This choice: Slot One (End Game Spoilers) • Go Back...Chapter #6True Justice by: Frost   (MAJOR SPOILERS for the ending of Persona 5. Do not read unless you’ve beaten the game.)
Somehow, Akechi wasn’t dead. He had felt the bullet from the cognitive version of himself pierce his skull and everything went black. Seconds later, however, he woke up in chains. Slowly standing up, he scanned his surroundings, finding everything draped in blue. He made his way towards the edge of the cell in his prison, where an old man with a freakishly long nose sat behind a desk. He grimaced, finding the light on the other side of the cell too blinding at the moment.
“You have let me down,” he said, his voice deep and gravelly. “As a pawn in a great game, you served your purpose the best you could and still lost.”
“A… pawn?” Akechi asked. “What the hell do you mean by that?”
“Your purpose as my champion was to defeat the trickster known as Akira Kurusu.” The old man’s smile was patronizing. “You have failed and almost lost the game for me.”
“Game?” Akechi sneered. “What the hell are you going on about old man?!”
The man chuckled. “My… you have a temper. But fear not, your death was not in vain. The game hasn’t been lost yet. As much as I hate to interfere in grand games such as this, I have already concocted a winning gambit, no thanks to you.”
“So what are you going to do with me then, huh?” Akechi asked, slamming his cuffed hands against the bars. “I’m of no use to you.”
“True,” he said. “Although, you’d make a great source of entertainment. It shall be a penalty for nearly costing me the game.”
"Penalty?" Akechi asked, still unsure of where he was. As far as he knew, this didn't seem like the afterlife.
"You must go," he ordered. "My attendants are returning. But before you leave, I have one last word of advice." His wide grin somehow got even bigger. "Make sure she doesn't kill you on sight."
He snapped his fingers, and the world seemed to dissolve around Akechi.
***
Akechi shot up. He had been freed from the strange prison. However, as he scanned his surroundings one more time, he noticed something was completely off.
He had shrunk.
“This is what that bastard meant by entertainment, huh?” He stood up, looking around to get a better look at his new world. It didn’t take him long to piece together that he was in a bedroom of some sort, upon closer inspection he grimaced as he realized it belonged to... | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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