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There is nothing. The world is completely black...no. That isn’t right. Black is a shade, containing every color perceivable to the eye. Nothing is here, there are no colors. You float through the void, aimlessly existing. Formless, a mere speck in the universe.
Extending a hand, a hand you can’t see nor feel, you push forward until you meet resistance. Cold, metallic resistance. A solid surface stands in your way, preventing any movement. Preventing you from getting your bearings, from rediscovering your form. You extend another hand, then a foot, shoving the wall until it moves. Resounding a creak, it gives way, blinding you with light from beyond and knocking you off-balance with how easily it departs. Tumbling to the floor, you scramble to rise. Where...are you?
Looking around, you observe the world through squinted eyes. The world is dark and dreary, lit by dim overhead lights and sickly magenta windows. Even those are barred, covered in thick, sharp burgundy wire. Plants grow from the ceiling, snaking across the walls and onto the ground. You’re alone in a strange, strange place. Here where the air is too heavy, where your lungs can’t seem to get enough oxygen. Deep breath in, deep breath out.
On unsteady feet you stumble out of your cage, which reveals itself to be a locker. Hands pressed against a desk for support, you gaze around the room once again. At the front there’s an LCD screen, and a teacher’s podium too. There’s a note taped to the podium, written in an unsteady cursive font. Wobbling over, you take the note and read it over.
“Please introduce yourself to the other Ultimate students. Once you’ve done so, an announcement will be made calling you all to the gym. Remain calm and use your Monopad to navigate through the school, you’ll get lost easily without a map. Enjoy your stay at the Ultimate Academy for Gifted Juveniles!”
“Oh, by the way. If you don’t remember what happened before, don’t worry about it.”
“-Anonymous”
Huh? What does any of this mean? This “Anonymous” wants you to introduce yourself to the other people here...for something. An event that happened before? What does any of this mean?
A vague sense of déjà vu hits as something vibrates in your pocket, which you pull out to reveal a monochromatic tablet. So this is your Monopad? It flares to life when you tap the screen, displaying several menus. You click on the one displaying the word ‘classmates’, eager to get information about the others that are supposedly within the building.
Only one option is available, and that’s you. (Name) (Last name), the Ultimate Strategist. Listed below is your personal information, your likes and dislikes as well as your physical data. It’s uncomfortable that they know all of this, even more so that they’re displaying it freely like this, but oh well. What can you do? It’s best not to worry. Focus on what the note says and concern yourself with the “hows” and “whys” later. That’s the best plan to get you through this.
Brushing your hands against your (legwear), you close out of the classmates tab and open the map. Before you is presented a map of five floors, with different rooms labeled with cute little icons. Additionally, there’s an outdoors section. Pixelated people are spread throughout the map, grouped in pairs or alone. Luckily for you, only the first two floors and the outside actually have people in them at the moment, so you won’t have to walk for too long to find someone. That’d be a drag.
Excited adrenaline rushes through your veins as you put your Monopad back in your pocket, hitting your stride and opening the classroom door, exiting into the hallway with the confidence of a supermodel. You’re going to meet new people and figure out just what the heck is going on!
『••✎••』
Phew...fifteen people. Fifteen names seared into your brain, fifteen faces to go along. You only have one more person left to find. Hopefully they’ll be fun to talk to, unlike some of the other people here. You don’t mean to be rude, but several of the students here just can’t keep up with your boundless energy. What are you supposed to do? There are so many people around, you can’t contain your elation!
Bounding through the academy’s entrance hall, you suddenly collide into something very...large. And warm, seeping warmth into your skin as it falls below you. Directly below you, caged between your arms and legs like in a scene straight out of an anime. Prying open your eyes, you find yourself staring into a deep sea of orchid. Shining, shimmering...eyes! The figure you’re hovering over is a person!
Shoving yourself back, off of the person, you shoot up onto your feet and offer them a hand. Embarrassment seeps through your veins as they stare at your outstretched arm for a minute before springing up without your assistance. Offering you a wide grin, their eyes scan you up and down as you squirm under their intensity. How overbearing! But you aren’t going to back down, be reduced to a shaking, shy introvert so easily!
“Hey hey hey! Nice to meetcha! I’m (Name) (Last name), Ultimate Strategist! Who are you?” Bouncing on the tips of your toes, you offer him your hand. Once again, this time for a handshake. “Sorry about knocking you down, by the by. Guess I got a bit too excited, hehe.”
