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Cheers to The Elites

by L

!Socials: ▶ Cheers to the Elites blog: <li><a href="https://www.tumblr.com/blog/cheerstotheelites-if" target="_blank">*Insert orchestral music*</a></li> ▶ My main blog: <li><a href="https://www.tumblr.com/blog/l-writes-things" target="_blank">Random bullshit go!</a></li> ▶ Cheers to the Elites Vibes: <li><a href="https://cheerstotheelites-if.tumblr.com/post/682494563334619136/updated-spotify-playlists" target="_blank">"Alexa, play Back in School by Mother Mother."</a></li> !Credits: Template: <li><a href="https://vahnya.itch.io/twine-template" target="_blank">Vahnya on itch.io</a></li> Guides: ▶ Twine Subreddit ▶ Twine Official Cookbook ▶ IF Community and Twine Guides on Tumblr ▶ Twine Grimoire Vol. 1 & 2 by G.C. "Grim" Baccaris ▶ Various Twine tutorials on YouTube Big Thanks to: ▶ The Write Club discord server for its wonderful mods and members for being such inspiration and great help during the writing process of this IF ▶ My followers for being such patient and supportive people <<button "Return to game" $return>><</button>>

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!Prologue - Catalyst !!1586 C.A., 1st of Prosperity !!Friday !!11:06 pm This was a mistake. A fucking mistake. Why did he agree to this? He warned her, and was right about what would happen. He still has time to get help, to end this madness. //Hurry.// He dashes through the long hallways of the castle. Shrieks and screams growing faint behind him the farther he went. Banners of guilds were hung on the stone walls, but all became a blurry mess as he ran past them. It's night now. How did so many things go so wrong in just an hour? This was nothing more but to be just a friendly bout; a mutual duel. Not a massacre. He skids to a halt, upon seeing a figure approach. They wear a wide woven hat on their head with a thin veil that wrap around the rims and obscures their face, and long, gray robes (a //nagagi// and //haori//, if the man remembers how a few of the Eastern Magi look) with black wide pants (a //hakama//). A pair of black sandals are on their feet that accompany stark, white socks. The figure holds a staff, one that Eastern temple priests have; a long staff with a ring attached to one end, and several smaller rings dangling off it. The figure removes their hat, revealing the long dark gray underneath, and the black face paint that covered the upper half of their face. They smile, their crimson red eyes smiling with it. "Is this the gala?" They ask him, accent thick from the East, yet their Common is clear. "Ah, I, um, yes," He stutters in reply, "but I suggest you come back again in three months, my friend. The gala is ending in a bit. You wouldn't see much if you went in now." "Is that so?" The foreigner nods a bit in understanding. "How odd. I recall being invited here, though it appears I got the time wrong." They chuckle. "Ah, when you live for such a long time it becomes a blur." The man furrowed his brows a bit at what they said. The foreigner before him doesn't look any older than him, which is around twenty-five from his guess. The thought came short when a loud cry echoed through the halls. He snaps his head behind him, body tensing. The foreigner looks past him, and onto the vast hallway. A worried frown forms on their face. "Oh my. Is everything alright back there?" The foreigner starts walking, but the man is quick to grab them by the shoulders. "Yes, yes!" The man says and strains a smile. "Just people being surprised by the last duel's outcome." "Really?" The foreigner frowns, and gently brushes the man's hands off their shoulders with the back of their hand. "That sounds like distress more than awe, sir." "No, no, that's certainly awe. Don't be mistaken! How about we just go somewhere else, yes?" The suggestion did little to steer away the foreigner's worry and concern. "I suggest we check instead." The foreigner walks past him and puts on their hat. "Come, before whatever thing is happening there becomes worse." The man stands there, conflicted to follow or not. The foreigner might be thinking that it's a duel gone awry, and he can't let this one die too. With no other choice, and knowing that there's no stopping this foreigner, the man sighs and quickly catches up to them as they now begin to run. The foreigner's haori flutters behind them as they dash down the hall. The two make their way through the hallway, the screams and cries becoming fainter and fainter as they reach a set of huge double doors. By the time they've reached the partially open doors, the screams have become an eerie silence. Blood and iron reached their noses when they arrived. Glimpses of mangled limbs and hollowed eyes can be seen past the door. The man winces at the sight, a hand put over his mouth to keep his stomach from throwing up as he steps back. The foreigner does the opposite, moving