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A horrifying crackling crunch echoed through the room as the last of Kokichi's breath escaped his now very crushed lungs.
Pain. That was all Kokichi felt. That was all he could feel. In some cruel, dark corner of his mind Kokichi thought maybe, just maybe this was all he wanted to feel in that single moment. All the pain he felt, the pain he experienced, the pain he saw and helped create came back and fell over him to consume him like a tidal wave. Maybe it was and maybe it wasn't, but Kokichi really didn't care though. Not right now, Kokichi just wanted to sleep. He was too tired to play out any more of Monokuma's scenarios let alone his. So Kokichi just laid there letting the endless darkness take hold of him and pull him into what would be his final everlasting sleep.
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To say Kokichi was surprised when he woke up again would be an understatement. Kokichi surely thought there would be no way for him to be saved, not even the best doctor in the world could put an extremely crushed (and poisoned) Kokichi back together. No matter the black magic. Maybe he was a ghost, and his body was still very much dead? Kokichi thought only for a very distinct pain of still being crushed by something shooting through him. "Okay, not dead, but how...?" Kokichi said while attempting to move his head around to get a better look at where he was only to find he couldn't. Trapped in what Kokichi could only tell was a dark metal box with a small window in front of his face. There wasn't much to see out of the frame except a dark gray ceiling covered in wires and a light bouncing off somewhere in the room. Inside the box there was also a strange object on Kokichi's chest that was crunching him under its weight. "Okay... I'm trapped in an oddly shaped coffin with, what I believe is at really fucking heavy weight on my chest. Wonderful." Suddenly there was the sound of what Kokichi could only guess was a door opening and a couple of footsteps running into the room. Instinctually Kokichi tried to turn his head in the detection of the noise only to hit his Head on the wall of the box. "Ow..." Kokichi croaked out, was that Shuichi and the others? What were they running from? The killing game should have ended...wait no he wasn't dead so the killing game would still be on. Fuck! What was he supposed to do now! That was the best chance he was going to get at winning this stupid game and he went and fucked it up. Suddenly a face Kokichi didn't recognize looked at him through the window. It was an old man that looked like he was in his 30's, he had long black hair and a scar under his right eye. The man and Kokichi stared at each other for a second before the man started talking. Kokichi couldn't hear what he was saying. It all just sounded like gurgled words being mashed together. Kokichi was hardly able to piece together what he was saying based on lip reading but that wasn't all that reliable at the minute. Don't worry kid we're going to get you out of here, was all Kokichi managed to piece together from what the man had said before he ducked away from the window and started messing around with the outside of his coffin. After a few seconds a misty, white gas, with a distinct rotten egg smell starts to fill the coffin. "Some kind of Anesthetic?" Kokichi thought as his head started to feel more and more fuzzy. The world felt like it was spinning as Kokichi slowly started to drift in and out of sleep. Kokichi could hear the sound of the top of his coffin being lifted up, and felt the weight being removed from his chest. He was then picked up by how he could only assume was the man from earlier. Kokichi tried to stay awake, he really did but his head just kept dragging him into sleep and eventually he gave into it.
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Aizawa didn't like this one bit. He didn't like that he was called in on his day off (those are rare to come by!). He didn't like that he had to cancel date night with Yamada. He didn't like that detective Tsukauchi insisted he be on the rescue squad. He didn't like that the rat for a principal had convinced him that he should. But the part he HATED most about this situation was how likely it would be that he would be carrying body bags of small children back instead of living ones. Death was part of the job. This was something Aizawa knew... That didn't make it any easier... It never did and never would. But what pissed him off was when it was kids' lives that were at stake. He taught kids, and as annoying and short sighted as they were he never wished death on any of them. There are still kids, they have their whole lives ahead of them... "Hopefully so did these kids." Aizawa thought as he followed his team into the building. As his team slowly checked each room on the east wing of this hell hole of a building, Aizawa's mind began to wonder. Why had Nezu been in charge of this operation, just how twisted and muddled did this organization have to be to get that mastermind of a rat to chase them? Whatever the answer was, it wasn't going to be pretty, that's for sure.