Part 15: Decisions

Minor note: this update is potentially

[Music: Riddle and Puzzle]








A few people in the thread noticed this fact already, and used it as reasoning to be as big of a dick as possible.






Santa began to explain.


That was when Junpei realized, there was one thing they all had in common.
In every single combination, (5) and (6) were never on the same team.

In other words, if all 6 people were to move forward, [Junpei and June would be separated]. June and Junpei had been friends when they were kids. He trusted her more than anyone else on the ship. If he chose [7] or [8] he'd be taken away from her.
Was that something he was prepared to do...?
This is... very spurious reasoning at best, and it doesn't really work here either. When we went through Door 5, June wasn't around then and the game didn't make a big song and dance about it so I don't get why it does it now.



Junpei thought hard.

Not only did 3 get more than any other door, it got more than 7 and 8 combined!



Junpei paused.
He swallowed the words he'd been about to say.


[Video: Door 3]

With that, he began walking toward the door. Their curiosity likely getting the better of them, the others followed.
A few of them looked a little suspicious, but Junpei told himself that wouldn't matter. He kept walking and kept silent.
Eventually, they arrived at the number [3] door. Junpei stopped.



He stared at Junpei for a moment, then grunted and laid his palm heavily on the scanner.



The number (7) had been entered into the RED.


Junpei thought about his answer for a moment.




That got them excited. Just as Junpei had intended.



7 + 6 = 13 → 1 + 3 = 4
With those 2 numbers in the RED, Junpei had what he wanted.
He casually placed his own hand on the scanner, and the 3rd asterisk blinked on.













Man, Junpei is so smug here. I complained above, but this more than makes up for it.



[Music: Silence]



Junpei laid his hand almost casually on the lever.
[Music: Unary Game]



Junpei glanced at June.


Well, that and the voices in my head belong to like 70 other people but yeah.

Santa was furious. His face was red, and flecks of spit flew from his lips as he spoke.
Junpei closed his eyes calmly, and then opened them again.







Caught by surprise, Santa froze for a moment, then shot forward like a bullet from a gun.
Lotus had a headstart, but Santa had the advantage in size and speed.
Almost immediately, he passed Lotus and Clover--

Santa did not hesitate.

He slammed his hand down on the RED.


He glared at Junpei, his chest heaving.

Junpei's voice was cold, but not without effort.
He turned to the RED and pulled the lever.

With the sound of metal on metal, the door opened.
It would only remain so for 9 seconds--there was no time to think.

[Video: End]
Junpei and his 3 reluctant companions jumped into the door's gaping mouth, one after another. No sooner did they enter than an all-too-familiar noise sounded from their left wrists.

The detonators had activated.
Junpei looked back only once, and saw Lotus and Clover on the other side of the closing door. They stood still, stopped where they had been when Santa reached the RED.
The defeat and desperation on their faces tore at Junpei's heart. Then the door closed, and they were gone.

Santa rounded on Junpei, lightning crackling in his eyes and his knuckles white.


It hadn't been Junpei that spoke, but Seven.

The clock was ticking. The DEAD was their only chance at survival. Unless they could find it, and deactivate their detonators, the 4 of them would be--

They scattered, and began to scour the room. The Deactivation Device was nowhere to be found.
Corridors stretched out in 3 directions, but every one was blocked off by a wall of metal. There was only one way out.
One other door.

Seven ran for the door, a rusty iron thing. His large hands grabbed hold of the handle and pulled.
The room inside was pitch black. They could see nothing beyond the small patch of light that spilled through the doorway. Junpei stuck his head through the door, and looked around the room. Almost immediately, he spotted the blinking red light on the right wall.



He stopped, and glanced down at his feet. What was--

Junpei felt Seven's heavy hand against his back, and stumbled across the room. The other 3 piled in behind him.

But there was no time to say so.

They all started running. In the dark, it was hard to tell where the wall was. All they could see was the tiny red light, blinking at them over, and over, and over...

In quick succession, they all slammed their hands against the scanner panel.

[Music: Silence]

Seven leaned against the wall, gulping air. As his breathing began to return to normal, he glanced at his left wrist and grunted.

Junpei could hear him laughing in the dark, but could barely make out the larger man's face.

The sound of retching came from Santa's direction.

So desperate had they been in their race to the DEAD that no one had noticed the horrible smell that pervaded the room. It was a terrible, nauseating stench, like burnt and rotten meat.
Adrenaline had drowned it out, but now it rolled over Junpei in waves, forcing itself into his nose with every breath he took.
He felt his stomach clench, and bile rise up in his throat.

The light that spilled in from the door barely illuminated a small switch plate next to the door. Slowly, with the toll of the last few minutes apparent in his gait, Seven walked toward it.
[Sound Bite: Seven's Walk]
He stopped as he got close, and extended his fingers toward the switch. There was a soft click as the lights came on.
It had scarcely faded when another noise pierced the air--a scream.
[Music: Trepidation]

Junpei's breath stopped in his throat.
His heart ceased to beat.
Time froze.
His mind scrambled to make sense of what he saw before him.
What was left of the body sat in a sea of blood. Chunks of flesh, torn from the body, sat in the blood like tiny islands in a great, red sea.
A vast, ragged hole had been torn in the torso, and what remained of his intestines spilled out of it like fresh spaghetti. Smaller chunks of meat had splattered against the wall, and become stuck there as they dried. Globules of yellowish fat had left trails like tiny slugs as gravity pulled them down the wall, even as they dried to it.

Seven's voice was low and strained.

It looked as though the explosion had been quite powerful. His legs were both bent in an odd, unnatural way, and his left arm had split open, exposing the painfully white bone of his ulna.
His bracelet lay next to him. It seemed to have hit the wall hard enough to have shattered the display, which lay on the ground in pieces.
Half of his head had simply collapsed. The blood coating almost made it look like raw pizza dough covered in tomato sauce.

...Well, I guess this answers that lingering question.
They were all familiar to Junpei.

Santa's voice wavered as he spoke, his mouth dry.

Finally, Junpei spoke.


Suddenly June was screaming, her voice broken. It was an eerie scream, full of insanity, and not entirely human.

She shook her head violently, and grabbed fistfulls of her own hair. Junpei could hear the sound of hair tearing.

He grabbed for her wrist--
But as he did, June leapt up, and ran.
Toward the exit--

She screamed at the door, and her fists slammed against it with a hollow sound. Junpei could see drops of blood on her knuckles.

She screamed again, a desperate, mindless cry. Her fists flailed against the door.

Junpei couldn't watch anymore. He ran to June and wrapped his arm around her, pulling the screaming girl away from the door.

She scrambled for a moment, her legs skittering across the floor, but her resistance didn't last long. As suddenly as her outburst had begun, it was over. The manic energy disappeared, and her body went limp in Junpei's arms.
June collapsed toward the floor, and Junpei knelt down with her.
[Music: Silence]
He felt drops of something warm and wet. Was she... crying?
A moment later, she began to sob.
[Music: Imaginary]


Her name was a whisper.

She nodded once.

Her trembling voice pulled at Junpei's heart. He stroked her hair gently. His face was so close to her. The scent of her hair was...nostalgic.


...
...
Several minutes passed before June's tears had dried.
Junpei stood up. He bent down, put his arms under June's and helped her to her feet.


They didn't speak.


Neither did Seven or Santa.
A person was dead. They had died in that room, in a terrible way. Junpei knew there was no way he could make himself forget that.