forward and pushing one of the doors wider with their staff. Red greets them. It's everywhere. On the marble floor, on the limestone walls, the towering windows on a wall, and even on the domed ceiling. Tables and chairs are turned over, some more broken than others. Limbs (oh, the limbs) were strewn about; broken in half, twisted, separated from their owners. Corpses in places where they shouldn't; chests pierced on the sharpen points of fallen chandeliers, half of their mangled bodies hanging on shattered windows, dangling upside down from the indoor balcony railing by the strands of muscles and tendons that connect to their severed feet. Some were in a pile with faces frozen in terror. Pools of red were under those piles, plentiful enough to fill buckets. [[It's worse than they thought.|P2]]

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The foreigner looks at the man, who has tears running down his face now. Tears of fear? Tears of anger? Tears of sadness? Tears of guilt? They don't know. The tears run down so profusely that it's hard to tell. The foreigner walks over to him and puts a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "It'll be fine." They smile warmly, squeezing his shoulder gently. They pull their hand back, then turn to head inside the bloody room. "Wait." The foreigner stops, looking back at the man. He wipes away his tears profusely and looks at the foreigner with a steely look. "I'm coming with you." The foreigner's lips part in surprise and accompany the blink that followed. They study him for a while, tilting their head just a bit. There is something unreadable in the man's eyes. It's a mix of other emotions they can't quite place, and yet… The corners of their lips tug a bit at the man's offer, one of amusement. "Alright. You can come." The man nods curtly, and joins the foreigner as they enter the once grand ballroom. The two cautiously make their way, stepping over limbs and corpses and brushing through thrashed and broken furniture. The silence continues on, carrying a tension that overstayed its welcome. They trudge on, looking around to see for any survivors. More corpses greet them instead. Who, or what, could've done this? Silence hangs in the thread of tension that lingers in the air. "Earlier," the foreigner begins, attracting the attention of the man as they continue to search, "you lied about the screams here being of awe." They look at him. "Why?" The man stops, body turning frozen still. His hands open and close at his sides, nails digging into his palms when they clench shut. "I…" He hesitates for a moment. He straightens himself, a sigh soon escaping. "I… It—” the man pauses and frowns at himself for stuttering so much, before continuing, “—I had my reasons." "And whatever are those reasons, sir?" The foreigner tilts their head a bit. "Lie to what? Protect? Hide? Avoid?" "Look, my friend," the man exhales, hands lifting up and placing themselves onto the foreigner's shoulders, squeezing a bit tightly, "how about we just search for survivors…?" "You're avoiding my question." The foreigner frowns mildly, forehead creasing from their furrowing brows. "Please, sir, be honest for only one question, that is all I ask of you." He didn't answer, only continuing to look away. A disappointed sigh leaves the foreigner, and they continue walking again without another word. It's better not to pry for now. The sun has already long set outside, its orange rays vanishing from over the horizon with whatever remaining ray of lights coat everything in a dim hue of reds and purples. Their footsteps let out a faint echo, piercing the unnerving silence. Then sobbing. It came from the garden; faint and agonizing. The two head outside, arriving at the huge stone deck that connects to the garden. The sight of more gore greets them. Stone benches are broken, plant life coated in red while others are pulled out of the ground, fountain statues shattered into pieces. The sobs weren't too far off. The man is quick to run ahead to its source. The foreigner frowns at that, then follows after a moment of examining the damage that has occured. The smell of iron grows stronger as they follow the trail of deep red, their sandals and feet now being stained with each step they make. Wet steps and light splashes as the pool got a bit deeper. They wince as an endless stinging sensation slowly grew on their feet, but continued on despite it. Before them is a stone platform with old runes surrounding it. A few of those runes are cracked in the middle, while another few flickered with a dark blue light. The sobs have grown louder. Walking up the steps of the platform, there is a young woman in the middle of all the red, on her knees and crying into her hands. Her arms bleed, and blood continues to flow down and drip from her elbows. A husky lays beside her, head on her laps and nuzzling its snout under her arms as a sign of comfort. Its white and gray coat is soaked in red as it lays beside her. [[Where did the man go?|P3]]

