imeeji_frontstage | Betrayal 3: Traitor Only Session

Who: You lot
When: To be inserted into the timeline after completion
What: A Certain Game

[ You are in an elevator, and it is not ascending into the Game Tower, no. This time, it's taking you down. You can feel it in the pit of your stomach, watch through the glass chassis as stone scrolls up and away and all around you becomes darkness.

And then, a screen flickers on. A bright, cheerful woman with fluffy pigtails waves at you with one hand, a brightly colored plastic crazy straw that's been speared through a few mango chunks in her other. Exael winks and speaks to the camera.

"And with summer comes what we all look forward to~ Summer Break! It's time to get away from hot stuffy Tokyo, and get away from it all! And so, everyone, we've brought your faa~avorite idols home here to you! In one of our very special hotels, for a very special game! Clasp your hands in prayer, hope real hard, and maybe you'll get a front row seat to their presence in the Hotel Omphalos!"

"May this show grant you Mirth, because soon starts—"

The broadcast cuts out.

The light does not return, as the elevator doors open. Instead, color so bright it can't be drowned out by the darkness spills in, and erodes the car away. You are left standing in an unfamiliar Hotel, and the game is just beginning. ]

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[ he still tries to struggle against him, letting out a low, pained grunt at that blade, but he's bleeding and his strength is already leaving him ]

I should have — killed you on sight.

This is a mercy, my friend.

[ the tone is almost swickly-sweet, as he twists the blade, causing only more damage with it as sunk in to the hilt as it is. ]

I could be far, far crueler to you. As would only be fair -- considering what you confessed to. I could dissect you and feast on your innards as you watched. I could give Emet-Selch your eyes as a gift.

But I'm sure he would prefer if I were merciful.

[ he laughs at that, like that's really just incredibly funny, even as he starts coughing blood ]

That's funny.

He would want you to — be merciful with me, you're right. Because he loves me. More than he will ever love you.

[ -- he wrenches the knife in again, with a hiss of annoyance; typically a jab like that wouldn't get to him but it does, the idea that Emet-Selch would love this weak scum more than him difficult to bear. ]

You are deluded if you believe that to be the case.

[ someone's going to be very mortified about this conversation in the future

but that's a problem for future five! current five doesn't give a shit! And despite the pain, he just keeps on laughing ]

If the choice were between you and I he would choose me without any amount of hesitation— you don't know what we mean to each other.

[ it's okay him too. ]

You know nothing of us. You -- who will try to claw your way into his favor -- do not know what real trust, and true kinship looks like.

I have not destroyed his world in front of his eyes and broke his heart.

[ and if Absinthe is sufficiently distracted, and he has enough wiggle room

He's going to reach for the daggers he has with him to try to stab him right back, in the gut ]

[ -- he grunts as the blade pushes in and he tugs his own knife out of Five, trying to shove him back now, aiming to make the knife go with him ]

[ well he lets go of the knife entirely as he's pushes back, and he stumbles - falling backwards because honestly all strength has left him at this point, but he had to at least get a stab out of it ]

You are unfit ... To look upon him. Let alone claim he loves you more than I.

[ Asbinthe hisses, voice tinged with pain but he's stepping forward, aiming a sharp kick for Five's side -- despite his promise to be merciful. ]

[ whatever jerkface it was worth it!!!

There's a pained grunt at that but he doesn't really make a point to struggle and move away because really, what's left to do now ]

Would it — bother you this much if you didn't know I'm right?

Do not put words in my mouth, fool. You are nothing.

[ he lifts his foot up again to put it back down into Five's stomach -- roughly where the damage would be, putting weight down on it. ]

[ well, okay, he's going to cough up more blood and really he can't say anything back to that, he's in too much pain ]

[ the smile returns to his lips at that -- obviously enjoying Five's suffering, now that he is fully Embittered, grinding that foot into him. ]

[ well that's going to earn him a pained scream, though he bites on his lip, very stubbornly trying to prevent himself from giving him any more satisfaction than that ]

[ he laughs, almost breathless with a sadistic sort of satisfaction -- lifting his foot, taking a step back. ]

My -- I'm being a bit unkind, aren't I?

[ he can't really answer, he's bleeding out and choking on his own blood and just having a hard time breathing, but he glares at him and is absolutely thinking I AM GOING TO KILL YOU NEXT ]

I must apologize to Emet-Selch later.

[ he toes him in the side again, clearly pleased at that look, before taking a step back to just

let him bleed out there, EAT HIS ENTIRE ASS FIVE!! ]

[ WOW!!! JUST LEAVE HIM TO DIE A SLOW AND PAINFUL DEATH WHAT A JERK ]

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