#pre-game drv3 fanfiction

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Top Candidate [Pre-DRV3]

Chapter 15

Length: 1853

Rating: 16+ish is the average I’d say for this series? I dunno!

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The Funeral Room, once blank, was now bursting with different colors. I didn’t think Kokichi would have the finse to write out a plan like this.

“Yeah, I totally stole this idea from FMAB! We shouldn’t take any chances! Knowing Junko, if she’s anything like what I’ve learned from the games, she’ll pull some backhanded twist to allow herself to view this room,” Kokichi explained as we first began the plan, “Plus I like to think of him as my sugar~” Before I got the chance to ask what ‘FMAB’ was,  he was rattling off key codes for me to remember. The main people in our plan, those we’re hoping to last the longest, are the typical base ingredients of cake. The topping were the extras, or rather, people we were unsure we could trust. There were flavorings, too, and all of this was becoming a bit overwhelming. But I understood Kokichi’s reasoning clearly; we couldn’t let Junko have the slightest chance of figuring out this plan.

We pushed the bed from its original position to cover the corner entrance. This was to make sure no one could inadvertently come through. And, well, I was a bit anxious. The memories of last time were still screaming at me, though, Kokichi’s words were louder than them.

We were sitting on the bed, scanning over the written words on each whiteboard. I estimated about a day had passed since we got up here. It would really help if they had a clock here, but I guess, they’re already giving us an edge by letting us plot.  

“Now, with all of our planning done, I want to pick your brain a bit. About me and you. I don’t want this to all be wasted space in some room, ya’know,” Kokichi said, leaning his head on my shoulder, “We need a strategy to supplement this plan.”

“Right...I want to believe people would believe you about the killing game, but once your personality becomes full set, there’s no clue what’ll be the truth or a lie coming from you,” I said, pondering as a placed my hand underneath my chin. I rested that arm on my knee, thinking of how to get things organized properly. From the debriefing I received before coming in the stadium, I’d get one clue and the full map of the  killing game territory. Those I wanted to keep secret for now, and if plans required use of them, I should be as vague as possible with Kokichi. Kokichi was an ally to me, but the perks I gained from surviving last cycle were my own. I had to keep that request of hers if all else fails.

“And, on top of that, you’re going to have some memory issues still. Your full memory won’t be unlocked until you figure out your talent again, right?” Kokichi added, his arms wrapping around my me. I hadn’t realized his body had already invaded my personal space and likely wasn’t moving an inch from here. But, as long as we were productive, I didn’t mind much of what Kokichi had been doing. In a strange way, it reminded me of my youngest sister with how he had been acting.

“Yeah, right,” I replied,  curving my head to view the first section of our plan. Or, in our code, the first ingredients in our recipe:

One Donut

One litre of Fanta

One pound of flour

One pound of Sugar

“How about we make flour and Sugar become friends with our Donut early on? That way, when they realize- - ” I started to explain, but Kokichi pressed his head in my chest.

“No! Flour is a cunt. I already don’t like her from training. I think I prefer taking a ‘good cop bad cop’ stance on this. I’ll be the object of disgust for everyone, follow my scripted character, but then also break out of character when needed. You can be the nice voice of reason that gradually turns everyone to pay attention to my words,” Kokichi suggested. But could he really break out of character once we enter the domain of the game? Even with how my cycle went, no one broke character. No matter how much people didn’t want to play their characters, once the game engine shut on, there was no turning back. Kokichi likely wasn’t an exception of the 27 other top candidates they have scouted thus far.

“I don’t think good cop bad cop would work. Remember, you’re only able to break out of character now because we’re outside the domain of the game. Once we’re in the domain of the game, you’ll be stuck to your personality to a tee,” I explained. I watched as Kokichi’s face turned sour, looking down as the shadows from his har obscured his face.

“I can break out of it, ya’know? That’s why I’ve been so dedicated to mastering my character now. You have to believe in me if this is going to work, Rantaro,” Kokichi said, pressing his face into my chest. When I tried to pluck him out, his arms wrapped tighter around me. I wondered why Kokichi was being especially close to me as of late? Had Kokichi and Shuichi really been close lovers before all of this, and he had been missing that feeling of closeness?

