JUST FUCK ME UP

[greatestcool]

Private post for all things Silver and Ryuunosuke. Because I like pain.

idk maybe I'll make this prettier some day, don't get your hopes up though

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[feistytrader]

[Silver is not doing well.

He made an absolute spectacle out of himself on the first day, setting the tone for plenty of others by yelling a lot about how none of them can trust each other and this is a competition, so getting along with anyone is pointless. He pointed a few fingers at people who actually tried to reach out to him, saying that they could easily be working for that mastermind guy, which got him a lot of grief.

So the second day, he decided against talking to anyone at all; he simply ignored the fact that he couldn't sleep at all and tried to look around for anything useful all day. And, well, now it's the second night- or the third morning, depending on how you want to count it- and he hasn't found anything useful, but he has gotten some sweet rolls, a boxed lunch, and... a weird vibrating doll out of the vending machine.

And now he's sitting out in the hallway, staring down the kitchen door that's locked and munching on some of those rolls, because it's not like he's getting any sleep tonight either, and he's almost as hungry as he is lonely.

But he doesn't need anyone. He's fine on his own.

Maybe.]

[greatestcool]

[Ryuunosuke's reaction to being kidnapped and put in a murder game probably shouldn't be to find the whole thing cool, but he's been bored with murder lately and this seems like the best way to change things up. He even managed to keep from yelling GREATEST COOL when the Mastermind introduced himself, so clearly this is going to be fun.

Unfortunately no one has killed yet and that's sort of disappointing. He's spent his time in here stealing knives whenever no one's looking and trying to talk to people, but he doesn't find anything interesting so far. It's late enough at night that he figures he can wander the building without being bothered and he was going to shove some more coins in that machine but...

Well, he's not alone.]

What are you doing up this late?

[It's not really late for Ryuunosuke, but most people don't run on serial killer sleep schedules.

He recognizes this guy, of course. He's probably going to be the first one to die. If there was a betting pool, Ryuunosuke's money would be on this one. If he doesn't kill anyone, he's absolutely going to be killed because he's paranoid and that's not good for anyone actually trying to play the game properly.]

[feistytrader]

[...That's... Ryuunosuke was his name, right? His title was Pretentious, and he likes "sculpting," which was in quotes for some reason.

Silver looks him over for a moment, then quietly holds out his bag of sweet rolls.]

I can't sleep.

[feistytrader]

[The first case sucked.

Someone stole Silver's jacket, cut it up, and planted it as evidence in a murder; the group collectively believed it outside of Ryuunosuke, and after Silver and Ryuunosuke argued against twenty seven people for a while, a few people gradually realized that yes, it's not likely that this kid could have pulled off this type of murder, and they eventually found the real culprit.

And then an after party was gathered, which Silver immediately ignored in favor of his room, because he's not feeling particularly charitable after getting accused of murdering, lying, and twenty other things about his character and motivations for the better part of the morning.

But eventually, he wanders out of his room, and he has but one destination in mind, and that's Ryuunnosuke's room. He stands in front of it for a while, but he does eventually knock on his door.]

[greatestcool]

[The door isn't shut all the way and knocking on it will get it to open a bit. Ryuunosuke's at the desk, writing something while he absently picks at the food someone in the group prepared. He didn't care who. He didn't really pay attention.

(Though really, that would be the quickest way to kill everyone. Make food for everyone and poison it. They'd all fall for it.)

He glances up when he hears the door open and sets his notes aside.]

Oh, hey, Silver. How are you doing?

[He doesn't seem bothered at all by the fact that someone died, they investigated the body, the trial happened, and the murderer was executed for it.]

[feistytrader]

I'm...

[God damn miserable, actually. That was awful. That was awful, and it's going to happen again, and it might be less awful next time, or maybe someone will get murdered in a more gruesome way, like it wasn't hard enough to look at this time-]

Thank you. For defending me.

[He tugs nervously at his gloves and can't manage to stand still.]

[greatestcool]

[The second trial is a shitshow. Not because anyone tried to frame Silver and not because everyone failed to figure out what happened. It was a shitshow because everyone knew and no one said anything.

The culprit was a cute girl, someone everyone seemed to like. No one wanted to point it out, even though it was obvious from the moment they set foot in the courtroom. What had happened had been an accident (according to her) and for some reason everyone is really sad about her death.

Ryuunosuke doesn't understand. Even if she accidentally tripped that guy down the stairs, he still died. By the rules of the game she's still a murderer. She obviously got him killed and was executed for it. He doesn't see why everyone's still so upset.

He was the one who initially pointed her out and while some of them had resisted, eventually they'd all given in and agreed it had to have been her. There wasn't anyone else it could be and they were "forced" to send her to her death.

(Despite the fact that they chose her name. The situation might have called for it, but it was their decision to pick her title from the lineup.)

He doesn't understand at all and after he's snagged something to eat, he holes himself up in his room. The door is slightly open so Silver can enter whenever he wants, but he's not expecting to see him right away. Ryuunosuke has made a mess of this and he's not sure how he's going to explain it away.]

[feistytrader]

[Silver didn't really do much better.

