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THE MASTERMIND AU MEME

THE MASTERMIND AU
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With Round 3 now over, it's about time we had the mastermind meme!

To those who aren't familiar, this is essentially an AU where your character is the one responsible for Round 3's Mutual Killing Game, and all of the carnage that came with it, from the kidnapping to the motives to the trials to the executions! And now, they have chosen to reveal themselves before the remaining members of their class at the final trial!

As such, you are free to play around with this as much as you would like; did your character make a contract with Kyuubey, or did your character put everyone in the Killing Game for a different reason? What is your character's motivation for bringing despair? What do they intend to get out of this seemingly senseless killing? And what does the rest of the class have to do to stop the madness and go home?

There's probably going to be quite a bit of AUing from your character's original canon happening here to make them into the best harbingers of despair they can be, so feel free to go as nuts with it as you want to! And, of course, feel free to tag others with your character's reaction to their classmate's big reveal; it doesn't matter whether or not your character made it to endgame, have fun and mix up the survivor pool as much as you'd like!

Oh, and feel free to describe your character's sweet new Monobear-themed duds, too!!

Original meme text borrowed and modified from loveisanopendoor!

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[Yeah, that was just pure luck on his part. He's not sure what he would've done if one of the kids went and killed someone; there were zero plans. It's not entirely about age either, but...well, he'd done up Duster's before he ever really got to know the kid.]

Dunno if you've noticed, but my plans don't turn out too well. [He sighs, propping his chin on one hand and reaching with the other as if to calm the shadows at his side.] I was hopin', though. You all seemed like decent folks.

[Well, most of them.]

No, they...can work. You taught us what almost all of us were missing from our lives. You fought long enough to us to learn that.

[Long enough so that some could survive to the end, but not enough for Harvey to defeat his darkness.]

You sure you have to be executed? Or is that what the Shade wants?

[Harvey smiles grimly.]

I ain't really sure how to tell the difference. To tell ya the truth, I kinda just wanna press this button and kill you all right here.

[But that'd be against the rules. That's one thing for the game - it restricts him too, forces him to give them at least a slight chance.]

[He frowns and Harvey, mulling over that possibility. After giving it some thought, he shakes his head.]

I don't believe that.

[The Harvey he knew, the real Harvey, wouldn't think that.]

I'm going to miss you. [He watches his hand hover the "Hope" button, then smiles and looks up.] We're all going to miss you.

[With a short motion, Duster condemns his father to death.]

Believe what you want, kid.

[Harvey's voice is even, but he's gripping the armrests tightly; the shadows now swarming around him are nearly opaque. Only the closest students will be able to tell that he's shaking.

As darkness coils around his shoulders and throat, he stands and takes a measured step forward. His eyes rake over the survivors before settling on Duster.]

Listen - I know I got no right to ask a favor. But that locker in the bedroom. The code's 4673. [H-O-P-E] Take 'em with ya when you go.

CONGRATULATIONS!
HARVEY FINEVOICE HAS BEEN FOUND GUILTY!

[A thick chain lashes down from right above Harvey, clamping around his body and binding his arms to his sides. A second later, two heavy metal blocks close around his feet, trapping him in place.

Two Monobears run in from either side of the stage. One is wearing sunglasses and a backwards orange ball cap; the other is in a brown hat and coat. Both are carrying baseball bats. Harvey thrashes as they approach, but his feet are bound too securely to move and the dark shadows lashing out at them have no effect. The bears lean in, mockingly whisper together for a moment, then nod and smash their bats into Harvey's kneecaps with an audible CRUNCH. He screams and sags, and only a sudden blackness wrapped around his torso keeps him from falling.

The Monobears watch this, shaking their heads disapprovingly. The brown-coated bear pulls out a large, cartoonish remote control, holding it up for the students to see before it presses the button. Harvey's cries are abruptly muffled as a translucent forcefield shimmers to life around him. Another press of the button, and it begins to fill with water.

Harvey tries to keep his head up as the water rises, but he's weighted down by the feet, and every movement sends a new cloud of magenta swirling out from his ruined legs. The shadows that were clinging so close to him fly outward now, pressing against the forcefield. They aren't dark enough to obscure the burst of bubbles as Harvey starts to choke.

Both of their struggles are beginning to slow by the time a third Monobear trots out onto stage. This one is cub-sized, dressed in a little hospital gown, and it has to stretch up on its tiptoes to tap against the forcefield for Harvey's attention. He opens glassy eyes at the sound, and it presses a little paw up against the barrier between them. His lips move slightly, like he's trying to speak, but all that comes out is a few tiny bubbles of air.

MonoCharlie claps a paw to his mouth in laughter, pulls out a flintlock pistol, and fires it at Harvey with a bang and a blinding flash of white light.

When the light fades, there's nothing left. The forcefield bursts, sending bloody water gushing out across the floor as Harvey's body - a perfect hole seared through his chest - hits the ground with a wet thump.

The shadows do not move. But across the room, a transport pad similar to the one that brought them here lights up.

It's time to go home.]

[Not yet.