“What do I have to do to gain your trust? How can I earn it? I need it, everyone in the world needs it,” Kokichi mumbled into my chest, his fist gripping at the fabric of my shirt, “I’m special. You told me that. You told me I’ll remember everything but I’ll be reduced to a liar. But, just because I lie a lot, doesn’t mean every statement I’ll say is a lie.” Wait, what was Kokichi getting at? The game was purposely designed thus far to have Kokichi as the cornerstone to assist the protagonists with the class trials. In addition, much like Nagito and Togami, Kokichi will irritate the protagonists to a variety of emotional levels. That included having Kokichi tell frequent lies of varying intensity.

“I mean, almost everything out of your mouth will be a lie, Kokichi, we need to come to terms to that first. Then--”

“I did not get fucked by Shuichi.”

“This isn’t the t---”

“I didn’t get fucked by Shuichi. Just kidding, that’s a lie! See? I can lie but still tell the truth in a roundabout way. If I get an urge to lie but know the truth, I can use that setup. You see? OR,” Kokichi said, his face poking out of my chest with a grin, “I didn’t get fucked by Shuichi. But if I did, I’d be--”

“Ok, Ok, whatever, I believe you. It’s not like we can test things before the fact. But I still want to be able to verify that I’m talking to you and not your character you somehow,” I replied before Kokichi said some more ‘experimental lies’. A scarlet blush consumed my face as I looked down at him this time. I had to stop him before he got off track again.

“Like, a test phrase or whatever? Do you think you’ll be in the right mindset to even gauge my answer for it? Seriously, you need to find your research room first. After that, when your memories come back fully, we should be able to collaborate. Since we’re not sure what memories you’ll have, the main focus is for you to find your room. Leave the dirty work to me,” Kokichi said with a grin, pushing his head up to kiss my cheek. I let out an awkward laugh, shaking my head at him. Even with everything we’ve been put through, Kokichi still found new ways to deter me from our current blight. Just like my younger sister. Or am I using him as a placeholder for her at this point? I’m not really sure...but Kokichi has a good point. My research room should help jog my memory. My survivors perks should assist me in finding that. No need to get Kokichi involved in that section of the plan.

“Even then, Junko will probably put my research room somewhere not easily reached. I wouldn’t put it past her to unveil my room last or close to that. It’ll probably be the same for yours,” I explained, “Especially since we’re following a script similar to the 1st and 2nd games. One of us needs to survive until the end, or at the very least, help the best we can to end the killing game in session. Our best hope for that will be the 1st class trial, if the format will stay the same as Junko has planned it to be. Junko plans on combining the elements of the last trial in the first game with the ending for the 2nd game.”  

“So you’re saying it’ll be one of those ‘revealing the truth’ to the killing game events like the 1st and 2nd games? That means Junko plans on…” “Yep. If no one dies quick enough to her liking for the first  round of things,” I said, securely wrapping my arms around Kokichi, “Junko’ll kill someone herself. That’s where discussions were leaning toward as we got closer to the 1st audition day. If we’re able to catch the mastermind early on that way, then the whole killing game will be a wash. Two failures for killing games in a row should discourage demand and overall interest within the fanbase.” I leaned in a bit, bowing my head to feel Kokichi’s neck along mine. Burying himself closer into me, my blush felt hot. I think I understand why Kokichi likes this closeness now. The warmth of his body helped with starving off the old memories of cycles past. Kokichi leaned into my touch, his head placing itself alongside mine on my shoulder.

“It’s likely to be one of the protagonists right? If it’s Shuichi…” Kokichi trailed off, his voice not wanting to finish the sentence. His arms held me tight. His hands gripped at my shirt still, reminiscent of how my sister would do that when she got really emotional over things. Though, I knew Kokichi’s grip wasn’t as pure as that. Especially since he had previously referred to my...lower region as a food condiment.  

