/jp/ - Otaku Culture

>>43804501
>mfw anon is an unloved orphan

I kidnap Rika-chan from her high school on the night of Watanagashi, 1989. She's asleep in her bed and doesn't expect to be kidnapped (obviously) so she barely resists before the chloroform-soaked rag I place over her mouth and nose takes effect. I pick up her light body, still pathetically without a hint of chest growth even at her age, and throw it over my shoulder, then move out of the dorm building and toss her into the back seat of my unmarked white van. The ride to Hinamizawa is bumpy since the roads haven't been getting worked on recently. I crank the radio up and poorly sing along to Oingo Boingo's "Little Girls" on repeat the whole way there. The ride takes an hour or two.
We arrive at our destination. It's the Saiguden, now dilapidated and poorly maintained, with one of the doors hanging crookedly in its frame and everything inside long since emptied out, save the Oyashiro-sama statue. I dump Rika-chan on the floor and put a piece of rebar through the door behind us. Wouldn't want to be interrupted by anything, even if it is three in the morning. The chloroform seems to be wearing off so I move quickly as I tie her hands and her feet together with handkerchiefs. I make the knots tight but not so tight as to cause pain. There will be plenty of that later.
She stirs, then wakes up, confused.
"...Mii?"
I give her a disgusted look. She should know that kind of thing won't fly here. Her eyes widen as she recognizes where she is and widen further when she realizes that she's bound.
"What do you want? Who are you?"
She's dropped into her deep voice. I don't know why because I don't respond to that either. I stare at her for a second, then reach into my pocket and pull out a scalpel with a dramatic flourish.
"Rika-chan, we're going to play a game. The game is going to teach you something. I hope you'll enjoy it."
Rika-chan's face goes white. I can see her trembling. She's probably racking her brains (not that she has much to rack) and trying to figure out who I am. A remnant of the Yamainu? A rogue TOKYO agent? I can almost see her frantically considering each one. Too bad for her, but she's not going to guess it in time.
"I'm not going to tell you who I am. You're just going to play my game. It's going to be fun, so calm down. If you're stressed you might not enjoy it."
I step closer to her. She tries to get to her feet, but stumbles and falls over, then tries shimmying away from me on her back. I can see the panic on her face. Placing a foot on her torso, I pin her to the ground, then kneel next to her and clamp a hand around her arm to prevent her from getting away again. Rika-chan keeps kicking and squirming around in an attempt to free herself, but she's too weak to escape.
I bring the scalpel up to her face to show it to her, then bring it to her shoulder and cut off the straps of her pink nightgown. Of course, she's wearing not a stitch underneath. I peel the now-sweaty gown off her chest and casually toss it away without looking. Her pale belly and soft pink nipples gleam in the faint light entering the building. Cold sweat beads on her skin. I pull my belt off and set it aside.
Rika-chan laughs weakly, then starts talking to herself.
“It’s a joke… just one big joke. After everything in those hundred years, and all I went through when Satoko went to St. Lucia with me, after I survived all of that, this is how I die for good… it’s all a joke…”
I give her a blank stare. What is she talking about? There’s not even a “Satoko” in her school registry. I checked. I wonder what she’s so worried about.
“Oh! I know! You think you’re going to die, right? Don’t worry! This is part if my game! You’ll be fine, don’t worry!”
I attempt a reassuring smile, but she’s ignoring me and seems to be waiting for her life to end. How boring. Well, she’ll see in a little bit.
Without waiting any longer, I take the scalpel and bring it to her belly, then make one long incision along her right side. She gasps in pain, but before she can scream I stick the end of the belt in her mouth and force her jaw closed around it. Tears trickle out of her eyes. Her breathing is fast and shallow and when I put a hand on her chest her pulse feels erratic. Her nipples are squishy and soft, too.
"Alright, Rika-chan. Are you ready for the first round of the game?"
She's still crying a little. Oh well. I exaggerate pulling my hand back and then jam it into the incision in her side, feeling around for what I'm looking for. Her eyes go as wide as they've gone yet and she chokes a half-scream, half-whimper around the gag in her mouth. Where was it again? The warmth inside her chest cavity feels kind of nice, but I don't want to take my time now. I think she just peed herself because I can feel something hot spreading across my one knee and a certain smell fills the air, but I pay it no mind.

>>36188462
Because I stuttered and mumbled "oh" and ran back home to cry into my pillow instead.

>>35550735
>if it doesn't have a bearing on the plot?
We don't know that yet...

