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[Zenterfold]

Thirty-Two distinct beings were living about their daily lives as they normally did, though what constituted a "daily life" for each of them varied significantly. Thirty-two existences were about to be completely upended, no matter how distinct each of those existences were. Despite how different they all were, they would all experience one very specific thing in common; someday, sometime, they would find that everything around them went completely dark. Whether they just went to sleep that night, were mysteriously knocked unconscious, or were on the verge of death, they all experienced a similar lack of consciousness that could have lasted forever for all they knew.

A moment later, or seemingly a moment later, they all woke up.

Consciousness returned, bringing with it light and feeling. All those who awoke found themselves in a soft and comfortable single bed with nondescript beige sheets. The room each awoke in was nothing special. One bright overhead light that illuminated paint pale blue walls and a beige carpet floor. Perhaps the most notable thing about each room was not the room itself, but the fact that each room contained two beds and two beings. There was no line dividing the room, the beds were simply at opposite corners. In addition, each side of the room contained one desk and one dresser. Suitably, if the dressers were to be checked, each would contain sets of clothing that they were used to. Of course, if one never did change their clothes or did not have a lot of clothing where they came from, the dressers reflected this as well. Certain individuals would also find items in their dressers, though most would have just their clothing.

Each room contained two doors. Between the beds was a wooden door into a bathroom. Each bathroom was the same, containing a sink, toilet, and shower. The bathrooms also had a window to the outside, showing a view of a heavy forest and oak and spruce trees in summer. As for the second door in the bedroom, it was opposite the bathroom and currently locked. No force was going to make it budge.

Outside of each pair's room, not a sound could be heard. For now, they were all completely isolated.

The pair in each room was:
Participants #1 and #2
Participants #3 and #4
Participants #5 and #6
Participants #7 and #8

... And so on.

However, in the room containing participants #11 and #12, there was only a single bed. It seemed no bed had been provided for a certain pyramid-head-shaped individual.​

 

[Icee]

Claude Von Reigan​

Ultimate Stratigist​

He thought that all means of war and abnormalities had finally been over. After bringing Fodlan to its new dawn with the help of fellow Monestary students and his professor, Byleth, Claude thought that after finishing some other duties of his own, things were finally going to go back to normal after years of bloodshed and war. Things hadn't been easy for him, his teacher, or the other students with trying to carve their own lath forward admist chaos and war. It took years of fighting andhard work, not to mention his own personal mission afterward. However, Claude promised his beloved Teach that he would return someday, the two having promised to formally marry once he returned. After riding in unexpected on his Wyvern and helping Byleth turn the tide on a scuffle with some bandits, Claude finally thought that he'd be able to settle down and live a peaceful life in the future that he and Byleth had carved together.

Little did he know that everything was set to change and that he was going to be thrust facefirst into a new world of chaos and hardship, a world where he'll have to come up with just the right strategies once more if he planned on getting out alive...

That night started like any other. He and Byleth had their reunion, celebrating with a party at the now rebuilt Garrech Mach Monestery, where all of the students he fought with had also been in atrendance. They were almost as happy as Byleth that Claude had returned safely from his personal mission. Claude of course celebrated right and spent most of that evening in celebration, only wandering to bed when the sun barely started to rise. Tomorrow was what he thought was going to be the beginning of a new, peaceful life...

He blinked his eyes open to a bright light. Wait...this wasn't a candle light! And it didn't seem to be any sort of magic spell either. The light inside the little ball shining in his eyes did seem to be akin to light magic. Yet it wasn't a full on spell. A container for a spell? Well, the little.light was awfully bright and gave him a little bit of a headache.
He slowly sat up, still feeling a little groggy. He figured it was just because of last night's celebrations. He always tended to overdo celebrations and end up groggy the next day. Perfectly normal. He turned toward his side, blinking when he saw there was no sign of Byleth in the room. Rather, this room didn't even look like their shared bedroom. The coloring was entirely different and it looked a bit more bare than his room, which admittedly was sometimes a bit disorganized. Claude was great at forming strategies and coming up with the best ideas but sometimes his things ended up a god forsaken mess! Everything here looked empty. Organized yet bare and boring. Almost unsettling to be honest.
Wait. Was that another bed? Was he sharing the room with someone? The bed looked a bit different than what he was used to, although it seemed he too was in the same style of bed. Nothing special to say about the sheets or materials, only he got the feeling that they weren't the same sorts of materials bedding and sheets might be made from in Fodlan.

