesn’t mean I won’t tell them.” “How are you so sure they’d believe you? I mean.. who’d trust a liar like you.”
He winced at that. “Fuck you.”
“I didn’t say “no you won’t” and try to make a deal with you or something,” She chuckled. “I said it because if you tell anyone, i’ll kill them.”
No.
She released him and watched as he collapsed. “No. NO! You can’t.. you..” “I can! I wont hesitate either, the second you spill the beans they’re dead. And it’ll be. All. Your. Fault.”
She smiled again. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came. No words, nothing popped in his head. All he felt was fear.
Tsumugi leaned towards him, and started laughing. “Ah yes! That’s exactly what I want to see! DESPAIR!” She was drooling.
There was nothing else to say, so Tsumugi turned to leave.
“Wait..”
She looked at him.
“Why..did you tell me this.”
A grin stretched across her face. “You’re smart, you would probably figure this all out soon, and you’d tell everyone. So to make sure that doesn’t happen I had to do this..maybe revealing I’m the mastermind was a bit much..but the despair on your face right now is so incredible! I don’t regret any of this.”
More laughter. He hadn’t felt this afraid since the killing game had been announced. Usually he could push it all away, but his mask broke. The pieces impossible to find as more and more information was told to him, revealing the vulnerable side he thought was locked away.
One more time, she leaned towards him. “Now make sure you keep up the facade I created for you, and don’t even try to stop this game.”
And then she was gone.
He sat there, still processing everything.
“I’m. Not real..Kiibo and I were made for this killing game. That’s the only purpose we serve.”
Laughter erupted from him, then it turned into anger. He picked himself up to pace around his room. “Bullshit, BULLSHIT! We were made..”
His breath hitched. “For this game that took so many lives already!?” He wanted to scream, to cry, but that would mean he would show the despair Tsumugi craved. Instead of any of that, he kicked his whiteboard over.
The pictures scattered all over his floor. He fell to his knees, staring at them all. Tsumugi’s picture lay in front of him, taunting him. It was ripped to shreds, he hated her.
Any hatred he had for anyone here was pushed away, because now it was all targeted towards Tsumugi. There was one thing he wouldn’t listen to her about, not ending this game.
So he started planning again.
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The morning announcement came on.
Kokichi didn’t sleep. Who would after hearing all of that?
For a little longer he stayed in his bed, then headed out to the dining hall. Everyone was there talking so cheerfully with each other. How could they, after the trial that happened? After everything he found out. Maybe it was forced.
He sat far from everyone, not wanting to join their forced conversion about..something weird. Instead, he twirled a lock of his hair around a finger and continued thinking.
What was he gonna do? Protect everyone of course..or try. He couldn’t stop thinking about everything, about how he was a fucking AI, about that disgusting smile Tsumugi had on her face when she revealed the truth.
Escaping these thoughts for a second, he noticed Miu staring at him before she quickly looked away. Then, Kiibo was walking towards him. Great.
He took a seat across from him. “Ouma-kun..are you okay? You have been quiet this entire time.” He looked concerned.
Kokichi looked at him, couldn’t stand him. He was created for this killing game, which means he was assisting Tsumugi somehow. Not like he was any different.
A smile plastered on his face. “Hey Keeboy is it just me, or are you slowly becoming more like a refrigerator that isn’t running?”
After that they argued, mostly Kokichi just finding a way to call him useless, and Kiibo proving him wrong.
“Please be serious for once! It is a bit worrying you weren’t talking until now, are you alright..”
He blinked, then looked away. “I’m fine, but it’s not like a robot,” Piece of junk Tsumugi created for this shitty situation we’re in, “Would understand human emotions.”
Kiibo sighed, finally leaving him alone. He watched him walk away and say something to Shuichi before sitting back down.
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Everyone started to leave the dining hall, so Kokichi followed. On his way back to his room, Shuichi followed.
“Ouma-kun!”
He turned around, waiting for the detective to catch up. “Hello, my beloved detective! Why are you following me?” He grinned. Shuichi blushed slightly att he nickname, but shook his head. “Are you alright? It seemed like something was bothering you in the dining hall..”
Kokichi tilted his head to the side, it was weird having people worry about him. His grin slipped into a small, fake smile. “I’m fine.”
Shuichi nodded, even though a part of him thought that was a lie. They stood in silence for a while, Kokichi spoke. “I’m, gonna go now.”
“Right.” Shuichi glanced at him one more time, and left. Kokichi blinked, then continued back to his room.
There wasn’t time to think about Shuichi, he suspected there’d be a new motive soon.