Warning: Profanity or bad language

Have you ever wondered what it felt like to have a wonderful and heartwarming moment only to be hit by the realization that you're having this moment with terrible people or in a terrible situation?

No?

Oh.

Such is the case for unfortunate teenagers with too many angst, trapped in a confined space of a room. What happens if you start breaking down? If you let out tears along the way? No one would pay mind to you. They just laugh.

And laugh.

And laugh.

LMAOOCJJ JSKSKJXJSKSKXKKXKD

dude this is not funny my fucking best friend died :(

These are compulsive laughs, I apologize your friend died, that is traumatizing to experience.

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"Shuichi stood up to leave the room out of tiredness, only for him to lose balance and pass out again."

"Is this how drunk people act?"

"Ay, who knows? We're literally just watching these kids cry and have a mental breakdown for fun. Is alcohol really that bad? I mean, look at 'im!"

"___, I would've though you of all people would know how it's like to be drunk."

"Shut. Your. Ass."

"Ay, it's starting, the episode's starting!"

Welcome to Chapter 15 | Impulsivity Is Not A Nice Thing! We last left off with our poor Shuichi-poo drinking the purple boy's Panta, but who has had the audacity to drug the drink that Mr. Saihara is crying and weeping at the floor like a whiny toddler! Hm? Certainly not the purple boy! Well, would you like to find out?

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"Saihara!" all of them said. It was a sight to see, with the detective falling on his knees. He could've vomited the most disgusting shit you could ever imagine, but look at him now. Holding his stomach. What a pissbaby, am I right?

His eyes squinted at the doorframe, and he wished he could've seen the black silhouette at the hallway. But all he could make up were their red nails. Or was it green? Were nails even there?

He could picture a pitiful face of the silhouette before his mind went blank, but something told him what he thought was most likely a contradiction from what the face was making. A funny expression, perhaps?

He saw the purple Panta all the way back at the hallway, dirt all over it.

Dirt? He doesn't know if it's dirt actually. He keeps mixing things up.

Don't trust his words and his description, as a drunk detective is as accurate as a closed curtain in a circular room with no windows.

The silhouette was turning more to another color. What Shuichi would imagine if he was asked what an odd and funky color would look like. But, unfortunate for him, he passed out before he had the chance to ever comprehend who the silhouette is.

What a failure haha. What kind of detective is he if he can't even find out who a simple silhouette is? Simply because he's drunk too. What a damn idiot. His fucking moron thinking makes me perilous.

But he felt comforted.

Why?

Was it cause of the silhouette?

The silhouette was frightening, intimidating actually. Just standing there ominously, watching him struggle to keep his consciousness as his friends and family help him and panic.

But it gave a gentle vibe. Like it was a kind creature.

Kindness is rare in this game. In this whole killing game, where distrust is something to hold onto, and it's not frowned upon and actually encouraged. That's why he was so hesitant to start dating this liar. So he found comfort in the kindness exiting from this person. Person?

But who in his classmates, his family, his friends, is the liar? As one can't afford to be kind in this sort of game. They're all ruthless. So who is the liar? One of them surely has to be lying about their kindness. No one can afford to be gentle in an already rough environment.

"Shuichi, wake up!"

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- violet-ocean-eyes
Apologies if it's a boring read. I haven't proof-read it. No beta, of course, we die like these teenagers' pets that are still waiting for them to return.