"Have you seen Hayami Mari?"
After lunch break, Sen Getsusa asked Eriri.
Where did that silly girl run off to? They ate lunch together every day recently, but she disappeared today?
Eriri, who was preparing to go to the Art Classroom, shook her head.
"I mean, Tsukisa, you don't have to literally act like a Mama and stick to her side every day, do you?"
Sen Getsusa didn't speak, but quickly strode toward another floor... In front of the first-floor girls' restroom door, a yellow plastic sign reading "Cleaning in Progress" was placed horizontally.
However, there were no cleaners inside.
Hayami Mari had her eyes covered by a black cloth, and she was holding onto the sink, feeling helpless.
Beside her, Nakajima Saki and two other girls surrounded her.
"Mari, didn't we agree? People who go back on their word won't have any friends, you know."
Nakajima Saki chuckled softly, repeatedly stroking Hayami Mari's face, attempting to soothe the frightened little bird.
"We were sent by your parents to test you. If you pass, you'll be able to see Mama."
"Ma... Mama?" Hayami Mari muttered incoherently, spitting saliva: "Mama... Tsu... kisa."
"Tsukisa?"
The three girls looked at each other.
"Hahahahaha! What did you say?! You called Sen Getsusa Mama?!"
"No way?! Hahahahahaha! If Sen Getsusa gave birth to a daughter like you, that would be quite interesting!"
"Later, we'll make sure your 'Mama' gets a good look at the video!"
"She is! She is! She is!" Hayami Mari mumbled frantically, grabbing Nakajima Saki's sleeve and anxiously insisting: "She is! She is! Tsu... she is Mama! She is Mama!"
Nakajima Saki tightened the buckle behind Hayami Mari's head again, waved her hand in front of her, and only after confirming the other girl couldn't see, did she turn around and smile at the two girls behind her.
She whispered: "Hey, nothing happened last time. You two aren't scared again, are you?"
After the three of them quietly exchanged a few words, one girl left the outer area, picked up a plunger from beside the sink, and entered the toilet stall.
"Here, Mari, we agreed, you can't back out now. Otherwise, I won't take you to see your parents."
"Parents... Parents." Hayami Mari smiled foolishly, stretching out her dirty hands hopefully, scratching the air a few times. Under the black velvet cloth, her vision was pitch black.
All that greeted her was Nakajima Saki's cold bracelet.
"Come on, yes, hold onto my arm." Nakajima Saki slowly led Hayami Mari inside the restroom, directly facing the wide-open individual stall.
Inside the stall, the toilet lid was open, and the surroundings were very clean, having been tidied up by the school's cleaning staff as usual.
Only in the toilet bowl... was a plunger placed.
The bowl-shaped red rubber head was aimed at the drain hole, positioned as if it were being used normally.
At the connection point, the straight, rough-textured rod-like handle happened to protrude outside the toilet seat rim.
—Because the plunger head had been forcefully pressed down several times by the girl, securing the suction, the long wooden handle was now standing steadily above the toilet seat rim, like a wooden stick growing out of the toilet.
If it were a normal person, a quick glance would immediately reveal this prank that would lead to disaster upon sitting down.
Unfortunately... Hayami Mari couldn't see right now.
"Come on, Miss Hayami. Get on it and show us?"
Nakajima Saki said this with malicious intent, instructing the girl beside her to turn on the camera and point it at Hayami Mari.
"Don't be shy! Be quick, got it?" The girl pushed Hayami Mari, who was standing foolishly and helplessly in place: "You need to quickly feel your way over and sit down hard!"
"After you sit down, raise your hand and say, 'Mari is done!' Understand? If you don't do it, you'll have to... do it again!"
Hayami Mari nodded ignorantly; everything before her eyes was pitch black.
"H-hard?"
"That's right, sit down hard! Use all your strength! This is what we require, and Mari agreed, didn't she?"
Nakajima Saki smiled and patted the girl's shoulder, pushing her forward a few more steps. At this point, Hayami Mari could already feel the wooden door of the stall and the simple lock on it.
The terrifying gazes around her continued to shoot toward her relentlessly.
