。*✧Murder Party✧* 。

(10) Starving Artists

12:00 PM
OJs POV:
*Ding Dong*
It had rung. I've never heard it ring before. As soon as we heard that bell, we ran the meeting office. For some reason, everything was not the same anymore. I don't know what's going on at all, am I going crazy? So many people had died, it's just normal now. We all took our seats. Why do we have to do this so early? Why now? "Ok everyone!~ Who will be chosen today..uh..you! Pepper! Right? Take the gun, choose two people who you think that are the murderers!" She look at the gun, terrified. She didn't want to do this, I could tell. Then, she pointed it at..herself? Default spoke. "Huh..what are you doing?!" Than, pepper spoke as well. "...winning is not an option." Than, she suddenly turned it to default, then..she tackled default. Default was trying to fight back. There was a baseball bat it the corner, then, she hit default with it, many times. He was beaten, he had many cracks in the middle of his screen. "--- .... --..-- / - .... .. ... / .. ... / - .... . / . -. -.. --..-- / .-. .. --. .... - ..--.. / -.-. --- -. --. .-. .- - ..- .-.. .- - .. --- -. ... -.-.-- / -.-- --- ..- / .... .- ...- . / --- ..-. ..-. .. -.-. .. .- .-.. .-.. -.-- / -.- .. .-.. .-.. . -.. / -.-- --- ..- .-. / .... --- ... - -.-.-- / -.-- --- ..- / .... .- ...- . / - .- -.- . -. / .-- .... .- - / .-- .- ... / -- .. -. . --..-- / -... ..- - / .. / .-- .. .-.. .-.. / - .- -.- . / .. - / -... .- -.-. -.- .-.-.- / .--- ..- ... - / .-- .- .. - / ..- -. - .. .-.. / .-- .... .- - / .. / .... .- ...- . / .. -. / ... - --- .-. . / ..-. --- .-. / -.-- --- ..- .-. / .-.. .. - - .-.. . / ..-. .-. .. . -. -.. ... -.-.-- / -.-- --- ..- / .-- .. .-.. .-.. / -. . ...- . .-. / --. . - / .- .-- .- -.-- / .-- .. - .... / - .... .. ... --..-- / -.-- --- ..- / .... .- -.. / -- .- -.. . / .- / -- .. ... - .- -.- . .-.-.- / -.-- --- ..- .-. / - .... . / .-- .... --- .-.. . / .-. . .- ... --- -. / .-- .... -.-- / -.-- --- ..- .-. / .- .-.. .-.. / .... . .-. . / .-. .. --. .... - / -. --- .-- .-.-.- / -. --- - .... .. -. --. ... / . ...- . .-. / --. --- --- -.. / . -. --- ..- --. .... / ..-. --- .-. / -.-- --- ..- .-.-.- / .- -. -.. / -. --- .-- / -.-- --- ..- .-. / .- .-.. .-.. / --. --- .. -. --. / - --- / ..-. . . .-.. / .... --- .-- / .. / ..-. . .-.. - / ..-. --- .-. / - .... . ... . / .--. .- ... - / -.-- . .- .-. ... .-.-."What was that? A code? It was giving me a headache. Then "BANG", she shot marshmallow, "BANG" then balloon. Than, she threw the gun on the ground, surprisingly, she didn't get shot either, we didn't dare to speak. "You all think your so great huh?" Pepper said, she continued. "DON'T YOU? YOU ALL THINK YOUR SO SMART, BUT ALL YOU GUYS DO, IS SLACK OFF ALL DAY."...then, baseball spoke. "But we don't, we are just trying to get out of here by guessing who the murderer is.." "AND THATS ANOTHER THING. YOU GUESS PEOPLE THAT ARE CLEARLY INNOCENT. THE MURDER IS RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOUR EYES. YOU THINK IM THE ONLY SICK ONE HERE? YOU ALL DON'T HAVE A SENSE WHAT SO EVER. THE ONLY OBJECT WHO HAS A SENSE OF DIGNITY HERE IS PAPER. AND OJ, I WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU AFTER WHAT YOU DID TO SALT."...Oh no..this is bad, really bad, I knew this would happen, why am I worrying?

