Chapter 1 - Innovative and Made of Rubber - Post Trial
Without hesitation, Eminem pressed on Red’s face on the voting pad, exhaling as he did. He watched as everyone else made their votes. Monokuma from fortnite watched them all patiently, an indeterminate expression on his face.
Finally, everyone finished. The last voter, Red, stared at them with a pained look in his eyes.
“The votes have been cast!” Monokuma from fortnite cheered. “Let’s see who got the majority.”
A screen came from the roof of the building. A slot machine was displayed on it, pictures of their faces cycling through. It slowed to a stop, each slot eventually settling on the face of Red. Virtual confetti obscured the machine before the screen shut off.
“You are correct!” Monokuma from fortnite said. “The killer was Red, the Ultimate Spaceman!”
“You fucking bitch!”
Eminem swiveled around. Harley Quinn lunged toward Red, clearly intent on attacking him. He ran in to interfere with the fight, but Tony Stark and Ryu were able to restrain her before she was able to attack. She struggled in their grasps.
“Let me go!” Harley said, writhing around. “LET ME GO!”
“If you try to attack him, you’ll be no better than he is.” Eminem said.
“Bull-fucking-shit!” Harley snarled. “Let me at him!”
“She’s crazy!” Red screamed. “Keep her away from me!”
“Like you’re one to talk.” Eminem said. “You killed someone with only kindness and care in his heart.”
“Quite literally.” Tony said, still trying to restrain Harley. “It’s how he was programmed.”
“And you don’t have any regrets at all.” Eminem said.
“Fuck no I don’t.” Red said. “You heard the bear. If we kill, we get freedom.”
“But you planned to kill someone even before the killing game was announced.” Mystique pointed out. “Don’t say that you didn’t. You hid the knife before you came to the gym.”
“I’m not denying it.” Red said. “In fact, I’m taking credit for it.”
“Credit?” Aang asked.
“For starting the killing game.” Red said. “Now you all know some people here have the willingness to kill. Maybe not everyone, but some people for sure. And each time someone kills - they’ll be thinking of me.”
“You fucking bastard.” Eminem spattered.
“Go ahead. Call me names.” Red scoffed. “It can’t undo anything.”
“Well, if you’re all done fucking TALKING.” Monokuma from fortnite said angrily. “It’s punishment time!”
“Oh yeah,” Peter said. “What do you mean by punishment? Will it be something like the time I was stuck in an elevator with Jay-Z?”
Peter stared into the distance again. Doing another fucking cutaway gag.
“Worse.” Monokuma from fortnite said. “Punishment means DEATH.”
“Wait, what?” asked Red.
“Thrills… chills… kills!” Monokuma from fortnite chanted.
“Holy fuck!” Tony said.
“Please! Don’t kill me!” Red pleaded.
“Let’s give it everything we’ve got!”
“D-̴̼͐D̸̦́O̷̝͌Ṇ̸̿'̸̙̑T̵̗͝ ̷̞̐K̷̟̒Ȉ̵̡̖̀͜͝L̶̺̆L̴͑͊͋ͅ ̷̞̊́M̴̧͋͠Ẻ̶̱̐́͜ͅ!̶̜̿͛̊”
“It’s… PUNISHMENT TIME!”
“N̷͓̚Ő̸̟̱͑̓͐͋O̵̹̚O̸̡͕̘͙̼̐̓̔O̴̗̾̅̓͛O̸̖͎͋͜O̵̠̠̯͇͋͊͂Ǫ̶̏̌Ö̵̮̬́͋̈́͝͝Ö̸͉͓̩́Ỏ̵̜̭̐͒̈́͗̑͘O̴̡̢̼̗͉͚̔͋̏̿̚O̵̬̺̿͒͝Ơ̴͎͎̺̭̻͔̓̒́̈̔̽͝Ò̵̼̳̻̅̍͘O̴̫̖͇̯͛̿͊̒O̶̧͔̦͍̅͆͊̉͑̚͠͠Ớ̸̖͈̓̕O̸̡͓̤͕̯̠͚͘Ọ̵͓̑̽O̷͔̙̾̉̈́͒̇̈͑̒̓͘͠Ơ̴̺͙͔̺̮̬̟̑Ǫ̵̭̦̬̫̻̍̈́͒̿̊̎́̋̀̕̕O̷͎͋́̇̍̄̋̀͝Ó̷͖͇̇́͐̈́̈́̈̌̎͌̌̎̈́O̸̧̹̅̍̊̅̒O̵͉̜͕̮̮̫͒̿!̴͍͉̎!̷͖̟̭͇͂̀̊̎̆̍̐̾̎͐̐̓̓͜!̸̛̙̰͌̈͊̒͊̎̃͋̆̔̓̊̕!̷͕̭͕̜̦̻͓̗̦̣͈͈̼̯͌̓̈́̎͘͝͝!̵̢̹͔̣͎̬̺̩͉͚͑̂̉̇̀͝ͅ!̷̨̛̛̻̤̩̙̭̤̺̞̥̺̝̒̊͂͋̃̐͘ͅ!̸̧̧̣͎͎̘̫͙̳͔̩͎͉̫̓̑̉̂̂̏̊͛̔̿͆̚͠!̷̼̖̬̝̭͂̈́͛̏͆́̈́̋͘͝!̴̞̤̱̥̿͌̅̽̽̉ͅ!̷̲̹̖̜̯̘̞̗̙̋̆̅̅́̇̊͘͝!̴̨̢̨̠͕͈̻̱͍͓̰̘͈̎̏̈́͗̔̋͆͊̄͂̕͜͝”
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MATCH ENDED
YOU PLACED 15th
RED HAS BEEN FOUND GUILTY.
