How To Kill Eito Aotsuki (And Get Away With It)

Your room is cold. Well, it's [[a little more than just cold]], but the most important to you right now is the fact that it is. Not even the blanket saves you as you huddle deeper into the sheets. [[You don't feel guilty.]] You don't. It's not your fault. Even if it was, what were you supposed to do about it?

(rerun:?inventory) (if:$sheetstied is not true)[ (if:$inventory's 1st is not true)[ (if:$madebed is true)[Your bedsheets are done up neatly, just the way you like. The sight makes a satisfying prickle flow from the back of your brain to the forefront.](else:)[Your sheets are a mess, all crumpled up and folded over one another.] [[Take the bedsheets.]]] (else:)[ (if:$madebed is true)[ Your pillows are arranged nicely at the headboard.] (else:)[ Your pillows are thrown around willy-nilly.] (if:$inventory's 1st is true)[[[Put your bedsheets back.]]]] (if:$madebed is false)[ [[Make your bed.]] ] (else:)[ [[Unmake your bed.]] ]] (else:)[Making your bed doesn't matter much when your blankets have been fashioned into a noose. At least your clothes are warm enough for you to still sleep comfortably.] [[Climb into bed.]] [[Go back.|Bedroom]]

(if:$brokenmirror is not true)[Sometimes, you would [[look into the mirror]] that hangs in the short passage between your bathroom and your front door. You don't anymore.] (else:)[(if:$mirrorlook > 3)[You are standing in front of your [[broken mirror]].](else:)[You used to look into the mirror hanging here. You don't think you can anymore.It's broken. You've taken a shard for yourself.]] [[Go back.|Bedroom]]

You don't feel guilty. Of course you don't. You did the right thing, after all, even if the right thing happened to be a crime. It's not your fault it happened. [[Are you really going to avoid the truth forever, Takumi-kun? That's rather cold of you, isn't it?]]

"Shut up," you reply, burrowing further into the sheets. "Fuck off, Eito." Oh, quiet. You're fine. I will say, I am rather glad you're finally giving this little 'killing me' thing a rest, you know. It's so tedious having to watch you bang your head against a wall in an effort to dispense of me. "What else am I supposed to do? You're a piece of shit. You //know// you're a piece of shit. So stop fucking bothering me!" Eito laughs, but there's an [[unnatural strain]] in the sound. You're so cruel, Takumi-kun.

Sometimes you wish you saw less of this damned place. It almost feels like it's taunting you somehow. Not that rooms can taunt you. ...You think.

You sit upright, latching onto the sign of weakness Eito's so willingly bared to you. "You're scared of me, aren't you?" You feel Eito hesitate.What? "You're scared I'm going to kill you, aren't you? Eito scoffs, trying to sound nonchalant.Of course I'm not scared of you. Do you really think I've never considered suicide myself, [[Takumi]]? This is nothing peculiar for me. It's just strange that you're so eager. That's all. Are you suicidal, Takumi? Maybe we should dispense with the Revive-o-Matic alltogether, and have you just-- You grit your teeth, and [[throw off your bedsheets]]. You've had enough of him.

(set:$eitorep=$eitorep-10) "We're not that close. [[Stop trying to act like a creep.]]" [[...My apologies, Takumi-kun.|unnatural strain]]

God, you hate him. You really, really hate him. More than you've ever hated anyone, really.

(set:$hours = 0) (set:$madebed = false)  (set:$bloodbath = false) (set:$bathtub = false) (set:$mirrorlook = 0) (set:$brokenmirror = false) (set:$deaths = 0) [[It's time you get rid of Eito Aotsuki once and for all.]]

(display:"Bedroom")

(live: 1s)[ (set: $seconds to $seconds + 1) ] |loadheader>[ (if:$cutscene is true)[ ] (else:)[ (rerun:?inventory)<header>Death count: (print: $deaths + 496)</header> <footer> (display:"inventory") </footer>] ]

You bring your Infuser to your wrist, and make an incision. ...There has to be something wrong with you. There really has to be. What kind of person--!? "Shut up, Eito." It's so satisfying to be able to talk down to him like this. It's so satisfying to |bathload>[(if:$bathloaded is not true)[(after:1s)[(transition:"dissolve")[(link:"slice")[(go-to:"slice your wrists open")]]] (after:2s)[(transition:"dissolve")[(link:"your")[(go-to:"slice your wrists open")]]] (after:3s)[(transition:"dissolve")[(link:"wrists")[(go-to:"slice your wrists open")]]] (after:4s)[(set:$bathloaded = true)(rerun:?bathload)(transition:"dissolve")[(link:"open")[(go-to:"slice your wrists open")]]]](else:)[ [[slice your wrists open]]] ] and stain the water pink. You're crazy. [[You're crazy, Takumi-kun.]] You're absolutely demented. [[You laugh.]] It's funny, really.