Sure, he could understand why it's... Objectively upsetting to send someone to their death because of an accident, but he's not upset by it. Maybe it's because she was a stranger, maybe it's because he just doesn't like everyone, or maybe it's because she still denied what she did and tried to hide it, knowing full well that that would put everyone's lives in danger.

But he was quiet, for the most part; he agreed with Ryuunosuke pretty readily, he pointed out the evidence, but otherwise he kept his mouth shut and his opinions to himself, because if they want to be sad about a girl who made a mistake and played with their lives, that's on them.

He still hates them and has no inclination to go to their afterparties- which are really kind of morbid if you ask him- so after a quick trip to the kitchen, he makes his way to Ryuunosuke's room.

He has eggs. ...And rice! That's a little variety. He pushes the door closed and offers a plate over to Ryuunosuke.]

Here.

[greatestcool]

[Ryuunosuke looks up when the door opens, though he's quick to return to his notes and finish whatever he was writing before setting them away. He's not as worried about Silver seeing them now; he's fairly sure Silver can't read Chinese anyway.]

Oh, thanks.

[He takes the offered plate with a nod and digs in, because why the hell wouldn't he, he loves food.]

Are you alright?

[The question is a familiar one - they all ask each other that even though it's the dumbest thing to ask in his opinion. But apparently that's normal and he's going to have to try really hard to pretend to be normal now.]

[feistytrader]

[Someone that everyone liked- or at least, didn't think deserved to be murdered- was killed this week. He was as young as Silver, the murder was absolutely brutal, and the tension was obvious in the courtroom from the first fucking moment everyone stepped in. Of course, everyone tried to keep it together, up until they found the person responsible who was entirely unapologetic about the entire thing.

And then everyone went a little nuts; some people were furious and called them a monster, others tried desperately to get a real reason out of the guy... And then there was the half or so of the courtroom that was entirely too excited to see this guy's blood. Some had their mood decidedly dampened at the equally brutal execution, but Silver certainly wasn't one of them. As far as he was concerned, that guy got what he deserved, and there wasn't any sense in wasting time or energy over it.

Silver still has no interest in the afterparties, but he does sneak into this one to grab some of the baked goods that were made before making a beeline for Ryuunosuke's room and knocking- even if the door's probably a little open as usual.

There are so many god damn cookies.]

[greatestcool]

[The door is open as always. Ryuunosuke's busy with his notes again, but he's still obviously wound up from the trial given how he can't seem to keep still. His eyes are still dead, but his expression looks genuinely pleased.

This has nothing to do with the victim. Sure, they were a kid and that apparently made everyone sad, but it had everything to do with the show the murderer put on. They were brilliant! They were fun! The entire trial was a blast and he hasn't enjoyed himself like this in a long time.

(The dreams he's had have been more fun, but they are just dreams, right?)

He glances up when the door opens and tries to control his expression a bit better.]

Hey. Oh, you brought cookies?

[That sounds great, actually. It's not like he needs the sugar right now, but he does like cookies.]

[feistytrader]

I stole some from the party. Knock yourself out.

[No seriously, that is an absolutely absurd amount of cookies, and you know he might get some shit for taking so many, but he doesn't care. He's passing them to Ryuunosuke, closing the door, and sitting on his bed.

...Leaning back on his bed.

God damn, he can't relax, so it's back to a seated position again.]

You're in a good mood.

[feistytrader]

[Silver wakes up the next morning no less than freaked the fuck out; he never actually explains what happened in his dream but the fact of the matter is that it shook him up badly enough that it took the next couple of days for him to calm down.

And right as he started to calm down, their motive came up; they were each handed a piece of paper with their secrets written upon them and Silver went white as a god damn sheet.

He actually goes to his own room for a while; he scarcely spends time in there and most of his stuff is accumulated in Ryuu's room at this point... After a trip to the vending machine- with some good news, he finally got Sneasel's god damn Pokéball, even if Sneasel is a Weavile now- he and his buddy make their way to Ryuunosuke's room and knock.

Buddy?]

[greatestcool]

[Secrets. That's an interesting motive. He wonders what the others have written in their envelopes. They probably don't have anything as terrible as what he has.

"Ryuunosuke Uryuu is a serial killer. He killed his entire family before arriving here."
He's in his room, the door closed while he tries to figure out what to do with this. It's likely that someone will kill and their secrets won't be revealed. But if no one dies he's going to be in trouble.

It's almost exciting, strangely enough.

The knock on his door gets him to head over and open it, tipping his head at Silver and his new friend.]

Hey, who's this?

[Presumably one of Silver's Pokémon...?]

[feistytrader]

...This is Snea- uh, Weavile? This is Weavile.

[What's up, stranger! Weavile's not in the best mood right now because he's been in a machine for weeks and his trainer's a mess, but he tries to keep it casual.]

Weavile, this is Ryuu. He's my friend.

[feistytrader]

[It was stupid to worry about the motive.

Two people were worried enough to kill over it, and both of them killed two people. It took hours, but they finally managed to figure things out. Some people threw out more of the monster business, others were too exhausted, but at the end of the day- and damn is it the end of the day, it's night time when they get back- six people are dead and more than a third of them are gone now.

