afterliving | 8th Concert - [ audio/action ] my bloody valentine

[ There was nothing more suited to be the last straw than this. Kohaku was always walking a thin line between sanity and the deep abyss of his mind and past. Even his annoyed and violent normal self was not all of the cruelty he was capable of. When there was real hatred involved, Kohaku finally became a kind of monster himself.

Tolerating the NPCs had always been hard, but he managed, limiting himself to occasional kicks and pushes and punches. That was until they started approaching him this day. Even mere approaching might have been something Kohaku could handle, but out of all things they told him they loved him... they wanted him.. dead, possibly. None of these things were things Kohaku dealt very well with. Crazy possessive lovers are unpleasant, but not as awful of the entire idea of these... these... horrible artificial dolls trying to lure him in.

As the first one pulls a knife, he's only too happy to respond in fashion. That he turns on his phone's recording function as he reaches in his pocket goes unnoticed. ]

Love? Don't fucking make me laugh! [ Noises of movement and a scream, doubtlessly not from Kohaku. ] Gahahaha! That's what you deserve, artificial piece of shit! Feelings? You? You're all as fake as it can get, dolls, empty shells, pretty playthings for a sick puppeteer.

[ Yuri may have told him to not injure or let alone kill the NPCs, but right now Kohaku lost any ability to control himself. For anybody walking by it's a gruesome scene. The NPCs may be armed themselves, but Kohaku is skilled at throwing knives and he shows no mercy this time. Just injuries aren't enough anymore. He needs to see them bleed, bleed, bleed out, their blood tinting every card and every package of chocolate they may have brought. ]

What are you screaming for? It's not like you were ever alive to begin with! Gahahahahahahaha, just die, filthy imitations! Oh wait, you can't!

[ Maybe he's enjoying this a little too much. There is just so much pent up frustration from all the last months inside of him and now finally, finally he lets loose completely, acting on all his hatred and sheer paranoia. He is scared of them, terrified to the bones. There is nothing more horrifying than dolls pretending to be alive and as such there is also nothing more despicable. It's as if by erasing them, he could also erase his own inner hell.

He can't though. There is no cure for these feelings and even if there was, it would not relate to causing a blood bath. Still, the hall in front of the music room is a mess now. Blood splattered everywhere and corpses... Some of them with their throats slid expertly, others otherwise injured or also murdered. And then there's Kohaku, grinning insanely in a tense way that makes him look about to cry just alike, chucking every other second, kicking the bodies violently. ]

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They don't have emotions, of course it's some kind of glitch.

[ Yuri's going to check her ammo now to make sure she's well-aware of where she's at in terms of it. ]

Your creepiest NPC so far?

You know that class rep from 9th grade? Waited to get me in a corner and tried to feed me poison chocolate as some sort of romantic way to go to death together. 'I may not be popular enough to be with someone like you in life, but....'

It was fucking repulsive. Bah.

[ This glitch is doing a very good job at convincing him love sucks. Not that he hadn't been convinced before, but it doesn't hurt to be extra sure. Unless the NPCs get you. Then it does hurt lots, presumably. ]

You win, that's worse than the teacher. I don't know what this is, but it's not love.

I wouldn't be surprised if the programmer, for all his love obsession, has become this twisted himself and the system now thinks that's the real deal.

Then again, maybe it is the real deal? I knew some guy's ex-boyfriend who was exactly like that.

I think he knows what real love feels like.. I just think he doesn't realize that no matter how many NPCs he tries with, it's not real. They can't feel anything, there's no way they could understand human emotions.

[ That's her thoughts on it. There's absolutely no way they ever could. ]

Whoever this programmer is, he's been here probably decades longer than I have at least. Maybe longer. He probably doesn't understand anything human anymore.

That's what I mean. He may have known sometime, but by now he's still as alien as an NPC even when he wakes up.

That reminds me... How long have you even been here?

[ For all the change there was to their little population, Yuri seemed to be the constant one. For all Hinata says, too, there seems to have been a long, long time of SSS before he appeared. ]

I stopped counting before I even founded the SSS, so I couldn't tell you.

[ She says it like it doesn't matter to her. It's been more than a few years. ]

Just like you.

[ The determination of staying here so long and all, but he doesn't bother to specify. He shrugs. ]

We should probably get away from here before these wake up. Though I won't mind sending them back to sleep again....

Let's go. I was thinking of trying the back room of the auditorium and pushing something against the door

Something large and heavy though, they're pretty handy at getting through simple doors.

[ Still, she's the boss, so he'll go along with her plans anyway. ]

I noticed that.

[ She sighs slightly, then starts heading toward the auditorium at a quickened pace, but not quite a run. ]