Perhaps the person he was roomed with would have some sort of idea as to where he was. However, Claude couldn't quite tell if they were conscious yet. For now he decided to take the time to explore the place he had just been whisked to. Slowly, he got to his feet. It seemed he still had his normal clothes on so that was a plus. He tried the door off to the side, seeing it was locked. The lock didn't seem to be pickable either. Whoever or whatever sealed him in here must have planned for them to attempt to escape. He glanced toward the other door that was open, seeing that it was a simple bathroom. Well, at least whoever put them here was decent enough to give them decent facilities. Maybe they didn't mean harm? It was still too early to tell and right now, Claude wanted to gain as many clues into his situation as he could.

 

[Capri]

SOPHIE WALTEN
Zenterfold Xeppy (re-write bc of confusion lol)

Sophie gasped awake, looking around in shock and confusion. To her roommate, she was a plain looking girl, a rather skittish loner. Her breath was shaky, and her forehead was coated with sweat

"Wh-what the…!?" Sophie said, "What’s going on…?"

Sophie didn’t even notice Pinkie, as she seemed more concerned with her immediate surroundings.​

 

[Mirai-chan]

Shikuro had Awoken momentarily With a Loud/ Sorta confused groan."Where in the 7 realms am at?"She said sounding confused. The Devilish girl had noticed a lady in red and looked at her confused."Um, excuse me? Where am I?"Shikuro asked. Shikuro's voice sounded soft, but it has a bit of a southern accent. Not waiting for an answer, she looked around the room and goes to the dresser, she pens a drawer and notices her school outfit to the school she went to in Kyoto with mei and sat down not wanted to explore any more YET, because she was curious about the lady dressed in red.
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[Takumi98]

Akutagawa of the Armed Detective Agency was a threat. One who was much stronger than his appearance let on. Laying waste to many in the Port Mafia and pushing Atsushi into a corner. He had stood by as Akutagawa reunited with his sister Gin, and even as the other young man had went to chase after her when she refused to leave the Port Mafia, Atsushi had been ready to follow despite the sudden heaviness beginning to plague him.

Had Akutagawa really hit him hard enough to affect him this way? Spitting blood onto the floor, he wiped at his mouth and crouched low, preparing to sprint after his enemy before his earpiece crackled to life.


Bzzt!

"Don't chase him, Atsushi-kun." those were Dazai's orders through the earpiece, giving him pause as his vision was starting to swim. He barely heard the rest of Dazai's words, but one thing he could take away from it once the other finished and the line suddenly cut was this: Kyouka was still safe.

Atsushi was tired. So very tired. His body started to ache, to feel heavier as he started to sway then everything went black as he fell to his side.

Then, eventually, he woke up.

"...Where?" He mumbled groggily before picking up an unfamiliar scent in the unfamiliar room. Taking a moment to try and gather his bearings, his gaze took a sweeping glance around the space.

"..."

With one brief glance at who he was sharing a room with, he quietly checked the dresser when it appeared that she wasn't awake currently, finding many clothes identical to the ones he currently wore. Moving on from that he checked one of the wooden doors. Frowning as he realized it was just a bathroom, he quickly noticed that wherever he was it was forested from the glance out the only window.

Which meant he wasn't in Yokohama let alone the Port Mafia base at the center of the city. What happened between when he blacked out and now? Where was the boss or Kyouka? How long had he been resting?

He didn't deserve to rest, he was worthless if he couldn't keep her safe, if Akutagawa was still roaming headquarters.

If this were any other day or any other situation, then perhaps he wouldn't be so on edge. Even if it was some enemy organization thinking they could kidnap him and go after the boss, Dazai had Kyouka and Chuuya to keep him safe when Atsushi wasn't there, and Atsushi himself could take on a number of armed men on his own.

Turning he headed towards the only other door in the room, and realized it was locked, a displeased look crossed his face and his nostrils flared with a sigh as he considered what this could possibly mean other than something was seriously wrong.

Zenterfold Gummi Bunnies

 

[lunar_moth]

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　♡ ♡ ♡　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

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“Mmm— ah!!”



Usagi stretches her arms above her head with a yawn, and lets them back down when her spine gives a satisfying “crack!”



She blinks once, twice, eyelids still heavy as she pats around the sheets by her feet.



“Mn, Luna-chan, where are you? I didn’t mean to sleep so late, I hope the girls aren’t too mad at me! Is that why you’re hiding?” She giggled to herself a bit then swung her legs over the side of the bed. “I’m sorry! I’ll make breakfast and then we can eat on the way to Hino shrine, okay? I know you’re antsy to see everyone before the fes—“



Usagi cuts herself off abruptly. Um. Uh.



Well, this is not her room.



And that is not anybody she knows.



