This story is a work of fiction.
Similarities between characters or events to persons living or dead in your world are purely coincidental.
Only those who have agreed have the priviledge of partaking in this game.

>>I agree
I do not agree.

..The contract has been sealed. The world is not as it should be. It's filled with distortion, and ruin can no longer be avoided. Those who oppose fate and desire change... From time to time, they were referred to as Tricksters. You are the Trickster... Now is the time to rise against the abyss of distortion.

Part 1: my story in these eyes of another
Unknown Day

A BUSTLING CASINO lit up in lights -- bright and eye burning.

The fear of the Phantom Thieves was a lingering darkness, however, no one really cared.

However.

A loud boom of energy and light lit the roof, causing the denizen pause in a freezing horror.

The guards bolted into the main lobby, looking for the source of the explosion.

And, standing on the main light, was a trio of teenagers.

A punk, a thief, and a cat burgalur.

"Up there!" One of the bodyguards yelled. "They're here. Move immediately."
--
Skull smiled at his leader, the mysterious Joker. Quickly, the teen handed over the prize of this dangerous heist -- a slim, sliver brief case. "We got it. Now get running!"

Joker smiled and ran. Skull nodded, saying one last thing to his leader. "This is our only chance!"

"Stay calm!" Queen, another member of the PT, said over a comline. "You can get away now!"

Skull could hear the smile on the next person who spoke, Oracle -- the navigator of the Phantom Thieves. "We'll retrieve the briefcase on our end."

...suspects...not...confirmed...hold...your...positions... A broken voice rang over the com, sounding deep and glitchy.

"Hm...? What was that...?"Oracle hummed, concerned.

"Don't worry about us. Just concentrate on getting away!" Mona, the teams psuedo-mascot, spoke directly at Joker.

Skull watched as Joker jumped and leaped on the overhead lights -- gracefully as an acrobat and flying almost like a bird.

He smiled. He could never be as good as Joker.

"Nice work as always, Joker." Mona complimented, but it was a bit uneeded, Joker's work was always perfect.

Skull heard the diginified laugh of Panther right next to him. "I bet you wouldn't pull it off that smoothly."

Skull blushed.

"This happens because you have no sense for aesthetics." Fox, the groups forger, said in a manner of fact way.

Skull blushed. "Nobody asked you, Fox!" He barked over the com. "Panther, we need to jet. Joker takes it from here."

Panther nodded in agreement.

They ran, especially after the most horrifying noise.

"There he is!" A policemen shouted, directly where Joker was.

The panicked voice of Oracle rang over com. "Just run! Get out of there!"

"Everyone remember where we're meeting up?" Noir -- Phantom Thieves resident muscle, asked.

"No worries. I can guide you all." Oracle said confidently.

And they did. They ran and left Joker to pull of the rest of the hiest.
--
Oracle couldn't agree more on the prowress of Joker.

Flips and graceful door kicks, Joker ran haul ass out of the Casino. Almost like an étoile, Joker danced across machinary and staircases, or atleast, that's what it sounded like over the com channel.

Orcale heard a terrifying noise -- a gunshot, however, Joker dodges the shot with a audibly sick backflip and jumps up to a higher floor.

"Joker, behind you! Go through that door!" And Joker did.

Oracle looked at her co-navigator, Admin, and glanced at his laptop. "You should be able to get out that way. Hurry! Be safe!"

Skull's voice panted. "Dude, can Joker even hear us!?"

Oracle shook her head. "Don't worry, Skull, I'm picking up everyone's voices. Just go, Joker!"

Panther panted over the com as well. "Damn! We got away from those guys in black, but there're still loads more of them..."

A voice echoed from Joker's com channel.

"Dammit!" A gruff voice rang. "Where'd they go?"

And then Joker's com line glitched in radio silence.
--
When Joker came back to the call, all Admin could here was a rapid and flushed pant.

"Are you alright?" He asked the leader of the Phantom Thieves.

"He's not alone!" A male voice ranted, "Find them and kill them all!"

"Yikes." Admin mustered out.

Oracle leaned over to view his laptop. "Joker! There's an exist up ahead. Run and get safe, Queen Crimson is already there waiting for you."

The sound of Jokers steps were frantic, until it stopped.

"Joker whats wrong?" Admin asked.