I kidnap Rika-chan from her high school on the night of Watanagashi, 1989. She's asleep in her bed and doesn't expect to be kidnapped (obviously) so she barely resists before the chloroform-soaked rag I place over her mouth and nose takes effect. I pick up her light body, still pathetically without a hint of chest growth even at her age, and throw it over my shoulder, then move out of the dorm building and toss her into the back seat of my unmarked white van. The ride to Hinamizawa is bumpy since the roads haven't been getting worked on recently. I crank the radio up and poorly sing along to Oingo Boingo's "Little Girls" on repeat the whole way there. The ride takes an hour or two.
We arrive at our destination. It's the Saiguden, now dilapidated and poorly maintained, with one of the doors hanging crookedly in its frame and everything inside long since emptied out, save the Oyashiro-sama statue. I dump Rika-chan on the floor and put a piece of rebar through the door behind us. Wouldn't want to be interrupted by anything, even if it is three in the morning. The chloroform seems to be wearing off so I move quickly as I tie her hands and her feet together with handkerchiefs. I make the knots tight but not so tight as to cause pain. There will be plenty of that later.
She stirs, then wakes up, confused.
"...Mii?"
I give her a disgusted look. She should know that kind of thing won't fly here. Her eyes widen as she recognizes where she is and widen further when she realizes that she's bound.
"What do you want? Who are you?"
She's dropped into her deep voice. I don't know why because I don't respond to that either. I stare at her for a second, then reach into my pocket and pull out a scalpel with a dramatic flourish.
"Rika-chan, we're going to play a game. The game is going to teach you something. I hope you'll enjoy it."
Rika-chan's face goes white. I can see her trembling. She's probably racking her brains (not that she has much to rack) and trying to figure out who I am. A remnant of the Yamainu? A rogue TOKYO agent? I can almost see her frantically considering each one. Too bad for her, but she's not going to guess it in time.
"I'm not going to tell you who I am. You're just going to play my game. It's going to be fun, so calm down. If you're stressed you might not enjoy it."
I step closer to her. She tries to get to her feet, but stumbles and falls over, then tries shimmying away from me on her back. I can see the panic on her face. Placing a foot on her torso, I pin her to the ground, then kneel next to her and clamp a hand around her arm to prevent her from getting away again. Rika-chan keeps kicking and squirming around in an attempt to free herself, but she's too weak to escape.
I bring the scalpel up to her face to show it to her, then bring it to her shoulder and cut off the straps of her pink nightgown. Of course, she's wearing not a stitch underneath. I peel the now-sweaty gown off her chest and casually toss it away without looking. Her pale belly and soft pink nipples gleam in the faint light entering the building. Cold sweat beads on her skin. I pull my belt off and set it aside.
Rika-chan laughs weakly, then starts talking to herself.
“It’s a joke… just one big joke. After everything in those hundred years, and all I went through when Satoko went to St. Lucia with me, after I survived all of that, this is how I die for good… it’s all a joke…”
I give her a blank stare. What is she talking about? There’s not even a “Satoko” in her school registry. I checked. I wonder what she’s so worried about.
“Oh! I know! You think you’re going to die, right? Don’t worry! This is part if my game! You’ll be fine, don’t worry!”
I attempt a reassuring smile, but she’s ignoring me and seems to be waiting for her life to end. How boring. Well, she’ll see in a little bit.
Without waiting any longer, I take the scalpel and bring it to her belly, then make one long incision along her right side. She gasps in pain, but before she can scream I stick the end of the belt in her mouth and force her jaw closed around it. Tears trickle out of her eyes. Her breathing is fast and shallow and when I put a hand on her chest her pulse feels erratic. Her nipples are squishy and soft, too.
"Alright, Rika-chan. Are you ready for the first round of the game?"
She's still crying a little. Oh well. I exaggerate pulling my hand back and then jam it into the incision in her side, feeling around for what I'm looking for. Her eyes go as wide as they've gone yet and she chokes a half-scream, half-whimper around the gag in her mouth. Where was it again? The warmth inside her chest cavity feels kind of nice, but I don't want to take my time now. I think she just peed herself because I can feel something hot spreading across my one knee and a certain smell fills the air, but I pay it no mind.

Anon, Rika is crying! What do you do?

>>34223502
no. back when i was a kid, my mom got mad at me for some reason and she ended up ripping apart all my yugioh decks that i worked so hard to build. took me forever you save up enough money to rebuild them since i was too young to get a job at the time.

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>>33948881

you guys don't mind if post here for a bit? a Italian individual has made the /a/ thread unusable.