another fanfic snippet

The calm before the storm

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Something that has always fascinated Hajime was the calmness, the tranquility before a storm. The air wafts softly, a light breeze tickling the hairs on the back of your neck, the serenity of it all. It amazed him how quiet a place could be before terror struck, destroying, causing mayhem everywhere, anywhere you looked.

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Another morning had arrived, and they were still stuck, trapped on a deserted island, where nobody would ever know where they were, never look or try to discern their whereabouts, nor call a search party to simply scout out and review the area. 

It seemed like nobody had noticed their disappearance, and Hajime at first couldn't accept it. How could they jist br forgotten? Tossed aside like meaningless, unwanted junk, rusted and busted pieces of broken machinery, ready to be thrown away and replaced. He'd slowly lose interest in the matter, dwelling on something this insignificant wouldn't t help him, nor his classmates. 

Instead, he decided to take a look at the sunrise, how the colors blended into each other, reflecting and boucning in a wondrous cacophony of colors, mixing, and matching, light forming and moving, to create such a mesmerising image. 

The sunlight drifted through the slats of his window, bouncing and beaming into the small , untidy room. The light made the dust particles that were in his cottage apparent, and he watched them languidly float by, bumping into each other, as if they didn't have a single care in the world. And why would they? 

They weren't trapped on a deserted island, forced to kill each other for the amusement of god knows who watching the through the security cameras littered across the island, pushed to murder each other for the contention of a demented teddy bear, and their helpless, and mildly obnoxious rabbit shaped teacher. (of sorts) 

Their life hadn't majorly been changed as of late, other than the bomb threats Nagito would throw around to figure out who the traitor was, and even jf they knew who they were, no way would they give their identity to a psychotic sociopath like Nagito. 

After they had left the Funhouse, they had tried to get back in the swing of things, trying to mimic how they lifed before the intrusion of the virtego inducing rooms, and extremely bright colored walls.

 And a nice little side effect the Funhouse had on him was that he now could never, ever look at grapes or strawberries ever again without being traumatized by the memories of the murders that had occured ih so long ago. That is, IF he did get to leave this hell hole of an island. He didn't have much hope for him or his fellow classmates, to be honest.