Characters: Tohko Amano and you!
Setting: Any floor. 10/16.
Format: Prose.
Summary: After being a fool and tossing a bit too much candy off to the needy, Tohko has woken up with a few
nasty changes. Warnings: Tohko ain't sweet and kind anymore folks. Injuries and death may be involved here.
Tohko woke up on her bed, mad at herself. How could she let herself be killed? She should have planned better to avoid being killed by that embarrassing costume. She tried to get up, but found that she couldn't. Remembering that there was a penalty for dying, she decided to look over herself to make sure that the people in charge hadn't further messed with her.
They had. Her fingers were now blades, which horrified Tohko. How could they do this? What sort of sick horror story was this? This penalty was a bit too much for failing to get candy, and the thought of having trouble holding things without breaking them-especially her beloved books-did not help her already shocked state. When she was able to move again, Tohko noticed that there was another modification. Her costume was too small and unbearably tight. It was painful to walk around in, and her legs and arms got small cuts and started bleeding.
This hurt, but what puzzled Tohko was the fact that instead of worrying about the blood and her pain, she was more worried about the dorm room she was in. She normally didn't care much about this, but now that she looked at it, it was horribly filthy. She cleaned it up as best she could, even though the bleeding got worse when she did.
After cleaning up the room, Tohko knew that if the room had managed to get that messy, than the rest of the tower must be in a dismal shape as well. So, she wandered out of the room and started wandering about, cleaning any messes that she found.
bitchy