[center][b][u]Day 0, Class 2-4's classroom.[/u][/b][/center]

So, according to Yoshida-san, they were now trapped in some alternative dimension where nightmarish critters were going to seek them out and kill them. There was no way to leave the building they were in and there wasn't any way to get back home to their own world. Had she not been so certain that she wass awake, Shiori would have had an enormously rough time swallowing all this. Still, here she was, in a place where there was a black moon, a blood red sky, a dusty and broken floor with no lights. Still, there were things that you couldn't just take at face value, even given the situation. Why were they here? Why just [i]them[/i] and nobody else? Why was there no escape? How could Yoshida have been in this world before if there was no way out?

Trying to sort her mind out and organize the questions she wanted to ask in the most proper and priority-heavy fashion, she was interupted mid-thought as she heard Shizune urge the three in the hallway to step inside. Why?

And then she saw.... [i]it[/i]. Really, there was no other way to describe the creature that stood behind her three classmates. It had the posture of a man, but it clearly wasn't, it looked more like a mangled corpse who had a theatrical mask pulled over its face to hide whatever horror lay beneath. As if the mere visage of this ghastly abominiation wasn't bad enough, the thing then let burst from its chest a pair of... Strings? No, [i]intestines[/i]!? Which wrapped around the throats of the two girls in the hall and hoisted them, beginning to strangle them without any warning! Then, to add salt to injury, small, horrible doll-like... things... burst from its stomach, armed with blades, and began flitting and hopping about, cutting and swinging their weapons wildly.

"... Wha... What is th-"

"[i][b]HUUUUUUUURRRYYYAAAAAAA!![/b][/i]"

Shiori's sentence was cut off, as she heard the battle-cry of the freshly awoken Resan-girl. Spotting the girl from the corner of her eye, Mizuhana saw that she was wielding a chair and now charging towards the absurd scene that was taking place in the doorway. Her thoughts ceased and she took the only proper action that was called for - stopping Shinobu before she got herself strangled too. Bolting to the side and intercepting the green-haired, muffler-wearing girl, Shiori threw herself headlong into the side of the charging girl, causing them both to hit the floor with a loud thud. The chair clanked and smashed against the floor, and Shinobu was unfortunate enough to be the first to hit the ground.

Shiori, however, was far luckier and had Shinobu act as a cushion for her. Though, when they hit the ground, the former found herself sliding across Shinobu's stomach and then coming to a sudden halt, as something soft but squishy touched the top of her head and stopped her from sliding further. Momentarily stunned at her reckless and zero-thought action, Shiori sat up on her knees, giving Shinobu a quick glance-over to majke sure she hadn't been hurt in the fall. Luckily, it appeared she was fine, which allowed Shiori a quick sigh before narrowing her eyes and looking at the girl sternly.

"What're do you think you're doing, Resan-san!?" Even though she was still calm in her voice, one could clearly tell she was upset, especially since she was frowning and glaring at Shinobu.

Still, there was no time to scold the girl further. The other two, they needed help! She could hear the strangled, strained voice of Nagatani calling out for help. However, it was at this time that SHiori also noticed that, somehow, Kabetake had somehow freed herself and was now doing [i]exactly[/i] what she had stopped Shinobu from doing!

[i]That idiot![/i]

It was the only thought fitting for the girl's reckless and brainless berserker-charge at the... Things... Not only did she not have a proper weapon - a backpack does not make for a heavy impact-tool - but as she was running and swatting wildly at the tiny dolls around and infront of her, she was contineously suffering small cuts, nicks, pokes and scratches. Her arms and legs were getting more and more marks of red across them as her skin was pricked and torn. There was no deeper or longer gashes or wounds, but many small scrapes eventually add up - and if she continued like ths, things could get really bad. Not to mention the, Friagne as Shizune had called it, was still there - behind his dolls - waiting for her and strangling Reiko.

However, it seemed that the violinist corpse had grown confused, scared or irritated with the situation. For in a fit of sudden, erratic movement, it pulled off a whipping motio with its still intact vein and flung Reiko into the classroom ahead of it, causing her to smash into a desk, which had luckily already toppled over so she only hit the wooden surface and not the metal legs or frame. Still, the crash - and sight of it - was quite unpleasant. The dolls were getting more excited it seemed and their movements became more frantic and unpredictable, now running and hopping about almost completely at random.

At this point, the Friagne also noticed Aito, who was standing close by - shaking in fear from the sudden occurences - and proceeded to also give the body a whipping. Luckily for him, he was only slapped to the ground, tumbling into the classroom and dropping his fake glasses. He didn't hit or crash into anything, so he would be in far less pain than poor Reiko who had taken a back-full-of-desk moments before. But now what? Was it just gathering them up in the classroom so they couldn't get out? Was it planning to trap them in there and then kill them off one at a time? The only person still outside was Akane, and she was being swarmed by the little dolls. A cold sweat broke out across Shiori's forehead.

Her eyes then moved to look to the side. At [i]her[/i].

"Yoshida-san..."