It seems Luna, her confidante, her sweet, sweet (and sometimes grumpy) kitty guardian, has been replaced by a teenage boy, who’s in the bed across the… room… from her. The room is terribly beige and nondescript, now that she actually takes notice of it, and definitely not the bedroom she went to sleep in.



Usagi shoots to her feet with a yelp. Unfortunately, she stands up so fast that the bedsheet, previously forgotten about, tangles both her ankles and send her careening to the floor in a heap instead. Her limbs flail for a moment like she’s a turtle sat on the wrong side of its shell.



“Hey! What gives!! And who are you!? Did one of the Black Moon Clan send you?? You can’t keep me hidden here forever! Mamo-chan and the girls will come save me, unless I break out of here myself!” Usagi yells. Of course, the effect is mollified with how she’s still very much tangled in a heap on the floor, furiously patting around for her brooch, but it’s the thought that counts.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　 LuckycoolHawk9 　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧​

 

[HanikamuKitten]

Cater Diamond​

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The night had been long after another successful Heartslabyul dorm unbirthday party, which Cater of course had to help run. While not really doing much himself, making sure the underclassmen got everything right was important and tiring work (he thinks).

When all was said and done, he retreated back to his room for the night and collapsed on his bed littered with pillows. He scrolled through Magicam and various other social media platforms as per usual before eventually shutting off and drifting to sleep, expecting to have another day of classes ahead.

He was wrong.

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Cater-in his half conscious state-tossed and turned, expecting to feel the weight of pillows at his feet and having them fall to the floor as per usual, but felt no such thing. This was odd, but he didn’t really want to get up yet as it must have been really early since his alarm hadn’t gone off.

A few minutes goes by before he realizes he’s not falling back asleep and reluctantly decides to investigate the pillow oddity. He sits up and rubs his eyes with one hand, reaching for his phone with the other. He pats around the side of the bed where it would normally be left to charge but it was nowhere. He finally takes this moment to realize: he’s not in his own room anymore.

The dreary lighting and plain walls were a dead giveaway. “Did I just take a trip to Wonderland?” he whispers to himself, only half amused at his own joke. The bland room was so not Cater’s style. The plain walls and limited decor just made him feel bored and perplexed. “Alright if this is wonderland where’s my white rabbit? Trey? Riddle? Anyone?” He calls out to his dormmates but gets no response in return. “I must be dreaming, right? Housewarden Riddle would never approve of a prank if it was one.” He finally spots another bed opposite his in the room. Someone else in his room? He dares to step off the bed and take a few steps closer.

“A…girl?”

SilverDingo

 

[themagnoliaofutah]

( Verite )

As soon as the attorney's eyes opened, she knew something was wrong. This was definitely not the uniform darkness of the void she was used to.

...maybe one of Mark's little outings? Maybe.

She laid there for a few minutes, staring at the ceiling, fully expecting to hear his voice - or for a choice to be offered. Nothing.

Finally, Louise rubbed her eyes, sitting up and running her fingers through her dark mop of hair in a vain attempt to tame it. Her voice was hoarse, tired from a fair amount of disuse.

"...hello? Anyone there?"

 

[darkred]

Marcus Wright​

The cyborg was just standing next to John Connor talking about the whole "Peace" and "End of War" thing that happened between Skynet and John even though it came at a deep cost. The loss of Connor's human life. But he didn't get to talk with the new cyborg John as he somehow woke up in a blank room, somehow "asleep". He suddenly pushed himself up to look around his new surroundings. Where the hell was he?

He gritted his teeth as he sat up on his bed, looking over at the other bed. The other bed contained a robot-like figure somewhat like him.

He frowned and was cautious.

He was much more than a cyborg; he was also a trained soldier.

Miserable Alchemist - Zenterfold
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[Xeppy]

Pinkie Pie
Capri Zenterfold

With the cupcake in her hand and the hum in her voice, Pinkie was ready to tackle the day. She had just stepped outside of Sugar Cube Corner, the local bakery that she worked at, with a delicious treat inside her hand and a basket of cupcakes. She got an order to deliver a batch of pink frosted cupcakes to somebody else in the village, and she happily accepted, as she did with anything others asked of her. She stuffed the cupcake that she baked inside her mouth, swung the basket to her side, and started skipping to the address she was given with a huge smile on her face.

