trusthell | WEEK 7.

WEEK 7
Two more Survivors have left you; Aqua was killed in cold blood and Mettaton... well, your thoughts on Mettaton probably vary depending on how close you were to him, but either way he chose to end Aqua's life and paid the price for it.

There are so few of you now.

Saturday is given to regrouping and sleep; there aren't any bodies to be found on Sunday morning. But that doesn't mean the night was uneventful - it seems something else may have brought you some newfound clarity. Or perhaps not...

Once again, that spiral staircase leads farther than you remember, clear up to a previously inaccessible seventh floor. Go ahead and explore as much as you like; you've done well. You've earned it.

SURVIVORS REMAINING: 12

SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY
[OOC: Welcome to week six of Trustfell! Save your threads for coins and the coming week's activity check; don't forget to check in to this week's activity check and submit your memory regains!

The text and calling posts are still active, for the sake of contacting the jerk who's keeping you here, to be used at your leisure!]

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It was. [ He won't disagree there. ] Don't worry about it, though.

[ ... ]

I don't know if I could do it either—I feel like I'd chicken out on finishing the job because I know I wouldn't get away with it. [ If he absolutely could—he might give it serious thought, might make plans. ...might still not go through with it anyway, knowing he'd be damning some of his best friends.

Getting attached was a mistake, but Cherryblod's right: it's only human to. ] I'm sorry for worrying you too—I'm sure there's a couple more people worried about me too, so if you see them and they mention me, would you reassure them I'm okay? That I'll be okay.

Sure, but only if it's the absolute truth, Black. Don't make me leave this room just to sleep in yours.

[Because you can bet your ass pretty much every day but Thursday she's gonna sleep here. It's got her paintings in it too.]

[ The absolute truth...

Black hums noncommittally; it's hard to say if it's the absolute truth, but... ]

I'll try to be okay? [ ...does that work? ]

... Works for me!

[She'll give his hair a good ruffle before she lets him go, leaning back on the bed.]

Just don't bottle everything up if you've got someone to tell, sweetheart. You know I won't judge you for anything you put out there to me. I've had my own share of questionable opinions in the past.

[ A relieved sigh, looking at the door... and leaning back on the bed with her. ]

You might judge me for a couple of things.

Try me.

[ AHHH there's a wince. ]

I can't ever think of anything when I'm put on the spot. [ ugh... let's see? ] ...I keeping making deals with people I probably shouldn't?

[ ...yeah? ]

[...]

Like what do you mean?

[ ... ]

Not getting into everything I had when I was just a kid... [ He hums. ] I agreed to let an entity of questionable morals reside in me and gave him full control whenever he wanted it on the stipulation he didn't hurt my sister?

[ ??? Yeah.]

[........]

Like... a ghost?

[ uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ]

I don't know, actually. He was more powerful than a ghost, I think, but he wasn't God or anything like that.

[She notes the singular god and raises you an eyebrow.

But okay. Believe in your one god. They won't help you now.]

And you let him have total control of your body so he wouldn't hurt your sister.

Yes.

That's really brave of you. Stupid, but brave. You really love your sister a lot, huh? What'd her name?

[ "Reckless" is probably the word he'd use, looking back on it. ]

Whi— [ He pauses, then shakes his head. ] Mary. White and Black are just nicknames; Mary was her real one. She used to hate it because there's a ton of nursery rhymes with it, but I always thought it suited her. I can't imagine her being anyone else.

[Mary... That's a pretty cute name.

... And really she's not that surprised they're nicknames, as odd of nicknames as they are. They're a little too strange even in foreign taste to be real names. Maybe.]

So what's your real name?

William.

[ ...he sort of thinks it's a name too grand for someone like him, but it's his. ]

That fits you perfectly! You look like such a William, kitten! Do you like it or Black better though?

It doesn't matter to me, but everyone knows me as Black, so it's just easier to keep calling me that, isn't it? [ Pretty much what he told Yosuke.

....yep, just that. ]