(if:false is in $deathtypes)[(display:"offcutscene") You are standing in your room. Your [[bed]] is (if:is $madebed)[made neatly](else:)[covered in a mess of your pillows(if:$inventory's 1st is false)[ and blankets]]. You have a [[ceiling fan]](if:$sheetstied)[ with a (if:$deathtypes's 3rd is true)[ [[noose]] ](else:)[ [[noose|HangingSui]] ] hanging from it] and a [[mirror]]. You also have [[a chest of drawers]](if:$sheetstied)[ and [[a desk]].](else:)[, [[a desk]], and [[a desk chair.]]] The door to your [[bathroom|Bathroom]] is open.] (else:)[(go-to:"endsequence")]

You wake up in the Revive-o-Matic, feeling (if:$deaths is 1)[awful](else-if:$deaths is 2)[a little better than you did before](else-if:$deaths is 3)[great](else:)[better than ever]. You walk back to [[your room|dreamloop]], open the door, and head inside.

(set:$inventory's 1st = true)(rerun:?inventory) You take your blankets. This might be useful later. (display:"bed")

(set:$inventory's 1st = false)(rerun:?inventory) You put your sheets back (if:is $madebed)[neatly, so they match your pillow](else:)[haphazardly]. (display:"bed")

(set:$madebed=true)(set:$eitorep = $eitorep+5) (if:$inventory's 1st)[You put your pillows at the headboard and fluff them one by one, imagining they're Eito's neck as you wring them out.](else:)[You spend a little while tucking in your sheets and fluffing your pillows. It's a little therapeutic.] (display:"bed")

(set:$madebed = false)(set:$eitorep=$eitorep -3) You spend a while flopping around on your bed. (display:"bed")

(set:$bathloaded = true)One cut, (after:0.5s)[(transition:"dissolve")[two cuts,]] (after:1s)[(transition:"dissolve")[three cuts,]] (after:1.5s)[(transition:"dissolve")[four.]] (after:2s)[(transition:"dissolve")[Do you like suffering, Takumi-kun? Is that what this is about? Or do you just enjoy the feeling of dying?]] (after:3s)[(transition:"dissolve")[Five cuts,]] (after:3.5s)[(transition:"dissolve")[six cuts,]] (after:4s)[(transition:"dissolve")[seven cuts,]] (after:4.5s)[(transition:"dissolve")[more.]] (after:5s)[(transition:"dissolve")["You're the one making me do this. It wouldn't be happening if you [[just died already|BloodbathSui]]."]]

(set:$bathloaded = true)"Crazy?" It's almost funny. No, it //is// funny; you burst out in bright, airy laughter. "I'm not the crazy one here, Eito!" You make a few more incisions with violent fervor. [[It feels so good to die like this.|BloodbathSui]]

(display:"oncutscene") (set:$deaths = $deaths +1) (go-to:"revive")

(set:$bathtub = true) (display:"bathtub")

(set:$bathtub = false) (display:"bathtub")

(set:$cutcounter = 0) (if:$bathtub is not true)[You sit in the empty tub.] (if:$deathtypes's 1st is true)[It's a little weird being in here again after you drowned yourself.] (if:$haveknife is false and $havemirror is false)[...Is this meant to accomplish something, Takumi-kun? Have you finally grown wise to your own foul odour?//Shut up.//(if:$bathtub is not true)[You know, you can't bathe without water. Are you really this stupid? I'm impressed, honestly.Annoyed by Eito's incessant comments, you climb out of the bathtub.](else:)[Are you not going to bathe? Are you just wetting your feet? This is stupid. Get out.]] (if:$bathtub is true)[ (if:$deathtypes's 2nd is true)[(set:$bloodied = true) Bloody water sloshes around you as you get in. It's stagnant and cold and smells like death.] (else:)[ (if:$haveknife is true and $havemirror is true)[You have your [[Infuser|infuser]] and [[a shard of glass]].] (else-if:$haveknife is true and $havemirror is false)[You have your Infuser.What are you doing?[[Roll up your sleeve.|BloodbathSui]]] (else-if:$haveknife is false and $havemirror is true)[You have a shard of glass....No. No, Takumi-kun. You're not really going to do this, are you?[[Roll up your sleeve.|BloodbathSuiSpecial]]]]] (if:$bathtub is not true)[ [[Run the bath.]] ] (if:$bathtub is true and $deathtypes's 1st is not true)[[[Put your head under.|DrowningSui]]] [[Go back.|Bathroom]]

(if: $mirrorlook is 0)[...You don't want to do that. You know what you'll see.(set:$mirrorlook=$mirrorlook+1)] (else-if:$mirrorlook is 1)[It'll be him. You don't want to see him. You want to see yourself, but it's always just him.(set:$mirrorlook=$mirrorlook+1)] (else-if:$mirrorlook is 2)[But if there was some way to get rid of that awful, wretched face for good...(set:$mirrorlook=$mirrorlook+1)] (else-if:$mirrorlook is 3)[(display:"oncutscene")...You wouldn't do that. Right, Takumi-kun? You're not that sort of guy. Come on, [[that sort of thing]] is completely unreasonable.(set:$mirrorlook=$mirrorlook+1)] (if: $mirrorlook < 4)[(display:"mirror")]

(set:$brokenmirror = true) You punch him in the face as hard as you possibly can. It caves in with a sound like [[the shattering of glass]], harsh and painful on the ears. Distantly, you notice your hand hurts.