"Hiya!" Pinkie would exclaim, waving to all the people she passed while skipping. Oh, it was a beautiful day outside! The smiles of the citizens in the village swarming the air, the sun shining on them happily, and not a cloud in the sky. It was as if the odds were in all their favor today! Like nothing completely terrifying and dangerous would happen! Pinkie gulped down her cupcake, twirled the skirt she was wearing, and sang out cheerfully,

"'Cause I love to make you smile, smile, smile
Yes, I do!
It fills my heart with sunshine all the while
Yes, it does!
'Cause all I really need's a smile, smile, smi-"

Then darkness. Pinkie wasn't usually one to black out- even when she had one too many cupcakes- but she found herself on an unfamiliar bed in an unfamiliar room with an unfamiliar memory. Pinkie found this fact more unusual than someone not having a birthday party on their own birthday. Pinkie remembered anything, from someone's address to their favorite candy flavor. How could she forget the important fact of how she got to an unusual place? Did she eat too many cupcakes this time? How was that even possible? There was no such thing as too many cupcakes!

Pinkie sat up, having her eyes immediately latch onto someone she didn't know and didn't recognize: an anxious and lonely looking girl. Even though Pinkie noticed her, the girl didn't seem to do the same, having their attention on the room around them. Pinkie didn't even care about this fact, however, as a grin plastered across her face. Someone new that she didn't know! What was she like? When was her birthday? What's her favorite color? Did she like cupcakes like Pinkie did?

Pinkie, now filled with curiosity and excitement, hopped from her single bed onto the floor and ran over to the girl on the other side of the room. A new potential friend! Pinkie stopped running in front of the girl's bed, placed her face in front of the stranger's, and said gleefully, "Hi! I'm Pinkie Pie!"​

 

[Crunch]

The clinic was so quiet at this hour. A porcelain painting of perfected peace, preserved in partially-restrained pontification... unrestrained, really. Long fingers slithered like snakes to grip at the edge of the clipboard, holding it tight as if it threatened to vanish. An empty clinic was a good thing, wasn't it? A beautiful thing. Peaceful, blissful, a sign of good health to the community. Yet, always it remained still at night. The light of the moon was the only indication that there was a world beyond the front desk, shining on a dim concrete street that led to nowhere past the dark. The clipboard groans, the wood creasing.

A smell is thick in the air. Pungent, radiating from every room, every corridor. The bitter taste of metal on his tongue. A crooked shadow stood in the warmth pooling on the tile floor beneath him, wet and sticky, deep red and flecked with pieces of meat. Pooling, growing, dripping from the walls, from the ceiling. The miasma is choking, overpowering. Flecks of warm, red liquid fill the lips, diving into the lungs. It was terminal. A muffled beating, like hearts in the walls, rose through the decaying corridors. Dim, distant beeping, which grew into a cacophonous, wailing cry.

It was terminal. The only treatment is judgment.

--

The room was empty. Well, not empty - there was at least one entity inside, heralded by the smell of corroding metal and that troublesome heavy breathing - possibly sleep apnea? The lone bed sharing the room with that grotesque, pyramid-headed individual was empty. It was... not his bed. There was no way to tell, really, but it couldn't have been made for him. Their first few moments of shared awakening were spent in silence until the dresser next to the bed began to rattle intensely, a quiet, muffled voice echoing from... somewhere inside the dresser.

"G- Gah! This isn't my office! Hell~o?! May I speak to the administrator he-- oooh, hold on..."

The rattling ceases, and after a moment, one of the dresser drawers slid open. A long, spindly arm clothed in a white coat slithered from the darkness, its hand flattening into a facsimile of a mouth as it peeks around, mimicking a prairie dog. Look left, look right. Hrm, this does not look like a decrepit alleyway in Illyria in the slightest. That was concerning - less so than the tall, breathing stranger in the room. The disembodied hand noticed Pyramid Head and made quick to snatch the drawer knob, pulling the rest of it out with one smooth tug. As the drawer toppled out of the dresser, the arm impossibly retreated back into the drawer, before the rest of the body it was attached to suddenly springs free of the confinement with an audible bo-oi-oing sound.

"Ta~da~!"

Twirling in the air and landing on his feet, a nearly nine-foot-tall humanoid figure stood upright, flexing his long limbs out and adjusting his coat with a wiggling motion as he called out in a joyous, muffled voice. A man with long, spindly limbs stood just hunched beneath his full height, clad in a pristine white labcoat and well-kept garb that somehow fit him despite his spider-like proportions. He adjusted the stethoscope on his neck and permed up the brown paper bag that he wore on his head, gazing around the room before stopping on Pyramid Head.



"WUUUOOH! That was a tight fit, but," the doctor giggled, stepping forward and folding his hand over his chest to drop into a polite bow before Pyramid Head. "I must apologize for my delay, sir! I don't enjoy making a habit of leaving my patients waiting for long. Curious, though, I don't recall ever making an appointment with you, but I understand the urgency-- having a pyramid grafted to your skull is a concerning condition, if not self-afflicted. I am, ah, a bit confused, because I don't recall this place being my office..."