"Are you alright, miss?" The woman looks up, eyes red and puffy from her crying. Before her stood the foreigner, looking down at them through their thin veil. They pull something out from under their robe, and offer it to her. It's a small hand towel. Hesitantly, the woman reaches out and takes it with trembling hands. "Thank you…" She mumbles and wipes away her tears then the blood on her hands. Red slowly dyes the towel, becoming soaked and heavy. "Take all the time you need…" The foreigner reassures, voice gentle as they lower themselves to sit into the pool of red with her. "No, don't!" The foreigner looks at the woman, stopping midway down to the floor already. Her hands are outstretched to stop them, but quickly pulls them back close to her chest. "Don't sit… please. The blood will burn you." "Oh!" The foreigner exclaims, and straightens. They look down at their feet and chuckle a bit. "No wonder my feet were stinging earlier." The woman looks down at their feet and gasps. Third degree burns have formed on where the stains were earlier, skin burning off and revealing muscle and the white of bone underneath. Though the stranger remains unfazed. "I, I'm so sorry…" The foreigner glances at the husky, unfazed still by the red, metallic smelling acid it's laying on. Interesting. //Very// interesting. "No need to apologize, miss." The foreigner takes off their woven hat, to show the reassuring smile that's hidden under their veil. "Is it alright to ask what happened here?" The woman's shoulders stiffen and her hands lower to her laps. One hand gently brushed the husky's head, careful not to stain its fur even redder, while the other clenched the hand towel tightly. Her head hangs low, hair falling down the sides of her face. Eyes are wide as the phantom screams of terror fill her ears once again. "I've killed everyone." The woman utters, her fist clenching the towel tighter. "I, I didn't mean to… I just used my magic, that's all…" "And what magic is that…?" The foreigner crouches down to her height, sitting on the back of their heels. A hand gently holds her shoulder, squeezing it reassuringly. "Blood magic…" Blood magic? No, that can't be right. They were called because a summoning spell went awry. Not blood magic. That was never mentioned in the letter they received earlier. Gray brows furrow in thought. Could they perhaps read the letter wrong? Or has its sender misinterpreted the magic used? The lack of a concrete truth in it doesn't bode well for them. They looked around the chaos surrounding them once again. More corpses came to view, a good portion of them impaled on tree branches and others on top of or amongst debris. For all the foreigner knew, blood magic was nothing short of being just rumors in the Magi community. Close to nonexistent, others would say. Tall tales of blood magic being just its Magus using their enemy's blood as to puppeteer them, block off their enemy's blood vessels, or, in worse cases, drain all of their blood from their body. "Your blood magic did all of this?" The foreigner looks back at the woman in disbelief. She grimaces as she slowly gets up to her feet with the assistance of the husky. "You sound surprised," she comments softly, glancing at the foreigner warily, “like you haven’t heard of the tales the magic my family can do.” "Well, I was more expecting a summoning to do this kind of damage, to be quite frank with you." The foreigner admits with a sheepish chuckle and smile. The woman doesn't comment, only continuing to give them a wary look. The silence stretches between them, one was looking back at the chaos while the other shifts uncomfortably on where she stands. The husky's gaze stays glued onto the foreigner as they continue to assess the mass murder surrounding the three of them. "Why did you do it?" The question made the woman’s shoulders to stiffen once again. The crimson gaze of the foreigner's lands on her. There's… sympathy…? Or pity maybe. Both look the same in her eyes. And yet there is something else in them that she can't quite decipher. "I told you, I didn't want this to happen…" The woman looks away, a hand rubbing her arm anxiously. "This was all just an accident… a very brutal accident…" The foreigner hums in acknowledgement, eyes casting down in thought. They soon look back up at her, with a different glint in their eyes. "How about we make a deal?" "A deal?" The woman frowns a bit in confusion at the sudden offer. Deals are never good in her experience. They always come back to bite you when you least expect it. Her hand instinctively moves to brush the husky's head as it growls at the foreigner. It's clear that even her faithful companion doesn't like where this is going. "I'm a wandering deal maker, you see," the foreigner explains with a cool smile, "I go around the world and fix things for