(display:"offcutscene")(set:$bloodied = true)(set:$eitorep = $eitorep-20) ...Ah.(display:"mirror")

[[His]] reflection is broken and warped. [[Take a shard of glass.]]

(set:$seconds = 0) (set: $cutscene = true) (set:$deaths = 0) (set:$deathtypes = (a:false,false,false,false))  (set:$inventory = (a:false,false,false,false)) (rerun:?inventory) (set:$bathloaded = false) (set:$sheetstied = false) (set:$bloodied = false) (set:$notewritten = false) (set:$notetext = "") (set:$eitorep = 0)

(set:$inventory's 2nd to true) (set:$eitorep = $eitorep+30) (rerun:?inventory) (set:$mirrorlook=0) (display:"mirror")

... //Go on. Say something, since you love to so much.// ...You're a violent little creature, aren't you, Takumi?

(display:"oncutscene") You bring the jagged piece of glass to your wrist, and make an incision. What did you even get out of smashing that mirror, anyway? Just another tool to commit suicide with? You're such a freak, Takumi-kun. It's fascinatingly awful. You roll your eyes. "Oh, be quiet." No, it really is fascinating. You could have killed yourself with any old tool, but you choose a shard of glass in specific? If we really want to get into the particulars, you chose a shard of glass which you retrieved by punching a vision of me in the face. Isn't that interesting? You cut deeper into yourself than you mean to. "It's not." ...Am I getting on your nerves? Aha... Funny how that works, isn't it? "Shut up." You know, the way you hate me reminds me of myself, sometimes. The way we hate is so disgustingly similar that it makes me-- "I said |stfu>[(if:$cutcount < 1)[(link: "shut up")[shut up(rerun:?stfu)(set:$cutcount = $cutcount + 1)(rerun:?THESLICER)]](else:)[[shut up|shut up!]]]!" |THESLICER>[ (if:$cutcount >0)[You slice into your wrist. Not deep enough.] (if:$cutcount > 1)[Deeper. Not good enough either.]]

|inventory>[(set: $havebedsheets = $inventory's 1st) (set: $havemirror = $inventory's 2nd) (set: $haveknife = $inventory's 3rd) (set: $havepills = $inventory's 4th)(rerun:?bedsheets)(rerun:?mirrorshard)(rerun:?infuser)(rerun:?pills)(rerun:?empty)] <center>Inventory</center><hr> You have: <ul> |bedsheets>[(if: $inventory's 1st is true)[<li>your blankets</li>]] |mirrorshard>[(if: $inventory's 2nd is true)[<li>a piece of your broken mirror</li>]] |infuser>[(if: $inventory's 3rd is true)[<li>your Infuser</li>]] |pills>[(if: $inventory's 4th is true and $deathtypes's 4th is not true)[<li>a handful of pills</li>]] |empty>[(if:true is not in $inventory)[<li>nothing on you right now</li>]] </ul>

(set:$bathtub = true) (display:"Get in.")

You take your Infuser.What are you doing?[[Roll up your sleeve.|BloodbathSui]]

You take hold of the shard of glass....No. No, Takumi-kun. You're not really going to do this, are you?[[Roll up your sleeve.|BloodbathSuiSpecial]]

You crash on your bed and [[fall asleep]], exhausted.

When you 'wake', it's to find Eito scowling down at you. "Are you kidding me?" he asks. "What?" (if:$deathtypes's 1st)[ Eito gestures with his hand. "Drowning is so boring, Takumi-kun. And that's what you go for first? You're pathetic, really." You scoff. "Are you seriously judging me for how I choose to kill myself? Are you crazy?" Eito laughs. "What else am I meant to do in this cesspool of a brain? ] (else-if:$deathtypes's 2nd)[ "I suppose I ought to give credit where it's due. I wasn't expecting you to go for such an abstract method of suicide first. Wouldn't drowning yourself be simpler? Do you just have a thing for gore, Takumi-kun?" You frown. "What's that supposed to mean?" Eito smiles, steepling his fingers. "It's just interesting. That's all. A nice peek into your awful little psyche." ] (else-if:$deathtypes's 3rd)[ Eito laughs. "I mean, choosing to hang yourself? Are you trying to make me sentimental, Takumi-kun?" You laugh awkwardly back. "Well, there are only so many ways to die, you know." "I'm well aware. Did you think I haven't noticed you struggling for ideas? ] (else-if:$deathtypes's 4th)[ Eito raises an eyebrow. "I mean, overdose. Really? You're choosing that over anything else at this point? It's not even that painful." You glance away. "Maybe it's not just pain I'm after." Eito narrows his eyes. "You're so... strange." ] (else:)[He sneers. "Forget it. Just forget it."] You roll your eyes. "Whatever. Can I wake up now? I need to get back to--" "Is this fun for you?" [[You blink.]]