The doctor rubbed his chin through the paper bag, looking around the bedroom. The hole on the bag widened like an eye.

"... Oooh, even more concerning, because I don't have an office! Ha-hah! Wait-- where am I? And- and who are you?!"

The doctor pointed, accusingly, at his counterpart, though he seemed more dazed than concerned.

R U S T Zenterfold

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[Capri]

SOPHIE WALTEN
Zenterfold Xeppy

"Whuh-!"

Sophie reeled back, uncomfortable with Pinkie’s sudden entrance. Too close!

"Uhh… hi?" she said, "I’m… Sophie…"

Sophie got out of the bed, squeezing past her new roommate and trying the door, finding it locked.

"Shit…" she muttered under her breath before turning to Pinkie, hoping to not find her three inches away from her face.

"We're locked in…" Sophie said, some suspicion in her voice, knowing that Pinkie here is the most likely person to be responsible for her waking up here.​

 

[Josh]

Scarlet Witch

"Ugh..."

Wanda Maximoff's memories were fuzzy. Laying on the bed, the witch instinctively wanted to wrap the sheets of the bed around her, still in a daze. Slowly waking up, the witch was confounded. She tried to feel the magic arounds, the essences of the known, unknown, and what can be, but the forces were inert, faint, but inert. Powerful forces were behind this. Wanda could feel it.
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Shikuro had Awoken momentarily With a Loud/ Sorta confused groan."Where in the 7 realms am at?"She said sounding confused. The Devilish girl had noticed a lady in red and looked at her confused."Um, excuse me? Where am I?"Shikuro asked. Shikuro's voice sounded soft, but it has a bit of a southern accent. Not waiting for an answer, she looked around the room and goes to the dresser, she pens a drawer and notices her school outfit to the school she went to in Kyoto with mei and sat down not wanted to explore any more YET, because she was curious about the lady dressed in red.
Mentions: Josh

"I was about to ask you that myself." A light chuckle left the lips of the witch as she too went to the dresser. Inside, the witch found her trusted cape, tiara, along with her earrings. Putting them on, she spoke to the girl. "You're not human, are you? If i had to guess? Succubus?" Wanda asked causally. She seemed truly not bothered by the girl's appearances. "I assume you're not the one behind this?"

Zenterfold Mirai-chan ​

 

[R U S T]

The sounds of loud metallic breathing echoed throughout the surrounding area as he continued to drag his sword, or to be more specific great knife across the ground, with a loud,SCREEEEEEEEEEECH,echoing across the outside area as he continues to walk in a hurried like manner.

Though, he was just not walking. He was chasing soemthing, someone. Though as he continued walking, he heard a cry come from the left side of him. Quickly turning his head in a violent like manner.

His eyes immediately catching the shape of a woman as she continued to hurry, it appeard she was running away from him. A smart move. Though it was almost set as her fate to be punished by his hands.

As the lady continued to run, she would trip on a stair case, letting out a cry of mercy and pain. As the pyramid head approach the lady. He looked down at her with determination in his eyes, the woman looked…..scared. Good.

“PLEASE NO NO- PLEASE PLEASE STOP-“

Her cry’s meant nothing too him. He grabbed her by the head, the woman letting out a painfull scream deep within her throat, then he relatively stomped her face into the ground until she bit into the concrete blood spilling from her teeth. He then prepared the execution, grabbing his sword and lifting it up surprisingly with ease as he put little to no force into the woman’s body.

Her screams coming to an end. Her body unrecognized by anyone who would come to see it.

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The man stood in the corner of the room slightly twitching in an unsettling way as he groped his sword’s handle as he turned his body to look at the noise commotion, it appeare to be another entity, could it be…..a competitive for the top of the food chain?

He decided to see if it was hostile or not. It didn’t seem like it at first, but it would most likely it be true. Everyone had secrets. His heavy breathing silenced by his metallic helmet. His skin completely shown to be peeing, wires looking like it ripped himself apart. But the pain meant nothing to him.

“No.“

Was the word he only managed the whisper out, like a raspy croak of a voice that was unsettling.

Zenterfold Crunch

 

[Mirai-chan]

Shikuro Higashi​

Shikuro Smiled a bit at the lady Dress in red, She is a bit interesting to her."Yeah, I'm a Demon well a Daughter of a Demon lord."Shikuro said Shrugging casually as if what she said is normal. Her tail swayed lazily Side-to-side Curiously as Shikuro turned to look at the door."No, i just woken up here mysteriously after looking in my ocker for my Math book at the Academy."She explained. She seriously didn't know what is going on and is two seconds from busting the door open, but the expression on her face didn't show that fact. "Also what's Your name?"She added Sounding Curious.

