Ouma's POV:

W-Why...w-why did t-this h-happen...?

"HELLO OUMA!" Maiko called as she entered the room, she seemed to be in a good mood, "I got good news and bad news, which do you want to hear?" she asked, "is the good news good for you or me?" I asked.

"I hope it's good news for both of us," she said sitting down as she grabbed her clipboard, "what is it?" I asked as she flipped through, "so as of yesterday all your classmates have woken up which means now we can go to another phase of your recovery" she congratulated.

I don't like the sound of this.

I-It can't b-be that b-bad...

Just wait.

"What do you mean...?" I asked, "oh! We're going to start scheduling meetings between you and your fellow participants" she said. My eyes widened, "do I have to?" I asked. Maiko sighed, "so...this is bad news, yes for scheduled ones you are required to show up, however, you can also have offtime one on one meetings, you're not required to talk to them" she explained.

"Ok, no," I told her, "No?" she asked, "any time any of them want to see me the answer is no," I told her grinning. Maiko sighed, "well that's a shame, you already have a request from someone," she told me. 

I raised an eyebrow, someone wants to see me-? PLEASE DON'T BE GOKUHARA!

I w-want you t-to say-

Shut up, you're not blameless either.

"It's Kaito Momota," she told me, seeing me nervous. I sighed in relief but immediately felt self resentment, you could trick everyone into thinking you were the mastermind and you can't even pretend you're calm? Pathetic.

Maiko then handed me some paper, I looked at her confused. She shrugged, "I'm trying out a way to help calm down the chaos in your head, I bet your memories are just bursting in little bombs, so this might help you process and understand them individually more" she explained.

"So...you want me to write stuff down?" I asked, "pretty much, so I'm going to give you a broad topic, and then you write down what comes to mind, don't think, just write" Maiko instructed. I nodded, I don't have anything better to do...

She paused, "let's do an easy topic, DICE, talk to me while you write" she instructed. I nodded writing down, "am I supposed, to be honest about this?" I asked sarcastically, "you don't have to, I know you don't trust me," she told me. My eyes widened as I looked at her, "well you met me barely a week ago, I would like it if you trusted me, but if you don't that's ok" Maiko told me.

Ironic. The first time someone lets me lie it's for therapy.

W-Why d-do y-you lie?

Shouldn't you know why?

"So DICE?' I asked, Maiko nodded, "so it's with my...it's with my nine friends, of course, there are ten and thousands of other members, but my nine subordinates each have a legion" I started. I waited for Maiko to call me out but she said nothing.

"We're good friends, I've known those nine since we were kids," I told her, "how did you meet them?" Maiko asked curiously, a smile threatened thinking about DICE, "so we met when I was nine or maybe younger, we were..." I started but trailed off.

Is...is DICE even real...?

...

"Are you ok..?" Maiko asked, I quickly laughed, "yeah, just thinking how it's only a matter of time till my organization breaks in and saves me," I told her. She sighed, "Is that all you want to say right now?" she asked.

I nodded, "good luck getting anything out of me ms police chief," I told her. She didn't look disappointed only glancing down at my sheet, "so what do I do now?" I asked, "didn't you read what you wrote?" she asked. I shook my head as I looked down at my paper...

DICE are my best friends. I met them while I was in elementary school, there are ten in total and they mean the world to me. We were all bullied, that's why we became friends so we wouldn't have to be as lonely. I'm lucky they made me their leader even if I'm really shy, and probably the weakest of them all.

My eyes widened at what I had written, I...none of this makes sense...no I don't understand...I don't...

A sharp pain flared my head as my vision became dazed, "Ouma?" Maiko asked, the room was getting dizzy, "Ouma!" she screamed as the world turned black.

♤~♡~◇~♧

I awoke in a room. It was just a simple white room, no decorations, only two doors and a pair of chairs, one I was sitting in. I looked down and realized I was wearing my killing game uniform as I felt my heart racing.

"Hello...?" I called out, my voice echoed throughout the walls. I then looked to the other chair, someone was now sitting on it. My eyes widened in surprise.

They...were me.

They had the same haircut, and deep eye bags I had now. The same skin tone, on all physical attributes we were identical. Only they had a more timid and meek posture, along with some bandages on their hands and their faces. They wore a school uniform I didn't recognize and just helped to inflate my headache.

"Who are you?" I immediately asked. The boy shifted uncomfortably in his seat, "I could ask you that..." he mumbled. I glared down at him, this was the epitome of all I didn't want to be, weak. It filled my heart with terror, yet I kept composure.

"You're that annoying voice aren't you?" I accused, the boy nodded, "and you're the one who wrote that lie aren't you?" I asked. The boy nodded, looking up barely to meet me at eye level, "i-it isn't...a lie" he told me. I rolled my eyes.

"So what do you want?" I asked, "the body? Well too bad" I told him, the boy looked at me, his eyes pleading, "p-please...I...I...I d-don't want t-to be you" he told me. I felt myself gripping my fist as I stood up.

"Well too bad! You're the one who made me, aren't you? You're the one who made me go through all that hell! The one who makes it so I can't even sleep at night anymore! YOU MADE ME! So deal with the consequences!" I screamed.

The boy began crying, "y-you're a monster!" he shouted. I sat down back in my seat, looking down, "didn't you want this?" I asked. The boy didn't respond, only continuing his sobs.

I looked at him, "you wrote ten" I accused. He looked at me confused, "there's nine" I told him. He shook his head, "it wasn't..." he mumbled. I raised an eyebrow.

"Then who's the tenth?" I asked, his eyes widened, "you...you forgot her...?" he asked, "her?" I asked confused. The boy just wiped his eyes, "why...w-why d-don't we m-make a c-compromise?" he asked.

I raised an eyebrow, "what is it?" I asked, "w-we e-exchange o-our p-pasts..." they suggested, "a-and t-then w-we d-decide...w-who g-gets to e-exist?" they asked. I paused.

Who else is going to know but myself?

"Fine, deal"