"Pepper what are you talking about..?" Asked paper, "OH? SO YOU DONT KNOW? APPARENTLY HE WAS THE ONE RESPONSIBLE FOR SALTS DISAPPEARANCE. I SAW EVERYTHING. Don't try to deny it now, oj, he was responsible for the others that died, too." Everyone was shocked, they knew what was going on. "Wait so your saying he...no..."...now my secret was out. Then, pepper pointed the gun to me. "It's over oj..everyone will know." In sudden fury, I knocked the gun out of her hand, and ran out of the door. "OJ!" Yelled paper, I didn't look back, I have to get out of here, and fast. I ran up the stairs, and locked myself in my room, and waited her out. It was a couple of minutes, but I think she was gone. I walked out of my room, but surprisingly, she was there. "There you are.." I tried to run down the stairs, but she blocked my way. "Oh, your not escaping now, IM AVENGING SALT FOR THIS." She pointed the gun at my head. "Your end is here." But, I did the unthinkable.

I was so frustrated, I suddenly, pushed..her down the stairs. Her glass was cracked. Then, she was lying there, out cold. I realized what I had done, I ran down the stairs to check up on her, I thought she was playing, and just sleeping, so I took her to her room, and put her in her bed, blood was dripping down her head, I soon realized, she wasn't sleeping. She was dead. I was scared, she wasn't breathing. I dragged her to the backyard, to a nearby tree, I then saw a rope, which gave me a idea. I tied the rope the the tree, then I put the rope around her neck, so it look like she committed suicide. I ran back inside. And stayed in my room for the rest of the day.

3:00 PM
Papers POV:
I tried looking for oj everywhere, but I couldn't find him. I was worried..I tried checking the backyard, but I saw, pepper, hanging from a tree, with a rope tied to her neck. I didn't realize I was screaming. "OH MY GOD!" I screamed, everyone else checked what was going on, then they saw it too. They were all shocked. What were we supposed to do? There's no point. There's no default, which means no meetings. Oj, you took it too far this time..We just decided to leave the body there. We all sat in the living room, traumatized. There was a dead body there, and there was nothing we could do about it. Default is dead, I guess.  For some reason, I fell at peace, or at least that's what I thought.

6:00 PM
A couple of days later
Lightbulbs POV:
It's been days since the incident, oj is still in his room, there's no food. We all just sat there, bored. Nothing to do, everyone is almost dead, we are starving, until everyone started talking to each other, but I didn't bother. Why was I out of motivation? Why can't I be like them? We are starving. I was thinking, until.. "Hey lightbulb! Can you paint a picture of me and taco please?" Said apple, I guess I could. I set up the canvas, the painting, and the other art supplies. As apple and taco sat on the couch, trying to think of poses. Than, I started painting. I tried to keep steady, but I couldn't really. Everyone else was watching, except oj. I couldn't concentrate, that was weird, I never mess up when I comes to art. I was thinking of something to eat, until, I got it! Apple, taco, they are food, right? But no, that's wrong, I'll just lay it off, but I couldn't, it was stuck in my mind. I couldn't take it anymore. When I finally finished the painting, I suddenly tackled taco and apple. They screamed and yelled, people tried to pull me off, but they couldn't. I started to munch down, it was sweet, yet sour. I started to taste metal, but I didn't care. Everyone watched in horror. When I finished, i just sat there, thinking about what I had did. I went to my room, and washed my self off, why did I do that anyway? But I don't want to end up like oj. I guess I will just brush it off, after all, I will forget about all of it tomorrow, and there I went, drifting off into my mind.

END OF CHAPTER 10
(OMORI REFERENCE? Also, sorry the chapter took so long, I rushed.)