#didnt include despair and death sorry guys

[immaterial-pearl]

BEST FEMALE DEAD BOY DETECTIVES CHARACTER FIGHT TO DEATH.

[despairofthefuture]

"hey I heard you do animations" that's a good way to start

Yasuhiro approaches the Ultimate Imposter, taking a large breath to calm his nerves. As he comes to a stop in front of him, the man posing as Ryota Mitari looks to the obstacle that has suddenly appeared in his way.

"U-um...can I help you?" He asks in a timid sounding voice.

"Uh...hi!" Hiro starts, glancing around at the many spirits surrounding him, including the two very familiar ones before looking back to Imposter. "You...you're uh...Ryota, right? The Ultimate Animator?"

The upperclassman nods slowly, confusion still on his face. "I am..."

Hiro beams. "Great! That's really cool!" He continues awkwardly. "Do you...uh...think you could show me?"

The imposter tilts his head. "Show you...my animations?" He repeats.

Hiro nods. "Y-yeah, if you dont mind of course!"

"Oh, of course not! Anime is a very important part of our culture after all!" The animator declared excitedly. "Here, why dont we go over to a bench?" The fake Ryota led Hiro to a bench underneath a tree, and he took out a tablet to show the fortune teller some of his works.

Hiro shuffles worriedly. He wasnt sure how to move on from here. How could he get to the topic he needed to talk about?!

Hiro brightens up at the advice and grins. He lets out an impressed whistle, gaining Imposter's attention. "Dang, those look really good! I can see how you got your Ultimate!" He places an arm around the other's shoulders, to which 'Ryota' glances at Hiro's arm. "Speakin' of which, I never mentioned mine. I'm the Ultimate Clairvoyant! Name's Yasuhiro, or Hiro for short! Whaddya say to me reading your future as a thank you for letting me see those cool animations?"

The imposter looks up at the brunette before furrowing his brow in thought. "Ultimate Clairvoyant huh...yeah, sure! I dont see why not!" He smiles softly at Hiro.

The clairvoyant grins and claps his hands. "Alright great! Lemme just see your hand..." With that he takes one of Imposter's hands in his and, just as he had with Junko, begins tracing the other's palm with his finger.

~~~

Hiro watches in horror as a girl is impaled by several spears, the event playing on screens and forcing a group of people to watch the brutal death.

He's hit with an overwhelming sense of despair. The feeling was so strong Hiro immediately felt tears stream down his face. But...he didnt...hate the feeling? It was almost as if he wanted...more despair.

A set of images flash through his mind. War and destruction. Bloodshed and violence. The world in ruins as Imposter, now dressed as Byakuya Togami runs through crowds and kills off soldiers trying to stop him.

Another series of flashes show Imposter and 14 others being captured. Then a surge of pain erupts through Hiro's stomach and chest, forcing him to clench at those areas.

Imposter was dead. He was killed. He will be killed.

~~~

Hiro returns to the present with a loud gasp, which quickly turns into hyperventilation.

"Hiro? A-are you alright?"

The clairvoyant looks over to the imposter as his breathing settles down. He shakily nods. "Y-yeah..." He answers, his voice quivering. "B-but, uh..." He looks the other man dead in the eyes. "You wont be."

Imposter blinks, before reeling back. "I-Im sorry?!"

Hiro sighs and runs his hand through his hair. "L-look....I'm just gonna cut to the chase." He says, glancing over to Leon and Chihiro, who nod, urging him on. "...I didnt come here to learn about your animations."

The fake Ryota tilts his head. "Then...why did you approach me?"

Hiro bites his lip. "...I read the future of one of my classmates, a girl named Junko Enoshima." He begins. "The future...isnt pretty. She plans on forcing my class to kill each other, and throwing the whole world into despair. And she's going to use Ryota to do it."

Imposter's eyes widen slightly. "W-why did you say-"

"I know you're not the real Ryota Mitari." Hiro cuts him off. "I...uh...saw it. Yeah, that's it. I saw it in the visions. I know you're actually the Ultimate Imposter, and you're simply a close friend to Ryota."