Joker sighed and breathed. "Where's the exit?"

Oracle groaned. "The stained glass window, idiot! Go through that!" She switched com. "Queen, the bottom floor is open ri-"

"--completely closed off. Hey, can leader make it!?" Queen both answered and asked, Oracle shook her head and switched back to Joker.

"Run." Was the only thing she said.

Admin glanced at the secruity cam footage he managed to hack into, as he saw Joker ran.

He saw Joker dodge bullets ala the Matrix.

Joker crashed into the stained glass window -- a snow of shards of colorful glass shimmer of the thief, making Joker look like a goth angel.

Joker lands safely, boots planted firmly on the railing.

"Enemies, here!?" Oracle cried, eyes going wide in horror. "No, no no no-- These readings... It can't be!"

It was the police.

Skull and pretty everyone immediately butted into the call. "WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED?"

"An ambush!?" Queen said in fear, fear for her leaders life.

"Joker, can you handle this!?"Mona cried.

"Joker!" Fox repeated.

A sob from Noir rang over the call. "Oh no!"

"Capture him!" The police chief yelled, pointing at Joker.

And Joker ran, and made a mad dash over to the closest staircase to escape.

Admin felt a sigh of relief. Everything is going to be ok.

Except, when he noticed that Joker's body was slammed to the ground by a pistol whip.

The horror set in as dozens of officers surrounded Joker, cuffing the thief up and pressing down.

"Didn't except to find a kid..." One officer groaned over the footage.

Another laughed. "You have your teammate to thank for this." Admin felt his heart drop at that. and a tear roll down his face.

"You were sold out."
--
"Guess the drug we gave him was too strong..." Sae heard in the room in front of her. "Wake him up." A rough, audible slap and a splash of water.

"No dozing off." A kick that knocked 'Joker' out of his chair. "You still don't get it, do you? Give it up!"

Sae flinched at the sounds of abuse.

"Nngh-" A voice painfully heard a moan and a cough -- a light voice of a tean. Was that Joker? "T-the.."

"Come on!" Another rough male voice. "Cooperate, or what? Want another shot?"

Sae couldn't enter yet. She was horrified.

"The-" Joker mumbled, voice shaking. "The camera-"

"Huh? What about the camera?"

"Are you thinking it can be used as video evidence?" The other office barked as Sae heard them slam Joker to the table.

Silence.

"So you're not that dumb..." The one guard laughed. "Which is good! 'cause we get to take as much time as we need!"

"Nngh...!" Joker wheezed, almost crying.

The other guard audibly shook his head. "Obstruction of justice, blackmail, defamation, possession of weapons..." A laugh.

"And manslaughter too, yeah? Talk about the works." A scoff. "To think that all these crimes were led by a punk like this... And you seemed to be enjoying every second of it, weren't you?"

"I was... enjoying it...?" Joker mumbled, his voice pitching.

"You should know your place." Sae heard an Joker's cuffs click off, and a fear bubbled in her gut.

"Sign here," Sae breathed a sigh of relief. "It's a confession under your name."

Sae cracked the door open, to see Joker slap away the clipboard with a cocky grin on his face.

The man infront of Joker shook his head. "I see. I need your hand to sign this, but..." a slam of a boot to Joker thin thigh.

How did he did all those flips with that thin and scrawny body of his?

"I don't give a shit if you end up losing a leg." He growled. "Don't expect to walk out of here in one piece. We're going to make you understand... One must take full responsibility for their actions..." He stood and glanced at Sae Nijima, and started to walk out, with his partner close behind."

"Excuse me, this area is off limi-"

"I'm Niijima from the Public Prosecutors Office." Sae smiled as she introduced herself.

A scoff. "The Prosecutors Office? What business do you have here?"

"Just let me through; it's urgent. There's something I need to confirm with the suspect."

A long groan. "Niijima-san, I believe this case is no longer in your jurisdiction. Besides..."

Sae looked behind her as she saw an unknown man. "Are you Prosecutor Sae Nijima?" A shake of the head. "There's a call from your director. Hurry and get it over with. To be frank, you're being an inconvenience."

Sae rolled her eyes and took the phone from the man's hand.

"I thought I ordered you to stand by..." The SIU director groaned in shame.

Sae groaned at her boss. "I'm responsible for this case, yet I'm not even being allowed an interrogation!?"