people that need it." "But there's always a catch to these things, yes?" She takes a step back, growing even more wary of this now so-called fixer upper. The foreigner chuckles, leaning a bit onto their staff. "Well, yes, there is. I do something for you, and in return I will take something from you—fairness on both parties, don't you think? I don't work for free, you know." Her frown deepens. "Take something? Is it material possession? My name? A loved one?" "I'm not that rude to spoil a surprise, miss." Another chuckle, their smile widening just a tiny bit. "You will find out when we make the deal." She stays quiet for a moment, her mind considering the pros and cons of dealing with this stranger. It's a gamble. For one, they said that they can fix things, or so they declare to. There is no proof that they can actually do it. It’s not like they can actually do it in an instant, right? For all she knew, this person could be bluffing. The woman sighs and looks at the foreigner. Their crimson eyes boring into her vibrant blues expectantly. If a simple deal is what it takes for them to fix everything, so be it. What else does she have to lose? Everything is already gone, so why be cautious? "So, are you considering a deal?" The foreigner asks, putting a hand out to her with their unwavering smile. The woman glances at their hand, then back at them. Their smile doesn't change or strain. Hesitantly, she reaches her hand out to make the deal. A different hand grips her wrist and pulls it away. All eyes shift to its owner and it was the man from earlier. His suit is soaked in blood, parts of his skin emitting steam from the acidic blood that coat parts of it. His dark grey eyes stare hard on the woman's, his grip tight on her wrist. "Lothric…!" The woman blurts, blinking at the suddenness of her Familiar. The smile on the foreigner seems to widen in excitement at the surprise intervention. "Mistress, we don't even know what we're bargaining for." Lothric stresses, quickly glancing at the foreigner then back at his master. "This deal could be a trap for all we know." "This can fix things." The woman reasons, her resolve unmoving. "We both didn't want this outcome, and we're being given a chance to start things over." "By the gods, Aislinn…" The Familiar looks away to the side in exasperation, before looking back at her. "You and I both know that time can not be altered. What has happened happened, and all we can do is move on. We aren't even sure if this so-called deal maker can even do such a thing!" "That's a risk I'm willing to take." Aislinn pulls her hand out of Lothric's hold, a stubborn frown forming on her face. Lothric's lips parted to protest, but instead chose to let out a resigned sigh and pinch the bridge of his nose. "Do what you want. I already warned you earlier and you didn't listen. Now, I warn you again about this, and you choose to be foolish." He steps away from his master. "Whatever outcome comes next, be it good or bad, the responsibility will fall on you, Mistress." "You'll still stay by my side even if chaos happens around me…?" "Always." They exchange a small smile, before all focus returns to the foreigner. They still have their hand out, smile still there with a patient look in their eyes. Her hand grips theirs, wincing at the stinging zap she felt when their skin made contact with one another. The feeling lingers, a numbing sensation seeping under her skin and into her bones. "I want you to fix all of this and bring everyone back." Aislinn states, looking the foreigner directly in the eye. "That's it? Nothing more?" The foreigner inquires, raising a curious brow and tilting their head "Yes." The foreigner hums in thought, with a small nod. "In exchange, I will be taking your legacy." And before a protest could be made, something tight wraps around Aislinn's wrist. Looking down with a hiss, she sees a gold band has snaked its way from the foreigner's sleeve. The band emits a warm feeling that gradually grows hotter, and hotter until it burns into her flesh. Aislinn winces, her teeth grinding harder against one another as she pushes down the pain. The excess of the band snaps off, returning to the foreigner's gray sleeve as their hand pulls back from hers. The gold on her arm cracks and brittles away, its shine fading and faint wet thumps hitting onto the floor. What remained of it is a circular burn mark that wrapped around her wrist. "The deal has been made." The foreigner chimes with a giggle hidden under their long sleeve. With a tap of the end of their staff onto the ground, the rings jingle in a chaotic tune. A light emits from the jingling ring, and its brightness grew, and grew, filling up the entire area. [[Aislinn and Lothric had to shield their eyes as the light engulfed all.|P4]]