“I’m Kokichi Oma, the Ultimate Supreme Leader.” He takes your hand, and as you shake it a loud sound of flatulence emits from his palm. He pulls away, cackling as you try to figure out what he’s done.
“Nishishi~ I totally gotcha! You fell for the old whoopie cushion in the hand prank.” Ah, so he’s pranking you! Hmm, maybe you should think of a way to get him back. Planning is your forte, after all! If a prank war is what Kokichi wants, a prank war is what he’ll get.
Clapping your hands in delight, you giggle. “Yep, totally got me! I wasn’t expecting that at all. But be warned, I’m not gonna let you get away with this! I’ll totally prepare something to get you back.” His grin fades for a moment, eyebrows furrowing in what might be confusion before returning to a neutral expression.
“Are you sure you want to do that? I’m the supreme leader of an evil organization with over ten thousand members! You’ll be terribly outnumbered, nishishi~” His voice drops to a spine-tingling mezzo-piano, likely intended to be threatening. But he’s lying...right? That’s probably just a bluff, and even if it isn’t, you’re fully prepared to go up against that many people! Bring it on!
Leaning forward on your toes with wide eyes, you accept. “Of course! Even if you’re lying, which I think you are...I’d love a challenge like that! I propose a prank war!”
Kokichi smirks, completely confident. “How forward...first you throw yourself on top of me, now you’ve offered to go to war with my organization and I! Well I, Kokichi Oma, accept your proposal of a prank war!”
“H-Hey! I didn’t throw myself on top of you...idiot! I just f-fell and you were there and…” You sputter, hands flying around as you try desperately to form sentences. Damn, and you pride yourself on your social skills! Shame, shame, getting flustered beyond words by something so simple and innocent.
“Nishishi~ Toodles! See ya later, (Name)!” He flashes a peace sign, winking, before sprinting off where you’d come from. Staring at the floor, you speed walk away from the area as well. Trying to escape your thoughts, the one phrase that repeats in your mind over and over.
Wow, he’s pretty cute.
Thankfully a distraction arises, a sudden sound coming from one of the many monitors hung onto the walls. You look up at the screen, watching for what it displays.
*Ding dong* *Bing bong*
Five bears sit on a couch, each half white and half a different color. One is red, one is pink, blue, yellow, and green. Each bear holds a flavored drink in one hand, keeping them steady to avoid staining the sofa. You watch as their mouths open and they simultaneously greet everyone witnessing the announcement.
“Hi! Thanks for bear-ing with us!”
The yellow one speaks individually first, pushing a pair of circular glasses up its snout as it talks. “Kept you bastards waitin’, huh? Well, the moment you’ve all been waitin’ for is here at last!”
“Hell yeah! Get your asses ready, because shit’s about to go dooooown!” The blue one shouts, shooting up from its position and nearly spilling its drink all over the pink one, who swiftly reprimands it.
“Mhm! Everyone, please gather at the gym. It’s time for the opening ceremony!” Nodding at blue’s statement, red orders you all to gather. Not one for spontaneous navigation of new spaces, you use the map on your Monopad to guide you through the labyrinth of gray, overgrown hallways and to the gym. Here, before a set of golden and white doors, you encounter your first moment of hesitation. Fear stills your body, keeping you prisoner under its suffocating grip.
You’re scared. Scared about what happens next, what you’ll see beyond these doors. What if something bad happens? What if you never get to exit?
No, you shouldn’t worry about that. Not now, while nothing is apparent. Sure the place breathes suspicion and you’ve literally been kidnapped, but there’s no telling what’s going to happen. So ignore the possibilities your mind procures, keep the solutions close at hand and push through it. Go, go!
“Yes! I’ve got this!” You cheer to yourself, swinging the gym door open with zeal. Several people await you, probably having had an easier time finding the room than you. Smiling widely, you saunter over and plant yourself in the middle of the crowd, hoping to find someone to speak with. It doesn’t matter who- yakking along with anyone will help calm your nerves. With swinging arms and shifting feet, your gaze scans the room. The others appear vaguely uncomfortable, holding their arms tense and close and shifting their eyes around cautiously.
Welp, they’re all too frightened to make good conversation for now. Understandable, but slightly disappointing. You’ll have to try and find someone to chew the fat with again later, once your situation has been revealed with a little more clarity.