“We don’t need to think that far out. We just need to ensure we corner and conquer the mastermind. If someone ends up dying as a result of things, I know a failsafe we can visit once survivors fully exit the game domain. I only know of it because, well, I’d rather not get into it,” I said, nuzzling the side of Kokichi’s head. Kokichi’s body curled up close to my own, his head cradled by my shoulder and head as he seemed to drift off. Kokichi deserved to sleep some of the stress. I’ll do the thinking for now while he rested. I hadn’t known much for the intimate love Shuichi and Kokichi shared, but, I did know how to best comfort my sisters. That’ll have to do for now, Kokichi.

[rubberduckyrye]

@darkwitchling

I mean for me at least I never use those due to how they work

That’s valid--I never use them myself due to how much I prefer Ao3′s system of tagging and anti-harassment. Like I never used FF.Net or wattpad much when I first learned about them, but Ao3 really stole my attention.

@clearlyshyobservation

I mean, for me it is, but it really depends on the fandom your in. When it comes to wattpad, the bigger the fandom, the more people will read your fic, especially if it's well written and has a well built plot. People who use wattpad are basically HUNGRY for well written fics but just don't have the knowledge or heart to leave wattpad if they've been there long enough. I don't usually like reading from wattpad, but posting there is generally smooth. idk about ff.net.

Well mainly I’m asking in the case of my and L’s rewrite, New Danganronpa V3R: Graduation. So it’s a DRV3 canon rewrite. Would Wattpad users be interested in that fandom? I guess another question is, how prevalent are the “fanpolice” spaces on these other websites? The last thing I’d want is to post my work in a cesspool of fanpol.

Still, Wattpad might be a viable source to post in, if they’re that started for content :’D Though it was bought by Korea recently, wasn’t it...? I don’t remember, so hmm... What are your thoughts on that?

@tuplafucker (I think your URL is censored I can’t @ you properly rip)

idk abour wattpad but it depends on how big of a ffn presence ur fandom has. for instance the invader zim fandom has been around pre-ao3 so theres still a decent chunk of people on ffn. while something like bnha has p much all the good stuff (and therefore all the audience) on ao3

Well most of my fanfictions, if not all of them, are of DRV3. That begs the question--does DR have a strong presence on FF.net? If so, is it only for the earlier games, and not for V3? How much of a presence is there of DR on FF.net and wattpad? Hmm...

[ao3feed-danganronpa]

The Agreement - A DRV3 Smutfic: (Pregame) Saihara x (Ingame) Ouma

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by caffiend1999

Phew, my second fanfiction I've ever written is complete. Remember boys and girls, none of the characters depicted in this story are depicted as minors, everyone in it is a young adult of at least 18+ years or more! Furthermore, these characters are in fact fictional, and not real people. Please don't take this form of creative writing, sexual fantasy, and expression too seriously! As a warning, this story contains highly triggering elements and extremely graphic and lewd content, including male lactation, physical violence, torture, rape, cock and ball abuse, softcore guro, eproctophilia, urolagnia and coprophilia. If you're triggered easily, avoid this story like the plague. Knowing how young the people are and how often intense the Danganronpa fanbase can be, especially with the Kokichi stans, I expect to receive death threats in the mail any day now. That being said, I hope you enjoy, have a wonderful day, and I look forward to your hatemail! -xo

Words: 8566, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Danganronpa

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con

Categories: M/M

Characters: Saihara Shuichi, Oma Kokichi

Relationships: Oma Kokichi/Saihara Shuichi

Additional Tags: Gay Sex, Yaoi, Guro, Cock & Ball Torture, Abuse, Rape, Yandere Saihara Shuichi, Oma Kokichi/Saihara Shuichi-centric, Top Oma Kokichi, Dominant Bottom, Scat, Male Lactation, Power Bottom, Extreme, Hardcore, Pre-Game Saihara Shuichi, Bottom Saihara Shuichi, Gay Oma Kokichi, mlm, Snuff, Near Death Experiences, Electricity, Execution

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2MdhQRO

[serahne]

Hm how about some drv3 ships: kaede/miu, tenko/himiko, and saihara/ouma

Yay, ndrv3 ships ~ Please keep in mind that next month I can have a totally different opinion, I’m still really not set when it comes to ships for now :P

Kaede/Miu

I’ll probably go back and do Kaede’s FTEs with everyone, including Miu, but I can’t say I like them as a romantic ship for now. Anytime Kaede talks to Miu she has this *sweatdrop* reaction where you can see that her soul is leaving her body, and I can’t entirely blame her.