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!!1586 C.A., 1st of Destruction !!??? !!??:?? pm Orange leaves cover the forest floor. It's been exactly eight months since the incident. The deal worked. Everyone has been revived and all damages were repaired with a single tap of a staff. But just like what the foreigner said, they will take her legacy. And take they did. The revived didn't forget what she's done. They've banished her and her family's name from the society and community she grew up in and treasured so dearly. Friends abandoned her, fearing that the association alone would get them banished too. Family members grew enraged at being dragged on to consequences that weren't theirs to begin with. Only Lothric remained by her side the whole time, loyalty unwavering. May the gods bless him for his deeds. Bless his soul for his kindness and love. Kicked out of the family home and barely out of adulthood, Aislinn and Lothric were forced to wander the land in search of a village willing to take in a former noblewoman and her dog. Every village they came upon, with at least one Magus in it, either asked them to leave or forced them out moments after finding out who Aislinn was. They often spend their nights in caves or in forest clearings due to this, shivering in the cold and nearly getting sick as an aftereffect. "Lothric… do you ever think we'll ever be forgiven…?" Aislinn asks, voice soft as her thumb idly rubs the thick burn scar around her wrist. Lothric looks up at her, stopped midway from tending to their small campfire. He sighs and goes back to tending the fire, throwing some sticks into the burning embers. They’re in another forest clearing again, with ruins and remains of a long dead civilization. "I'm not sure." He admits, lowering the stick he used to tend to the flames. His back rests against the fallen pillar behind him, eyes focused above on to the stars. "I'm already starting to think that we will never be." The stars above shine brightly in the sky, accompanying the lonely crescent moon. The crackle of the fire mixed well with the faint sounds of the night wild life surrounding them. It's cold again tonight. He already has torn off the cape attached to his tunic and given it to Aislinn, so she won't shiver and catch a fever. Winter is approaching soon, and without a home they might as well die in the soon to be white forests and fields. Lothric's thoughts came to a halt when a weight formed on his shoulder. He turns his head to look, and sees that Aislinn is just leaning her head with a thousand yard stare in her eyes. He leans his head on top of hers in return, the quiet circling around them. "If we do get to go back, do you think our rooms will still be there…?" Aislinn ponders, her thumb still rubbing against the scar, gaze focused and dazed onto nothing. Lothric scoffs, one arm moving to wrap around her and pull her close to him. "I'm sure our rooms are either thrashed or used for storage now." Aislinn lets out a hum in thought. "It's not bad to be hopeful, is it?" The Familiar didn't reply, but instead reached out and held her scarred wrist, squeezing it gently. "I promise, Aislinn," Lothric looks at her, meeting her vibrant blue gaze. "[["That I will—"|P5]]"

!!22 T.G., 17th of Fury !!Sunday !!11:00 pm //Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep—// You shut your phone's alarm with a sigh as you return back to reality. Your arms stretch back and your spine arches as they let out satisfying cracks from your stiff muscles and joints. A satisfied groan escaping your throat as you do so, before falling slack from the needed stretch with a yawn. You were hoping you could finish the books within the day, but you sort of overestimated your reading speed. Damn the Literature teacher for assigning a thick book to study for the whole grade. And he expects everyone in your class to be finished already by Wednesday with notes for a character study on the foreigner, Aislinn, and Lothric. You're almost to the end of chapter 10. You started reading after lunch. It took you nearly a whole day to read a single chapter. The book has 80 chapters. What the hell is this bullshit? Whoever the author is—Hans Blanche, right?—why the hell did their editor let them write thirty (yes, you counted) pages per chapter? Do they even have an editor? Why is everything so wordy?! Regardless, at this point, you're already too tired to even keep reading. The notebook beside you on your bed is just filled with notes about Aislinn; who she is and what she's done thus far. You have yet to write your thoughts about Lothric and this foreigner character that desperately needs a name. You can't keep calling them "the foreigner" forever, and you hope their name should be mentioned in the next chapter. It better be, or you'll end up naming the character "Boogeyman". But now, you should get some sleep. You don't know how much more reading your eyes and brain can handle before you end up throwing the book or burning it in the backyard. It's a Sunday night. A bit more humid than