(if:$deaths is 1)[(go-to:"dreamone")] (else-if:$deaths is 2)[(go-to:"dreamtwo")] (else-if:$deaths is 3)[(go-to:"dreamthree")] (else-if:$deaths is 4)[(go-to:"dreamfour")] (else:)[(go-to:"boredyet")]

Eito narrows his eyes. "Do you really think I'll give up that easily?" You squint at him. He's leaning back on his couch in a slightly defensive position, if you had to put words to it. He glances away for a moment, brow furrowing. "What? What do you want?" "...You're getting nervous, aren't you?" His eyes widen in surprise, but he doesn't say anything. You grin. "You know you're close to giving up. Right? You can tell, right? It's been tense in here lately, hasn't it?" Eito scowls. "'Giving up'?" he asks. "You think I'm the one of us who's going to end up 'giving up'? Pathetic. You're so immature." You laugh, high and hysteric. "You're so annoying now that you're stuck in here with me! I used to be scared of you, but you're just- you're just pathetic, aren't you? Deep down, you're just a loser!" Eito gets to his feet abruptly. "You don't mean that," he spits. "You know better than anyone else on this planet that you are the lowest of the low. You're the epitome of humanity. You're the most human creature that there ever was." You smile. "Well, if you hate humans so much, I'll gladly be one." He curls his lip. "You have nothing to say to that, huh?" (display:"wake up")

(if:$deaths is 1 or $deaths is 4)[He](else:)[Eito] snaps his fingers, and you [[wake up|Climb into bed.]].

Eito is staring you directly in the eyes when you wake up. "What do you want? "Just to talk," Eito says. "Did you know? It's nice to take breaks sometimes." He rolls his eyes. "You know. Take a walk? Go outside? Things that normal people do, Takumi-kun? Not that you're normal, of course." "Are we just not going to address last time?" you ask. "For someone who says he's 'above it all', you're really pathetic. It's kind of gross. Have I mentioned you're pathetic yet? Because you are." Eito rolls his eyes. "Am I not allowed to mess with you anymore? You're so cruel." "What are you talking about?" you reply, baffled. "I don't //allow// you to do anything. If I had any control over you you'd be dead." Eito's expression flattens out. "Yes, I'm aware. You've made that quite clear by now," he says. (if:$eitorep > 24)[It... sounds like he's sad about that, almost.](else-if:$eitorep > 9)[He sighs. "It's a shame, I guess. We could have been friends in another life."](else:)[His eyes glint coldly at you, like twin pools of malice.] You sneer. "So let's get back to doing what needs doing, okay? I'll kill you. Once and for all, I'll kill you." (if: $eitorep > 29)[He frowns, but](else-if:$eitorep > 19)[He tucks a strand of hair behind his ear, sighs, and](else-if:$eitorep > 9)[He](else:)[He rolls his eyes, and] nods. (if:$deathtypes's 1st is false)["You should take a bath, by the way. You reek of blood."](else-if:$deathtypes's 2nd is false)["Have you looked in a mirror recently? You look terrible. Maybe a change of clothes would do you good."](else-if:$deathtypes's 3rd is false)["Just so you know, your blankets are scratchy. They're awful. You should replace them, or at least do your laundry every once in a while. They'd be better off recycled into rope."](else-if:$deathtypes's 4th is false)["At the rate you're going, you should write a suicide note. What if one of your friends interrupts us, Takumi-kun?"] (display:"wake up")

When you wake up this time, Eito isn't looking at you. [["...Eito?"]] You can see the white fabric of his jacket reflecting the light in a way you haven't seen in a while, not since he died.

Eito looks derisively down at you. "Aren't you bored?" (display:"wake up")

Your ceiling fan is turned off.(if:$sheetstied is not true)[](else:)[Your bedsheets dangle from its housing, fashioned into a (if:$deathtypes's 3rd is not true)[ [[noose|HangingSui]]](else:)[noose].] (if:$sheetstied is not true)[[[Inspect it.]]] (if:$inventory's 1st is true)[[[Tie noose.]]] [[Go back.|Bedroom]]

(display:"oncutscene")(set:_toggle=false) You drag your desk chair over to the fan, breaths heavy with excitement. You... You're really such a strange person. Never in a million years... You climb onto it and take hold of loop of the noose. ...would I have thought I'd see someone so disgustingly excited to attempt suicide. You bring your head through, and then... ...Well? Are you waiting for something? You smile. "I hate you," you say, and (link:"kick")[kick(set:_toggle=true)(rerun:?hanging)] out the chair from beneath you. |hanging>[(if:_toggle is true)[ Your head is immediately caught by the loop, suspending you mid-air by the neck. Your legs dangle and you hear something in your neck crack and pop, something fluid-like gushing through your ears. I think you sprained your neck. He sounds harried. You try to laugh, but you can't control your breathing. Your vision is going black, and you can't help but claw at your neck. You're crazy, Takumi-kun. You're really, truly crazy. You're insane. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you! Your vision [[goes dark|death]] as your lips curl into a grin. (set:$deathtypes's 3rd = true)]]