However, I really think that with more time, these two could have start gotten along, with even a little tsundere crush on Miu’s part because Kaede is so nice and shiny. On Kaede’s part though… I can’t really feel it ? I think I ship Kaede with more introverted people because she is a pusher and pushing people is what she does best, whereas Miu probably needs more someone to channel her energy and puts her down to earth, and I’m not sure it’s Kaede’s forte.

This is a cute idea, I don’t think this is something I’ll come to seriously ship seriously, but the fanarts are adorable and as I said, I’m rooting for them being friends.

Tenko/Himiko

It’s funny because before playing the game, I did my best to shot down any expectation I could have for them, and I do realize I was right. I was never into Tenko ‘man hating lesbian’ persona, and pre-chapter 4 Himiko bored me so much, so me being interested in their ship would have asked for some serious good writing… which I didn’t get, unfortunately.

I can buy Tenko having a crush on Himiko, but I thought it was too fast and too overwhelming. Himiko was clearly uncomfortable with the attention, which, in turn, made me uncomfortable. Chapter 2 is probably the moment that annoyed the most with Tenko claiming that she’d rather die than distrusting Himiko ( it could have been explained. But here it was just… uh, what ).

Chapter 3 sort of helped me to like their dynamic a little more, and that’s why I’m sad we didn’t get to see it more developped. So at the end I’m neutral on this ship ? I dislike some parts, like others. I’m neither pro or against, I understand people who ship it, and I understand people who are grossed out by it.

I think it could have been better. Like, come on.

Saihara/Ouma

Probably the ship that I’m the most hesitant about amongst those three. I think that contrary to Tenko/Himiko I didn’t shot down my expectations enough, and one part of me was expecting what everyone was saying in the fandom : the new K/H, for the best and the worst. And uh… how did people go this idea ? Like, this is a serious question.

Am I against it ? No. I think Ouma can be interesting with everyone, I think us being the MC, we project ourself through Saihara and we project our own feelings for Ouma in him, and I think the Detective/Liar dynamic has potential. But I don’t like it more than Shuichi/Kaede, for example. And my favorite relationships with Ouma are platonic, and it’s Miu, Gonta, Kaito and ( maybe ) Kaede and Maki.

I’m pretty sure the game wasn’t going for a ‘deep’ bond between them, anyway. They barely interact outside of the trials, and I can’t really see any chemistry either. Maybe it’s me. Maybe it’s Ouma looking like a 12-years old. Maybe it’s Saihara lacking personality. Who knows.

It’s still a ship I got my eyes on because I can predict a lot of good fanfictions with them x)

Send me a ship

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Top Candidate [Pre-DRV3]

Chapter Nine

Length: 1977*

Rating: 16+ish?

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*Note: Words in italics come directly from the audition tape mentioned in DRV3. Click here for a link to the auditions! 

I was dressed in my usual school uniform with my red T-shirt underneath.  My feet felt like they were dragging along with the other two people in my cohort. I had no control. I had nothing. This sucks. I started to try and yell out, but another voice spoke in my mind.

“Oh shush! We’re like, totally controlling you to go to the right place! We wouldn’t make you break our own rules, silly,” said an overly feminine voice in my mind, and apparently over some loud speaker too.  I balled my hands into fists, tempted to punch whatever force that was in my body out of it. Why did they think we’d be taken over so easily? Why was it so easy for them to do in the first place?