most nights as the smell of rain reaches your nose, but no sound of your roof rattling can be heard. Must be a light drizzle. The neighborhood is quiet, only being broken by the occasional faint barks of dogs a few houses down the street. You sigh and put a bookmark in between the pages you stopped at and shut it with a small thump. You put away the notebook and pen you've used in your bag haphazardly, before exiting your room to brush your teeth and wash your face (gods, your face feels oily). You placed the book on your desk on the way out. You have a digital copy on your phone anyway. You can continue this long mess in school, and when you’re not ready to doze off at any second. The faint sounds of the TV downstairs reaches your ears, indicating that your parents are still awake. You can hear the local news program playing. You can't really make out what the reporter's saying, since your brain refuses to understand anything related to words. A tired yawn leaves your mouth, and you make your way to the bathroom down the small hallway. Flicking on the bathroom lights, the pale blue tiled walls greet you first in all of its glory. You walk over to the sink, get your toothbrush and toothpaste and start brushing away. You take the time to examine your tired self. The first thing you notice are tired orbs of… <<listbox "$ecolor" autoselect>> <<option "midnight black">> <<option "chocolate brown">> <<option "chestnut brown">> <<option "champagne brown">> <<option "onyx brown">> <<option "forest green">> <<option "jade green">> <<option "pine green">> <<option "bottle green">> <<option "arctic blue">> <<option "ocean blue">> <<option "azure blue">> <<option "pale blue">> <<option "fog gray">> <<option "cloudy gray">> <<option "sugar gray">> <<option "silver gray">> <<option "sun yellow">> <<option "daffodil yellow">> <<option "honey yellow">> <<option "temple gold">> <<option "strawberry red">> <<option "candy red">> <<option "ruby red">> <<option "sangria red">> <<option "amber orange">> <<option "pumpkin orange">> <<option "marigold orange">> <<option "peach orange">> <<option "lemonade pink">> <<option "rose pink">> <<option "fuschia pink">> <<option "bubblegum pink">> <<option "lavender purple">> <<option "amethyst purple">> <<option "periwinkle purple">> <<option "iris purple">> <<option "cotton white">> <<option "mismatched">> <</listbox>> Dead, tired, bloodshot eyes stare back at your reflection. All energy from earlier drained from it and is left with the yearning to shut and rest. Tears pricked at your eyes, having been overworked at the endless reading earlier. You easily wipe away a tear with the back of your fingers. You glance up at your hair. It's still… <<listbox "$hlength" autoselect>> <<option "short">> <<option "chin length">> <<option "neck length">> <<option "shoulder length">> <<option "chest length">> <<option "back length">> <<option "waist length">> <</listbox>> and... <<listbox "$hcolor" autoselect>> <<option "raven black">> <<option "dark brown">> <<option "chestnut brown">> <<option "golden brown">> <<option "coffee brown">> <<option "burgundy">> <<option "auburn">> <<option "ginger">> <<option "strawberry blonde">> <<option "ash blonde">> <<option "dirty blonde">> <<option "dark blonde">> <<option "honey blonde">> <<option "platinum blonde">> <<option "stark white">> <<option "basil green">> <<option "mint green">> <<option "sage green">> <<option "moss green">> <<option "ocean blue">> <<option "robin blue">> <<option "stone blue">> <<option "wine purple">> <<option "twilight purple">> <<option "heather purple">> <<option "midnight purple">> <<option "graphite gray">> <<option "smoky gray">> <<option "slate gray">> <<option "silvery gray">> <<option "sunflower yellow">> <<option "canary yellow">> <<option "bumblee yellow">> <<option "dandelion yellow">> <<option "coral pink">> <<option "blush pink">> <<option "watermelon pink">> <<option "taffy pink">> <<option "brick red">> <<option "mahogany red">> <<option "blood red">> <<option "crimson red">> <<option "tiger orange">> <<option "rust orange">> <<option "bronze orange">> <<option "apricot orange">> <</listbox>> It's a bit messier than usual, but still… <<listbox "$hstyle" autoselect>> <<option "straight">> <<option "wavy">> <<option "loosely curled">> <<option "tightly curled">> <<option "coiled">> <<option "frizzy">> <<option "kinky">> <<option "in locks">> <</listbox>> You could care less right about the mess your hair decided to be in right now. Frankly, you don’t know how it became that way when you just sat by your bed for the past few hours. You spat out the remainder of toothpaste onto the sink, gargled some water, and rinsed off your toothbrush. You look back up at your reflection, the back of your hand wiping off the foam from your face. Your hands moved to pick up the bottle face wash. You squeeze some into the palm of your hand, as the other puts the bottle