It seems the elevator deposited the group on what could only be the roof of the school, the fenced perimeter and spindly towers spread out under the blue-black midnight sky. But what a sky it is-- there are stars, hundreds and thousands of stars, more than can be seen in Yumemigaoka, glittering like a beautiful velvet box encrusted with diamonds. The moon hangs large and heavy amidst the glimmering starlight, casting it's pale golden glow like a spotlight upon the rooftop, almost close enough to touch by always just out of reach. Along the ground, floating upon a clear, shallow layer of water, there are countless gekkabijin flowers, their white blooms gently perfuming the night air with their sweet scent. And beyond that, perched upon the top of one of the tower spires and eyes trained on the stars is...
"... you guys never know when to give up, huh?"
Surprisingly, it's not Hanako there but Amane instead, clad in the black cardigan and blue pants of his Fujiwara Junior High school uniform. He turns his eyes away from the moon and the dazzling night sky, his expression cold and oddly detached as he glances upon the group gathered below. It's a jarring contrast to his usual goofy, cheerful demeanor as a Dreamer, or even his more subdued nature in the Waking World, and for someone who seemed to be in dire need to be rescued, he sure doesn't look all that thrilled by the company.
But then a voice pipes up from behind the spire, lighter and more childish in tone but eerily familiar all the same.
"Oh? What's this? We have guests already? Ahaha, guess all those traps and puzzles weren't all that great after all, were they, Amane?"
A gloved hand plants itself around the spire, using it as leverage to swing themselves away from their hiding spot, and...
... huh?
The boy who emerges could only be described as a palette-swap of Dreamer Hanako; where Hanako's uniform was a twilight purple fading into dark stars, this one is vibrant pinkish red, fading to white, with the purple lining his jacket tails and the rope bow on his back. The white shirt and accents are now black, and the moon upon Hanako's ever present cap is now a small sun instead. Was Amane actually telling the truth this whole time? Was Hanako actually a completely other person...?
But then the boy smiles, his sharp canines (much sharper than Hanako's ever were) glinting in the moonlight as his golden eyes darken to something more sinister and dangerous.
BOSS COMBAT ENCOUNTER: DREAM̴ER?̶̛̜̥͖̘̃̿̈̈̊̽̈́͊͋̅̕͝?̸̂̋̈́̅̒̌̄̐̽͘͝͝͠͝
NIGHT TERROR ENCOUNTER
♫ Endlessufia – Jibaku Shonen Hanako-kun OST
It seems the elevator deposited the group on what could only be the roof of the school, the fenced perimeter and spindly towers spread out under the blue-black midnight sky. But what a sky it is-- there are stars, hundreds and thousands of stars, more than can be seen in Yumemigaoka, glittering like a beautiful velvet box encrusted with diamonds. The moon hangs large and heavy amidst the glimmering starlight, casting it's pale golden glow like a spotlight upon the rooftop, almost close enough to touch by always just out of reach. Along the ground, floating upon a clear, shallow layer of water, there are countless gekkabijin flowers, their white blooms gently perfuming the night air with their sweet scent. And beyond that, perched upon the top of one of the tower spires and eyes trained on the stars is...
"... you guys never know when to give up, huh?"
Surprisingly, it's not Hanako there but Amane instead, clad in the black cardigan and blue pants of his Fujiwara Junior High school uniform. He turns his eyes away from the moon and the dazzling night sky, his expression cold and oddly detached as he glances upon the group gathered below. It's a jarring contrast to his usual goofy, cheerful demeanor as a Dreamer, or even his more subdued nature in the Waking World, and for someone who seemed to be in dire need to be rescued, he sure doesn't look all that thrilled by the company.
But then a voice pipes up from behind the spire, lighter and more childish in tone but eerily familiar all the same.
"Oh? What's this? We have guests already? Ahaha, guess all those traps and puzzles weren't all that great after all, were they, Amane?"
A gloved hand plants itself around the spire, using it as leverage to swing themselves away from their hiding spot, and...
... huh?
The boy who emerges could only be described as a palette-swap of Dreamer Hanako; where Hanako's uniform was a twilight purple fading into dark stars, this one is vibrant pinkish red, fading to white, with the purple lining his jacket tails and the rope bow on his back. The white shirt and accents are now black, and the moon upon Hanako's ever present cap is now a small sun instead. Was Amane actually telling the truth this whole time? Was Hanako actually a completely other person...?
But then the boy smiles, his sharp canines (much sharper than Hanako's ever were) glinting in the moonlight as his golden eyes darken to something more sinister and dangerous.
"Should I get rid of them for you, then...?"