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Bonus Round 5: Clue

Sometimes, all you need are a few little details to imagine something bigger. This round is inspired by a classic board game with a cast of colorful characters, but for SASO your only limits on "who", "where", and "with what" are what you can imagine (and the SASO fandom list, of course)!
Please read this whole post before commenting to ensure that your team gets the most points possible. (There are changes from last year!)
RULES
- Submit prompts by commenting to this post with the format of a Clue mystery - "[character] in the [location] with [item]", along with any ship/ot3/etc. from one of our nominated fandoms.
- Example: Sawamura Daichi in the teachers' lounge with the Hello Kitty! lunchbox
- The person in your prompt MAY be a member of your ship, but is not REQUIRED to be part of your ship. They must still be a named character from a SASO-nominated fandom.
- Your place must be a physical location, not a state of being or a state of being. However, this location is not required to be real, nor must it be from the same setting as the characters.
- The "item" used must be a physical object that the character can hold or manipulate.
- Unlike the board game, your prompt is NOT required to imply murder. The scenario implied can be anything at all! (As always, please tag properly!)
- Your prompt MUST include some kind of relationship. Platonic relationships are indicated by an "&" between the names (e.g., Natsuo & Yuzuko). Non-platonic relationships use "/" (e.g., Natsuo/Yuzuko). Please don't say "Any pairing," either!
- Fill prompts by replying to the prompt with your Clue-inspired fanwork.
- Remember to follow the general bonus round rules, outlined here.
- Here is a prompt/fill index for your convenience.
FORMAT
Bonus round shenanigans all happen in the comments below. Brand-new works only, please.Required Work Minimums:
- 400 words (prose)
- 400px by 400px (art)
- 14 lines (poetry)
Format your comment in one of the following ways:
If PROMPTING: | If FILLING: | If FILLING as a TEAM GRANDSTAND participant: |
PROMPT: TEAM [YOUR SHIP]
| FILL: TEAM [YOUR SHIP], [RATING]
| FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, [RATING]
|
Posts not using this format will be understood to be unofficial discussion posts, regardless of what they contain. They, like all comments in this community, are subject to the code of conduct.
If you see anyone breaking the code of conduct (e.g., causing drama, being rude) anywhere (not just DW), please contact the mods immediately.
SCORING
These numbers apply to your team as a whole, not each individual teammate. Make as many prompts/fills as you want!For prompts: 5 points each (maximum of 50 prompt points per team per round)
For fills:First 4 fills by any member of your team: 20 points each
Fills 5-10: 15 points each
Fills 11-20: 5 points each
Fills 21-50: 2 points each
Fills 51+: 1 point each
All scored content must be created new for this round.
Etc.
If you're hunting through the prompts looking for what to fill, a good trick is to view top-level comments only (see the line of links below this post).Have a question? Check The FAQ first. If you still need help, feel free to contact the mods. Happy fanworking!
FILL: Team The Prince of Tennis, M
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Word Count: 491 words
Character death, violence, angst - this turned out a lot darker than intended!
***
There’s a boy with a fox mask watching him. His hair is blue, held back with a headband of cherry blossoms, and his yukata is blue as well.
Midousuji stares at him and nibbles at a dango. Midousuji doesn’t have a mask; the money from his mother’s life insurance is enough to get him through school, if his aunt is careful with it, but not enough for luxuries like toys and masks. Even his bike is the same bike he’s had since he was a child, altered and extended so he can still ride it.
The boy dances forwards, darting through the crowd, and stops in front of Midousuji.
“What are you eating?” He asks and his voice is a breathless singsong, the chant of priests at temples corrupted and inverted.
“A dango,” Midousuji says, holding the stick a little more tightly. Some of the boys at school like take his things for the fun of it. He won’t let this be taken from him too, not when it’s such a rare treat. His aunt has money to spend on her children but she won’t extend it to Midousuji as well because after all, she’s being so very charitable already by taking him in (and she’s made sure he knows that).
“Only one?” The boy laugh-sighs, leaning forwards, and offers Midousuji a little mochi cake wrapped in an oak leaf. “Here, you can have this.”
“I’m not supposed to take food from strangers,” Midousuji says even as his stomach rumbles.
“Strange adults. I’m not an adult, Akira. I’m just a child like you.” The words are almost cooed and Midousuji reaches for the mochi before he realizes what’s wrong.
“How do you know my name?” He asks, hand hanging in midair.
“I know the names of all the lonely children and on Children’s Day, I come take them away to a place where they’re wanted,” the fox-masked boy says and laughs. “Will you come with me, lonely Akira?”
Now that Midousuji’s looking for it, he can see the ghostly outline of a tail swaying near the boy’s ankles. It’s tipped with white and moves like smoke in wind.
Kitsune magic!
Midousuji thinks of his mother, thinks of how it felt to be wanted and summons up his courage.
“I’ll come,” he says bravely and puts his hand into the other’s. On his palm, he can feel pads.
*
Deep in the clearing, there’s no light. They’re so far from the festival that Midousuji can’t even hear it anymore. The treetops crowd together and block out the moon.
“Is this it?” He asks, looking around with a little frown. “Where’s my mother?”
“Oh, Akira. I never said that it was she who wanted you.” The mask comes off; the face underneath has no eyes, no nose, just a mouthful of teeth.
“And I never said what you were wanted for.”
Midousuji has just enough time to scream before the mouth descends over him.
Re: FILL: Team The Prince of Tennis, M