018 • Kinomoto Touya('s monster) • [In Person]

[another-dayjob.livejournal.com]

[Anyone going to the bathroom this morning will be faced with a conundrum. Upon entering the room the victim will feel like they are being watched. Should they ignore this and continue into one of the stalls the feeling will only get worse. Then, they will become very aware that something is in the room with them. They might hear scratching. They might hear moaning. And soon they'll see her. She'll crawl over the stall to find you, this strange teenage girl. And once she does, she will attack you. She might be crying, sobbing gently to herself, she might be screaming, but she will claw and grab at you. If she gets you she will attempt to drown you in the toilet.

She doesn't look exactly like the picture, her head lolls disturbingly, as if she has no bones in her neck. She does, but they are broken beyond repair. And with her murderer gone she will kill you instead.

Should they investigate before locking themselves in a stall she will most likely hide unless you call out Hanako-san or her real name, Makoto]

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[controlstheice.livejournal.com]

All right, whoever is in here please make themselves known

[another-dayjob.livejournal.com]

[There's no answer. But if he looks quickly he might see a bright red eye staring from the crack in the stall door... or did you see it? It vanishes as quickly as it appears.]

[controlstheice.livejournal.com]

[another-dayjob.livejournal.com]

[Once he opens her stall Makoto grabs him and drags him in. Her neck cracks and lolls uselessly from side to side as she squeezes his. Her long talon-like nails dig into his throat cutting the skin.]

Get away! Get away! Get away!

[controlstheice.livejournal.com]

[another-dayjob.livejournal.com]

[While she herself did not get cold nor did she depend on traction. It's the traction and the suddenness of his actions that startles her. She screams and tries to force his head into the toilet.]

DROWN!!

[controlstheice.livejournal.com]

That wasn't very nice.

[another-dayjob.livejournal.com]

[Her claw are still deep in his throat. She attempts to slam his head against the porcelain.]

[controlstheice.livejournal.com]

[another-dayjob.livejournal.com]

[She is not used to be overpowered but her hand is peeled away from his throat. She lets out another bone chilling shriek]

[controlstheice.livejournal.com]

Crazy ghost.

[another-dayjob.livejournal.com]

[She slinks over the wall of the stall disappearing from view]

[b-isforbetter.livejournal.com]

[B watches from next to a toilet, chewing a thumb nail patiently. He's taking in the sobbing girl's movements. When he speaks, it is in a slightly Kansai-accented Japanese.]

Hanako-san? Come out and talk to me.

[another-dayjob.livejournal.com]

[A blood red eye peers out at him from the crack between the door and stall. Lightning quickly the door slams opened and a white arm shoots out, grabbing B by the throat and dragging him into the stall.]

[b-isforbetter.livejournal.com]

[B goes quite limp as he is dragged into the stall by the throat. But before Hanako can get to the toilet, B's hand shoots out and grabs her wrist, twisting hard in one swift movement. The force of B's movement has been known to break people's wrists.]

[another-dayjob.livejournal.com]

[There is a shattering sound but her grip doesn't change. Her neck creaks and her head swings from side to side limply on her shattered neck. She fights with particular fervor because B is just another one. Just another man, teasing her, hurting her, taunting her, calling her by the wrong name. Makoto's grip only gets stronger and her long nails break the skin on his neck]

[b-isforbetter.livejournal.com]

[Nope, B isn't going to pull out her real name just yet; he's going to save that. He can feel the sharp pain of Hanako's nails in his neck, and see the toilet getting close. Not that it would particularly bother him to die again, but he has a lot to do,and he does not want to wait a few days to come back to life.

Aside from the arm on her wrist, B's body is still quite limp. But now he turns his head to the side so that he is facing her thumb - and bites. Very, very hard. Hm, so this is what the risen dead tastes like.]

[another-dayjob.livejournal.com]

[With a blood curdling scream she retracts her hand, skittering backwards.]

[b-isforbetter.livejournal.com]

[And like a contortionist, B spins around without moving his feet, grabbing Hanako's wrists and holding them in a bone-crushing grasp to pin her against the well.]

[another-dayjob.livejournal.com]

[She stammers, struggles, screams, begging him to let her go. Her neck cracks and rolls back and forth]

[b-isforbetter.livejournal.com]

[B has her pinned by both wrists; she can kick, but she can't possibly get free now. He leans close to her.]

I know who you are, Makoto-san.

[another-dayjob.livejournal.com]

[Her broken neck creaks as she tries to lift her head. Her eyes are huge and scared. Her breathing is even more ragged than usual. She screams wordlessly, bone-chillingly, struggling lamely in his grip]

[b-isforbetter.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't move nor allow her to escape. He leans close, looking almost kindly.]

What happened to you, Matoko-san? Who broke your neck and crushed your throat like that?

[another-dayjob.livejournal.com]

[She twitches and twists away from him, tears well in those yellowy eyes.]

Stopitstopitstopit! Let me go!

[b-isforbetter.livejournal.com]

[One hand comes off of her shoulder, but even faster than Matoko can move, it as at her crushed throat, crushing it once again into the wall. B's expecting some ghostly PTSD to aid him here.]

Tell me, Matoko-san, and I'll let you go.