Slam! "I'm home!"
Of course, no one responded to his call--no one ever did. In fact, Riddle wasn't sure why he yelled that every time he arrived home anymore, no one ever cared enough to call back. Sighing, he went into his room and closed the door behind him to prevent the cats from entering his room and messing with the birds (the cats had already succeeded at toppling cages before). Throwing his keys, his wallet, and his phone on his desk, Riddle slumped into his chair and stared out the window for a few moments. No one really did notice, didn't they?
Riddle, of course, still remembered it. Even though his time in that world was scarcer than Galakazoo's heterosexuality, it was still relatively vivid in his mind. He, of course, had no marks or scars at all from the ball that crushed his skull, but that wouldn't erase the memories of the pain and the darkness that the impact had caused. Riddle thought that he had truly died, only to wake up the next morning in his bed with absolutely no homework done.
It's not like he would've done it anyway, but the stress factor increased.
Riddle could, at the very least, enter GS again. Apparently that sick, twisted dimension did not allow second chances--or it met a certain quota and had shut off access from outsiders. Regardless, the forum was now accessible without any danger of a virus installing itself on the computer. Riddle was somewhat surprised to see a thread by Dacidbro about the very program and entered it himself, allowing him to cast a watchful eye with them and even joined in on the fun. Dacidbro had taken it on himself to get people out of the game that he felt like screwing over and somehow had managed to convince the virtuous Sprite to aid him in his efforts.
Riddle, naturally, joined in on the fun.
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Time had passed. The KuruGuru, despite having eliminated the self-created Staindgrey (in all his egotistical glory), was on the lam. In pursuit was that renegade who had it made, Plan 9. Kuru had been running for the past fifteen minutes from the vigilante, but his little legs could only carry him so far and he was running out of breath. Stopping in what he presumed was a safe place, he leaned against a wall and took a breather.
Shunk! Sweat formed on Kuru's brow. He looked up to notice a dagger sitting about an inch from his face in front of him. Sweat formed on his brow in fear and anxiety. He slowly looked to his right to see the BAMF coming towards him again. Letting out a small, squeaky yell, Kuru broke into a dash to get away.
"***gay" Plan 9 said of his target. He pulled the blade from the wall and tested it on his thumb. The impact slightly damaged the blade and it looked as if it were about to fall apart. He probably should make sure his next (and last) shot was accurate, but he honestly DGaF. Plan 9 broke into a slight trot to find the little frog-thing, but, like a frog, it was damn slippery.
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"Toldja."
"Oh my gosh! Dacidbro, you were so wrong!"
"o:"
Lurking in the treetops were three people, all of whom were presumed dead by the remaining players. In a way, they were--they certainly were no longer a physical part of this world. The three, as noted by their black, skeletal wings, were Reapers (for Dacid, this was his second time). The trio operated in the shadows, invisibly influencing the actions of the still-living members of this sick and twisted game. Of course, they were back in the physical world already, practically continuing their regular lives, but the opportunity to invade and influence was too great for them to pass up.
For the past few nights, Dacidbro had convinced Sprite to have them finish off Plan 9, whom Dacidbro had convinced Sprite was a Serial Killer out to destroy the entire town. During that point in time, Plan 9 had walked off and almost singlehandedly destroyed Team Gaia***s after they had destroyed his three little fanboys. Plan 9 was slightly disgusted by the fact that they were fanboys, but he was a bit motivated to destroy their killers.
And he had, for the most part. Shinarouji had exposed Loogiesquared yesterday, but he had killed Loogie's life partner MarthMaster and was now about to hit another one that had just recently joined their side. So far, he was taking a game that was heavily tipped into Team Gaia***s' favor of winning and tipping it back towards the town.
Dacid was pretty happy for him, and was gonna let him finish, but...
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Kuru was now backed into a wall. Stupidly, he had run into an alley, thinking it was a back road to another part of the hidden village, but his luck had finally run out. Now circumstances had put his back up against a wall (it was Sunday too, no less). Plan 9 approached with the dagger in hand. Kuru's mind was racing, trying to figure out the different ways out of this situation. Alas, he had no technology to help him fight and there was certainly nothing left.
"FOR BRO!" he called out as he dashed at the BAMF. He jumped and...
Squeeze Plan 9 had caught Kuru by his head. He then tossed the little alien into the air. On the frog creature's decent, Plan 9 drew the dagger and whipped it. A gushy
squish noise was made as the dagger embedded itself into Kuru's skull and was planted into the wall behind it.
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"get up"
Shinarouji started from her sleep. Her eyes flew open and she bolted upright.
Plan 9 was there in the doorway. Letting out an apathetic yawn, he left the room, telling her to get changed. Shina relaxed and did as she was told. Within minutes, she joined Plan 9 in the hallway.
"You look bloody," she commented.
"idgaf" he shot back.
"Any reason for coming to get me? I thought you didn't care about us," Shinarouji said.
"i got at those ***s," he said. "i know the last one"
"Oh," Shinarouji said, as if she were channeling Magnatoon's spirit.
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To be continued.