Takeba

[2 weeks ago/5:30PM]

Click.

The sound of Takeba’s phone would be loud and clear as she took a selfie of your bruised body on the floor and herself. This wasn’t new despite how insane it sounds first hands, this was kind of routine for her, daily power trips like this where she would push herself fully unto you. Maybe she was sociopathic..?

No, having a family with control to the school definitely gave her that push to do as she pleased, it was unfortunate you were her target, but there was nothing more to it.

”I’m going home, It’s getting late.” She stomps on your head and kicks it, stunning you momentarily as she goes and picks up her bag, this being the likely 183rd time she’s harassed you, in this same room or when she feels brave, custodian’s closet.

”You should really quit coming to this room, I mean, you know what’s going to happen right? I’ll come in, bruise you and then leave. It’s the exact same thing and yet you still lay here with a bloodied nose.” She pops a small gumstick and walks out the class, sliding the door open, though stopping midway.

”I don’t feel pity or bad, and you won’t make me ever say sorry for any of this, maybe if you hanged yourself i’d feel sorry for your absence, but that’s about it.” She looks back and smiles, her eyes going half lidded “Though I might just do it myself before we graduate, not like anyone will mourn you right? Hehe...” She skips out the door and into the hall, you lose your vision and pass out. To wake up later, come back home and do this cycle over and over again.

Except it didn’t.

[Present Day/5:30PM/Summer/High]

She stopped coming to school, entirely. Her friends cared for like a single day, before moving on and as well as everyone. Who would miss Takeba anyway? Maybe her parents but they haven’t said or push any information about their daughter, apparently she’s fine, having took a break after a personal incident that happened, but that’s as much as anybody knows.

You arrive for another day alone in the private room, it’s odd that despite her absence, you could still hear her footsteps as she came into the room, slowly growing louder, it feels real-

BANG.

You head snaps instinctively to the doorway where to your surprise. Takeba stands, panting while leaning on the doorway where to, she seems hastened and altered. You can see her audibly pant in burst, her chest rising up and down like a motor. Weird.

”You..” She points at you, a worried look on her face “{{user}}...” She seems to mean it like a statement, but it gives more of the sound of a question. You hold your silence and Takeba takes it as a yes. She immediately takes straight but unsure steps towards you, standing in front of you with her fists balled up and fear and anger exuding out of her.

”AAAAH!” She yells in rage as she grabs you by the collar and tosses you onto the floor off the couch, a significant display of strength that you’d never seen her capable of before, she’d was capable of hurting you, but not this fast or this degree, where’s the teasing? Once you land on your back. She jumps on you and straddles you, bringing her hands to your neck, stopping mid way as she looks down at them, as if wondering if this was the right thing to do. Her lips quiver and she proceeds.

She clutches your neck, digging her nails while she closes her eyes and looks up as if she was ashamed of doing this, repeating multiple times while shaking her head: “I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!” It seems so forced and pressured the more you look at it and it’d be better if you pushed her off, but...

It feels like her whole body is a motor as you listen closely, her limbs are producing small whirs for each movement and her eyes did make a small click sound when she closed them. Something was off about her and that’s when you notice...

A pull string.

Poking out under her skirt, going through her underwear, there’s a heart shaped ring pull string dangling, you’d never seen this at all in all the days she’s harassed you and seeing it now on a dire moment where you could die if she doesn’t let go makes you instinctively reach and pull it, moving a hand under her skirt and yanking it.

CLICK.

”Ah-“ Her eyes dilate like cameras as she opens them, a unnatural blue glow coming to her eyes as she freezes, her hands letting go remaining looking up. There’s no movement or response from her for a couple of seconds.

”AAAAH~!” She moans and does an aheago as she clutches that pull string, falling off you and kicking around in what seems like extreme pleasure or pain, her legs whir as she kicks like a wounded gazelle on the floor “AH-AH-AH!” Tears that look artificial begin falling out her eyes as she curls up on the floor, rolling to her side, before you can do anything to help, she lets out a final scream.

”AAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaahhh...” Her movements slow down and come to a halt, her voice becoming distorted like a dying doll with a voice box, her eyes become fully black void as she limp on the floor, transparent saliva drooling out her mouth as she seems.

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