THIRD TRIAL

[despairection]

[Ashley Blair, the SHSL Witch-in-Training, is dead. She's had her life snuffed out, but how and why? It's a murder both mysterious and menacing.

Portraits of Betrayus and Ashley, depicted in monochrome coloring, stand at their podiums. But more importantly, the courtroom this time is an exact and functional replica of the Eggman Factory. If only for the evidence they'll never be able to move...

Will they be able to use this evidence to find the truth? Or will the culprit's confusing conundrum get the best of them?

10 students remain.]



[Let the class trial in the murder of Ashley Blair...begin.]

 

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[superstylishschism]

[Alastor is silent as the twisted deathtrap plays out, though his hands are still shaking and tears are dripping from his face. This is the third week in a row he's lost someone he cared about because of Monobear's sick game. It has to end. It has to.

When the key flies out, he walks over with carefully measured steps and bends down to pick it up, then gives the darkened stage a glare that could peel paint. Tears are still running down his cheeks and he's gripping the key far too tightly, but he doesn't look scared. Angry, perhaps. Hurt, certainly. But mostly, he just looks disgusted.]

Let's go. We don't need to give him the satisfaction of shouting our frustrations here.

[chaoscontrol]

... What are we to do with her companions? I know she left them to you, but... did she ever tell you what they need?

[superstylishschism]

We've talked to them a bit. I helped her feed them, a while back.

[It feels so long ago now. Staring at the strange red and white balls in his hand, it's hard to believe it was only a month ago.

He's not sure how he can break the news to them, either.]

[chaoscontrol]

[Oh, they probably know. Companions, pets, familiars... they always have a way of knowing, don't they? He feels bad for them. But more than anything, he's angry. Angry at Yomiel, angry at Clair, for choosing this. For choosing to give up because they thought they were weak.

They'd made it this far. They were anything but.

What fools these humans were]

Mm. Best of luck with that.

[superstylishschism]

Let's just...get out of here. I'm sick of looking at this dumb trap.

[And he needs to find something to dry the tears with.]

[chaoscontrol]

[a nod, and Shadow heads toward the door]