Duster splits from the group that's eager to leave and walks towards the stage. The past several weeks took away his apprehension around gore, and he has to pay his last respects, even if Harvey had been corrupted by a shadow. He was still human underneath that.

After he stands there, he turns back to the rooms they investigated earlier. There's one last thing Harvey wanted him to do.]

[The password to the locker is exactly what Harvey said it was. Once input, the door swings open.

Shockingly, the gun locker is full of guns!

They aren't like the tommygun Harvey had before, though. They're old-fashioned flintlock pistols in various styles, piled neatly together inside. Despite the apparent care in their storage, there's a thin layer of dust over them.

Strangely, there doesn't seem to be any ammunition at all.]

[Huh...was this his treasured collection or something? Duster picks one of the larger pistols and whips off the dust with a sleeve. It's probably for their protection, but unfortunately, as he was the only one to head down here, he'll have to lug the entire collection to the exit.

Before stuffing the pistol in a pocket, he holds it to his eyes and peers at the design. It's beautiful. Let's see if there's anything inside the barrel...]

[Just a sudden blinding flash of white light!

When it fades, Duster finds himself in a bright white space. It's featureless, but he's not alone; there's a young girl standing in front of him. Despite the circumstances she looks fairly normal: no older than thirteen, in ordinary clothes and with her red hair in a short bob.]

Hello? [She looks up at him, arms held close to her body and face drawn.] Who are you?

[SHIT NO

He drops the pistol and shields his face from whatever's popping out of it. Why did Harvey rig this with traps? Is that what these guns are for? Toss them at SHSL Despair in hopes that they open it?

The light isn't going away, and he opens one eye to peek at his surroundings. White. Not good. He lowers his arms and immediately spots the red-haired girl.]

Hello? [Whoops, he repeated her question back at her. Quick, fix that!] I'm Duster. Where am I?

[She looks him up and down for a second, then smiles.] Hi! I'm Margaret. You haven't really gone anywhere - I'm just talking to you in your head.

I can't do it any other way anymore.

[He turns his head from side to side to check for any obvious signs he was something inside himself.]

Is this what my mind looks like?

[Margaret frowns and looks around as well.]

I don't think so. It always looks like this. Maybe we can make it look like something else, if you want.

But how did you get to me? Where's Harvey?

Yeah...I'd appreciate it if it wasn't so bright and empty.

[At least it wasn't a symbolic insult to Duster's intelligence.]

I'm not sure exactly. I opened a gun I found in Harvey's closest and the next thing I knew, I was here.

...Harvey is...[He looks at his hands.] He's gone.

How about this?

[She doesn't really do anything, but now they're in a nice sunny field.]

Right! That was me - my soul is in the gun. I'm sorry if that was startling, I just wanted to talk to you. None of us have seen anybody since... [She trails off for a second, then asks.] Was he trying to kill you too?

[Give him a moment while he takes in the sight of green grass. It's been a long two months cooped up in the hotel.]

Hm?

[To lie or not to lie? If this girl was close to Harvey, she might not like the idea of him being a mass murderer. But in a sense, it was Harvey attempting to kill them all.]

Kind of. He was possessed by a Shade, but...I don't know how much of that was the real him.

[She looks away, folding her arms tight over her chest.]

I'm not sure either. The last time I saw him -

I'm sorry for what he did to you. He wasn't always like that. Shades are parasites, and it had dug in pretty deep even back then.

[He steps closer and holds a hand out.]

It's not your fault. [Guilt tore at Lucas' heart when his mother died and Claus disappeared, but it wasn't his fault. You can't blame a small child for what happened to an adult. This girl did not have to endure this feeling.] I knew the real Harvey wouldn't have done this. We got to spend a lot of time together before...it came back.

[Twice he lost Harvey, and twice he missed him.]

How do you know him?

He was friends with my partner. Before he killed him.

[Margaret looks down at her clasped hands.]

I think I could have killed the Shade then, if he'd used me. But I can't fire the gun myself. Together we're a lot stronger, but Harvey's just been keeping us all in this box so we've just been sitting here...

He what?!

[His hand jerks back. Harvey killed a friend? He stares at the sky ahead of him as Margaret explains, and several things click together. Where the Shade came. The story about the ghost in the gun.]

...What was your partner's name?

Linkara.

[She grips her sleeves tightly and gives a wan smile at the ground.] His name was Linkara.

[Linkara: a name he shouldn't forget.]

If we're in his world, I'll be sure to visit his grave. [An idea:] Do you think I can take you and...the other ghosts with me?

[Margaret nods faintly.]

Yes. Just take our guns. I don't know where he was buried, but...I'd like to go with you, if you find it.

[She blinks, as if a thought just occurred to her.]

Actually - we should see if any of the other victims' spirits are still around here first. Maybe all of us can help them out.

Don't worry, I'll find it. [A reassuring smile. He doesn't know where he is or where to first look, but he has to hold onto that promise.]

Here? You really think so? Will we need to put their spirits in these guns, too?

....How do we get out of here, anyway?

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EXECUTION: Drown Your Sorrows

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