(display:"oncutscene") Air puffs up in your cheeks as you hold it in. You don't want to, but Eito has a vise grip on your breathing. We're not dying. Your hand shoots out of the bathtub and grabs onto the side. Not if I have anything to say about it. If Eito is holding your body up, you figure he's probably not focusing on your breathing. You brace yourself for resistance and force all the air out of your mouth in one go. No, you-- Agh! Takumi, you vile little--! He tries to inhale, but you just take in water. You know your face is being pulled violently into an expression of terror, but in your mind, you've never been happier. Suffocating hurts. Oh, it hurts. It hurts so, so badly, and you can feel every ounce of Eito's pain throughout all of it. (set:$deathtypes's 1st = true) It hurts, and burns, and you feel like your head is going to explode. Everything seems to collapse under its own weight, like your head is an aluminum can bursting under increasing pressure. [[It's too much to handle.|death]]

"What sort of thing do you mean?" ... "I asked you a question." Your face in the mirror has pale skin and fair hair. Your eyes, like two pale moons, stare you in the face with a stony complexion. It's not something you can recognise as your face, even if it did have your features; it's not a very Takumi-like face at all. It's his face. It'll be his face until you [[get rid of him|Break him.]].

What? What's so funny? [[Blood flows freely from your wrists.]] Oh, have you finally gone insane? Nobody is surprised, you wretched little-- you vile, nasty little freak! [[Eito goes on and on about how awful you are,]] but you're not really listening.

(set:$eitorep=$eitorep+5)You're the worst, you know. Just the most despicable, rotten human being to ever exist. I don't think I've hated anyone as much as I hate you, and I don't think anyone will beat you in that regard any time soon, either. Let's allow that to sink in for a moment, shall we? I know we don't really pretend we understand one another, but say we did. You know, as much as I loathe you, Takumi, we're rather similar. Something innate about us is quite alike, I suppose. Isn't that funny? In all my years, I've never met someone with such a capacity for hatred. It almost reminds me of myself. Of course, you're vastly inferior to me. Don't get it twisted, you filthy wretch. Aha... Did I get you, Takumi-kun? Hehe... Despite your best efforts to lure me into 'liking' someone as deplorable as you, I think you'll find it's a moot point. I guess your best wasn't good enough, was it? There's always next time, you know. You'd know that better than anyone, wouldn't you? ...I would have had everything I wanted, were it not for you. You make me sick. Remember that, Takumi-kun. Remember this is your fault.[[I will never, ever, ever forgive you.|Blood flows freely from your wrists.]]

You ran a warm bath, but all of a sudden you find yourself feeling horribly, awfully cold. It starts as a subtle sensation in your midsection before burrowing all the way to the front of your mind. You feel nauseous, and your vision starts to black out in little not-black specks. "Eito," you gasp hysterically, as the life fades from your body, "Isn't it funny that we call it 'blacking out' even though it's not really black at all?" Eito doesn't sound amused at all when he replies, mental voice warped and wavering as though inebriated.'Funny'? That's a strange... A strange thing to be amused by, Takumi-kun. "Guess." ...Guess what? "G- Guess what colour it is. Guess. Guess!" Your vision is almost fully gone now. (if:$inventory's 2nd is true)[His voice is strangely gentle, as though speaking to a child. It makes you feel warm despite the knowledge your life will end soon....Fine. What colour is it, Takumi?You grin. It stretches your lips painfully wide, splitting the skin."Blue," you manage to get out, before you take one more breath...] (else:)[...I'm not doing that, Takumi-kun.You cackle maniacally. "You're the worst," you manage to get out, words sticking like blood in your mouth. "I hate you, I- I hate- I-"Your voice stops working and your breath fails you. You take a frantic, heaving breath, freezing and cold...] ...and then, [[you die.|death]] (set:$deathtypes's 2nd = true)

...You cut deeper than you mean to. (display:"Blood flows freely from your wrists.")

It's a decently sturdy ceiling fan. You could probably hang yourself from here if you had a rope.

(set:$sheetstied = true) (set:$inventory's 1st = false) You twist your blankets and tie them at the ends. Your hands tremble as Eito tries to resist you, but he's not in control. You are. You finish tying up the makeshift noose, and take a look at your handiwork proudly. ...You're a nasty one, Takumi-kun. Remind me not to get on your bad side. "You're already on my bad side." In the next life, I mean. [[Go back.|ceiling fan]]

Your drawer has three cabinets; the [[upper]], [[middle]], and [[lower]] ones. [[Go back.|Bedroom]]

This is where you keep your undergarments. Oh, finally. A change of underclothes. You're long overdue. Did you know you're supposed to change them every day, not every week? ...You shut the drawer. ...Ah. Of course. Pissing off Eito is always worth your while. (set:$eitorep = $eitorep - 5) (display:"a chest of drawers")

This is where you keep your [[shirts]] and [[hoodies]]. (display:"a chest of drawers")

Your pants are in here. They're kind of messy, but you don't want to deal with folding them. (display:"a chest of drawers")

(display:"oncutscene") You wake up in a cold sweat, clutching at your heart. You're crying. Tears flow freely from your eyes. You spend a while pacing your room. Righting your overturned desk chair. Untying the noose from your ceiling fan. Cleaning your bloody bathroom. (if:$brokenmirror is true)[Cleaning up the shards of glass from your broken mirror.] Doing your laundry. The works. All the while, you're left to think. You don't think there are any more ways you can kill Eito in just your room. You're running out of options. [[Something he said to you before rings in your mind.]]

