[It's... really the end of the survival game. Well, almost. There's only the two of them left now -- two of them in this falling apart world. All it would take to end it is for one of them to kill the other.
It's easy... in theory. There's no fighting left, after all. But...]
[Edward... does not have much time to react, at all. It would be an easy shot, except Edward starts, and trips, falling backwards. He's grazed, still, but alive.
For now.
It happens, sometimes. It's surely happened before, that the first shot didn't do it.]
[It's been about a day and a half since Edward noticed his phone change. Riddles aren't too strange in there, but he didn't write these. And when he solves them, they... predict things. He thought he was losing his mind, at first, but it's consistent. Eerily so.
Like his own personal oracle. Just as cryptic, too.
He's messing around with it in class, today. He's in the very back and no one pays attention to him, anyway, so it's fine if he just hides it behind his book. It's not much longer until school's out, so, really, who cares?
Except... this newest riddle is different. Rather than the usual predictions, this time he sees...
He's done this so many times, but every time he starts anew he always feels...anxious. Like somehow Edward won't be there, even though he's done this so many, many times. So when Edward is there, it's a relief. And Oswald can't help but feel happy because of it, watching Edward fiddle with his phone in the back of the class, flipping open his own diary to read what he's doing, just for fun.
He frowns, however, at the text there. Oh, so it's already starting, is it? Well, it was bound to happen sooner or later and it's really not that surprising that it's the former. Well. At least he's ready to go.]
[Edward, of course, isn't sure what to make of it. The prediction seems to be about a killer, but... it couldn't actually be predicting...
...No, definitely not. It's ridiculous. Even thinking that his phone was predicting the future at all is ridiculous. It's just a coincidence. Surely.
So, once school's out, he gathers his things and just sets out to leave. He's gotta get home in time, after all, or he'll just get in trouble. Walking right past Oswald without so much as a glance.]
[Well, before he can go down too far, there's a hand reaching out to grab his arm, keeping him from face planting, though he's still definitely bent over]
[He blinks as he's caught, not expecting the assist. It definitely prevents him from going down to the floor. He looks up a bit at
is that Oswald Cobblepot]
Oh. Um. T-Thanks...?
[It's a little nervous. Not just because he's very close -- the contact, even just to help him, immediately makes him tense up and want to get out of here -- but also because this is Oswald Cobblepot.
He knows the rumors. He's well aware of them. So this is a little nerve wracking.]
[It's not a good loop. No one's perfect. Inevitably, Oswald was going to slip up, lose sight of Edward at just the wrong time. In a game like this, things just... happen. Not that that's bound to make it feel any better for Oswald when he finds Edward, already gone -- though his diary likely warned him already.
...What follows is... probably not pretty.
But it's fine, right? The one good thing about this situation is that Oswald gets all the redo's he wants. It's just a matter of winning, again, and heading to the next loop.
(it is a) dead end
It's easy... in theory. There's no fighting left, after all. But...]
...I don't think I can do this.
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[...he can't even get the words out.]
There has to be some other way.
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[As if they haven't been.]
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I can't and... and I won't.
I won't do it.
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...I don't know what I expected at this point.
[and he's reaching into his suit jacket to pull out a small handgun and just
moving to fire it at Edward's forehead
practiced and smooth
like he's done it before]
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[Edward... does not have much time to react, at all. It would be an easy shot, except Edward starts, and trips, falling backwards. He's grazed, still, but alive.
For now.
It happens, sometimes. It's surely happened before, that the first shot didn't do it.]
O-Oswald--?
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Oh...you dodged. That hasn't happened before. [that's....new]
...did it change your mind?
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the past is still to come
Like his own personal oracle. Just as cryptic, too.
He's messing around with it in class, today. He's in the very back and no one pays attention to him, anyway, so it's fine if he just hides it behind his book. It's not much longer until school's out, so, really, who cares?
Except... this newest riddle is different. Rather than the usual predictions, this time he sees...
...
What the hell does "DEAD END" even mean?]
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He's done this so many times, but every time he starts anew he always feels...anxious. Like somehow Edward won't be there, even though he's done this so many, many times. So when Edward is there, it's a relief. And Oswald can't help but feel happy because of it, watching Edward fiddle with his phone in the back of the class, flipping open his own diary to read what he's doing, just for fun.
He frowns, however, at the text there. Oh, so it's already starting, is it? Well, it was bound to happen sooner or later and it's really not that surprising that it's the former. Well. At least he's ready to go.]
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...No, definitely not. It's ridiculous. Even thinking that his phone was predicting the future at all is ridiculous. It's just a coincidence. Surely.
So, once school's out, he gathers his things and just sets out to leave. He's gotta get home in time, after all, or he'll just get in trouble. Walking right past Oswald without so much as a glance.]
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Careful there~
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[He blinks as he's caught, not expecting the assist. It definitely prevents him from going down to the floor. He looks up a bit at
is that Oswald Cobblepot]
Oh. Um. T-Thanks...?
[It's a little nervous. Not just because he's very close -- the contact, even just to help him, immediately makes him tense up and want to get out of here -- but also because this is Oswald Cobblepot.
He knows the rumors. He's well aware of them. So this is a little nerve wracking.]
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[He'll uh... just go ahead and reach down then. See if he can find that.]
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This one?
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yandere time
...What follows is... probably not pretty.
But it's fine, right? The one good thing about this situation is that Oswald gets all the redo's he wants. It's just a matter of winning, again, and heading to the next loop.
What now, Oswald?]