— You feel cold. There’s a presence at your back. Something monstrous is standing behind you. It’s here to kill you. It reaches out a claw to grasp your heart, to stop it - and misses.
[Medium: Success] — The notebook in Light’s hand - there’s something written there. It’s a name, the name he knows you by. But it’s not your name. Not the one you call yourself. Not the one stitched into the waistband of your soul. He tried to use your name for something, but it was the wrong one. You see it in his eyes: glee turning sour, victory clouding over with confusion. What was supposed to happen just now?
— KILL HIM! BREAK HIS HANDS! NOW! DO IT NOW!
— Whatever it was, we survived. He can’t hurt us.
— [Challenging: Success] A roll of the dead. Names and faces, cause of death. The coroner’s report for tomorrow, written today.
— His book… kills people?
— [Legendary: Success] That’s impossible, and yet… the pieces are fitting together. The timings. The things the killer could have known. If the weapon was this, if all you needed was a name, even this kid could… The longer you think about it, the more certain you become. What you felt just now was real. But it also means you got lucky. If he thinks his cover is blown, he could do anything - kill anyone. Everyone around you. You have moments to act, and you have to do it with absolute subtlety. He can’t suspect a thing.
— [Challenging: Failure] Your eyes bulge in their sockets. Your hand jerks up, accusing finger shooting out like a misfired bullet. The words jumble and clog in your throat, wrestling to get past each other.
— “K-KIRA! Light is Kira! The book!”
[Impossible: Success] The moment is frozen. He knows you know. Have you just killed everyone? A shot rings out from behind you. Light clutches at his wrist, blood spilling through his fingers. The notebook has fallen, spun away under a desk. He screams - obscenities mixed with lunatic ravings, how he’ll become “God of this world”, that these idiots don’t understand. He dives for the desk but two officers grab his arms and restrain him. He’s frothing at the mouth. You’ve found your perp. You turn. Kim is standing there, gun smoking, looking almost as surprised as you.
I think the Shivers input here is more of of an Inland Empire one, but there’s a lot to do with Shivers in this scenario with all the criminal deaths and broadcasts and so on
Pure literature. Now THIS is a fanfic I’d read
I think the Shivers input here is more of of an Inland Empire one, but there’s a lot to do with Shivers in this scenario with all the criminal deaths and broadcasts and so on
True, I think I’ll change it
Genius-level shit. This is fucking good.