The Art of Murder

[profkowalski]

[Jared has been trying to keep everything normal, despite all the hallucinations. Which is why he's up late at night, slowly playing through Hatoful Boyfriend. Honestly, the current bonus route he's playing through isn't helping, which is why he jumps when he hears voices behind him.]

Jared? What're you playing? [He spins around, grinning quickly at Sammy and June.]

Oh-oh, nothing! This isn't something you kids should be looking at! [He pauses at one particular scene, standing up to grab their hands, Mr. Fish tucked under one arm.] Hey, how about we head to the crafts room?

[They're soon settled there, as he starts working on cutting out more felt shapes to work on another stuffed animal, occasionally stopping to entertain the kids. Something about this doesn't feel quite right, but he's not sure what.]

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[arentyou]

[ The last thing she hears from Lord Garmadon, as the hallucinations wear off, is laughter. Horrible, echoing laughter. Then he leaves her. And she's alone, with only her sins for company. Again.

How many times is she going to mess up? Well, this is the last one she gets, she supposes.

She spends a minute or so just standing there, watching the blood drip off the sword, mind a million miles away. She stumbles through the room, bubbles surrounding her, eyes just... empty, before she lets out a guttural scream and just. Lashes out with the katana and slashes deep across... oh, the tree.

Harumi turns, using the tree for dead reckoning, and just. Stumbles to the door to get out, to get some air, to do something that isn't stand here and scream at a crime scene.

When's the last time she felt this much?

Harumi has been dead for six years. She just managed to forget. ]