[ honest to god, dito has no idea who actually send him the goddamn bees.
there's no way of tracking anything like that, much less determining whether it game from a malicious, intentional force rather than just this fucking school misbehaving in general. it's a lot to connect, and there aren't enough body parts or anything grotesquely interesting for him to care enough to connect.
in an ideal world, he would love to get back at whoever did this to him -- on valentine's day, of all days. it's obvious, at least, in far as expectations. but what isn't obvious is who his sender is. it's kind of annoying, considering that he has plenty of people he can think of off the top of his head that would do this to him. he's not particularly well-liked by anyone.
but it's fine, since he hates everyone here himself.
so it doesn't matter who he extracts his frustration upon, yeah?
of course not.
he also really wants to get rid of this shit he's kept in his locker, even though he's developed a kind of fondness to it. it's so fucking foul, and rotting and stinking and...everything! it's exactly the kind of shit he loves, but he has no sentimentality for that person anymore and thinks he would love to regift something entirely awful to someone who would hate it.
helena is first on the list. unfortunately.
so she will find, in her locker, a very well rotted heart. it's dark, veiny, and brown. like a piece of jerky almost, except it smells awful and is probably black around the edges. disgusting in the very least. there's an arrow, delved straight through the organ. it might even look like an arrow-through-the-heart caricature. but, you know, nobody normal uses an actual heart.
there's a note too, and it's reddish-brown on the paper. almost like a fingerprint-painting with how it's written, but it says: ]
this valentine's day hope somebody fucking murders you with an arrow
[if his timing is correct, if he hangs around, he'll be there at the right time. for her to smell something awful, and brace herself for whatever might be in her locker. but she can't know unless she reaches out and touches it, and she screams in disgust when her hand brushes it and she realizes. leaps back, hits the locker door closed with her cane, and sprints off to run her hand under hot water for a while. until the feeling leaves her alone, and she doesn't think she can smell it anymore.
later, Subaru will come with her, and help her clean it out and dispose of the rotten heart. he'll read her the note, and she'll have insight for it. there will be questions she doesn't want to answer, knowing if he gets involved, it's likely Dito will kill him - because Subaru won't let this go, and Dito has no qualms about gutting people who weren't involved.
the arrow will come with her, and she'll break it in two out of his sight, before finding the locker number she had to discern in order to send bees to the right location. both halves, shoved into Dito's locker through the slot, a message enough in their splintered, ruined pieces.
do it yourself.
she still lives and breathes. he might only have to catch her once, but she's still alive. still moving.
no idea if this is revenge or not, since she had taken such care to be anonymous - if it isn't, then the timing is apt. if it is, she hopes at least three stung him. miserable, wretched man. at least she wasn't planning anything spectacular for today - it dampens her mood throughout.]
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there's no way of tracking anything like that, much less determining whether it game from a malicious, intentional force rather than just this fucking school misbehaving in general. it's a lot to connect, and there aren't enough body parts or anything grotesquely interesting for him to care enough to connect.
in an ideal world, he would love to get back at whoever did this to him -- on valentine's day, of all days. it's obvious, at least, in far as expectations. but what isn't obvious is who his sender is. it's kind of annoying, considering that he has plenty of people he can think of off the top of his head that would do this to him. he's not particularly well-liked by anyone.
but it's fine, since he hates everyone here himself.
so it doesn't matter who he extracts his frustration upon, yeah?
of course not.
he also really wants to get rid of this shit he's kept in his locker, even though he's developed a kind of fondness to it. it's so fucking foul, and rotting and stinking and...everything! it's exactly the kind of shit he loves, but he has no sentimentality for that person anymore and thinks he would love to regift something entirely awful to someone who would hate it.
helena is first on the list. unfortunately.
so she will find, in her locker, a very well rotted heart. it's dark, veiny, and brown. like a piece of jerky almost, except it smells awful and is probably black around the edges. disgusting in the very least. there's an arrow, delved straight through the organ. it might even look like an arrow-through-the-heart caricature. but, you know, nobody normal uses an actual heart.
there's a note too, and it's reddish-brown on the paper. almost like a fingerprint-painting with how it's written, but it says: ]
this valentine's day
hope somebody fucking murders you with an arrow
no subject
later, Subaru will come with her, and help her clean it out and dispose of the rotten heart. he'll read her the note, and she'll have insight for it. there will be questions she doesn't want to answer, knowing if he gets involved, it's likely Dito will kill him - because Subaru won't let this go, and Dito has no qualms about gutting people who weren't involved.
the arrow will come with her, and she'll break it in two out of his sight, before finding the locker number she had to discern in order to send bees to the right location. both halves, shoved into Dito's locker through the slot, a message enough in their splintered, ruined pieces.
do it yourself.
she still lives and breathes. he might only have to catch her once, but she's still alive. still moving.
no idea if this is revenge or not, since she had taken such care to be anonymous - if it isn't, then the timing is apt. if it is, she hopes at least three stung him. miserable, wretched man. at least she wasn't planning anything spectacular for today - it dampens her mood throughout.]