...

"...Hehe."

I chuckled to myself, looking at the many varieties of weapons sprawled out in front of me. All the weapons had their own little black case, with 16 cases in all. With each one, there was a small label plastered on the front, with a name of one of the 16 people here. Yep, even those who died.

What made me really excited, though, was that one of the cases was empty. And the name on its label only made me laugh more.

"Hahaha..." I continued to chuckle, a bit louder each time.

I'm not sure if this is the Desparicisus kicking in, or if it's anticipation alone. 

All that I know is, the plan goes like this:

Ship these cases to Monopotato, along with some information that runs my little helper under the bus, and let him introduce it to the crowd as a new motive.

I'm certain that this'll cause a lot of distrust among that group of Ultimates. And hopefully...    Ugh, what a word. I believe that with the right scenarios happening, this should also send that pig into despair in moments.

My thoughts started taking control of my happiness, unconditional laughs sounding out by the minute.

*Ding dong bong bing...*

"WAKE THE FUCK UP BITCHES IT'S MORNING WAKE THE FUCK UPPPPPPPPP-"

"AHH-!"

I shrieked, flying out of the bed onto the dusty floor with a thump.

...Really Monopotato.

Without making any other movements, I sat myself up and checked the time on my handbook. It didn't really bother me that I was on the dirt-infused floor. I could easily have a shower.

Anyways, the time was exactly 7:00 am, so it was about time that I went and had a shower, as well as preparing myself for the new day.

But I don't want to share the details of my shower. That's...      That's just plain wrong.

So, after I had finished my shower and everything else to do with wash and clothes, I headed out into the hallway, turned left, arrived at the main hallway, went straight, pushed through the metal doors of the kitchen, and walked straight into Emily.

"GAH! P-PEPPA DON'T SNEAK UP ON ME LIKE THAT-"

"OH GOD SORRY-" I shouted back at the elephant in the yellow dress, who was holding a baguette in both her hands, aiming it at me as if it were to impale me. 

"...It's alright. You want some breakfast?" After some time, Emily nodded softly, setting the baguette on the side.

"Yeah, if that's ok."

"It's ALWAYS ok to eat. Always!" Emily kept her smiles up, grabbing two plates of round, tanned cakey-like substance and handing them to me. My eyes immediately sparkled.

"Pancakes?!"

"Yep! We all need something interesting to start off our day, and there's nothing more interesting than pancakes!" The slightly chubby elephant giggled smoothly, grabbing a stack of porcelain white plates from one of the upper cupboards, and leaning it against her chest. "C-Could you do me a favour and take the pancakes to the homeroom? That'd really help, since I need to also bring cutlery and fillings for the pancakes. Dammit, I also have to round everyone up for breakfast..."

"...Ok." I smiled, carefully balancing the two plates on my hands as Emily held the doors apart for me. I gave her a look of thankfulness, before delicately walking back into the main hallway, turning left towards the homeroom.

The trip between the kitchen and the homeroom usually took a minute. This time, it took five, mainly due to the addition of food precariously balancing on my hooves. Once I reached the doors to the homeroom, my hands were aching, and my feet possessed the extreme urge to shake. I resisted it, knowing that it would send the pancakes to the floor, i.e. death in pancake terms. What's more...      It sounded like there were some people inside of the homeroom already.

Well, time to see who's already there for brea-

"...Dammit."

I still had to get through the doors to the homeroom. And that's not easy when your hands are full of pancake.

"Uhh...     How do...       How do I open these..." I muttered to myself, as if it would make ideas appear faster. Eventually, I resorted to lifting up my leg to the worn, gold door handles and kicking them open with the heal of my foot. A dangerous idea, since I had to balance myself even more. But either way, the doors breezed away.

To reveal what seemed to be...       Some kind of argument?

"Goddammit Freddy, I'm not going to ignore this behaviour!"

"I swear to god, Pedro, I'm not working for Monopot-"

"How come you two always end up in so much conversation, then? Not to mention you also woke us all up just for Monopotato!"

"...Pedro."

"Freddy, I know that there's something you're hiding! Why are you getting so close to Danny and Rebecca recently? Do you want to hurt them or something?!"

"Pedro. Shut up."

"I cannot shut up! Where you always this rejective to suspicion? Did your parents perform some shitty operation on you or somethi-"

At that moment, a flash of maroon stabbed at Pedro, pinning him to the wall with immense force. The fox's face had seemingly gone insane for a break, as his eyes had been trembling.

"THAT'S ENOUGH, PEDRO. SHUT UP. SHUT THE ACTUAL FUCK UP."

"..."

And only then did I make my presence known.

"Uhm...     Guys? Maybe, instead of fighting, you could help me with these pancakes that are ABOUT TO FREAKING FALL-"

"...O-Oh yeah. Sorry Peppa-" Pedro shakily called back to me, wiggling out of Freddy's grasp and dashing to me, taking a plate of pancakes from me and setting them on the centre table, as I did the same. Afterwards, I immediately went to Freddy. I could easily tell that he was ruffled up.

"..."

"...Freddy?"

"Leave me alone."

*Ding dong bong bing...*

"..."

...What now?

"This is an announcement to all remaining participants, brought to you by Monopotato. Please can you all meet me in the gymnasium on the second floor this instant! If you don't, you'll end up just like Wendy. SO GET A MOVE ON-"

"..."

"...Well. Looks like we're going to have to postpone breakfast for a while." Freddy sighed, walking to the other side of the room and yanking the door open, before leaving through it. Me and Pedro soon followed.

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