Or, y’know, just wait for someone else to arrive. The door swings open and Maki walks in, arms crossed as she trudges all the way to the edge of the crowd and plants herself in place, sending sharp glares across the room. Her message is clear- don’t mess with her. Despite this, you find your feet carrying your body over to where she stands, even as her ruby eyes bare your soul out for her to see.
“Hi~ Maki, wasn’t it? What do you think’s gonna happen?” Tilting your head, you watch as the (shorter/taller) girl sighs, brushing a few strands of hair from her face as she responds.
“They’re going to make us do something, obviously. If you think about this situation for even a second, you’ll come to the same conclusion.” Curtly, she flicks her hand out, gesturing for you to leave. It’s disheartening, forcing your posture to deflate for a moment before you regain your usual momentum.
Painting your face into a more compulsory smile, you nod in thanks. “Alrighty. Thanks!” She doesn’t want to talk anymore, so you won’t make her. Walking back to your previous position, you re-count the people in the gym and find that there are...fifteen of you in total. You’re just waiting on two people, who were they?
Ah, right! Kaede the energetic pianist and Shuichi the shy detective! Both very nice people, they were the first two you’d spoken with after leaving your wake-up classroom. You can see yourself getting along with them swimmingly.
Speak of the devil and he shall appear, Kaede and Shuichi walk through the door the very next second. Waving at the two as they walk to stand at the front, you receive a wholehearted wave in response from Kaede and a tentative nod from Shuichi. Hey, it’s better than nothing.
Unfortunately, before anything more can arise, a loud sound permeates through the room. Enhanced by the room’s natural echo, the eerie sound of an engine breaks the comfortable silence. Everyone looks around wildly, trying to locate the source of the sound. But you don’t have to wonder for very long, as the sources reveal themselves abruptly after.
Five gigantic machines appear in front of you, each sporting black and highlights of another color. Noting that the colors on the machines match those on the bears on the television, the weight of what’s just happened hits everyone consecutively, drawing out several high-pitched screams from the cast.
“Rise and shine, ursine!” They chorus, voices also matching those belonging to the bears. Cowering, shaking, you back away slowly. Just back away and the dangerous big robots will leave, riiiight?
“W-What are these things!?” Kaede shouts over the commotion, but nobody has an answer. You’re all confused, lost, just the same. All you can do is wait for the robots to explain if they so choose. Everyone’s life may rest in the palms of their claws.
While the others move back out of rational fear, Kokichi ventures forward. He tries to touch one of the machines, causing it to squeak and step back. “Wow! So cool!”
The blue one reaches over and pushes Kokichi into the crowd, everyone parting to make space so they don’t get struck by the metallic arm. His eyes widen in shock before he closes them, grinning and throwing his hands behind his head carelessly. Returning to its place beside the others, the blue robot makes its explanation.
“They’re Exisals! Mobile weapons with lotsa hometown pride! Only controllable by the Monokubs, we!”
“Hey, you’re messing up your lines.” Whispers the red one, who receives an annoyed shove in response.
Chatter breaks out amongst your crowd, everyone desperately trying to make sense of it all. You should do something, think up a way to fix this! “Uhm...guys! Guys! Calm down!”
Holding your throat- sore from screaming- you look around at the now silent group of people. Shit, they’re expecting you to say something more. Quick, think up something helpful!
“We...we should listen to what they have to say! The robots, I mean. Uhh...does anyone have any actual ideas about what’s happening?” After your proposal, you’re desperate to pass the baton onto someone else. Let someone else deal with this, please! You aren’t built for this kind of thing!
Wait, aren’t you? You’re the Ultimate Strategist after all.
Rantaro’s calm voice volunteers to be your saving grace, quelling your rushing nerves and racing heart. “Yep, no need to panic. We probably aren’t in any danger...now, anyway. If they wanted to hurt us, they would’ve done so by now. So let’s hear them out.” As he speaks, he approaches the machines.
“Lemme guess. You’re going to make some demand, and we have to follow orders. If we try to resist, you’ll hurt us with those machines? Well, what is it?”
“What a friggin’ wiseguy...hope he dies first.” Yellow mutters, drawing your attention. Dies? What does he mean by that?
Queries unanswered, they go on speaking. “Alright! Here’s what we want you punkasses to do. I’m gonna say it...I’m gonna say it…you punkasses ready!? It’s a-”
“KILLING-GAME.”
Neck snapping to stare at the previously-muted green machine, your fists clench. Killing game? Is that what the yellow one was referencing when he mentioned Rantaro dying? What kind of sick prank is this, where they’re talking about a killing game?
