Trash Squad Day 1: Korekiyo

[truthstranger]

[ In Korekiyo's dorm room or something, probably. ]

Alright... I wonder where I should start.

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[justpure]

Fabricated... The outside world...?

[Shuichi can hear his shaky breaths as his arms wrap around his chest.

He tries to reason, but... Nothing solid comes up to refute that. He remembers going to various developed countries in his research and none of them had that level of technology. Not even Japan. There must be an explanation... THERE HAS TO BE SOME EXPLANATION.]

No... No, we've clearly seen at least the Monokumas can be replicated. Didn't you see the chinchillas? And he raccoons! You saw those in person! Surely, the technology exists...!

[THERE HAS TO BE SOME EXPLANATION. HE CAN'T BE A COMPLETE FAKE, RIGHT? RIGHT?!]

[Sister still exists, right? He can feel her...]

[Please let that exist.]

[truthstranger]

It exists here, but this is... something different. A different universe.

[ Though, now that he thinks about it... ]

Though I suppose... it's possible that even if our memories are fiction, there's some universe out there where it really happened.

[ Given... some other people who appear to be here... ]

[justpure]

What...?!

[It's... So much to consider.]

Listen to yourself! Do you even know what you're saying? Are our pasts real or not!?

[truthstranger]

S-Sorry... They're probably not, but I don't really know for sure. In any case, everything we remember or were told is up for doubt. And in the end, I didn't go back to our world, so I don't know the answers.

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[justpure]

THEN WHY ARE YOU TELLING ME THIS--

2/2 sorry about the spoilers...

[justpure]

[He steps back, quickly placing a hand over his mouth before he blurts out anything else.]

[He stays silent for a moment...]

[He mutters to himself. Shuichi should be able to hear a familiar falsetto coming out of his mouth.]

Calm yourself, Korekiyo... You mustn't shout at your peers.

Yes...

[He slowly straightens out, dragging his hand down his face, pulling off his mask. He glares at Shuichi with a face that the detective hasn't seen in a while.]



Now then... What buisness do you have for confusing my brother like that?

[truthstranger]

A...A...Ah.

[ It takes him a while to come up with more than that. Somehow this is even weirder in a dorm room than it was at a class trial. ]

I'm just... telling you what I know.

[justpure]

[Well, of course it's somehow weirder. Her presence is more intimate, here.] [She regards him with a look of scorn.] Is that all you have to say? I've heard you lying before...

[truthstranger]

Why would I lie about this!!

[justpure]

... [That was... A surprisingly good question. But who would we be able to trust here? She remains firm with him.] Were you the only one who lived?

[truthstranger]

...At the end... it was me, Keebo-kun, Harukawa-san, and Yumeno-san. But Keebo-kun self-destructed to destroy the school, and... then I ended up here, along with Harukawa-san.

[justpure]

... Just you and her? [Was he... Honest? It seems unreal.] But what became of dear Yumeno-san?

[truthstranger]

...I'm not sure. She didn't show up at the game with us, and the school was collapsing...

[justpure]

Oh... Where could she be...? [She humbly smirks. Perhaps that dream was achieved after all...] [Yet it wasn't by his hand, was it? And if it wasn't real... He was so much further away...] [Shuichi knows nothing. He doesn't know who he really is.] [And yet...] ... I'm sure she's safe... [That was Kiyo's voice, chiming in with his "Sister's."] As far as we know, that is... And besides, we now know of at least one place that may bring back the dead. Our other classmates. Wherever they are. [Getting dizzy, Shuichi?]

[truthstranger]

[ It takes him a moment to follow all that. ]

Mm. It's true they can bring back the dead, as well as transport people to and from alternate timelines. There are ones where everyone lived... But, we can't go to those without replacing our 'selves'. That's what we learned last time.