down. The faucet squeaks open and water rushes out again. Your other hand gathers water and you splash it on your face, before rubbing both your hands together and start spreading it across your… <<listbox "$scolor" autoselect>> <<option "pale skin">> <<option "rosy skin">> <<option "ivory skin">> <<option "beige skin">> <<option "golden skin">> <<option "bronze skin">> <<option "tan skin">> <<option "mahogany skin">> <<option "umber skin">> <<option "ebony skin">> <<option "olive skin">> <</listbox>> Cold water is splashed on to your face again as you bend down to the sink to rinse off the face wash. Another squeak of the faucet and it's turned off. An audible exhale leaves your mouth as you reach the face towel nearby. You dry off, putting the towel back with a sigh after as you look back at yourself in the mirror. Tired. Burnt out. Probably wanting to get absorbed by Gaia. Or maybe simply become a mushroom and live in bliss on the forest floor. It's going to be Monday tomorrow. A new day for stress again with the unending stagnation of never ending projects, and very close to having a mental breakdown everyday. [[Continue|P6]]

Has death never felt any closer? You swear you can feel its phantom hands holding yours whenever you look down from the taller floors of your school. It tugs at you, urging you to fall, reassuring that it will catch you into its cold, cold embrace. It's tempting. Truly, you can achieve true rest that way? It sounds like a sweet— You shake your head, removing those thoughts out of your mind. What would your parents think if you did that? Dad will be devastated. Mom will probably have it worse. Both of them will wonder where they went wrong. You can't—no, you won't allow yourself to let that happen. You're just tired. Mentally. That's what you are. An overworked 12th Grader that yearns for nothing more but rest, waking up to get ready to attend living hell like some sick limbo. You leave the bathroom and head back to your room. You shut your bedroom door behind you, and get under the sheets. Your eyes look up at the ceiling, mind wandering. Okay, so, Monday, which means in the morning to lunch you have one hour and thirty minutes of four classes—Art, History, Chemistry, Music—and then one hour lunch break. After that three more classes—Computer, Creative Writing, PE—then dismissal. Then some club activities after, if the club leader says that there will be any— Wait, why are these your last thoughts before you sleep? You turn to your side and shut your eyes, a long exhale leaving through your nose. You really should stop doing that before bed. No wonder all your dreams as of recent have been about school. Your body slowly relaxes into the mattress and soft pillow under your head. Fatigue ushers you to sleep and you give in, noise becoming silent as your consciousness fades away. <<button "Next Chapter" "C1">><</button>>

!Welcome to Cheers to The Elites An IF about the typical highschool life in a hellish school, with hellish peers, and hellish Professors. Being a witness to something you shouldn't, you're dragged by the Student Council in to a rabbit hole of secrets and madness. Oh, how much you regret being at the wrong place at the wrong time. Fate must be cruel to you, no? !!!Features: * Customizable MC. * Romance or Befriend 6 RO's (4 Student Council members, 1 Batchmate, 1 Stranger) * Join a club. * Learn magic (if the Vice President allows it) and get a Familiar of your own. * Choose your history with 2 of the RO's * Uncover secrets of the school and the people around you. * Probably meet a goddess, amongst many supernatural beings. * ''Trust no one.'' !!!Content Warnings before proceeding: * Graphic Gore (Plant Gore,Mutilation & Dismemberment) * Violence * Abuse (Implied Physical, Psychological & Emotional) * Blood * Thoughts, Discussions, & Attempts of Suicide * Thoughts & Discussions about Death * Depictions of Depression & Anxiety * Severe bullying * Swearing * Dark Jokes & Humor * Alcohol (Mentions & Consumption) * Self-harm * Self-destructive tendencies * Unhealthy coping mechanisms !Reader's Discretion is heavily advised <<button "Start" P1>><</button>>

!End of Demo ''Please save your file in the previous passage, since this one will be removed in the next update and to refrain from your progess being lost.'' Hey, you reached the end! Thank you so much for playing, and I hope you enjoyed the Prologue. Chapter 1 is still in progress and is undergoing a minor rework currently. A lot of things are being written, so expect a big update coming next with: * More content * More MC customization * Skills & Relationships Menu * Meet your parents * Experience the Lumintoile Academia school life * Meet The Student Council and Batchmate RO's * Stress over schoolwork * ''Be a witness to [REDACTED]'' <li><a href="https://www.tumblr.com/blog/cheerstotheelites-if" target="_blank">You can keep up with updates here!</a></li>