“M-M-Monodam! How dare you steal my thunder!” Blue swings a clawed fist into the ground, shaking the room with its force. Somehow the floor remains undamaged by its rage, seething to the point where you can almost see the steam...or would it be gas coming out of its facial crevices?
“It...It said what?” Tenko sputters, fidgeting with her hands. She stares wide-eyed at the machines, just as scared as everyone else.
Kiibo speaks next, but doesn’t get to finish his statement. “If I heard correctly, it said-”
“No, that isn’t happening.” A sickly sweet voice pours into the room, honey filling every inch of space and holding everyone in place. Such sadistic animus dripping from so few words can’t be a good sign. Whatever happens next is going to be truly atrocious. The kind of event that makes you want to scream, scream until your lungs give out as the void fills with your fearful song.
Huh?
“My cute little cubs...don’t worry about that anymore. I’m canceling this killing game. We’re going to play something else.” There it is again, sneaking across the walls. Drilling into your head, draining the courage you had. You thought you had.
The pink Exisal finally speaks, cheering. “Oh! That voice!”
The machines disappear, leaving behind the five bear cubs from the broadcast. Quickly introducing themselves as the Monokubs and telling you all their names, they swarm to the gym stage’s central platform, hollering cheers for their...father?
“Could it be? Father, is that you!?”
“Papa Kuma! Papa Kuma!”
“Daddy! Daddy’s here!”
“Give it up for pops!”
“...”
A spotlight points towards the podium, casting a stream of light as the rest of the room dims. From beneath, something springs up into the air. As it floats down, you take in its appearance. The figure is a black and white bear, with an oddly-shaped red eye and a pair of wings that fly away as it descends to a sitting position. So this is the source behind the voice.
Looking down, you notice that your hands have begun trembling, goosebumps rising as the bear sits and stares. Beads of sweat begin to form above your brows through the trepidation, waiting for something to happen.
The bear’s mouth opens, spewing more poisonous dialogue. “I am the god of this new world...and the headmaster of the Ultimate Academy! The one you’ve all been waiting for, Monokuma!” He stares past the crowd, looking at something you can’t perceive no matter how much you try to follow his gaze.
“A-Another bear?”
“Ugh, what the hell is going on here!?”
Monokuma slams his paws against the podium, knocking the microphone over and sending a loud crashing sound through the gymnasium. An effective method of drawing everyone’s attention, you guess. After properly readjusting it, he leans forward, still teeming with annoyance. “Hey, show some respect! I’m the headmaster of the Ultimate Academy for Gifted Juveniles! I could have you all killed right now if I wanted to.”
If he didn’t have everyone’s attention before, those words drew everyone’s eyes and ears. Trained solely on the baffling bear, wondering what happens next. Are you safe here?
“That’s all fine...but I’m concerned about this killing game you mentioned. What exactly does that mean?” Rantaro queries, prying for information. Monokuma only shakes his head, brushing the question off in an attempt to move right past it, to erase the prospect from your minds. Odd.
"You don't have to worry about that anymore. I've decided to cancel the killing game! We'll be playing something a little bit different.
The Monokubs turn to face him, confused. "Huh? Did the stress of milking the series finally get to you, father?"
Monophaine speaks next, clapping her paws together contentedly. "Well, I'm happy with that. I can't handle blood or guts or anything that comes with the killing game!"
Kaede pushes her way towards the front of the crowd, glaring with gritted teeth at the dual-colored bears. "Why are we here? Can someone explain what's going on!"
Monokuma sighs, resting his head on a paw. "Geez, geez. Kids are so impatient these days. But...the audience is probably getting tired of the lollygagging, so I guess it's time to explain! The seventeen of you Ultimates will be participating in...a love game."
"W-What!?" Tenko sputters, face taking on a deep hue of red. Before she can get any more defensive, Monokuma interrupts once more, to elaborate.
"Not like that, geez! Kids your age are so dirty-minded...well, that's exactly what we need! You guys will have ten days, starting tomorrow. Ten days, and the couple that gets together during that time will be allowed to graduate from the academy!" Snout twisted into a malevolent grin, he spreads his arms dramatically as he pauses. “It’s the perfect reality dating show!”
“And what will occur after ten days?” Korekiyo asks, a hand hovering over his mask.
Rolling his eyes, Monokuma sits up. “The two people who fall in love get to graduate, duh. As for the rest of you cretins...well, that’s a surprise!”