"I'm calling because I knew you'd bring it up."

"I will not be convinced unless I confirm it for myself. This is MY case." Sae said, standing her ground.

"Good luck to you then. I won't be expecting much though." Sae clicked her phone off at that.

Another man ran to her. "Ah, Prosecutor. I forgot to mention something important. Your time will be cut short. We can't permit you to talk with him for long."

Sae went silent.

"It's for your own sake. His methods are unknown. After all, we don't even know if it's safe to simply meet and speak with him."

Sae sighed, walking into the interrogation room. "...I understand."

Sae Nijima looked upon  a young androgynous teen befor her as she looked at the file on the desk.

At an outstanding height of six foot and meager weight of 130 pounds. With messy, short black hair that framed a pale, heart-shaped face with two auburn eyes glaring at Nijima.

This was Joker-- no, Adohira Adachi as she learned from the messy writing on the confession, leader of the dreaded Phantom Thieves.

"I didn't expect someone like you..." Sae said, sitting down. "You'll be answering my questions this time."

Adohira didn't respond. His face was so foggy and broken. Shattered like glass.

"Can you hear me? It seems you've been through a lot." Sae said, noticing the damp hair and the bruises on Adohira's wrists. "Almost anything can happen here... and I can't stop them. That's why I need you to answer me honestly. I don't have much time either."

Adohira glared at her.

"What was your objective? Why did you cause such a major incident?" Sae asked softly. "I didn't think it was a prank from the get-go, but I couldn't assemble a case for prosecution. It's because I couldn't figure out the method behind it."

Adohira shook his head, still foggy. "Of course you couldn't..."

"True. There's no way I could be convinced of such a 'world' just by reading the reports. It seems you're coherent." Sae glances down at the paperwork. "When and where did you find out about that world? How is it even possible to steal another's heart? Now, tell me your account of everything."

Sae could visibly see Adohira's blood run cold.

"...Start from the very beginning."
—
It was probably the heavy drugs in Adohira that making a blue butterfly float around the interrogation room.

The small, blue insect float delicately on Adohira's finger, startling the thief.

You are being held captive. A voice rang.

Huh? Was... was Adohira hearing voices? Man, the drugs really were hardcore.

A prisoner of fate to a future that has been sealed in advance. This is truly an unjust game... Your chances of winning are almost none. But if my voice is reaching you, there may yet be a possibility open to you... I beg you. Please overcome this game, and save the world...

A game...?

The key to victory lies within the memories of your bonds--the truth that you and your friends grasped. It all began that day, when the game was started half a year ago. For the sake of the world's future, as well as your own, you must remember...

I have to remember... Adohira thought, mind slowly becoming clear.

That's right... it started a year ago...

12 months ago

The train ride to Chibuya was cold. It wasn't fair, Adohira thought, it wasn't even a crime.

That man was assaulting some woman, trying to mooch off her. Adohira did the right thing and punched the perv.

What did Adohira get? A criminal record and being labeled a juvenile delinquent, and transferring to Chibuya.

Damn brat, I'll sue!

Adohira thought the whole case was stupid.

Glancing down at the phone in the teenagers hand, it glowed a soft white on the messenger app.

Texts from mom (all angry).

Texts from Sojiro (new guardian at Chibuya, all apathetic).

It wasn't fair.

Two girls gossiped in the corner adjacent to Adohira.

"WHAAAT? A mental shutdown?" The brunette squealed.

"Its the truth!" The other protested. "To a person, though? That's gotta be a joke! You really love all that occult stuff, don't you?"

Adohira wished being that free.

—

Adohira glances back down at the phone, in the busy and messy Chibuya crossing, for directions to the person the teenager would be living under - Sojiro Sakura.

Until a strange, red and black app appeared on the phone.

Go away. I need direction. Adohira thought as the teenager angrily tapped at the phone.

No budging. And it almost seemed like it was getting... bigger? No way.

And then time seemed to stop around Adohira.

Everyone around the ebony haired teen. No one moved a muscle.

At the center of Chibuya grew an enormous flame of blue fire. The flame erupted fully into a winged human. And then into a glowing eyed Adohira.

And then time moved again, leaving Adohira dumbfounded in Chibuya crossing.

Weird.

Unknown -> 4/9/2017