Jun Ushiro (
icanhearscreams) wrote in
unfinishednetwork2026-01-15 03:24 pm
a simple question; (cw: death/dying discussion)
[An unsigned note appears on the bulletin board, written in extremely neat handwriting. There's a few smudges on it from erased lines, as if the author wrote it over and over again.]
Is anyone else here dead?
[Just five words. No signature. He'll see how this turns out.]
Is anyone else here dead?
[Just five words. No signature. He'll see how this turns out.]

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text -> action
[... Hopefully. As long as he doesn't get lost again.]
[Which he does. A little. But not for too long.]
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I'm here! I'm the girl with long black hair waving.
[She waves after writing this, to make it clear who she is.]
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... Uh. Hey.
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So, I guess you want to hear the story of how I died?
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Though I'm more curious about how you escaped the whole 'being dead' thing, yeah.
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[She waves a hand, and a small illusion appears of herself, the same age as Jun is now, sitting on a bed in a hotel room, several creatures in various shapes scattered around said room as well. In a sparkle of light, an egg-shaped phone appears in her hands, and she gasps in delight when she reads the message on the screen, immediately pushing the button.]
...maybe not the best decision. But at first everything seemed fine. I met this cute little mascot and everyone else who got summoned, some much less voluntarily than me.
[She summons up another image, of a floating blob talking to a ragtag group.]
At first it seemed fine, just running around town doing missions like finding lost pets or showing off for fans, even if it was a little weird how we seemed to be the only real people there and the whole town was the only place we could actually go.
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[The illusion ability is weird, as are the creatures - but he's not going to interrupt, not at the moment. The 'cute little mascot' gets an eyebrow raise - but it's not Koyemshi, even if it looks kind of like it...]
So what was the issue, then?
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Apparently the town couldn't hold all of us, so someone would have to get murdered. [The image changes to be tinted red, Fav's cheerful smile somehow seeming more sinister.] And of course, there were a few little bonus motives, ways to make people really want to kill. The only thing in between people and their rewards were the trials.
[She waves her hand again, and the town scenery is replaced with a courtyard with a fountain in it. Five generic portraits float in the sky.] Once we found someone's body, we'd have some time to investigate, and then get brought to this place to discuss and figure out who did it. Then we'd vote-[She points at the portraits]-and whoever got the most votes was executed.
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And I assume it repeats. Until how many are left?
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Four, at the end. Some of those were because of this serial killer magical girl who sneaked into the town, though. [The individuals fade one by one, turning into more ghostly apparitions, until only Miach, Nagi, Recette, and Seraphina are left.] Although those of us who died were still able to see the living, and interact with the world if we tried hard enough.
[A brief intermission, to show a ghostly Eliza throwing marshmallows at Szayel.]
And...there was one last trial. To solve the mysteries, and reveal the person truly behind it all. [The living move to the center, and a spotlight shines down on Nagi.] And decide what to do with her.
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[He nods, continuing to listen. None of this makes sense, but neither does his own tale.]
So what'd you do?
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It...it was very tense, since us ghosts couldn't communicate with the living during that trial. But in the end, they voted to spare her, and that meant all the ghosts got to come back. [Slowly, the ghostly figures fade back into full visibility. (Technically not how it went in reality, but she prefers that visual.] It also meant that the whole town was now crumbling since Zange was also free from having to run those death games now. But we had enough time to say goodbye before each heading home. Or, well, to someplace else better in a few cases. [One by one, each of the figures opens a door, stepping through as it disappears behind them.]
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[That makes no sense.]