You still can’t shake the phrase “killing game” from your mind. Everyone here was intended to play some kind of death game? What happens when the graduates leave, will you be forced to play the death game then? No, that’s not happening. Something like that can’t happen.
“D-Don’t screw around! Why should we listen to you!?” Kaito shouts, bold words not matching his fidgety movements and cracking voice. He’s trying to be brave, aren’t you all? But all you’re doing is chasing rainbows, such an easy exit is unfathomable.
“Hey! You punkasses can’t defy Papa Kuma! We’ve got the Exisals on our side, and we can throw Monodam at one’a ya! Hell yeah! Let’s yeet the shit outta Monodam!” Monokid attempts to rush over to where his robotic brother sits, but the others manage to restrain him.
So basically, you can’t defy him. “Wait, hold on! What happens if nobody gets together in ten days!?” You ask, a very important question.
“Audiences get bored so easily these days, y’know? When there’s no action they just can’t get hooked into a story...so we’ll be forced off the air. What happens then? Let’s hope you don’t have to find out, Puhuhuhu~” Well, that doesn’t answer your question at all. It might be safe to assume that he’s going to make you all play the killing game if nobody falls in love within ten days, which is no better. Either way this ends, so many people are going to have to figure out what “killing game” really means. Is there a way around this?
He continues on, blabbering about spending time with each other, but you tune it out. After all, you’ll probably be able to get a summary of it on your Monopad later, in the rules tab. For now you need to think, come up with a plan to get everyone out.
How to get everyone out...hmm.
Ah, that might work! Then again, it might not. But it’s better than nothing, than shrugging your shoulders and letting it happen! Yes, that’s what you’ll do.
Returning your attention to the stage, you tune in just in time to receive an ear-splitting assault on your sense of hearing as the six bears cackle maniacally onstage. They think they’ve got you right where they want you, dancing to the deathly rhythm they’ve set. Show them they’re wrong, you’ve got this!
You catch Kokichi staring at you from the corner of your eye, not bothering to try and hide it. It stays there, a lingering presence as everyone else leaves the room and you work out the details of your plan in your mind. There’s a lot of ways it could fail or go wrong, and the success guarantee is incalculable, but that’s never stopped you before! It’s time to put the Ultimate Strategist title into action!
“Hey! Who are you?” Kokichi suddenly bounds over to you, head tilted with a finger poking his cheek. Mouth hanging slightly agape, he shows no signs of fear or confusion over the conspiring events. Maybe he’s just freakishly calm about things like this, or he could just be really good at hiding things. Returning his gaze, you search his eyes for any secrets they may hold.
You’ll go with the latter thought for now.
“Wait, what?” So caught up in your attempt to read him, you completely disregarded his question. “Who...am I?”
Kokichi nods, leaning closer as his eyes ignite with mischief. “Yep! Oh, oh! Do you have amnesia!? Do you not know who you are either?!” What the hell is he doing? You introduced yourselves right before everyone gathered together, has he seriously forgotten?
“Hey! Are you sure you aren’t the one with amnesia? We exchanged names and talents just a few minutes ago!” He starts walking backward, out of the gym, and you mimic his movements. Carefully, as to avoid tripping and falling backward.
“Hmm...Nope! No amnesia, you must just be really boring for me to have forgotten so soon, nishishi~”
“Alrighty then. I’m (Name) (Last name). Ultimate Strategist. You’re Kokichi Oma, the Ultimate Supreme Leader. Remember it this time, cuz I’m not gonna tell you again.” You lecture, shaking your finger in his face for the full effect.
His eyes light up and he grabs your wrist, tugging you closer and forcing you off balance. The second he lets go you’ll tumble to the floor, the tips of your toes not going to provide enough support with all of your weight pushed on them. He leans over you, opposite hand clasping your shoulder. “Wow! That’s such an interesting, useful talent! You should totally join my organization, y’know? We could use a strategist to come up with cool ways to decimate our opponents!”
“Hell yeah! Let’s kick butt!” Using your opposite hand to steady yourself against the gym’s doorway, you spring back up. Your foreheads knock together softly as you jump, making you both flinch and him pull away. He’s left with your answer to his proposition and you’re left with the lingering feeling of his soft hair brushing against your skin. Absentmindedly you flick a few of your own locks over to occupy the space, but it doesn’t provide the same fuzzy sensation of tranquility.