Mentions: Josh Zenterfold

 

[Thepotatogod]

--Hugo Pennyworth--
Interaction: AriAriAbabwa Zenterfold

Hugo Pennyworth. God Eater extraordinaire, representative and overall leader of the Adaptive God Eater Squadron known as the Hounds. He was currently on the male cabin of the Chrysanthemum, reading on some books on economics and Port management. As the business rep of the group, it's up to him to make a good profit on his family's antics.

As such, while the Ash Crawler's headed for the Crimson Ashlands for some surveying, Hugo had taken it upon himself to study a bit more. However, he suddenly felt a bit...Fatigued. Maybe it's due to the time he spent reading, or perhaps the time he spent during missions.

Before Hugo could lift himself towards the infirmary, he passed out on his desk.

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With a gasp, Hugo snapped awake somewhere entirely different. For one, he's on a bed, yet there was the blinding ceiling light above him instead of the usual bunk. Not to mention how clean the ceiling was compared to how he used to.

"Ugh..." The Hunter groaned, rubbing his head as he sat up. For one, he observed that this room appears to be a rather comfortable living quarters. A dresser, carpeted floor, vibrant blue walls--it's almost like they're living in the Governor General's care, and that's concerning. On his wrists were cuff-like armlets. Which, Hugo was relived to see. It seems even then, they were a reminder of who and what he is.

Sitting on the side of his bed, Hugo finally spotted the other bed--and with it, a curious looking man in some blue coat. A cloth wrapped around his neck. From the looks of it, it kinda looks like he's from the distant past.

"Hey, you awake?" Hugo called out to the other person, hunched back, arms resting on his lap.

 

[Xeppy]

Pinkie Pie
Capri Zenterfold

Pinkie Pie's eyes widened dramatically when she heard the girl's name, saying knowingly and loudly, "Wow, I have a friend named Sophie!! She has this brown curly hair and biiig blue eyes!" Pinkie spread her arms wide in emphasis before lowering them slightly, saying in confusion, "At least, I think she did..." She shook her head after a moment of hesitation, continuing without missing a beat, "Since you have the same name as her, maybe you're twins! I have a twin, too! Her name's Marble Pie, and she's the most adorable, younger sister ever! Even though we're only a few minutes apart, I still consider myself her lovable, big sister!" She then started rambling on about her other siblings, her family history, and basically everything about her family in general, ending with, "And that's how mankind was made! Ooh, what's that?"

She walked up behind Sophie, looking beyond the girl to the supposed locked door. Was that a locked door? And why was there a locked door? Was it meant for something? Pinkie was completely oblivious to Sophie's suspicion- or, at least, she seemed oblivious to it- as she nodded energetically to Sophie's comment about the door being locked. She gave a thumbs up to the girl, though, and said confidentially, "Never fear, Sophie! Your auntie Pinkie Pie is here! I know what'll open the door! A key!!"

Very sure that the door would open with a key, Pinkie Pie skipped over to her side of the room and opened the dresser meant for her. Somebody would place a key in a dresser... right? Of course they would! If Pinkie Pie would place a cupcake in her drawer, somebody would place their keys there! Pinkie Pie stopped in her tracks, however, when she saw the numerous amounts of clothes that she normally wore in the drawer. She wouldn't be surprised if she saw someone else's clothes in here, but why were her own specific clothes in here? She knew that she didn't place her clothes in here! At least, she thought she didn't. Pinkie Pie's mind was unusually fuzzy, and she was sure that she didn't eat too much sugar today. Maybe this was Sofia's house and Pinkie was sleeping over here? Or maybe the clothes that Pinkie was wearing were popular! That must be it! That has to be it!

After searching through the ominous drawer, Pinkie came out with no success and no key. Pinkie ignored the thought that Sophie might have a key in her drawer and immediately started thinking of alternative options to their dilemma. If there wasn't a key, though, then maybe...

"Ooh, ooh! I know, I know! I bet this is an escape room! Y'know, when you're trapped inside a room and have to do puzzles to get out!! I bet beyond that locked door is freedom after we complete the puzzles in here!!" After this so-called theory that Pinkie made at the top of her head, she began staring suspiciously at the locked door as if that could give her a hint to get out.​

 

[Capri]

SOPHIE WALTEN
Zenterfold Xeppy

"…You… talk a lot," Sophie said, taking a seat on her side of the room, "And please don't call yourself my aunt,"

She was very clearly nervous. She never did an escape room before, so why would she sign up for one? Especially if Jenny wasn’t involved.