The girls had no idea what consequences would arise from playing a trick on a Child who was intellectually challenged and obsessive.
Especially for vulnerable parts of the body, what kind of impact would this destructive injury have on a person's mind and body?
—The word 'hard' in their mouths became a rapidly magnifying obsession in Hayami Mari's mind.
There are many boring people in this World, and the boredom and deep-seated malice of some people even exceed the limits that most humans can imagine.
The girl groped slowly forward, slowly forward... Hayami Mari's vision was pitch black.
She could only reach out and gently feel the wooden wall panel of the stall and the icy porcelain of the toilet bowl.
Then, she straightened up, facing the outside of the door, fiddled for a long time, and finally undid her button.
"Hurry up! Hayami Mari, sit down hard! And raise your hand!"
The two girls beside Nakajima Saki also grew excited.
The bizarre game made all three girls grin simultaneously.
This was a live performance show they had never seen before.
Cruel, but entertaining.
At this moment, imperceptible mist was enveloping this small girls' restroom.
Ants formed lines of black threads in the tile gaps, crisscrossing and celebrating this sadistic carnival of singing.
Cockroaches, mosquitoes, flies, all kinds of insects raised their heads, peering out from behind the already crumbling walls—like a black waterfall, looking down and about to sweep over the girls below.
Nakajima Saki was completely unaware. She squeezed her hands excitedly, eyes wide, continuously chanting: "Yes! Hard! Sit down with force!"
"With force! Hurry up!"
The two girls filming also cheered: "Hurry up, faster!"
Hurry and aim for that rough wooden handle! Quick! Faster!
Hayami Mari bit down on her molars with immense strength, then, she hunched over, gathered all her power, and braced herself—
Sat down!
Snap!
Suddenly, the imperceptible mist dissipated, and the chirping and wing-flapping of insects vanished from the space.
Like Moses parting the sea, a massive gap was cleaved open by something!
They fled in terror, disappearing without a trace.
Just a little bit more.
The girl's stiff squatting posture was fixed in place.
A pair of slender hands with distinct knuckles pulled Hayami Mari up roughly.
Her vulnerability was less than a centimeter away from the head of the wooden stick covered in burrs.
Hu... Sen Getsusa bent down, gently helped Hayami Mari pull up her pants, and then pushed her out the door.
Passing by, she snatched the phone that was still recording and casually tossed it into the toilet.
Splash.
"Sen, Sen Getsu..."
Nakajima Saki stepped back a few paces and spoke gloomily, "This is what Hayami Mari asked us to do! Don't think just because you know Big Brother Idou you can..."
Sen Getsusa turned her head: "Hayami Mari asked you to help her ruin her own organs?"
The girl smoothed out Hayami Mari's hair, patted her head, and let her stand against the wall.
"You're being naughty."
Sen Getsusa patted Hayami Mari's messy hair, then turned around.
Her firm thighs drove her ankles, and her toes tapped the floor.
Like a whip, she swept high!
Sen Getsusa's lightning-fast movement only showed a shadow, striking toward Nakajima Saki's cheek in an instant!
She jerked her head back, and her kicked head slammed into the wooden door of the stall!
A huge hole exploded instantly!
Bang!
Crack!
Wood chips flew; Nakajima Saki's neck hung outside the door, her head inside, her body just hanging on the door like that.
"Eek!!!"
The remaining two girls broke down instantly!
"Murder!!"
"Nakajima!"
Sen Getsusa opened her large eyes wide, tilted her head, raised her index finger, and made a'shh' gesture toward the two girls—
"Quiet down." Sen Getsusa, wearing small leather shoes, walked to the door with light, bouncing steps, grabbed Nakajima Saki's collar from behind, and 'picked' the girl off the door.
Nakajima Saki's limp body leaned directly against Sen Getsusa's shoulder; she seemed to have fainted.
Sen Getsusa puffed out her cheeks, shook her shoulder unhappily—seeing no reaction, she raised her hand again.
Slap! Slap!
Two slaps.
The other girl's face was swollen, her lips quivered, and her open eyes were filled with terror!
Sen Getsusa curled her lip: Go on, keep faking it for me.
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