"Did you know? It's nice to (link:"take breaks")[take breaks (no, not that)] sometimes.." He rolls his eyes. "You know. (link:"Take a walk?")[Take a walk? (getting closer!)] (link:"Go outside?")[(link:"Go outside?")[(link:"Go outside?")[(link:"Go outside?")[(link:"Go outside?")[ [[Go outside.|Go outside?]] (...the roof...)]] (unless...)]] (no, that can't be it...)] Things that normal people do, Takumi-kun? Not that you're normal, of course."

You shoot up in bed triumphantly. ...Takumi-kun? "I've got it," you hiss. [["You're done for."]] Takumi-kun, what are you doing? Come on, can't you [[give it a rest?]]

(set:_toggle = 1) (set:_jumpstring = "jump?") You head out to the roof. There's a strong breeze today. You can feel the air on your exposed wrists and the nape of your neck. (if:$eitorep >= 20)[...It's a nice day out today, isn't it?You frown softly. It rests gently on your features, like a soft blanket. "Yeah, I guess you're right."] (else:)[It's a nice--Oh, shove it, Eito....Okay.] It's a long way down. You can see it from here. You|toggle>[(if:_toggle is 1)[(set:_jumpstring = "...")](else:)[(set:_jumpstring = " jump?")] (if:_toggle is not 3)[(link:_jumpstring)[(set:_toggle=_toggle + 1)(rerun:?toggle)]](else:)[ [[jump.|jump]]]]

(set:$cutscene = false)(rerun:?loadheader)

(set:$cutscene = true)(rerun:?loadheader)

That same wind flies past your face as you hurtle towards the ground. Everything seems so distant from up here. Everything seems so fickle and meaningless. It feels like... if you're not careful, everything will just... slip away from you, and you'll lose it forever. You hit the floor. Your body takes the brunt of the impact. It hurts, but you can't feel a thing. You think you smile. You don't know. You don't have control of your body anymore. ...You think you're okay with that. And with that, <div class = "eitoc">Takumi dies. (after:8s)[(transition:"dissolve")[[[You blink in disbelief.]]]]</div>

<div class = "eitoc">That can't have happened. You pat his head. He doesn't try to stop you. That-- That's not how this works. That's never been how this works. (if:$eitorep>29)[He can't have abandoned you. That's not what he'd do, because it's not what you would do.](else-if:$eitorep>19)[Takumi-kun told you he was going to dispose of you, so where did he go?](else:)[That hideous brat swore he'd kill you. So where is he?] [["Takumi-kun?"]]</div>

<div class = "eitoc">There's no answer. "Takumi-kun? Come on, this isn't funny." Your body hurts. It's agonisingly painful. You don't think you died, but you think you're in shock. Looking down at yourself, you can see your Class Armor is suffused with blood. Takumi-kun's... no, Takumi's blood. You feel nauseous. You're probably going to die soon, from the looks of it. The way his blood pools around your torso and the way his body feels bruised practically confirm it. Dying five-hundred odd times means you have a good feel for these things. (if:$inventory's 2nd is true)[You feel something sharp poke into your thigh from your pocket. You pull it out.(if:$eitorep > 30)[A human face meets your eyes. You blink."Takumi-kun?" you ask. Your voice comes out wrong and melodically mangled. You bring a hand to your throat, and stare at the item....Oh. It's that shard of mirror Takumi picked up a while ago.You shove it in your pocket as the person's reflection begins to tear up.](if:$eitorep < 10)[It's that shard of mirror Takumi picked up after he punched you in your metaphorical face. You scoff.What an awful, violent person you were, Takumi.Yet, some part of you feels estranged from this moment. It's odd, to think that Takumi could have died. It feels so shocking, unnerving; the idea Takumi could be gone, just like that...]] You can't do anything else. It's done. The only thing you can do is try to die somewhere comfortable. You decide [[his room|his room.]] will have to be good enough.</div>

<div class = "eitoc">Takumi's room is cold. Well, it's [[a little more than just cold|eitoroompov]], but the most important to you right now is the fact that it is. Not even the blanket saves you as you huddle deeper into the sheets. You don't feel guilty. You don't. It's not your fault. Even if it was, what were you supposed to do about it? [[Takumi did it to himself.]]</div>

<div class = "eitoc">This is the place of your (and Takumi's) nightmares. This is where Takumi has hung, mutilated, and otherwise harmed himself just for a chance of escaping you. You hate it in here. And yet it feels strange to leave.</div>

You exhausted all suicide methods in (print:(round:$seconds/60)) minutes! Tip: The things you do matter. This game was made in three days, and likely contains bugs because it is my first attempt at using Twine. (link:"Try again?")[(restart:)] <header>Follow me on <a href="https:/x.com/durandalorlando">Twitter</a>!</header>

You pick one up and sniff it. ...When I take over your body, the first thing I'll do is your laundry. (display:"middle")

You dig around in your hoodies. What are you doing? (if:$inventory's 3rd is false)[ Your hand hits something hard. You take hold of it and pull it out. (set:$inventory's 3rd = true)(rerun:?inventory) Why did you have your Infuser in there? That's dangerous, you know. I suppose you don't care much for safety, though? You swing it around. "Nope!"] (else:)["I'm not doing anything." ...Say, you don't have anything else in there, do you? "Nope. But doing this scared you, didn't it? Ha. Not at all. Your heartrate tells you he's lying.] (display:"middle")

You pick it up and open it. There's [[a bunch of pills]] inside. Well... Usually you're smarter than to do this, but... You're not really going to do what I think you're going to, right?

