[b]Fyodor "Fedya" Vasnetsov[/b]

Fedya had just been about to raise his hand in greeting to the SHSL Gamer who had so enthusiastically offered him a hello, when something he hadn't in a million years expected to see happened; in a poof of unexplainable smoke, a black and white teddy bear had popped up from nowhere just in front of the sealed exit. And, as if its entrance hadn't been peculiar enough, it had also turned out the thing could talk - and walk, and even [i]jump[/i] as it had launched into a sudden introduction, followed by an explanation on why the group had been gathered there. Apparently, they were there in order to live out the rest of their lives together, confined within the school walls - or kill someone trying to get out.

[i]Hoo...[/i]

Now that... that was definitely far more interesting a reason for their lockup than he'd ever expected. His first reaction was, of course, to assume it was a lie. He was picky when it came to placing trust in the first place, so when presented with such a bizarre concept, was it any wonder he was suspicious? And yet, perhaps [i]because[/i] the whole concept was as ridiculous as it was, Fedya found himself believing the stuffed toy. Truth was, more often than not, far more bizarre than fiction - he, if anyone, knew that. So for now, he'd assume the bear told the truth, especially since he was sure many others would do the same. Nobody would want to risk playing this off as a joke and dying, he presumed. The gun hanging from the ceiling was convincing motivator enough.

Still, threatening as the situation was, Fedya couldn't stop a small smile from forming on his lips. He'd come to the school in hopes of finding the oh-so-much-talked-about "truth" that he never believed in, and now suddenly found himself a participant in a game where the objective, should you pursue it, was to kill - and then lie about it. The irony was almost delicious. He would not find any truths here. He would find lies and deception, just like everywhere else in the world.

And he was fine with it.

He gave only a brief glance at the card they were given. He hadn't lied about his name for a reason, so there was no need for him to panic over it being displayed in his card. His face, too... while he had kept it hidden so far under the mask, there was no greater reason why he wouldn't want to show it. It was just more fun this way, was all. This card did nothing to bust any of his lies. He would be hardly deserving of his title if it did.

His three sizes though, ah, now that was a bit embarrassing.

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[b]Dieter Bauer[/b]

Dieter wasn't sure how to react.

How [i]was[/i] one supposed to react when a plushie popped up and told you that if you didn't kill someone, you would never get out, anyway? The whole situation, the barred windows, the gun, the bear, and the ominous message he'd left them with... none of it made any sense. It felt like a psychological experiment of some sort and if so, he didn't really like standing on this side of the deal. Usually, he was the one doing the testing. Nothing helped you torture a person better than knowing their mind, after all. And so, if this was a similar experiment to seek out their weaknesses, he'd need to be careful. Very, very careful. Someone could be gauging every word and reaction he showed.

"But why..." He mumbled to himself as he took a better look at the card he'd been given, reading through and memorizing the rules as he went through them. Dieter turned the card in his hands, his own face staring back at him from the info screen displayed. He still wasn't sure if any of this was real or not, but he knew very well that it hardly mattered. If so much as one person believed in it and felt desperate enough to kill to get out, he could be in danger. Any of these people here could kill him at any time just to get out. Well...

Dieter took in a shaky breath to calm himself, and took another look at the faces of his classmates. No. Not [i]any[/i] of these people. Most of them didn't look like they had it in them to kill - which made sense, of course. No normal people would be prepared to kill another. He'd seen that in his line of work. Even first time torturers seemed to have a hard time inflicting their first wound upon someone, silly as that seemed. But then, normally people weren't trapped in a school with a talking stuffed animal, and he was familiar with the effects panic and desperation had on the human mind. Killing another human wasn't difficult, and if you ever got your mind set to it enough, if you could just once cool your heart and do it, the second time wouldn't feel special. You wouldn't care anymore, not as much. And every time you did it, you would distance yourself from the act more and more, until it became just a line of work. Or, well, that's what he assumed. He'd never killed, just tortured. Heck, part of his job was to make sure the victim didn't die prematurely during interrogation. He didn't know how taking a life felt.

"Geez..." Dieter mumbled to himself, heart rate still fast and his mind a mess. Why was he thinking about stuff like that, anyway? 

Just then, two people - both girls, surprisingly - tried to say how the group should calm down. Dieter agreed, and instantly found himself straightening his back. Yeah, the girls were right. Panicking hardly did them any good. Humans were easy prey when their emotions took over their mind.

Then the conversation shifted to talking about who wanted to leave and splitting up, as well as going to the cafeteria. At that Dieter scoffed a tad.

"I... I don't think there's anyone who'd actually... [i]w-want[/i] to stay." It was weird - despite how collected his thoughts were in the face of a morbid situation like this, his words were still shaky. Just went to show death was far less intimidating to him than talking to people was. "Anyone who says o-otherwise is just... lying."

"That's true!" Fedya piped in just then, and Dieter grumbled at the sound of his voice. The guy sounded almost... happy.

"I think everyone'd like to get out. I would," Fedya continued, shrugging casually. "Ah, probably enough that I might kill one of you if I get the chance. I did happen to bring a knife with me, so it shouldn't be difficult! Hm, that is, not to say that people can't kill without a knife. Especially in this school, it should be easy." He pointed up at the gun.

Dieter gave him a silent, suspicious glare.