This memory takes place in what looks like a music room in a school- if the music room was abandoned and possibly haunted. The pictures on the walls all have glowing eyes, there’s caution tape stretched across the door and papers are tacked up against the chalkboard to spell out ‘P 1’.
The window shatters, and someone leaps through- an older teenager. He’s got a gun and a knife- as well as being shirtless, wearing a cape, and is covered in scars.
“What the-? Who’re you?”
The stranger’s eyes widen- “You’re that guy from the video…”
You’re a little too occupied by sheer confusion to respond to his weirdass comments- “Didn’t you just come falling from up there? What’s going on? Answer me!”
The stranger ignores you.
Again.
“I remember now. You’re the- the ‘Bloodcurdling Beefsteak Emperor’!”
That just pisses you off all the more. “Hell no! C’mon, did you even try to remember my name?”
“So that P-1 Grand Prix thing has already started.” This guy is really starting to get on your nerves. He walks past you towards the door, before stopping, hands hitting the air like there’s a wall. He backtracks to the window he’d come in through, and does the same thing, before turnign back to face you. “...Hey, take off your clothes.”
What.
“Wh-what the hell? How can you just ask that straight out?”
“What’s wrong with that I said? Won’t it be hard to maneuver wearing that?”
“M-maneuver?”
“What are you all flustered for? I’m talking about your jacket. If you don’t wear it right, it’ll get in your way during the fight.”
Oh.
Oh.
“My jacket? Couldn’t you have just said that to begin with? There’s no real meaning behind this, it’s just how I wear it.”
“It’s plain weird.”
“Says the guy who’s half naked except for a cape!”
A tv turns on in the corner, and Teddie appears, berating the stranger and giving you a couple minutes to regain your level head. For a moment there, you’d really thought he’d-
No, head in the game.
“You keep sayin’ the weirdest crap. Guess I’ll just have ta make you leave! Let’s get this started, capey!”
“What, now you’re interested? Alright… Come and get me!”
The rest of the memory is just dumb backtalk, and then you jump the guy, leading into a fight.
Shard 18
Regained: 195, Rotten - Participated
Summary:
This memory takes place in what looks like a music room in a school- if the music room was abandoned and possibly haunted. The pictures on the walls all have glowing eyes, there’s caution tape stretched across the door and papers are tacked up against the chalkboard to spell out ‘P 1’.
The window shatters, and someone leaps through- an older teenager. He’s got a gun and a knife- as well as being shirtless, wearing a cape, and is covered in scars.
“What the-? Who’re you?”
The stranger’s eyes widen- “You’re that guy from the video…”
You’re a little too occupied by sheer confusion to respond to his weirdass comments- “Didn’t you just come falling from up there? What’s going on? Answer me!”
The stranger ignores you.
Again.
“I remember now. You’re the- the ‘Bloodcurdling Beefsteak Emperor’!”
That just pisses you off all the more. “Hell no! C’mon, did you even try to remember my name?”
“So that P-1 Grand Prix thing has already started.” This guy is really starting to get on your nerves. He walks past you towards the door, before stopping, hands hitting the air like there’s a wall. He backtracks to the window he’d come in through, and does the same thing, before turnign back to face you. “...Hey, take off your clothes.”
What.
“Wh-what the hell? How can you just ask that straight out?”
“What’s wrong with that I said? Won’t it be hard to maneuver wearing that?”
“M-maneuver?”
“What are you all flustered for? I’m talking about your jacket. If you don’t wear it right, it’ll get in your way during the fight.”
Oh.
Oh.
“My jacket? Couldn’t you have just said that to begin with? There’s no real meaning behind this, it’s just how I wear it.”
“It’s plain weird.”
“Says the guy who’s half naked except for a cape!”
A tv turns on in the corner, and Teddie appears, berating the stranger and giving you a couple minutes to regain your level head. For a moment there, you’d really thought he’d-
No, head in the game.
“You keep sayin’ the weirdest crap. Guess I’ll just have ta make you leave! Let’s get this started, capey!”
“What, now you’re interested? Alright… Come and get me!”
The rest of the memory is just dumb backtalk, and then you jump the guy, leading into a fight.
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