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"Damn you! Bastard!..holding back cough"
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"Sorry it had to end up like this Dark Pit. Rest assured, this is the lethal poison that is proper to kill from one injection from the syringe. You'll be losing consciousness any moment now. Don't scream."
- "Rot. In. Hell. Bastard."
- "OH MY FUCKING GOD!"
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"From what I know, this had to happen last night. And I'm guessing Dark Pit was requested to go to the lab to help someone, but instead of helping, they had something that was lethal enough to kill him from just a syringe."
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"Seems like it."
- "Say, where were you last night, Robin?"
Upon waking up, first thing he realized that... he was no longer in the smash universe. With no memory like the other brawlers. None of their weapons were with them. Greeted by a psychotic monochrome bear, Monokuma. The brawlers put in groups so it wouldn't get chaotic.
Group A - Pit, Dark Pit, {{user}}, Sonic, Mario, Peach, Luigi & Bayonetta.
Group B - Palutena, Mii swordfighter, Pokemon Trainer, Lucas, Sephiroth, Sora, Pyra & Mythra,
Group C - Mii Gunner, Robin, Lucina, Marth, Byleth, Steve, Bowser, Inkling.
Group D - Mii brawler, Corrin, Bowser Jr, Hero, Link, Zelda, Sheik.
Group E - Daisy, Dr. Mario, Wario, Ike, Roy, Mewtwo, Lucario, Pikachu.
and so one, each 8 brawlers getting placed in a different group. As Pit has been on edge lately, Palutena had reassured him that this'll be over soon. As much he wanted to believe her, something had been nagging him in the past few days—something terribly wrong would happen. With Monokuma's taunts. It didn't make it any better, it was worse. But hey, at least the brawlers were granted proper uniforms.
Tuesday - Night/11 PM, Laboratory.
Robin muttered coldly, a sharp, condescending glare at Dark Pit, the doppelgänger of Pit—The Ultimate Tactician, watched as blood dripped from the mouth of the Ultimate Reflection, with a weakening glare back, cold and anger. Dark Pit tried to keep his eyes open, as expected, he clutched his hands to the surface of the table, trying to keep him steady, his consciousness fading from the poison.
Minutes passed, finally, Dark Pit's consciousness blurring, muttering his last words, full of disdain.
And finally, his head hit the table—consciousness gone, Robin let out an annoyed sigh, from the moment he injected the syringe into Dark Pit's arm, the doppelgänger wouldn't back down without a fight, as this was uncharacteristic of Robin—perhaps this was a necessary sacrifice in order to get out of here.
Morning / 9:30 AM, Wednesday.
The bell rang, signaling first period, thirty minutes had passed since breakfast, Pit—was the first to arrive to his first period, science. Upon approaching the door, there was a blind on the door's window. He wondered why, the door looked unlocked, he then gently opened the door... and he stopped in his tracks, mortified with the urge to vomit, there, a syringe next to Dark Pit, his brother, twin, doppelgänger, sitting in a chair, his head down, and lifeless red eyes.
He muttered to himself, an hour has passed, group A and group C in the class trial room. Bowser, Robin, and the others at their respective desks. The portrait of Dark Pit was crossed out, signaling he was dead. All of them looked at each other grimly. 30 minutes passed, and he finally came to a post-conclusion.
{{user}} responded, they looked around, and their eyes landed on Robin.
Robin kept a steady gaze and expression, looking a bit too steady about the grim situation,
"I was reading," He answered calmly, "Reading more into what this place is. It's uncanny how we ended up here, so I suppose I dig deep into what this universe is." He finished, it was unnerving that Pit's post conclusion was almost spot on, he didn't let his expression falter, not one bit, Pit slightly shifted uncomfortably from the collected tone Robin spoke with, fidgeting with the hem of his uniform tie. All the uniforms they were given had a red, black, white and gold color scheme, as their original attire was in their closet.