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Uirusu slows his running and casually walks over to Joker and this strange woman that aroused him from his hiding place. He doesn’t talk for some time, just nodding calmly as he listens in on a conversation he wasn’t invited to. “It’s more fun to be the eater than the eaten. You can’t blame the humans for wanting to be bigger than they are,” Uirusu shrieks. He laughs in that same high-pitched squeal as before. Byouki strolls over, stepping over a corpse and then guiding Art over it. The brunette stumbles a little but manages to climb over the sizable corpse.

“Snap out of it, Art! Ask her how she gets her skin to crawl like that. And ask the ******** creepy guy there what’s up with the bugs. I want some,” Collab exclaims inside of Art’s head. Inside of her head it would look like two males—one with red eyes and silver hair, and one with orange hair and eyes—are sitting in the back of a small car. They see everything happening through Art’s eyes through the windshield. Collab, the one that had just spoken, has red eyes and is glued to the back of the front seat of the car. While the male next to him, Valius, is clinging to the seat beneath him.

“No way… no way~,” Valius whimpers in fear. He’s even more afraid of scary things that resemble movies than Art is. Art blinks a few times, her eyes adjusting to her new setting. Once they do, she sets her sights on Joker first, as Byouki comes to join in on the festivities. She makes to scream only for Uirusu to run up to her and stand real close to her face.


“We’re trying to talk and listen to music, Art. Try and keep your screaming down. I can barely hear the melody of the screaming masses as they try to escape an inevitable fate.” Byouki sort of grunts, which makes Uirusu stop his sophisticated, intellectual act. Well, in the art of mayhem and destruction anyway. “Byouki, why don’t you introduce yourself?” Uirusu then punches his black companion over the head. Byouki makes a noticeable ‘ouch’ sound in a very monotonous tone in response. “I’m Uirusu. That’s not the name I came with but most people seem to call me that. Guess cause it means virus in some other language. This black creature here is Byouki and his name is disease in another language or something.” The white figure pauses, contemplating introducing Art, then decides she’s too embarrassing to go into detail. “And that girl is Art, she’s no fun. Still, I have to keep her in good shape or else no one will feed me when I go back home,” the male squeals in delight. Despite his array of emotions he shows, he truly doesn’t feel any emotions. It’s merely a façade he uses to throw people off. Byouki is more emotional than him, at the cost of feeling anything physically, but the man hardly ever shows that side of him.

“That’s too bad… really too bad. I want to see what I look like on the inside too. First you’d cut me open, then I’d cut me open, and then she would cut me open, and then I would cut me open,” the critter goes on madly. He wails in the same high pitch that seems his natural tone of voice. “It’s no fun not to fix myself like Byouki. It makes me want to pick on him even though I don’t feel jealous, angry, or sad. It just seems like a good enough reaction. It’s fun.” Uirusu looks around and wishes he could find a tree to dangle from. Since he can’t, he simply walks over to Byouki. “Being a vessel of destruction sure looks fun. I’d give Byouki’s laugh just to have that kind of power. Then I wouldn’t have to get fixed when I break.” Uirusu grabs Byouki by the face and shoves his head into the ground below. Art winces at the sight, but keeps her focus on the female near her, 707. Uirusu quickly perches himself onto Byouki’s back and sits in the butterfly position. “At least you really will take over Hidden Emotion. It would be fun if my group mates tried to stop you. Just in case the villagers act boring. I wonder if they will fail and live, fail and die…” Uirusu seems to wiggle around, as if dancing. “Either way, it will make the village less black and white,” the creature comments.Whether that was a stab at himself and Byouki since they are members of the village is unknown. But it seems to tickle the emotionless being into breaking out into a shrieking laugh.

“No one… I would not live for anyone… I will not die for anyone… Love is a broken emotion… for me.” Byouki raises his head from the dirt, his muffled words able to be heard before but only barely. “My existence is simple…? My existence is wished for… by others…?” Byouki rests his chin in the dirt. He watches a bug crawl towards him before crawling away. “Choosing to die…?”

Art looks at this blood covered female before her as Byouki thinks. Her body shakes a little as the woman draws near to her. She wanted to step back, but feared the female might either lash out to grab her… or to kill her. So she would stand where she was. “Well, the only voice that hurts is one. He’s the loudest, most obnoxious, most demanding… and super sensitive person in the entire world.” Inside of Art’s head, Collab runs through every last curse word in existence, including sailors curse words that he’d learned during an adventure he’d had with some other people. “Valius’s voice isn’t annoying like his, so his doesn’t hurt.” The girl thinks a while in reference to what 707 said. If she had the option… would she get rid of the voices in her head? Like 707, would she silence them? Then she comes to the realization that she might just be one of those ‘voices’. She had always figured that Valius was the true vessel of this Paradox body. So if she silenced the voices, would it silence her along with Collab; leaving Valius to be free? She’d give a fortune to shut Collab up, but not at the cost of her own existence. She hardly even noticed the gentle caress of the woman until his halted a moment. She looks up at her to see her attention drawn elsewhere.

“I don’t want to… take an adventure… I’d rather stay here… When Uirusu mortally wounds me… I die for a time. He… can’t permanently kill… me, so I… come back again. I fear… permanent death. As Byouki… death scares me. But as… Uirusu and Byokui… we fear nothing… we feel nothing… If I could choose how I die… Uirusu must die with me… or else I will be… lonely. I… want to die… as Byouki and Uirusu…” the being groans out. What did he even mean by that? Byouki and Uirusu? Could they become one or did he consider them close enough to be considered one being? Or maybe he was simply rambling.

“That should make you depressed. Talking like that should make you cry. Cry, cry, cry!” Uirusu bangs on Byouki’s head almost happily. “I sure wish Jouten was here. I’d like to bash his head in. But he’d never let me~!” The white creature just continues to do his jig as Byouki’s head is pounded into the ground more and more. Art, feeling a slight urge to escape to the car in her mind, tries to resist the urge. It just didn’t feel like this was a good place for her to be… to ever be.