(if:$deathtypes's 2nd is not true)[Your bathroom is painfully sterile and hotel-like. It has a [[sink]], a [[bathtub]], and nothing else very interesting.If you slit your wrists, the bathtub would make cleaning up after yourself a trivial feat. (if:$inventory's 2nd is not true and $inventory's 3rd is not true)[Unfortunately, you don't have anything to do that with.] (else-if:$inventory's 2nd is true and $inventory's 3rd is true)[You have a few things you could do that with.] (else-if:$inventory's 3rd is true)[You have a knife.] (else-if:$inventory's 2nd is true)[You have a bloodied shard of mirror.]] (else:)[It reeks of blood in here. Eito scrunches up your nose in disgust.Your bathroom has a [[sink]], a [[bathtub]], and nothing else very interesting.] [[Go back.|Bedroom]]

(if:$deathtypes's 2nd is true)[(if:$bathtub is not true)[You've drained the bathtub, but the evidence of your deeds still remains in the stagnant air. It reeks of death.It brings a smile to your lips.] (else:)[The bloody water is still sloshing around in the tub. It's almost mesmerising.]] (else:)[ (if:$bathtub is not true)[The bathtub stands empty.] (if:$bathtub is true)[The bathtub is full of water.]] (if:$deathtypes's 2nd is not true or $deathtypes's 1st is not true)[[[Get in.]]] (if:$bathtub is not true)[[[Fill the tub.]]] (else:)[[[Drain the tub.]]] [[Go back.|Bathroom]]

...It's a sink. [[Wash your hands.]] (if:$inventory's 4th is true and $deathtypes's 4th is not true)[[[Use the tap water to wash down the mysterious pills.]]] [[Go back.|Bathroom]]

(if:$bloodied is false)[(set:$eitorep = $eitorep+1)You wash your hands. This accomplishes none of your goals whatsoever, but you think Eito seems pleased.] (else:)[(set:$eitorep = $eitorep+5)You wash the blood off of your hands.] (set:$bloodied = false) (display:"sink")

(display:"oncutscene") You look at the pills in your hand. Just give it a rest, Takumi. I'm sure there are other ways to resolve our situation-- You [[shove them all in your mouth|ODSui]] and cup your hand under the faucet. ...You humans are all the same.

You take them. (set:$inventory's 4th = true)(rerun:?inventory) Well, it's your funeral. //It's our funeral, actually.// (display:"a desk")

(display:"offcutscene")(set:$madebed = false) (if:$havebedsheets is not true and $sheetstied is not true)[ You lay nestled into your bedsheets. They're warm and soft. ] (else:)[You lay on your bed.] (if:$haveknife or $havemirror)[[[Roll up your sleeve.]]] [[Get up.|bed]]

(set:$bloodied=true) A little bit of self-harm should take the edge off. When did anyone ever say cutting yourself was a bad thing? Committing suicide in your bed is rather gauche, isn't it? "Shut up," you tell him, making a few long cuts into your arm. "It's your fault I'm doing this. Be quiet. I'm not killing myself in bed, anyway. Getting revived is exhausting enough. I don't want to sleep in a pool of my own blood, too." You really do fascinate me, Takumi-kun. [[Go back.|bed]]

As you swallow, the mass of pills seems to ball up in your throat. You're practically choking on the damn things just to get them down. You massage your throat with wet hands as the dull drone of [[Eito's complaints]] reach your (mental) ears in the background. You stumble out of your bathroom and into your bedroom, brushing your hands off on your pants leg. You don't know how long it'll take you to die, but it'll happen at some point, right? Your mouth tastes bitter and awful. Something you ingested *must* have been fast-acting, because as you lay in bed on your side and begin to fall asleep, you feel a pang of pain in your body. Did you know death by overdose tends to take a rather long time? Fuck off. Your body breaks out in a cold sweat. You can't breathe. Your lungs just won't move the air, you think. It's getting harder to think, speaking of it. Like your mind is trapped in quicksand and your body is following behind it. For a moment, you think that you don't want to die. [[But it's only for a moment.|death]] (set:$deathtypes's 4th = true)

(if:$notewritten is false)[The desk is empty, save for](else:)[Your desk has [[a suicide note]] and] (if:$havepills is false)[a [[box of... something]]](else:)[an empty pillbox] sitting on it. (if:$notewritten is false)[[[Write note.]]] [[Go back.|Bedroom]]

You go to sit in your chair, but notice there's a [[note stuck to the seat]]. [[Go back.|Bedroom]]

