15! Dazai POV

One gone, two gone, three gone. Chuuya had done it all for Dazai. Chuuya’s ‘friends’ were starting to get a little too close to Dazai for Chuuya’s liking, a noose, a knife, a cut of code. All three other members of the literature club had gone.. aside from Dazai, of course. What did it matter? This isn’t real, none of it is. All that matters is that Dazai stays with Chuuya.

Chuuya had got what he wanted, Dazai sat in front of him, unable to move. They sat in an abandoned classroom, both unable to even move unless they were given a different png, Chuuya rested his elbows on the table, a smile on his face, his chin on his hands, there was an eery soundtrack in the background, hollow music with occasional static. Chuuya’s dialogue box was pink and covered with poka dots, it seemed rather ironic.

Chuuya: “Isn’t it better that it’s just the two of us, nobody else?” No voice was heard, because why would it? Maybe Chuuya could change the code for that at some point, only if it hasn’t gotten too damaged..