"Uh… have you… have you thought of the possibility we… we were kidnapped?" Sophie said in her usual shy voice.​

 

[Crunch]

"I see... you're a strange one, aren't you?" the doctor spoke quietly, his voice suddenly shifting to a lower octave as he lifted his head high to appraise him. "But I know you can understand me, at least, through that metal helmet. You truly look like something from my worst nightmares... when I dreamt most paying penance. But I know all too well the distinction between reality and dreams. You are real. And so is this place..."

He bowed his head for a moment, unafraid of being so close to this entity. He was feeling something, though fear wasn't exactly it.

"... Well!" he suddenly swung his head back up, clapping his hands together. "Nothing we can do about that pyramid head in a place like this~! But you look as out-of-place as I do, so you aren't supposed to be here either, is that right? Not to worry. Two heads are better than one, even if one of them is a metal pyramid~! I don't suppose you have a name, so I'll give you one of my own!"

The doctor bent his knees low and extended one of his hands with a rubbery whiplash sound.



"You can call me Faust - your friendly local medical professional! Put 'er there, champ!"

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[Josh]

Shikuro Higashi​

Shikuro Smiled a bit at the lady Dress in red, She is a bit interesting to her."Yeah, I'm a Demon well a Daughter of a Demon lord."Shikuro said Shrugging casually as if what she said is normal. Her tail swayed lazily Side-to-side Curiously as Shikuro turned to look at the door."No, i just woken up here mysteriously after looking in my ocker for my Math book at the Academy."She explained. She seriously didn't know what is going on and is two seconds from busting the door open, but the expression on her face didn't show that fact. "Also what's Your name?"She added Sounding Curious.

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The witch blushed, slightly embarrassed on how rude she was. How could she forget to introduce herself?"



"My name? Many know and call me the Scarlet Witch. You can call me Wanda, if you wish." Putting her hand on the girl's shoulder, the Scalet Witch smirked. "Math books? I must admit, I was always more partial towards the Arts than STEM. However, I have always a knack when it comes to probability" Come, let's go exploring." As Wanda lead the two out, she turned towards the young demon girl. "Daughter of a demon lord? Any lord I'd know of?"​

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[AriAriAbabwa]

ALEXANDER HAMILTON
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I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory.
Is this where it gets me, on my feet, several feet ahead of me?
I see it coming, do I run or fire my gun or let it be?
There is no neat, no melody.
Burr, my first friend, my enemy.
Maybe the last face I ever see...

Alexander Hamilton aimed his pistol at the sky. Burr did not.

I strike him right between the ribs.
I walk towards him, but I am ushered away.
They row him back across the Hudson.
I get a drink...

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"Eliza!" He sat up in a cold sweat, patting his chest where he was sure the bullet struck him. Curiously, there was not even a sign of the wound; no bleeding, no bandage, nothing. What greeted him up was an entirely unfamiliar room and a total stranger adorned in indiscernible attire. Evidently, there was nobody else in the room with them.

What happened?

Alexander looked to Hugo with a thinking grimace. "Are you the doctor?" Before even hearing an answer, Hamilton leaped off the bed, scanning the room for his belongings. "What of Aaron Burr?" he asked while moving, not even shifting his gaze back at his roommate. "Where even was I taken...?" he grumbled loud enough for Hugo to hear. Whoever brought him to what must have been a temporary lodging for his rest, they left his clothes on save for any of his possessions! And, already sifting through the dressers (each of which contained the typical colonial era dressings alongside unusual wears that matched Hugo's), it was safe to say that his coat was the only thing he had left. "And not a sign of pen nor paper anywhere!"

Alexander sighed; anger would have to come later. He sat himself on his bed again, only now realizing how unusually energetic he felt despite taking the bullet just moments ago. But right now, only one face remained fresh in mind. "I must write to Eliza... let her know I'm coming home later than I promised her."​

 

[Zenterfold]

*click*

Just a small, tiny sound that somehow felt like it echoed throughout every room. It had come from the door opposite the bathroom, indicating that perhaps it was now unlocked. Upon trying the door, one would find themselves entering into a hallway with a door across from them. In fact, in that hallway would be a number of doors in a row on each side. Every door was engraved with the letters A through P. In addition to the letters, each door was fitted with two plaques that stated various titles such as Ultimate Outlaw and Ultimate Beast.

The hall itself was nothing special, though the warm lighting and patterned carpet flooring gave it a welcoming feel. One might get the sense that it was like a hotel considering the little decorations such as plants and paintings beside each bedroom door. The paintings all seemed to be classical paintings by artists such as Vincent van Gogh and Grant Wood, though a few would be unidentifiable by anyone. The unknown ones depicted nondescript landscapes such as an island, a snowy mountain, an array of planets or dramatic depictions of battles on ashen backdrops.

