GRAVEYARD

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THE GRAVEYARD

No two deaths are ever quite the same. Some might remember the exact moment their lives were cut short; others might only see a blinding flash of light; the particularly unlucky ones might not recall any details whatsoever.

No matter how it ended up happening, though, all of you here will always have one thing in common: one second you're dead; the next, you wake up to find yourself in a dark room. Before you can even start to try and get your bearings, a shadowy figure appears in the doorway of your room, face lit from the bottom up by a faint, almost ethereal glow. It stands still for a few seconds before murmuring,

"Oooooh... I see dead people."

... The voice is followed by a snicker as a gloved hand flicks the light switch on, revealing the mysterious entity to be Pumpkin, the fox-eared groundskeeper. Lowering the game console that had illuminated her face, she continues, "That one never gets old. Anyway, hey, sup, you're dead, that sucks, the house is probably gonna eat you as soon as this round is over. Wanna see what everyone else is up to on the other side?"

As you take in everything the gardener has told you, you suddenly realize as you look around... though you don't see anything, why does it feel like this place is already crowded?

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[allfornone]

[Bootleg Akechi reporting for duty!! At least there's no trace of his usual breezy smile here, even if the laughter at this point sounds a little more sharp and ugly than anything. He just lifts his head at the fresh baking smell and stares at the cookies for a moment.]

Ah. It wouldn't be haunting anyone here. I'm guessing... we're the haunting side, in several senses of the word.

[...]

This is somehow even more surreal than being dead.

[He means being dead and watching Asch bring cookies.]

[getdrekt]

[...

he just

puts down the cookies

turns

and starts speedwalking away.





you saw nothing and he doesn't care about you.]

[allfornone]

[Wow, he blinked and the guy was gone??? Like, Subete definitely doesn't have the energy to go chasing Asch around right now even if he wanted to -- he might need to chase people later because he definitely heard something about getting eaten by the house, which somehow isn't as surprising as it should be but??! -- so he just. Kind of stares at the spot where Asch used to be.]

Thanks...?

[He doesn't go for the cookies yet but he'll probably get at them later before they go cold.......]

[getdrekt]

[YEAH YOU'RE WELCOME

THEY'RE REAL GOOD, ALL GOOEY AND MELTY!!!!!!]

[allfornone]

[Damn either Asch was already an excellent baker or being dead really actually gave him a hobby--]

[getdrekt]

[JUST EAT YOUR COOKIES AND SHUT UP!!!!!]

[getdrekt]

[ANYWAY he's around if you want to run into him later.

around

wherever basically.........]

[allfornone]

[He is probably having regrets about consuming a billion cookies later because Dazai is somehow a bad influence even while being dead and just standing there. Anyway.

Before he hits cookie-induced regrets, though, Subete is definitely wandering the mansion trying to figure out the differences: an extra room, much less rooms in general, bizarrely like taking a step back through time. And, apparently, grouchy redheads lurking in random corners just waiting for an awkward run-in.

He kind of suspected it, but he also kind of breathes a sigh of relief in general whenever he runs into someone today and doesn't get slammed with a memory. Nobody needs more awkwardness this Sunday.]

Asch-san.

You didn't have to run away so fast. The cookies were fine.

[getdrekt]

[they don't run into each other, per say—rather, Asch is walking out of a room (or, trying to) while Subete is walking in. the result is Asch backpedaling, scowling, book tucked firmly under one arm.]

I didn't run from you, idiot. I couldn't care less about your opinion.