The Imposter stares at Hiro for a while before he frowns and crosses his arms. "Well, if that's the case I suppose your fortunes are accurate." He says, his tone changing slightly to be a bit deeper. "If you were able to see that, which is correct, I suppose I have no reason to believe your other predictions are false."

Hiro lets out a breath of relief. "Oh thank Buddha." He mumbles.

"So what is it you need me for?" Imposter questions.

Hiro looks to him and nods. "Right. I need you to make sure Ryota never interacts with Junko. If he does, she'll use his talent to create a Despair brainwashing video to start the end of the world."

Imposter blinks at that before slowly nodding. "Very well...I suppose I can do that. Although this is a large amount of information to take in all at once."

Hiro huffs. "Tell me about it." He mutters before shaking his head. He pulls out his phone and looks up a picture of Junko, showing it to the other man. "This is Junko Enoshima. Keep an eye out for her and keep Ryota away from her at all costs."

The imposter looks at the photo and nods. "Alright. I'll warn Ryota to avoid her. Is that all?"

Hiro starts nodding before he stops. "Uh, actually...Chiaki Nanami. She's in your class, right?"

Imposter nods. "Yes. She's our class rep." A worried expression takes over his features. "...why?"

The fortune teller frowns. "She's going to be killed. And you, along with the rest of your class, will be forced to watch it." He shudders at the memory of the image. "Seeing that, plus Ryota's video, it fills you all with despair and causes you all to do...bad things. So along with keeping Ryota away from Junko, can you help me keep an eye on Chiaki?"

The imposter stares wide eyed at Hiro for a long time before slowly nodding. "O-of course." He finally replies. "I will do what I can."

Hiro lets out a breath, a heavy weight having been lifted from his chest. "Great. Thank you!" Hiro grins and begins to turn away. "If anything happens, come find me! But this should be a big help!"

With a final wave goodbye, Hiro runs off. He leans against the outside of the building, smiling happily. "That went way better than I thought it would!" He exclaims to his ghostly friends.

"Yeah!" Leon agrees. "Not only that, we dealt with the Chiaki problem too!"

"So now all we need to do is figure out about this Izuru guy?" Chihiro ponders.

Hiro nods, furrowing his brow in thought. "Yeah...that might be a bit tricky. I dunno how we're gonna get information on him." He grins and shrugs. "But we'll find a way! I'm sure of it!"

A/N: This was my first time ever writing for Imposter, so I hope I did a good job!

[xxxdragonfucker69xxx]

@lyhoradka​ tagged me in that post about five bits of text from written media that are burned into your brain and, kindly, gave me a theme of places. i am going to annotate this because i am a bitch

1. holy places are dark places. the wisdom that we get in them is not thin and clear like water but thick and dark like blood. - cs lewis, till we have faces

im almost certain ive misremembered this one but its better this way. clive what the devil fuck were you trying to say with till we have faces. burn it down and start over with this. i have a sidenote about hope faith and love but thats beyond the scope of this discussion

2. night falls. the workers put down their tools and point to the sky. “there is the blueprint,” they say.  invisible cities, italo calvino

again idr if its sky or stars. this is the description of thecla from invisible cities, kindly appointed to me by my good friend venus. this is not the strongest one but it is a strong one and its for Me and i remember it. inna thought i was going to make this whole post about haunted houses and this one is completely the opposite; i’ll consider it aspirational

3. walk to the east till you can walk no more. swim east until you pass the sunrise; swim east until you pass the stars; swim east until you come to the edge of the sky. there you will find yourself on the shores of a different land. even in that place, they shall know your name, and mine. - adel, kc danine/unlikely flowerings, jenna moran

sorry i cheated on this one bc i looked up the attribution and found my memory was wrong. but i cut it up to match what i thought. this one is actually a combo with

3a. the sea will be the color night behind glass. then, slowly, it becomes green: first rain-wet slate, then darkest jade. green as fresh emeralds. green as remembered rivers - the sun beneath the sea, sunless seas

again ive hashed the first part of that but green as remembered rivers lives in my head rent free. these two live under the heading “an exile in the uttermost east”