At one end of the hall was a fancy stairwell with going up and down with smooth wooden handrails, though the stairwell was blocked off by an unbreakable metal gate. On the other side of the hall was an elevator, along with an elevator call button. There seemed to be thirteen floors indicated by the elevator. Unfortunately, it did not seem to be working.

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[Zenterfold]

"This isn't a trip, AJ."

"Then where are we going?"

"AJ... You can't come with me."

Clementine's time asleep was spent feverishly and fitfully. The teenager had not slept soundly in years, having trained herself to be a light sleeper who awoke at even the slightest noise or disturbance. Being forced unconscious for who knows how long had activated a panic response within Clementine even as she slept. If her roommate had checked on her, they would have found Clementine to be tossing and turning in her bed.

They were not good dreams. Visions of lives forgotten and loved ones she had to leave behind haunted her. Violence, death, and excruciating exhaustion had plagued Clementine ever since the Walkers had appeared. Her dreams were like snapshots of the past, forcing her to relive moments she would rather forget. Her parents, rotted and limping toward her. Lee, half-dead and staring at her trembling hands as she held a gun. Jane and Kenny at each other's throats, ignoring her cries for them to stop killing one another. Her harrowing and desperate attempt at rescuing AJ amid walls of fire.

Bad memories and painful visuals ran through Clementine's body, trapping her in this nightmare world. Her past was on repeat, tumbling endlessly in her head until-- *click*

It was just a small noise, really, but small noises were what tended to startle Clementine awake. It was not a slow return to consciousness, but a rapid shove into the light as Clementine sat up straight in her bed, heart beating way too fast for comfort. She barely took in her surroundings as she eyed the source of the noise: the door. She didn't recognize her surroundings, which was pretty bad, so Clementine wasted no time in adjusting her legs off the bed. Thankfully for her, whoever or whatever had brought her here had been nice enough to provide Clementine witch crutches, so she grabbed the pair laying next to her bed and pushed herself into a standing position out of the bed.

Clementine eyed the other woman in the room and, not even taking enough time to notice her pointed ears, started making a beeline for the dresser that had her hat sitting on top of it. "Who the hell are you?" Clementine brusquely asked. She made a frustrating mental note of how vulnerable she was at the moment with no weapon. There was nothing in the room or in the drawers from her cursory glance that she could use. The clothes she saw looked vaguely familiar to Clementine but she thought little of it as she plopped her baseball cap on to her head.

Without waiting for a response, Clementine went for the door of the room and opened it into the hallway outside. She found the sight shocking, especially when she saw people exiting the other doors just as she was. Still, Clementine wasn't going to let shock slow her down as she carried herself toward the elevator at the end of the hall.

"Shit," Clementine said, realizing the elevator wasn't working. She pressed the call buttons a few times for good measure but nothing changed. "They have electricity for lights but not the elevator." She looked toward the other end of the hall, past all the others, and eyed the gated stairwell.

"What the hell is all this?"
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[Mirai-chan]

Shikuro gotten up and bowed."Nice to meet you Wanda, I'm Shikuro Higashi, but some Call me Kuro!"she said with a small Grin. She giggled a bit."Seems a bit relatable, I am not that good at math, but a total wiz in history."She said. Whie the both of them was heading toward the door of the room, and when Wanda has asked her about the demon lord, Shikuro's face turned into a frown."My father, Demon Lord of Sloth Belphegor, and where I'm from that's what we call high tier Demons."She said sounding not happy at the explanation. All of the sudden, She brighten up after she said that as if she never said that and it seems like Shikuro Doesn't like mentioning that.

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[SilverDingo]

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Yumeko Jabami

Yumeko awoke from a fitful sleep. That was unusual, as Yumeko usually slept very well. Slight kicking motions occurred in her legs as she lay, breathing in and out. Finally, after one large jolt, she woke up. Her eyes fluttered open, facing the pale blue wall. She adjusted herself to sit upright in the blanket to get a better look around, since it didn't seem familiar.

The room was plainer than those of Hyakkaou. The upper-class wood-paneled walls replaced with light-blue walls, the hardwood floors replaced with a plain beige carpet one might find at an aging midwestern school that hasn't been updated since the 1980's. It was plain, she would give it that, and nothing like where she went to sleep. However, she was still wearing her school uniform, so presumably she had been brought there sometime after her day had finished. Finally, she had a room mate. A young man dressed similarly, and in equally nice clothing, but in opposing colors. She straightened herself out.

She offered a smile to her room mate and slightly tilted her head.

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