Jesus fuck. Where am I exactly? I was kept in a dark room for a while, and now, I was being let into a stadium of the sorts. The outside of the stadium had a huge line of lights around it, blinding me from seeing much further detail. I saw thousands of high schoolers being brought in at once. All of them had different facial expressions(a select few appeared delighted to be here). If this was actually a football game as the stadium suggests, I’d be as happy as some of these fucks. But, no, this was our reality. Auditioning for a killing game we never asked to be in. I had no clue of the rules. All I knew was I’d either survive in the game or die here. That’s what MT told me. The green haired cunt had been digitally showing herself as a kid. Apparently it’s a callback from one of the “fictional” characters in Danganronpa. Everyone involved in this was so willing to give me the hour long backstory to this black market mess. For an event like this to happen every four years, it’s no wonder that the police don’t catch these freaks. It wouldn’t shock me if they helped run the show. My hands were in shackles in front of me, my body being moved along by some outer force still. Ever since that day where I had been walking home from school, about to beat the  shitout of my ex’s new boyfriend, everything got blurry. My mind went blank before waking up in a green room with a large rectangular table. I met the person behind and in front of me at that time.

The girl’s name was Maki. Or, what she remembered her name to be at least. She was a fighter, and while I respected her moves, she came from poverty. I couldn’t let dirt like that touch me too deeply. I had to keep my eyes on my affluent ex girlfriend if my dreams of easy fame and riches are to come true. Anyway, Maki started out swinging at the MT kid. Right when I woke up I saw her attacking the green haired brat. MT somehow managed to artfully fight back, pinning Maki on the ground and explaining our fate. Another  person, a guy who was about half my height rocking some serious emo fashion, sat around most days. Whenever I tried small chat he just kept brooding that his life “was a mistake he was constantly trying to fix”. The one good thing around here had to be the chicks. If I was to die soon, at least there were plenty babes for me to gawk at. My neck and other joints turned automatically, but, my eyes could still see babes for miles!

Velvet carpeting along with other high-quality shit lined the hallways. Was this legit black market? Was I going to sell myself to some organ sellers, bulk drug dealers, the big shots in the underground market? The area around me went dark occasionally, my eyes losing sight of Maki. Whoever was the control mastermind behind this, they must be especially trying hard to keep Maki under lock and key. Half the time, in whatever computer sim we’re in, Maki managed to break out of control and constantly kick at the walls. What a weird girl. What the hell would the walls do if they broke, “magically let us out”?

I, personally, am always looking for the time in this place. I hadn’t been able to keep count of the amount of time I spent “crafting” my character, but I know one thing. I won’t let myself die here! I haven’t even gotten the chance to live out my dream!

My eyes began to look over the thousands of students gathered here, wearing a variety of different high school uniforms. We had exited the hallway to a well-lit convention center of the sorts, nice flooring, and even lines of each participating cohort.  How many students did they manage to kidnap? How was this even done without the Amber Alert system going off at least 200 times? I wanted to fight back, but it’s like my body and mind were seperated for now. My legs were beginning to pull away from the others, heading toward another dark hallway. I saw Maki’s body turn briefly toward me, her eyes filled with nothingness. It was always hard to pinpoint what was on her mind. Once my body fully was directed toward the new hallway, I had to cut through a few lines of cute girls.

As I studied the students being shuffled around awkwardly like me, I noticed a familiar face. A blonde, wearing a navy-blue uniform(from Shining Star Academy) with an array of hair clips. Her skirt was shorter than most, likely pulled upward per her usual style. They...they got my ex here too? My free meal ticket, my dream girl, the prodigy I was going to ride the coattails of? I gritted my teeth, wishing I could move more of  my body’s limbs or at least say something. If that chick was here too, then, how was I supposed to return to the easy life after this? I didn’t need to worry about the impossible if it meant I’d go home to a girl like her. As I entered a new hallway, I saw vague shadows of other people I had been following.

“All Kaito Momota’s are on track to be the debut audition! Please line up in accordance to your number. You will only get one chance to sell your character, and then the waiting time begins! Once you see results, well, if you survive...you’re lucky. If not, ta ta!~” A voice screamed out over the loudspeakers. The voice sounded like an annoying preppy student from my high school. Wouldn’t shock me if one of had parents that let them do black market stuff like this.

