1 NEW NOTIFICATION.
"Hm? Oh, hold on. Nene's mother messaged me."
"Her mom? I hope she's fine... she's almost never late to practice."
"I'm sure she is, Emu. I'm more worried about Kasa, though."
"I don't think he's handling his very well...I want him back, I want some of my friends back."
"Hm...I'm sure they wouldn't like you sulking around afterwards, no?" the taller man said, forcing a slight smile onto his face as he pulled out his phone, opening the spam messages, mild concern flooding his body. He opened up the texts, staring, his eyes slightly widening from shock, his mouth somewhat hanging open as he read the urgent messages from his childhood friend's mother.

"Is Nene there? Did she sneak out?"

As he stared more, his eyes fixated on the messages, his fingers scrolled up, fear and worry consuming his being. His fingers rushed to his device's keyboard, slightly fidgeting as he typed in his response.

"No, I assumed she was running late. Why are you asking? Is she not home?" He waited for her mother's response, before slipping his phone in his pocket. He went onto the song that had created the area he stood upon, that had created the rides and animals he would lay his eyes upon, noticing how it felt almost... duller. He turned off the song, forcing his body outside of the sekai, a feeling of almost nausea, illness, going directly to his chest as he sprinted out his front door, leaving footprints in the dying grass he ran across.
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     "Sir- sir, you can't enter yet."

     And his vision turned black. He felt his frail body fall to the ground, pain shooting up his spine, though his consciousness fell down further than the man had, leaving him to rest on the cobblestone ground.

     The multi-hair colored boy sprinted down the paths, ones that led to unused rides, ones covered in garbage and dust alike, running until his breath ran out. He forced his body to continue on, the feeling that he was going to pass out turning his vision and memory into pure fog, desperately running away from guards until he would reach the stage.

     He hid behind a building, slipping in between areas as he approached closer, until he noticed a sight; blood. His vision blurred as he panted, collapsing onto the ground, energy leaving his body. He crawled, the dust-covered path causing dust to form on the palms of his hands as he slowly stood back up, breathing in. He cautiously walked backstage, unease flooding his veins, as he stared, his eyes almost entirely white as they widened, wet drops of tears forming in his eyes.

     The green haired girl lay on the floor, the pool of blood dripping down the steps that led to the area she remained in, one of her arms entirely ripped off, held in the hand of the bot that stood next to her. Chunks of bloody flesh surrounded the corpse, the deactivated bot's arms covered in it.

     The boy's energy left his body, forcing him to the ground as he desperately inched his way towards the young girl's body, nausea filling his body, consuming his existence, refusing him to feel anything else. He could faintly hear footsteps, quick and light ones, screams, sirens. It all blurred together, becoming a pile of some blended memory, as his consciousness slipped away, his vision fading just as quickly as the nausea had arrived.

     He tried to keep his eyes open as long as he could, noticing the crack in the green haired girl's head, bloodstained, blood still dripping out. Even as his vision faded, he could see the silhouette, and the image of blood stained into his eyes as he passed out.
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     He held her head in his arms, desperately trying to keep her in his grasp as they fell into the void, wishing to keep what he had sacrificed so much for, only wanting things to remain the same as they once were. He felt the girl leave his grasp, a force pulling her away, as the boy clawed at the area, trying to pull her back, yet she remained out of reach. They fell eternally, his body sinking lower and lower, falling ever so slowly, until he felt something grab his hand, pulling him further down, its grip so tight he was unable to pull himself away, seeing himself fall further and further away from her. As he looked down, he saw one thing, two white dots, two white dots that held him by his hand, and he felt the coldness from them reach into his bloodstream, forcing the purple haired boy into its eternal grasp.
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WORD COUNT: 819
as much as I like how I described things different, it turned into something horrendous quickly. managed to save it last second with the last chapter though
also sorry that Nene's death wasn't as detailed as Saki's- Akito's wasn't too detailed but yeah, sorry
WORD COUNT including that and this and the numbers: 876
(sorry thought that'd be funny)