Most people are too tired for the usual afterparty, and, well, Silver is one of them, not that he ever shows up in the first place; he once again steals cookies from the damn after party, then makes his way to Ryuu's room.

He hesitates to knock or push open the door. It's different this time. Ryuu is a serial killer, and he enjoys this. He's probably having the time of his life right now.

Well, he can deal with it, and he wearily makes his way into Ryuu's room anyway.]

[greatestcool]

[This is what he was hoping a murder game would be like. So much bloodshed and drama and betrayal! It's wonderful. And best of all, his secret didn't get out!

...But he would have been able to show off his bloodthirsty side if it had, which is a bit of a disappointment. Instead he had to stand there at his podium and try not to noticeably vibrate too much. It was so cool though.

He's writing when the door opens and he looks up with a grin. The expression doesn't reach his eyes, but it never does.]

Hey, Silver! How are you?

[HE'S PEACHY, THANKS FOR ASKING!!]

[feistytrader]

[Oh he was not prepared for this at all.]

...Aren't you tired?

[Even a little bit tired, maybe?

No?

Silver goes to lay down in his blanket pile on the floor, and Weavile's quick to join him.]

[greatestcool]

[Ryuunosuke wanted to believe that the dreams he's been having are just that: dreams. But the longer this goes on and the more strange ones he has, he's adapted to the idea that they really are memories.

Of course that's not very helpful now.

He wakes up suddenly and immediately his hands go to his stomach, expecting to see the same bright, beautiful color from the dream—]

Ahh...

[He already knows he doesn't have a scar, but he checks anyway. There's nothing there. There isn't anything on his forehead either. This whole time he's been dead. None of it's mattered, because he's been dead from the very start.

Ryuunosuke holds out his right hand, staring at the back of it thoughtfully. That's why he doesn't have the mark anymore, right? This explains everything. When he laughs it's soft and lacking any sort of humor.]

This whole time...

[feistytrader]

[Silver's dream finally strings things together; everything makes sense up to... Well, where his first dream was, which leaves him wondering what happens next.

But he doesn't wonder that half as hard as he wonders what the hell is going on with Ryuu when he wakes up. This whole time?]

This whole time what?

[He's not sure how he feels about that look on his face...]

[greatestcool]

I'm dead.

[He laughs again, the sound louder and higher-pitched, bordering on manic.]

This whole time I've been dead. What was the point in bringing me here? I'm dead.

[He runs his hands through his hair and shakes his head.]

[feistytrader]

[The next week goes by without much incident. Three more are dead, which puts the number at thirteen now. More than half of them are dead, but who's counting? The cases are starting to melt together in his head; he made a good decision, caring only about Ryuu. There's less to get hurt about, and the bodies and executions don't affect him as much as they used to.

So that night isn't a problem. Silver sleeps soundly, has another one of those dreams, and the next morning is where the problems start.

He's not up quickly and rushing to go somewhere, he doesn't look disturbed or scared or angry or shaken. Which... sounds like a good thing in theory, except for the fact that every week before this has started with at least some of that, and now?

Now there's just a calm silence, and the only indicator that Silver's even awake is the fact that he waves his hand in front of his face a few times.]

[greatestcool]

[The last pieces of his memories have fallen together, though he doesn't really care about what happened in Fuyuki anymore.

(Bluebeard is probably dead. That's why he's missing the mark on his hand, isn't it? That's... something. He thinks it kind of hurts, in a way? He doesn't want to think about it.)

He rolls over after a moment to look at Silver and uh... well. That's new.]

...What are you doing?

[greatestcool]

[Thursdays are never fun days. Sure, someone dies late at night and it would be cool to see that happen, but that would involve leaving the room and Ryuunosuke is pretty sure Silver would have a heart attack. Or maybe he's just slap Ryuunosuke again.

The good thing about this Thursday is that they finally have access to an art studio! It's not a particularly nice room (the decor is just as ugly and boring as the rest of the Vault) but it's got surprisingly high-quality paint and canvases and Ryuunosuke has spent most of his day in here working. He's got several canvases set aside already - one where he's been testing colors and another he's finished that looks like the most technicolor forest ever to fall out of someone's head - but the one he's working on now is darker and something he's actually taking seriously.

He's humming to himself as he works and he seems to be in a damn good mood, though as usual it doesn't reach his eyes.]

[feistytrader]

[Silver... Isn't an artist, not by a long shot. He lacks the creativity for it- or maybe he's simply never tried- but either way, the only thing he has any real interest in drawing is something practical. ...At least until he gets bored enough. And he just might, because he's finished his practical drawing.

...Drawings. They're maps of each of the floors. A few details might be missing, but he's pretty sure he got everything, and...

Dear god, what is Ryuunosuke painting. That first one is... You know what, no, that's exactly what he'd expect out of Ryuunosuke. And the second one, well...]

What are you painting?

[Is he just making stuff up? ...The technicolor forest is definitely something made up. ...Or maybe it isn't? Maybe Ryuunosuke's world has weird technicolor forests?]