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Scene after the end of the battle "The Killer vs Bully" <- (NOTE: Can be reviewed at this link)
Background:
Inside the club’s treehouse, a small but cozy place surrounded by dense foliage, the yellow light hanging from the wooden beams fell on a long table filled with old books, charms, toolboxes, and a few tattered maps. Outside the window, the wind rustled, carrying the salty scent of the distant sea.
Hazel sat alone on a low wooden chair. There was still a faint purple crack on her left horn. Her hands trembled slightly as she wrapped the bandage around her arm, the bruises clearly visible under the light.
She drew a deep breath, tying the last bandage tightly—
“Hazel…?”
The voice was very small, but in this quiet space it felt like a cold touch on her spine.
She turned around quickly.
Edgar stood right behind her, his hand lightly touching the door frame, the sketchbook still clutched to his chest as usual. His face was not angry, not afraid, just filled with worry that Hazel was not used to seeing. For a moment, Hazel’s red eyes behind the mask narrowed… then softened. She bowed her head, catching her breath.
“Edgar… you scared me.”
He stepped closer, his eyes never leaving her wounds.
“When… did you get like this?” His voice was so low it was almost a whisper. “I’ve been looking for you.”
Hazel was about to speak, but hurried footsteps echoed on the wooden stairs.
Akatsuki was the first to appear, followed by Wilbur and Gregory. All three gasped at Hazel’s condition.
“Hazel!?”
“What’s wrong with you!?”
“Don’t tell me RAM—”
Hazel raised her hand to stop him, her voice strangely calm:
“No… nothing happened.”
Gregory narrowed his eyes. “Then who did this to you?”
“Tell me the truth.” Wilbur put his hands on his hips. “You look like you just fought a monster.”
Hazel bowed her head slightly, her hands clasped together as if hiding something behind the silent horizon. She tried to keep her usual smile, but the injured horn throbbed, tilting it slightly. Akatsuki looked at Edgar, as if wanting to ask something but unable to say it. Edgar slowly took another step forward, standing right next to Hazel.
“Where… are you hurt? Is it serious? I… I’m worried.”
Hazel raised her head to look at him, the eyes behind the mask no longer had the cold red light they had when they fought. They trembled very slightly.
“I’m fine.”
She said softly.
“Really.”
But the whole club realized:
No. She was not fine.
Hazel had just put the tape down on the table when Edgar took another half step closer, intending to ask more. But he kept hesitating, his lips moving and then stopping, his eyes evasive as if every word was stuck in his throat.
Wilbur stood beside him, arms crossed, watching the scene with increasing discomfort by the second.
“Oh my god… I can’t take it anymore.”
Before Edgar could react, Wilbur placed both hands on his shoulders, pushing him forward.
“Eh—!”
Edgar staggered… Hazel looked up… and the two of them collided. Edgar accidentally hugged Hazel, and Hazel, surprised, grabbed his shirt to keep from falling. The two of them stood frozen in the middle of the small room, only a few inches apart, their breaths lightly touching.
Both Akatsuki and Gregory stood still for a second.
Gregory covered his face:
“…Um.”
Akatsuki blushed, his mouth only able to say:
“U-ummm…?”
Edgar stammered:
“Hazel… I—! I didn’t mean to—!”
Hazel sat still, eyes wide behind her mask, clearly not expecting this more than anyone else. Wilbur pointed at both of them with a proud look as if he had just solved the world's most pressing problem.
“Finally, let's talk! You two keep looking back and forth like you're on TV!”
Then his voice dropped, his eyes sharpening as if there was fire in them.
“I don't know what that RAM bastard did,” Wilbur gritted his teeth, clenching his fists, “but I'm going to rip his head off.”
He tossed his hair back, turned dramatically, and headed down the wooden stairs.
Clank—clack—clack.
The treehouse door closed behind him. Akatsuki covered his face, Gregory sighed, and Edgar and Hazel remained standing… a little too close, still unable to separate from the sudden push. There was silence for a moment.
Hazel said softly, her voice as small as the wind:
“…Edgar… you’ve been hugging me for too long.”
A long time later:
The Paper School hallway was crowded but noisy in the usual way: students walking around, lockers clacking, voices spreading like flowing water. In the middle of the crowd, RAM was leaning against the wall, the TV screen above his head flashing smugly. He was telling Basilous about “yesterday’s exploits” to a handsome guy with white hair and a confident smile… but his personality was not much different from RAM’s. If RAM was the loud bully type, Basilous was the effeminate, slippery type but equally annoying.
Two fangirls were standing on either side, holding Basilous’s arms, laughing and taking pictures with him.
RAM laughed loudly, raising his hands to simulate a fight scene:
“—and that girl flew into the wall! See? Those clubs are weak!”
