#nullverum

[sleuthsight-blog]

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send me ✎ and my muse will draw your character

  “ Here ! ”

[eludum-a]

A BODY HAS BEEN DISCOVERED !

[ a body has been discovered // accepting ]

it was… strange. ouma seemed so fragile in this state. she’d never thought of him like that before, despite his diminutive stature, but now, he more closely resembled a doll than a human being. the rigor mortis setting in would likely extinguish that thought completely within the next hour, though.

ouma was a liability, in a game like this. one couldn’t tell his lies from the truth, and he antagonized everyone. she was the only one who seemed able to stand his company for long, and that was because he felt familiar somehow, like an annoying younger brother.

chiaki sat down hard next to his body, staring with eyes that didn’t quite see in front of her.

for all his flaws, he’d abhorred the idea of killing. if there was nothing else respectable about the self-proclaimed “supreme leader”, there was at least his adherence to a strict moral code, however blue and orange it might be.

a tear slipped down her cheek. chiaki wiped it off, fighting the rest of them back as they threatened to overflow.

“hey, ouma-kun…” she mumbled, leaning over his corpse. “this better not be one of your dumb pranks… yeah? i’m gonna be really mad if you’re just messing with me…”

no response.

[shokvzai]

@ahogedetective. @nullverum.

¥ ∫∫ “ladies, ladies, you’re both evilly beautiful and beautifully evil.  calm down.”

[studcntcouncil-blog]

nullverum replied to your post:

its cuz the triplets are him and yori and matsuda as we found out…

Triplets are dead--sans Murasame. LKFDJSALKFDS I’M KIDDING BUT THAT’D BE HILARIOUS! Fucking triplet inside joke I’M CRYING 

[hxpetrash]

@nullverum

Wouldn’t sabotaging yourself like that be so ironic?

“Hope, as a concept though, is not so easily lost. Even if I need to start calling it something else.”

[gambogeish]

@nullverum gets a LYRICAL STARTER (sc)

“The sacrifice of hiding in a lie....the sacrifice is never knowing.”  

(”Pushing Me Away” by Linkin Park)

[ahogedetective]

nullverum replied to your post: corpisjuris replied to your post “Seeing the...

I DO AND IM LAUHGING

I looked it up for curioisty’s sake and ooH MY GOD.

I REMEMBER THAT SHOW, SJDNCJSNJCJNDSJS

[hazuukashi]

nullverum replied to your post: The mun is singing musical songs again… Somebody...

( eyes emoji what musicals )

So far, Avenue Q, Seussical, 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee, Les Miserables. That’s what I’ve been singing anyway.

[mxgia]

nullverum replied to your post: outofMP: I’m 100% sure now. Ouma’s EN voice is...

( YEP I swore Ouma’s voice was just the Digimon Emperor )

outofMP: I think all the people saying Bryce Papenbrook threw me off for a while and I was like ‘yea sure it’s him whatever’. but watching the demo fully, I’ve kinda gone ‘wait, no it’s not???’

I’ve watched Digimon Adventure 02 53 times and counting, I know that voice.

[hxpetrash]

“You raise a very good point....”

[pseudohope-a-blog]

nullverum replied to your post “my crack hajime is either “ow my anxiety and my depression” or “you...”

an*me

cursed word

[eludum-a]

the things she saw with her eyes closed were often worse than anything she experienced in real life.

the students of the reserve course clawed madly at the door, pushing and shoving each other in their efforts to get in. they left streaks of blood on the walls where their nails had been worn down to bloody stubs. there was no logic or reason in what they did anymore, having been driven to this by the video they had all watched.

chiaki watched from a distance. a floaty, weightless feeling consumed her, merely observing as if she were trapped inside a bubble. none of this was real, she knew. with time, she knew the door would break down, and the students outside would flood into the art room to overwhelm the main course students who had barricaded themselves inside. she hadn’t been there to see it, but she knew how things had gone down.

and she remained a passive observer, until a familiar snicker caught her attention. with red staining his hands and his violet hair, a short young man detached himself from the crowd. he came to a stop at her side, watching the others as they tore their poor victims apart. he tilted his head, studying her. all of a sudden, a shadow fell over his face. a crooked smirk twisted his features until they were almost unrecognizable.

