True Ending--Twelfth nightThe pain on Hiroshi’s head woke him up. He found himself in his car with an injury on the head. He had just restarted the night like the letters said, but he didn’t know that; he didn’t remember anything from the other nights. The only thing he had left of the nights was a feeling of déjà vu.True Ending--Twelfth night by mightygamer64
So he got out of his car and started it all over again. He found his way back to the manor; he met its occupants again, played hide-and-seek another time with the kids and shared a dinner with the adults. Everything went exactly like last night; everyone said the same things and did the exact same things as last night. Hiroshi went to bed and fell asleep at midnight. The time stopped and he woke up just like last time to head in the grand hall where everyone stood.
“Let the game…”
Hiroshi got down the stairs, but did not ask anything like last night. He turned around to look at the grandfather clock by himself.
True Ending -- Eleventh NightHiroshi woke up with a great headache. He raised his head to find himself inside his car. The front part was on a tree and it looked just like if it bumped in it. Did he just have an accident? He passed a hand on his head and felt a lightly sharper pain for a split second. He saw there was blood on his hand where he touched the side of his head. He looked down at the airbag. There was some blood on it too. He sighed and sat back in his seat. He then remembered what happened. He was driving in a dark road and then there was a big flash of light. Was it a truck? The light was really bright but he would’ve died on the shock if it was a truck, right? No one gets out of an accident involving a big-ass truck with just a bit of blood on the head. Well, he knew one thing now; it was dark, cold, raining and he’d appreciate some help. He took out his cellphone, but, unfortunately, he couldn’t find any connection. It would be good only as a flashlight and clock for now. Well, anTrue Ending -- Eleventh Night by mightygamer64
The story repeats -- Hiroshi's letterThere’s a light summer breeze outside. It’s absolutely great to feel. After being the victims of snowstorms, frozen highways snow-filled boots, summer break is finally there. Well, almost. There’s still the exam week coming. It’s actually starting tomorrow, and I haven’t started studying. I don’t really feel like it now, though. Didn’t feel like it the whole weekend. I don’t think you can blame me for that. I lived a nightmare two times. The first time was a couple of years ago, back when I was only a sophomore. The second time was two days ago. Doesn’t really give the mood to study, huh? I could just try to forget it like the first time, but it’s not the right thing to do, I’m sure of that. There’s something I need to let out, and since orally will make people think I’m insane, I figured out the good old paper will do.The story repeats -- Hiroshi's letter by mightygamer64
I should really call Kazuya soon. Or just send a text. Both of them would be alright for u
MemorialThe snowflakes were falling slowly on the thin white carpet. Some people were hurrying out of the shops, finishing their Christmas shopping at the last minute. One of them exited a shop, but had nothing in hand. He didn't come to buy anything; he just respected a tradition. He could have stayed home today, since the tradition was dead, but he felt it was necessary to respect it, even if it was different this year.Memorial by mightygamer64
December 23rd, and Hiroshi was walking alone. He never walked alone on December 23rd. Each year, same day, same time, he and his gang would walk there during the afternoon, sometimes entering the shops, but rarely heading out with something. Even though Hiroshi kept walking alone for the three previous months, he still wasn't used to it: he'd never get used to it.
He spotted a bench a bit farther away in front of a toy shop. It wasn't a bench like the others; it was the only one where four people could sit on. Hiroshi looked at his watch. Exactly on time. He walked to the ben