TIME FOR THE PUNISHMENT!
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Red awoke in the Airship, an angry mob of multicolored crewmates holding pitchforks and torches, chanting for his death. Red runs to hide from the mob, but they are always on his tail. One of them throws their pitchfork, which impales Red in the back. He falls to the ground, but yanks it out and throws it right back, killing a green crewmate. This further enrages the crowd, and they begin to pursue him quicker. Now, with wounds in his back, he is cornered in the cockpit of the ship. They grab him and take him to the viewing deck. He pleads to be spared, but they throw him off the ledge. He screams as he falls through the sky, the video footage cutting off as he falls through clouds.
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The rest of the cast are frozen, staring at the screen, except for Peter who is still engrossed in the cutaway gag.
“What the hell…” Eminem said.
“Is… is he…?” Elastigirl asked.
Suddenly, something fell from the roof above them. It crashed against the floor, cutting off a terrifying screeching sound. Hesitantly, Eminem walked over to Red, his body mangled beyond saving from the velocity.
“HOLY SHIT!” MrBeast screamed.
“AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!” Harley shrieked.
“Oh balls.” Rick said.
Everyone began to cry out in terror, confusion, and fright. Monokuma from fortnite stood smugly at his throne overlooking the trial room.
“You fucking BITCH!” Mystique said.
“He did it to himself.” Monokuma from fortnite said. “He killed, so he deserves to die. Seems fair, does it not?”
“Yeah, but-”
“Ah bup bup bup! No ifs, ands, or buts, if you please. Now, I believe that concludes the trial, so you are all free to go.”
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The remaining students stepped off the elevator and into the gym.
“I’m wiped, man.” Tony said, wiping his brow. “I need to sleep.”
Chun-li looked at the clock. “It’s 11:30.”
“Fuck me.” Tony said with a sigh. “I’m going to sleep anyway.”
Removing his mask, Tony stumbled off into the dorm room corridor. A large crowd followed him, leaving Eminem, Harley, and a few others in the gym.
“Well, now what?” Harley asked.
“I… don’t know.” Eminem admitted.
“What the fuck else do we do?” Cruella said. “Wait for someone else to die.”
“We can’t just do nothing.” Eminem said. “We have to find a fucking way out of here. And I’m sure no one else will kill anyone.”
“You’re sure?” Cruella asked. “Fine. Just remember that people will do anything when they get desperate.”
Brushing her hair out of her face, she walked off to her dorm.
“She’s a fucking bitch, isn’t she?” The Joker asked.
“Agreed.” Harley said. “I guess people aren’t going to be as cooperative as I thought.”
“Well, we need them to be.” Eminem said. “If the rest of us want to get out of here, we don’t have a choice.”
“What makes you think all of us are getting out of here alive?” Rick Sanchez asked. “She’s right, you know. Desperate times call for desperate measures. Someone’s going to act.”
“That won’t happen, I’m sure.” The Joker argued.
“I agree.” Eminem said. “After what happened in that trial room, no one’s going to even think about killing again.”
“I wouldn’t be too sure…”
“Hm? Did you say something?” Eminem asked.
“...No. I didn’t say anything.” Harley said, walking back to her room. Eminem and The Joker watched her concernedly as she left the gym before leaving themselves.