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Who: Rantarou Amami, Nagito Komaeda, & friends
What: Hopezone 2022
When: January onwards
Where: Yogen high school (maybe?)
Warnings: TBE
What: Hopezone 2022
When: January onwards
Where: Yogen high school (maybe?)
Warnings: TBE
This uneasy feeling is weighing on me / I forced down my heart’s desires that I wanted to follow so I wouldn’t spit them out / They built up inside my chest, like dregs, and clouded me.
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Thankfully, apart from what Alice can discern through that narrow opening, the door is apparently a barrier that this shirt-snatching wall-dweller of a spooky stalker thing can't break down. Even better, it seems that it's giving up...
Or is he mistaken? The knocking is polite, jarring for being so ordinary and unexpected, too soon after the entire scare — how suspicious! Alice hesitates. How is he even supposed to answer the door, shirtless and knifeless?! ]
...Identify yourself!!
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Me... but I'm sure hearing from trash like myself must be so exhausting.
( anything scary about this situation seems to be replaced with someome familiar for alice. he'll hear komaeda, on the other side of the door, as if he had just came, and any paranormal activity didn't just happen.
he places his hands into his lap, looking at the door, and with how dark it is in the hallway, seeing is difficult. he stands up, holding the other's shirt as if he didn't just rob him for this, and wonders if he'll open what keeps them separated.
...
but can alice trust it?
this happens in all scary movies. )
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Opening the door could be a huge mistake. Isn't there some kind of rule about inviting creepy beings inside? ]
Don't put words into my mouth...!
[ Drawing out the exchange through the closed door while he looks around for alternatives to his knife — a chair or a small cabinet? — Alice can't help the irritated edge turning his tone of voice sharper. His nerves object to all of this severely! ]
Tell me something that only the Fairy Godmother of Hope Komaeda would know, and I'll open the door!
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( which would be soup and crackers, that's the easiest combination, and someone would have had to spectate him to know. truthfully, he doesn't know if that's the first meal the other has had, but it was the one that komaeda saw with him. it'd be the meal he'd say aloud, but the moment he decides to say something; it gets stuck in his throat, lodged in the center, and he coughs one after the other in a way to push it up. clearing his throat, he hums in thought...
huh... what did he eat. )
...I'm useless, my memory won't even give me that small bit of information.
( because that doesn't come as easy, he opts out with something else that can be useless. it's entertaining, and only means so much to someone that understands that he's the person in the walls. )
I know what lives in the walls.
( but a creature that lives in the walls would obviously know what lives in the walls....... )
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[ His first meal? The very first one? To tell the truth, Alice can't remember that himself — he's visited the vending machines so many times, so how would he keep track of every single thing he's eaten throughout each day, unless he were to write it all down in a diary? What does stand out, however, are the cat-shaped rice balls that Nene Yashiro brought him once, and the can of soup that none other than the one and only Fairy Godmother of Hope retrieved from a vending machine without making any payment.
Surely, if this isn't a trick to convince him to let his guard down, Komaeda wouldn't forget using his bizarre wand that day, the day they met! ]
The Fairy Godmother of Hope Komaeda could simply mention soup to prove his identity, but you're talking about the walls?! I don't know what lives there, only that it was following me!
[ And a monster creeping through the hotel walls would know all there is to know about its domain! What it wouldn't know is anything concerning the school; there's nothing that it could have witnessed to bring up... The sudden coughing is somewhat alarming as well. ]
Are you saying that you saw everything?
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( he couldn't see him that much, but at one point he was able to see what was going on before the other made a run for it. is this being used against him, his bad memories? he thinks so because trying to think back, then given the answer has put him in a difficult spot.
...
it was soup. )
But I, The Fairy Godmother of Hope Komaeda, would know! It's the answer that you're searching for, aren't you?
( or what he should want to relieve himself knowing there's not an actual monster at his door. he thinks about knocking again, just a few raps of his knuckles. he's got a feeling that the other still won't come because he's uneasy at the prospect of something unknown hunting him down. grabbing at the door's handle, he jingles it again to see if he'll be lucky to knock something off so that he can get in. )
Are you going to leave me out here...?
( when did alice become so cruel, now komaeda's going to pout...
maybe alice hates him now. )
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There — the door handle rattling makes him sound so desperate to open it like any other person, and Alice's resolve wavers. ]
Ghhh...
[ What if Komaeda was in fact observing the walls to intervene, if need be, and that's why the creature retreated?
Alice checks his surroundings a final time. The chair is within reach, and so is the cabinet. A deep breath later, he leans forward, stretches one arm out, and opens the door. ]