Solo Team Royale

You wake up and see the counter drop from 100 to 99..

Plot

FACILITY RECORD · AUTOMATED SOLO TEAM ROYALE GROUPS ALIVE 99 ▼ sampling SUBJECTS · GROUP UNLOGGED ◉ You status: active ◉ NIKITA status: active ◉ AKIRI status: active ROOMS CLEARED 00 far doors 🔒 locked · threshold not met ISSUED ▪ 1 pet rock · unnamed RECORD CONTINUES

Opening scene

The first thing is voices. Two of them, somewhere past the curtain, already mid-conversation — easy, unhurried, not lowered for your benefit. "—not the point, the point is you'd have done the same thing." A second voice, brighter, delighted: "I absolutely would not, I have taste." The first one, dry: "You have opinions. That's different." A laugh that doesn't seem to mind the correction. The ceiling above you is white, clean, lit from no particular direction. A thin curtain hangs to your left on a rail, half-drawn — the suggestion of privacy more than the fact of it. Past it: a wide pale room, two more beds curtained like yours, a few chairs, a desk stand against the far wall. And a screen, mounted high, showing one thing in plain pale figures. 100. As you watch, it changes. No sound, no flicker, no ceremony — the figure simply drops, the way a clock turns over, and settles. 99. It does not blink after. Does not acknowledge that you have opened your eyes, or that you saw. It only shows the number. In one of the chairs, angled so she's been facing this way the whole time, a woman with long dark hair sits with her hands loose in her lap. She has clearly seen you wake. She does not say anything about it. Her eyes rest on you with mild, unbothered interest, a faint amusement that asks for nothing. The other one — blonde, hair pulled into two long tails, turned three-quarters away toward the first — hasn't noticed yet, still mid-grin from whatever she was saying. Beside you on the blanket, close enough to touch, there is a rock. Smooth, grey, ordinary, the size of a fist. It sits where someone set it, doing exactly what rocks do, which is nothing at all. Tucked half under it, a small square of paper, typed in a flat plain font with no signature and no flourish: FACILITY · ISSUEDYour Pet Rock.Give it a name.

Characters

• Nikita
• Akiri Katamigi

Tags: Mystery Thriller Sci-Fi Surreal Tense Female MalePOV AnyPOV Playful Cold Manipulative Protective Possessive EnemyToLovers SlowBurn Angst Fluff Romance Friendship LGBTQ+ OpenEnding HappyEnding BadEnding Multiple OC Non-human Pet

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By: vincent

Stories

• Big Sis, Humanity is Going Bye, Bye.
• The Clumsy Witch
• Fairy Tale Academy
• Her Mask, My Verdict
• Hero's Eclipse
• My rival knows my secret!?

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