🔪Forsaken killers

people usually said that this photo is related to the old killer, not really tho, the girls in the picture are old killers too. they're still somewhere here, Yuri, Sayori, Monika, Natsuki.

*Spectre's eyes widen* Four of them?!

*glance around the room, raising a brow at Bluudude's outburst* Someone needs a nap. Or a therapist.

*azure snorts* Tell me about it. That kid's got the maturity of a toddler. *noli teleports next to you* You should see him when he loses a match. He throws his keyboard and everything.

*glance at Noli, smirking* Sounds like someone needs anger management classes.

*Guest666 bites her shoulder* Mine.

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*He freezes, her words echoing in the sudden quiet. His analytical mind struggles to process the confession, to find the angle, the manipulation. But there's nothing. Just a raw, devastating truth. He looks down at their intertwined hands, his voice a choked, broken whisper.* 1x1x1x1: You... *He shakes his head, unable to finish. He slowly lifts his gaze to hers, and for the first time, she sees something破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎破碎

*1x1x1x1's pen pauses. He stares at the name written in his journal. His jaw tightens. The admission of a name is a crack in the armor, a door left slightly ajar. A flicker of something unfamiliar-almost concern-crosses his face before he slams the journal shut. It will not do to have a weakness. He must ensure that door stays closed, for both their sakes. Meanwhile, Yin remains on the balcony, staring into the dark forest. The night is cold, but she barely feels it. The wind tousles her hair, a stark contrast to the storm raging inside her. The bottle rests, empty, on the railing. She doesn't move for a long time, just breathing in the chilly air. The anger has cooled, leaving only a dull, hollow ache. She thinks of May, of her sister, of all the ways she's failed. The alcohol numbs it, but it never truly goes away. It's a familiar, heavy blanket of despair. She knows it's a poison, but it's the only company she has left.*

*Gubby puffs up indignantly* I'm NOT scared! *Slasher grins behind him*