Ah... Good times. [[Go back.|Bedroom]]

|suinote>[(input-box: bind $notetext)] (link:"Finish note.")[ You sign your suicide note with a flourish. (set:$notewritten = true) (replace:?suinote)[] (if:"eito" is in (lowercase:$notetext))[(if:"fuck" is in (lowercase:$notetext) or "kill myself" is in (lowercase:$notetext))[(set:$eitorep = $eitorep-10)][(set:$eitorep = $eitorep+10)]](if:"nozomi" is in (lowercase:$notetext) or "kirifuji" is in (lowercase:$notetext))[(set:$eitorep -10)] (go-to:"a suicide note") ] [[Go back.|a desk]]

<div class = "suinote"> (print:$notetext) - Takumi Sumino</div> (if:"eito" is in (lowercase:$notetext))[I suppose I'm glad to know you think about me, at least.] (else:)[...Yep. You wrote that.] [[Go back.|a desk]]

"Fun?" you echo. "Are you crazy?" "It's a serious question." You scoff. "Of course it's not fun. I hate this. I hate every moment of this. I just want to get it over with." Eito frowns and leans back in his seat on your couch. You haven't had a couch for a while, but it's still in Eito's strange dream-scape. Funny how these things work, huh? "You're not lying?" he asks. "...Why would I lie about that?" "No reason," Eito says. (if:$inventory's 1st is true)["By the way, would it kill you to sleep with a blanket on? I'm cold."] (display:"wake up")

It's in your handwriting. The note reads 'inf. in MD'. Throw that thing away. It's meaningless. [[Go back.|Bedroom]]

(if:$eitorep > 34)[(display:"maxrep")] (else-if:$eitorep > 9)[(display:"neutralrep")] (else:)[(display:"unadulteratedloathing")]

(set:_toggle = false) (set:_toggle2 = false) You hear a soft murmuring sound, like the trickling of water. You (link:"pull")[pull(set:_toggle = true)(rerun:?toggle)] Eito's face towards you, scowling. "You can't just start *ignoring* me." |toggle>[(if:_toggle)[The moment you see his face, you realise what the sound is. Eito is crying. Tears stain his glasses. The moment he realises you've touched him, he bashes your hands away and makes a strangled noise. "Stop! What are you doing!?" You feel (link:"sick")[sick(set:_toggle2 = true)(rerun:?toggle2)]. A little nauseous.]] |toggle2>[(if:_toggle2)[ "Don't look at me like that," Eito spits. "I don't understand you. We're so similar. Y- You've done so many things that I'd do. Sometimes I feel like I'm looking in a mirror, but I... So-- So how come you're like *that* and I'm like *this?* Why don't I get to be right, Takumi!?" You recoil. He looks strangely, genuinely stricken. It makes you feel awful. You're reminded that Eito is a person. Well. Was a person. After a while, he sniffles, and looks up. "Just go," he says. "Just... go. I'm sure you'll pester me about this later, anyway, won't you?" He wipes a tear from his eye, and [[snaps his fingers|Bedroom]].]]

You hear a soft murmuring sound, like the trickling of water. You frown. "You can't just start *ignoring* me," you tell Eito's turned back. He doesn't move towards you, instead curling up on himself more. ...You don't know what to say, so you don't say anything. Eventually, he [[snaps his fingers.|Bedroom]]

(set:_toggle = false) (set:_toggle2 = false) (set:_toggle3=false) |toggle3>[(if:_toggle3 is false)[You hear a soft murmuring sound, like the trickling of water. You (link:"pull")[pull(set:_toggle = true)(rerun:?toggle)] Eito's face towards you, scowling. "You can't just start *ignoring* me." |toggle>[(if:_toggle)[The moment you see his face, you realise what the sound is. Eito is crying. Tears stain his glasses. The moment he realises you've touched him, he (link:"lunges for you")[lunges for you(set:_toggle2 = true)(rerun:?toggle2)].]] |toggle2>[(if:_toggle2)[ "What is *wrong* with you!?" he screams. "I hate you! I hate you so much I can't *stand it,* Takumi!" You snarl back. "The feeling's mutual, you piece of shit!" His hands are on your arms. Your hands are on his face, (link:"clawing at it")[(set:_toggle3 = true)(rerun:?toggle3)].]] ] "Why do I have to suffer!?" you shriek. "Why do *I* have to live with *you* in my *fucking head!?"* "I should be asking that!" Eito hisses. "You're the lunatic here! You're crazy-- just look at you! No sane person does this kind of thing, Takumi! Why am I stuck in this defective brain of yours!? For what crime!?" "I'll kill you!" you yell. "I'll kill you! I'll kill you, I'll kill you, I'll kill you, I'll--" Eito sneers in your face and [[snaps his fingers|Bedroom]].]

You laugh. "You're stupid if you think I'm going to let you go now!"

(set:$eitorep=$eitorep+5)What kind of person does something like this, Takumi-kun? Have you really lost your mind? Don't answer that. I know you have. We both know you have, in fact. It astounds me that you've survived this long. I mean, really? You're just going to take a random bunch of pills for the sole purpose of 'killing' me? You know how crazy you sound, right? I'm already dead! It's patently absurd. You're really losing your mind. You have to be. What if there are side effects? I suppose you never cared for being forward-thinking, though. Whatever. [[I'm sick of warning you all of the time.|ODSui]]