4. THIS IS NOT A PLACE OF HONOR. NO HIGHLY VALUED DEED IS REMEMBERED HERE. NOTHING OF VALUE IS STORED HERE. 

the warning continues of course but the basis is here. the idea that we cannot produce something so horrifying and terrifying that it does not also fascinate us, as you might guess, fascinates me. nightmare and obsession are such close brothers

5. a woman drew her hair out tight/and fiddled in the violet light/and upside down in air were towers/tolling reminiscent bells that kept the hours/and voices singing out of empty cisterns and exhausted wells.

in my head sean bean reads these lines in his civ vi voice. why did so much weird fiction pattern weird bits of worldbuilding after this bit. not that i am immune. voices singing out of empty cisterns and exhauuusted wells

BONUS CONTENT

so many things i wanted to add that werent written or that i didnt have memorized perfectly enough

1i. the, like, entire first half of to tundra by los camp, which i will reproduce below

meet me at st nicholas among the oaks behind the church that sway like pigtailed girls as summer wind whistles around your bare-shin knees and the forsythia leaves in the shade lay with me tickled by the feather reeds thats where the trees grow old under the ivys hold as you in my two arms equally safe from harm and in a hazy daydream our bodies married the stream and we broke down into pebbles and silt the water ran from the fields until the oceans we filled and found the seabed the comfiest quilt

there was more life in the weeds than in the few hundred seats that rose from transept to chancel to nave [...]

2i. prim leaves her father’s house. i won’t reproduce the whole story here but there’s a girl prim and her father is the god hansa and they live in a house of iron nails and one day her dad is killed and she has to go bury him and takes nothing but his corpse and a single iron nail. and she traipses all across creation and the void looking for somewhere to bury him but every time she tries his corpse shouts at her for being shit at it. and eventually she collapses, and drops the nail and it springs right up into the same exact house, and she imagines crawling in there with her fathers corpse to die next to him and freaks out and then

A pale face came before her and she was abruptly struck from her despair as though by a great hammer. A beautiful stranger had appeared, mild and tall, of milky flesh, spare in figure, but radiant in voice and visage. "I know you," said the stranger in a small voice, "you are Prim."

"I was Hansa's orphan, the slave, Prim," croaked Prim in response, "and now I am nobody, just a small dirty thing in great emptiness and here I will die."

"No," said the stranger, and the clarity and firmness of her voice and smile send a shock through Prim, "you are Prim, and Prim only, and Prim you shall be." And Prim there realized her tears had made a great pool and she was greeting her own reflection. And she fell into that murky pool and straight away it turned clear as crystal and Prim vomited forth a great black knot from very deep within her, and her body was scoured and lashed by the icy waters of that pool, and great draughts of poisonous filth and despondency were drawn in rushing gasps from her wounds, and her skin was sealed and her soiled trappings were purged and the caked illness and death was ripped away and she rose from that pool fresh and humming. Her back straightened and she scarcely thought on her father's corpse or the faintest echo of that iron house.  That is how Prim left her father's house.

so basically abaddon scooped all of tsiy and every other haunted house writer in like five thousand words

3i. berenike

From my words you will have reached the conclusion that the real Berenice is a temporal succession of different cities, alternately just and unjust. But what I wanted to warn you about is something else: all the future Berenices are already present in this instant, wrapped one within the other, confined, crammed, inextricable.

4i. a ghost does not come to stand in the dark doorway of your room because it is an 18th century orphan girl named annie. a ghost comes to stand in the doorway of your room because the doorway is where things come to stand. - i am in eskew, david ward

the formats all fucked up now huh. this has influenced my thoughts on both psychogeo and necromancy. what a fucking guy. theres also the pope lick bridge one but

5i. i hope you will forgive me for including a bit from tsiy

I opened my eyes. I was kneeling at the base of a tree, at the top of a grassy hill, under starry night. Dad was standing a little ways back, head craned back to look at the tree. "What is this place to you?" he asked, looking around. The island came to an abrupt stop at the edges; it wasn't a floating island in space or anything, there just.....wasn't anything beyond the edge of it. Like looking past the edge of your own eyesight -- not the blackness of eyelids, but the colorless place beyond.

"I'll die here someday," I said, and meant it.

i really need to work on getting places and haunted places into the new draft. im slacking. but im also not allowed to go back and change anything rn or ill just never get anywhere