Eyes widening in surprise before he quickly morphs them into a neutral expression, he nods. “How forward! You don’t even know anything about my organization...you could’ve just signed your death sentence~ Nishishi, see ya later!” He pivots away, opening the gym door and exiting the room. Following, you make the split-second decision to entrust him with your plan. You rush ahead, using your arms to block his path.
“Wait! Before you go, there’s something I wanna bring up! Pay attention! So...y’know how Monokuma or whatever was bringing up a killing game? That’s something really bad, right? Well, I have thought up a way to possibly avoid that! In the scenario that it should occur.” He looks on in interest as you gesture wildly, trying to get rid of your apprehensions.
“Ooh! Ooh! What is it? Are you gonna poison everyone’s drinks so nobody has to play the game at all?” Dropping his voice to a low, ominous tone, he makes a guess. “Or maybe you’ll take our lives one by one, murdering us in cold blood with no remorse!?”
You shake your head, that’s not what you had in mind at all. “Nope, not even close. It’s super super super secretive though, so we’re gonna have to go somewhere secret to talk about it! How about one of the weird rooms marked on the map, up for a run?” Not offering him the chance to respond or decline, you grab his hand and rush through the hallway, up several staircases and through the academy until you’re on the fifth floor, where the room labeled with a whiteboard was located on the map. You aren’t sure why, but you’ve got a feeling that this is the best room for you to share your master plan in.
Offering the wheezing Kokichi a few hearty pats on the back in condolence for dragging him across the school, you swing the door open, almost hitting your nose in the process. This reveals a beige-colored room, with a central table spanning most of the middle and lined with chairs like a proper meeting room. On the far front wall sits a whiteboard, decorated in adorable (favorite animal) stickers. Rushing into the room and towards the board, you gesture for Kokichi to take a seat while you write. He sits in the grandest chair, a swivel one with arm and footrests. Fit for the Ultimate Supreme Leader.
Master Plan Against the Killing Game-
Make everyone best friends.
Drawing squiggly lines around the text, you show it off. Kokichi stops fiddling with the lever adjusting the footrests’ position and stares blankly at the text, not understanding at all. It’ll be easier to explain the rest of it verbally, you think.
“Now I’m sure you’re thinking all like, “What are they on right now?” But just wait, I’ll explain it all. Basically, Monokuma wants us all to fall in love, right? But what if everyone falls in love with everyone, platonically? Then everyone technically falls in love and we can all leave! Sure it might not work, but it’s better than nothing, right?”
He nods, flat expression morphing into one of satisfaction. You find yourself enraptured by the boy as he speaks in reply. How his hair curls at the ends, which are dyed purple, and how it frames his face. His eyes, eyelashes, he's one of the prettiest boys you've ever seen, not that you'll be telling him that anytime soon.
"Great plan, subordinate! I shall spectate with great interest to make sure you're following it. If not, I'll have you sent to work out in a remote field on the other side of the world! Impress me, oh lowly one~" Finishing his statement he rolls the chair back, getting up and running off, only stopping in the doorway to offer you a "Toodles!"
Wait, spectate? He isn't going to help you at all? Ugh, was there really any point in dragging him all the way up here if that’s the case?
Well, he supports it. That’s better than nothing. You’ll have to try your hardest to befriend him along with the others, no matter how mysteriously he acts. Getting to the bottom of this isn’t going to be easy, neither is preventing the killing game from happening, but you aren’t one to back down from a challenge! Operation Stop the Killing Game is a go!
With that sorted out, you’re interrupted from pumping yourself up by a fierce yawn that reminds you of the day’s tedium. It’s been stressful, hasn’t it? You’ll need your energy to carry out your plan, and to do that you’ll need sleep. Next stop: your dorm room!
Navigating through the school, it strikes you how odd the school seems at night. Without the lights on, it becomes a true labyrinth of hallways and rooms. If not for your Monopad you might never find your way out! But you manage, walking through the dusty, plant-filled hallways until you reach the outside.
Even the outdoors are more beautiful now, blanketed in a velvety navy-blue carpet with shiny yellow sequins adorning the surface area. Huge balls of fiery gas burning millions of miles away, so far that they might already be dead by the split-second your eyes focus on them. Foreboding yet serendipitous.
Going into the dormitory building, you ascend a flight of stairs to reach your personal room. Inside you prepare yourself for bed and fall asleep immediately once your head hits the pillow, snug tightly underneath the warm blankets of the bed. Forgetting your troubles, letting them slip away with your consciousness. Problems for tomorrow, a new day.