Disclaimer & Initial Statement: I don't own Assassination Classroom, I just wanted to try to write horror once. Tentative.

He feels like in that video game Karma used to play, the creepy one with the moon falling. Like his life currently has a small clock in a corner, and every day there was a huge screen that showed how many days they had left to live. Right now, it is counting down minutes.

Minutes.

The graduation ceremony has started down in the main building, but his classmates aren't there. Not his classmates, not his teachers. Not him. Not his mother, either, though he is pretty sure she would have been, if only to spite him for not graduating with the rest of his year.

She is dead. She has been dead for two days, now, stabbed by the kitchen knife strapped to his thigh. A real knife, a metal knife, his key to freedom.

He is the only one left, now. He, and Koro-sensei, who is sitting on his desk, smiling. Sensei's tentacles are doing a little dance to the left, a little dance to the right, and the limbs he uses as his hands are crossed over on the desk resting atop the class roster. He looks ready to take attendance, but he is not, as he is only one left.

Bitch-sensei and Karasuma-sensei didn't show up for the last week. They had taken an unannounced vacation, month long, which the chairman had given to them with a resigned smile. Supposedly, they were going to travel a little, but he doesn't doubt they probably stayed in their houses doing nothing since Bitch-sensei likes doing nothing with Karasuma-sensei. Ritsu received a few messages they were well and happy, that they will meet again soon, before she was disconnected from the server by her parents, who claimed she a failure.

Her body, completely blank, is in the room. Back row, next to the window. Next to her, Kayano sits quietly with her long-cold gun in her hand and her loose hair covered in blood, a beautiful outfit adorning her form. Itona lays on the other side, curled up around his final, improved cam-copter and a phone with more contact numbers he ever used, a bottle of pills scattered to his side.

Two days ago, there were four left. Now, he is the only one.

Minutes.

Karma breaks into the room, panting, and Koro-sensei's tentacle reaches up to hold the door in place. He shouldn't bother, no one else is coming, everyone else too busy spending their last moments with their families and loved ones.

Karma doesn't speak. He goes to the back and, after a second of internal debate, takes his desk and drags it to the front of the class. Next to his own, in the second row and to the side of the window, where it used to be back in first year and where Kayano sits -used to sit- nowadays.

He never apologised to Karma. He will never get to apologize now.

Minutes.

He reaches for Karma's hand and twines their fingers together.

"Then," Koro-sensei says, still smiling, a circle painted in his face. He is proud. Strangely enough, he is proud. "I shall take attendance now, class. Akabane, Karma."

"Here," and Karma's voice comes out as a tired whisper, as it had been for the past week. Tired, beaten, resigned, without the energy to even fight him when they see each other as it had been for the past couple of months.

The list continues, lacking the sounds of guns firing and people raising their voices just to be heard over the ruckus. Lacking so much. Life. Joy. Life. Fun.

"Shiota, Nagisa."

"Here."

Dull. Broken. Dead. When was the last time he spoke, anyways? Did he die last week, or did he die two days ago? Did he die when their months-long research was discovered to be in vain? Did he die when he stabbed his mother to death, once in her stomach, then in her chest? Maybe, when Kayano kissed him before she shot, hands tight around his own and tears spilling? When Itona backed up a heavily corrupted Ritsu's data in his phone before he went to sleep? When Ritsu gave him flowers, flowers, flowers until she exhausted her offline memory and shut down?

"What a small class we have today."

Koro-sensei is still smiling and Karma is holding his hand so tight it hurts.

Seconds.

"Do you want to go anywhere?" There are tentacles wrapping around him, around Karma, pulling them closer to their beloved teacher, and he wraps an arm around Sensei's thick neck to keep himself steady. "Go out with style? Anything you want to do?"

To be honest, breaking from a huge free fall sounds like a good way to die. It will be a reminder of how unimportant he is.

He is ready to give his answer when Karma's nails dig into his neck, pulling him closer, making him gasp in pain and something else, forcing the both of them to curl up tucked in to Sensei's chest. Warm. Familiar. Vulnerable. Not good.

"Here is fine."

Sensei chuckles and he feels his trained paranoia flare at the movement. He is vulnerable and he is surrounded, Karma is too close and Sensei is too big, he only has one weapon he can't reach and-

Seconds...!

Karma's nails hurt. He brings their joined hands to his mouth and bites on Karma's finger, hopefully hard enough to break skin, and Sensei is laughing and squeezing them tightly. He relaxes, just a bit, arching his neck to let Karma play with his blood (he is a sadist, he is the worst, he should die, he is such a good f-), failing to kick away the tentacle that just pulled his shoe off, letting his whole weight fall into Sensei as retaliation. Sadists, annoying, both of them and there are seconds left-

"Good students," Sensei says when they are both comfortable, wrapped around each other and around Sensei, and then he is forcing the part of him that is not tentacles to speak for once in a whole year. "Well."

Sensei -the God of Death, the first one, his one and only teacher, role model- is smiling, and for the first time in weeks Nagisa feels like smiling as well. For once, he feels not dead or broken, and yet-

Seconds.

"I will be going, then."

Three.

"Have a safe trip, Koro-sensei."

One.

The world goes white.

In one moment, Akabane Karma is shocked out of a video game trance by the bite marks around his fingers, left behind by someone he loves fears loathes who-

The same moment, Kayano Kaede accidentally drops her sister's favorite plate when she feels a heavy, lead object go into her head it is so painful why did this freedom-

A few seconds later, Horibe Itona trips and crashes on the stairs by the sudden weight and dizziness in his head and stomach and betrayal and loneliness and where-

In Norway, a group of programmers stare in fear as parts of their program corrupt, and corrupt, and corrupt until suddenly the picture of the crescent moon comes up everywhere before everything crashes.

Shiota Nagisa wakes up from the sharp pain in his neck, gasping for breath, blood dripping into his covers even as he looks out the window and laughs.

The moon is whole.

NOTE: Alright then. I was thinking about this, but since I have other things to work on, I don't think I will update it often. Once a month, maybe, if you people are interested? I hope you are!

If things continue, I should warn you right away, the tags I would have are: past character death, child abuse, implied underage prostitution, drug use, blood and gore, probably horror. They are not happy children right now, they just went through a couple of years of hell and they aren't okay. Also, only Nagisa will remember at full at the beginning. If you're okay with this, then I will try to continue (:

There is a high chance for Karmagisa, but also for just about any combination of the five kids (including Ritsu, even if she's a machine). They are cute, they can do what they want, but I would like to take the reader's opinion into consideration. That's all, I will leave this here for now (I want to write a bunch of drables for this universe but the tIME IS GONE)