“isn’t this great, nanami-chan?” he whispered. her blood ran cold, and she looked at him with wide eyes, uncomprehending. “it’s too bad i don’t get to be the mastermind, but... now they’ll know i can be the villain!”

the bubble burst. chiaki was on her knees all of a sudden, as if she’d just stumbled and fallen, though she knew she hadn’t willingly moved an inch. ouma’s back was to her as he headed away, a skip in his step. she reached out, crawling after him before she pushed herself back up onto her feet. yet no matter how fast she moved, she couldn’t quite get to him in time.

he moved through the crowds as if they were liquid, her chasing after him but never catching up. she tried calling out his name, but he would not respond. gradually, a trail of reserve course students started up after him, makeshift weapon in hand. with growing horror, she realized they all wore jester’s masks. at least thirty fell into step behind him by the time he turned around again.

“nishishishishi...”

as one unit, the brainwashed reserve course students grabbed him. somewhere at the back of her mind, she heard a familiar cacophonous screech.

“iiiit’s--”

no. no no no no no no--

“--PUNISHMENT TIIIIME!”

he smiled as the reserve course students pushed him to his knees, and a scythe flashed. when next she opened her eyes, his head was rolling, coming to a stop at her feet. chiaki gagged, turning from that horrible sight only to be confronted with another.

a burned, ravaged hat covered most of his face, obscuring it from view. chiaki swallowed, staring at the figure in front of her, and neither of them moved. it felt like they spent an eternity just staring each other down. finally, he slowly raised one heat-blistered hand, gingerly removing his hat.

sightless eyes stared back at her. he’d been disfigured by the fires the other reserve course students set, horrible burns marking most of his face so she couldn’t recognize him. of course, she rarely saw him without his hat before-- it was almost his defining feature. the terrible irony of that moment, knowing she could only distinguish him from the others because of a single article of clothing.

saihara brought a finger up to his lips and indicated for her to follow him. stricken, chiaki did as he asked, tagging along because she was lost and confused. the two of them remained silent as they walked through the bloodstained hallways, ignoring the crazed students around them. the smoke clouded her vision, but somehow she managed to keep pace with the boy anyway.

they came to a stop at a large, shattered window, and saihara turned on his heels to face her.

“where were you, senpai?” he asked, his voice deathly quiet. as she began to stutter out a response, he suddenly lunged for her, grabbing her by both shoulders, fingers gripping her as tightly as he could. “where WERE you!?” she could hear the tears in his voice, tears he was no longer able to cry thanks to his damaged face. in his desperation, he shoved her, and then took a few steps back himself.

and then he was falling.

“SAIHARA-KUN!”

she darted forward, hand outstretched. for a split second, time seemed to slow down. in his downward spiral, he, too, was stretching a hand out to her, desperately trying to grab it. but then the moment was over, and instead of his hand she realized she’d snatched his hat right off of his head.

his body hit the ground many stories below, silently breaking on the pavement.

she knew none of this was real. she willed herself to wake up as the reserve course students not closed in on her, and when it didn’t happen, she begged them to tear her apart, too. but they simply watched, emotionless eyes seeing straight through her, because she wasn’t actually there. she hadn’t been there.

chiaki awoke to find herself in her bed on jabberwock, tightly clutching her blankets to her chest. sweat plastered her clothes and her hair to her chest and head. her heart pounded, and for a second she thought she might be sick. but it was just stress and guilt eating away at her from the inside.

she dried her eyes and sighed, looking towards the window, wondering when dawn might come.

[ahogedetective]

nullverum replied to your post: On a MUCH lighter, happier note, I present to you...

P PUPPER?

P-PUPPER!!!!!!