lol lmao even

are we deadass.

he gets in my way. and now, it’s even more personal after that embarrassing ass loss.

then you’re lucky it’s mainly your other self i want dead.

( exiting the alchemist’s lab, her skin unbroken and perfectly healthy. honest, it looks like she hadn’t even suffered a single injury. her crimson hues stare down the hall, pulsating in a rage so familiar. yet the flames, so bright and wild, burned with a different passion. this is no longer - -

still, on the pavement. green liquid leaking from the corners of her lips. her gaze unbroken, staring to the ground beneath her. every breath took monumental strength. she couldn’t move. she couldn’t even cry.

green liquid from the numerous vials stored in her boots soak into her skin. her breath hitches, as if overwhelmed by the serum’s power. stumbling over herself as her vision blurs. disoriented, the tactician would swing in desperation. what was supposed to be her saving grace would soon be her - -

i really hope that shit doesn’t make me addicted to it. really hoping.

the grin on her face dissipated, not even having the chance to fire back her own punch. not even the chance to defend herself. not even the chance to scream. her breath hitches as she hits the ground, breath stolen by the tight grip on her throat. like a cornered animal desperately holding on - -

grimacing at his punch, yet reacting all the same. she lifts his head from the ground, tearing a hand away from the flesh stitching itself together. her thumb, still digging through his eye socket, pushes itself deeper and deeper. she forms a tight grip, as if holding his skull - -

that name. she should’ve pulled the trigger at that instant, yet something stopped her. a hesitation she couldn’t explain. but her sudden brain fog would be interrupted by the sharp pain that came from her eyes. grimacing, near panicking. 𝙣𝙤. 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙣’𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙣 𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙡𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙡. - -

her crimson eyes fill with joy, a newfound life as she folds in on herself. gasping in delight as she's raised to the sky, happily anticipating the collision with the ground. 𝘾𝙍𝙍𝙍𝘼𝘾𝙆.ᐟ.ᐟ she sprawls out, barreling through the concrete, creating a crater in the ground. and, - -

‎ ‎ i had the strangest dream the other night. ‎ ‎

( sighing, thoughtlessly dropping the hammer. ) always good to be on your toes. on second thought, maybe that's boring to you too. maybe giving you a new hairstyle will spark a bit of emotion?

( she knows it's near impossible.. reaching forward, fixing up his tie and blowing a kiss! ... all before taking a hammer and swinging it straight at his skull. )

‎ ‎ 𝘐'𝘮 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸. ‎ ‎

tight grip would keep hold of her knife as she'd fly back towards the alley wall. bending backwards, cart-wheeling to her feet. a flashy show of the blade, twirling between her fingers before throwing it up to the air. "i can only ask you the same." her lips twist. black lipstick painting - -

( deep inhale. )

the chill of the night carried on the back of a gentle wind. the streets of the district unusually empty. the nights such as this have never failed to serve as a memory for the tactician. unable to shelter her corpse, her creator had done their work in the dead, dark corners of nightfall. - -

kamukura, kamukura… digging your grave. kamukura, kamukura… heh.

one of these days… there will be blood.

ㅤ ㅤㅤ( 𝐴𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑦 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑑𝑒𝑏𝑢𝑡.ᐣ 𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑠. ) ㅤ

ㅤ 𝙬𝙚’𝙧𝙚 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙮. 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙬.ᐟ.ᐟ ㅤ

painting her nails.

“𝙸'𝚖 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚂𝚑𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚒.” #DanganronpaRP #DRRP #MVRP

ohh, scary!! guess you’re just going to have to prove it later, yeah? and you.. fine, if you REALLY wanna fight. just means i’ll have to pull my punches so i don’t accidentally kill you.

and… he’s too small to even get me to think to be scared.

your fancy luck and fortune won’t ever be enough. i can’t wait to break that stupid facade you carry.

i’ll do it again.

you tell me. what DID i do?

oh, tell me more…

pointed a camera at someone

in my most humble defense, i never attacked anyone.

for all i know, you could’ve been into that sort of thing.

i have been something i was born something

ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤThe End. ( written by deva. )ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ( open.spotify.com/track/3CaUrp... ) ㅤ

archie i cannot emphasize enough how much cho hates junko. not even for the reasons she should.

ㅤ dissociating again . - www.youtube.com/watch?v=UYqw... ㅤ

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