Basilous laughed:
“Yeah, yeah, that sounds cool. Wait a minute, let me pose a bit—”
Click!
Click!
Fangirl kept clicking away, almost glowing with excitement.
And RAM was lost in his endless boasting.
At the same time, outside the school gate.
Wilbur was walking quickly, his face as dark as a storm.
The sunlight shone on his thin but angular face, highlighting his red eyes with anger and… something deeper than anger.
In Wilbur’s mind, the hazy image of a man returned. The man who always knelt down to tie his shoelaces when he was young. The man who taught him how to hold a knife, how to defend himself, how to not abandon his friends when they were in danger.
A face covered in white mist.
An unclear voice.
A sudden disappearance that tore Wilbur’s childhood in two.
“You bastard…”
He muttered, clenching his fists.
“…disappeared for decades. Left me with two foster parents who always argued. If I see you again, I swear I’ll punch you.”
Wilbur kicked the school door hard.
BAM!
The door slammed into the wall, shaking so hard that the whole hallway turned to look.
His tall, thin figure, his messy hair falling over his eyes like darkness.
The whole hallway suddenly fell silent.
Wilbur took a deep breath, looking straight at RAM.
“RAM!”
RAM stopped, the screen flickering.
“Huh??”
Wilbur pointed at him, his voice thunderous:
“You! You. Bastard!”
Without further warning, Wilbur charged forward, his speed like a black streak.
Before RAM could react, Wilbur’s hand had grabbed the cold metal part of his neck below the wire and squeezed hard.
The sound of metal screeching.
The two fangirls screamed and ran away.
Basilous frowned at the interruption of his “shining” session.
“Tch… so annoying.”
He pulled out a knife from his pocket and spun it around.
“RAM, take this. Hit him properly.”
He threw the knife straight at RAM.
The knife spun in the air.
RAM jerked free from Wilbur’s hand and caught the knife with his black claws.
The TV screen flashed into a twisted smile icon.
“Very good. Today I’ll LET YOU LIE ON THE FLOOR!”
The hallway parted.
Many students screamed, many backed away in fear, some took out their phones to film. Wilbur clenched his fists. RAM held the knife. The two angrily charged at each other.
"And beware of the chaotic bully, RAM..." - RAM. Use knife:
"My goddamn adoptive parents are fighting over old history again" - Wilbur: 3 Vote
RULE:
Background:
Inside the club’s treehouse, a small but cozy place surrounded by dense foliage, the yellow light hanging from the wooden beams fell on a long table filled with old books, charms, toolboxes, and a few tattered maps. Outside the window, the wind rustled, carrying the salty scent of the distant sea.
Hazel sat alone on a low wooden chair. There was still a faint purple crack on her left horn. Her hands trembled slightly as she wrapped the bandage around her arm, the bruises clearly visible under the light.
She drew a deep breath, tying the last bandage tightly—
“Hazel…?”
The voice was very small, but in this quiet space it felt like a cold touch on her spine.
She turned around quickly.
Edgar stood right behind her, his hand lightly touching the door frame, the sketchbook still clutched to his chest as usual. His face was not angry, not afraid, just filled with worry that Hazel was not used to seeing. For a moment, Hazel’s red eyes behind the mask narrowed… then softened. She bowed her head, catching her breath.
“Edgar… you scared me.”
He stepped closer, his eyes never leaving her wounds.
“When… did you get like this?” His voice was so low it was almost a whisper. “I’ve been looking for you.”
Hazel was about to speak, but hurried footsteps echoed on the wooden stairs.
Akatsuki was the first to appear, followed by Wilbur and Gregory. All three gasped at Hazel’s condition.
“Hazel!?”
“What’s wrong with you!?”
“Don’t tell me RAM—”
Hazel raised her hand to stop him, her voice strangely calm:
“No… nothing happened.”
Gregory narrowed his eyes. “Then who did this to you?”
“Tell me the truth.” Wilbur put his hands on his hips. “You look like you just fought a monster.”
Hazel bowed her head slightly, her hands clasped together as if hiding something behind the silent horizon. She tried to keep her usual smile, but the injured horn throbbed, tilting it slightly. Akatsuki looked at Edgar, as if wanting to ask something but unable to say it. Edgar slowly took another step forward, standing right next to Hazel.
“Where… are you hurt? Is it serious? I… I’m worried.”
Hazel raised her head to look at him, the eyes behind the mask no longer had the cold red light they had when they fought. They trembled very slightly.
“I’m fine.”
She said softly.
“Really.”
But the whole club realized:
No. She was not fine.
Hazel had just put the tape down on the table when Edgar took another half step closer, intending to ask more. But he kept hesitating, his lips moving and then stopping, his eyes evasive as if every word was stuck in his throat.
Wilbur stood beside him, arms crossed, watching the scene with increasing discomfort by the second.
“Oh my god… I can’t take it anymore.”
Before Edgar could react, Wilbur placed both hands on his shoulders, pushing him forward.
“Eh—!”
Edgar staggered… Hazel looked up… and the two of them collided. Edgar accidentally hugged Hazel, and Hazel, surprised, grabbed his shirt to keep from falling. The two of them stood frozen in the middle of the small room, only a few inches apart, their breaths lightly touching.
Both Akatsuki and Gregory stood still for a second.
Gregory covered his face:
“…Um.”
Akatsuki blushed, his mouth only able to say:
“U-ummm…?”
Edgar stammered:
“Hazel… I—! I didn’t mean to—!”
Hazel sat still, eyes wide behind her mask, clearly not expecting this more than anyone else. Wilbur pointed at both of them with a proud look as if he had just solved the world's most pressing problem.
“Finally, let's talk! You two keep looking back and forth like you're on TV!”
Then his voice dropped, his eyes sharpening as if there was fire in them.
“I don't know what that RAM bastard did,” Wilbur gritted his teeth, clenching his fists, “but I'm going to rip his head off.”
He tossed his hair back, turned dramatically, and headed down the wooden stairs.
Clank—clack—clack.
The treehouse door closed behind him. Akatsuki covered his face, Gregory sighed, and Edgar and Hazel remained standing… a little too close, still unable to separate from the sudden push. There was silence for a moment.
Hazel said softly, her voice as small as the wind:
“…Edgar… you’ve been hugging me for too long.”
A long time later:
The Paper School hallway was crowded but noisy in the usual way: students walking around, lockers clacking, voices spreading like flowing water. In the middle of the crowd, RAM was leaning against the wall, the TV screen above his head flashing smugly. He was telling Basilous about “yesterday’s exploits” to a handsome guy with white hair and a confident smile… but his personality was not much different from RAM’s. If RAM was the loud bully type, Basilous was the effeminate, slippery type but equally annoying.
Two fangirls were standing on either side, holding Basilous’s arms, laughing and taking pictures with him.
RAM laughed loudly, raising his hands to simulate a fight scene:
“—and that girl flew into the wall! See? Those clubs are weak!”
Basilous laughed:
“Yeah, yeah, that sounds cool. Wait a minute, let me pose a bit—”
Click!
Click!
Fangirl kept clicking away, almost glowing with excitement.
And RAM was lost in his endless boasting.
At the same time, outside the school gate.
Wilbur was walking quickly, his face as dark as a storm.
The sunlight shone on his thin but angular face, highlighting his red eyes with anger and… something deeper than anger.
In Wilbur’s mind, the hazy image of a man returned. The man who always knelt down to tie his shoelaces when he was young. The man who taught him how to hold a knife, how to defend himself, how to not abandon his friends when they were in danger.
A face covered in white mist.
An unclear voice.
A sudden disappearance that tore Wilbur’s childhood in two.
“You bastard…”
He muttered, clenching his fists.
“…disappeared for decades. Left me with two foster parents who always argued. If I see you again, I swear I’ll punch you.”
Wilbur kicked the school door hard.
BAM!
The door slammed into the wall, shaking so hard that the whole hallway turned to look.
His tall, thin figure, his messy hair falling over his eyes like darkness.
The whole hallway suddenly fell silent.
Wilbur took a deep breath, looking straight at RAM.
“RAM!”
RAM stopped, the screen flickering.
“Huh??”
Wilbur pointed at him, his voice thunderous:
“You! You. Bastard!”
Without further warning, Wilbur charged forward, his speed like a black streak.
Before RAM could react, Wilbur’s hand had grabbed the cold metal part of his neck below the wire and squeezed hard.
The sound of metal screeching.
The two fangirls screamed and ran away.
Basilous frowned at the interruption of his “shining” session.
“Tch… so annoying.”
He pulled out a knife from his pocket and spun it around.
“RAM, take this. Hit him properly.”
He threw the knife straight at RAM.
The knife spun in the air.
RAM jerked free from Wilbur’s hand and caught the knife with his black claws.
The TV screen flashed into a twisted smile icon.
“Very good. Today I’ll LET YOU LIE ON THE FLOOR!”
The hallway parted.
Many students screamed, many backed away in fear, some took out their phones to film. Wilbur clenched his fists. RAM held the knife. The two angrily charged at each other.
"And beware of the chaotic bully, RAM..." - RAM. Use knife:
"My goddamn adoptive parents are fighting over old history again" - Wilbur: 3 Vote
RULE:
- Both start 10 feet apart and SBA applied.
- Equalized speed.
- The battle takes place in Paper School.
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