There were lights every now and then as I proceeded forward. From the brief introductions in light, I noticed something strange. It was as if different copies of me were in a single file line. Sure, they were wearing different high school uniforms but they all appeared similar to me. Their face, weight, stature, among other items were glaringly similar to my own. I know actors often had stunt doubles but this was ridiculous! How was I supposed to differentiate myself from this assholes? Worse, the more we shuffled around, the closer to the top I had been getting. What was my number anyway? I started counting the number of people in front of me, stepping aside toward the walls of the hallway to let me walk through.

There’s at least a hundred of us here...this is crazy. How do so many people in the world exist with my similar body structure? Did they all come from different parts of the world from kidnappers too? There were so many questions I wanted to ask, but, my mouth was sealed tight by whoever was controlling my movements. Was my name anything other than Kaito before coming here? I can’t...even remember that anymore. What a shame.

I could feel my heart race as my body started to move closer to the start of the line. Why, this wasn’t fair, why me…first? Of the others here, I had to be the one to jump head first into this disgusting act of begging for my life. As I got placed in front of  shorter version of myself, I noticed a door in front. It had been wooden, with a metal doorknob. I couldn’t hear a thing from beyond the door. A single light bulb was positioned above it, its bright yellow hue keeping my vision clear. I tried my best, but, my neck couldn’t move to see what all was behind me...the army of freaks who looked just like me. Did they have my same voice? Did they sound different? All of this was overwhelming. All I wanted was an easy life. I just wanted to pick back up and beat the shit out of that green-haired bastard that stole my girlfriend!

If I could only speak, and voice out some strong words, I could have followers...and we could bust out of this place.

“Hello Kaito’s! When you see the light bulb over the door turn purple, please enter! Further instructions will be relayed once you are in the room. Don’t bother closing the door, it’s automatic,” a female voice spoke, again, an annoying preppy voice. And, as foretold, the light bulb at top turned purple. I suddenly felt control snap back in me.

I took a look at those behind me. I grinned, showing my teeth and all the handsomeness I had to sell for myself.

“Good luck,” I said to them, their looks a mixture of confusion and fear. I placed my hand on the doorknob, twisting it as I stepped forward. Psyching out the competition was one way I could give myself an edge.

As I entered the room, it was completely dark. Once my hand had let go of the knob, it felt like I was floating in space.

“Kaito Momota…#1. Your audition will start in 60 seconds. This is your allocated time to pray to any God or Gods you believe in. This is also time to rehearse how you will answer the following question: Winning Danganronpa promises the graduatee(or survivors) fame and fortune for years to come. What are your plans in order to win this near impossible game of Danganronpa?” an automated prompt stated, a large red timer showing up in front of me. My feet felt like they were actually on some sort of ground now! Awesome! Of all the vague bullshit I’ve been fed so far, here’s my actual test! And survivors -- does that mean I could still survive with my ex at the end of this?  But if I still game fame from winning and killing everything, would she even matter? Or could I survive by using her as a meat shield? Either way, from the sounds of it, I could still achieve my dreams with this! Only, I won’t be this Kaito they want. Rather...I’ll be *myself*. Katio Momota, from this point forward, is my identity.

I won’t be fake or any type of character they’ve been forcing me to be. I’m gonna show them that I’m the *real* Kaito, and all of those behind me are fakes.

I could make out my face in the large red timer, purple hair spiked up per usual. I had to practice my award winning smile first. Ok, good. I cleared my throat several times, stretching and smirking as I watched the clock tick down to zero.

The room suddenly became bright, a wooden floor showing itself underneath me as I spoke into a camera on a tripod.

“I’m not just gonna be in Danganronpa, I’m gonna kill everybody and win! Once I’ve got fame and fortune, I don’t gotta worry about what’s impossible, ” I began, giving the camera a thumbs up.

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Top Candidate [Pre-DRV3]

Chapter 22

Length: 1441

Rating: 16+ish is the average I’d say for this series? I dunno!

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I don’t understand. I don’t understand anything. My mom, these weird people, why I have this knife…

I sat in a black leather chair, my head leaning back as I stared at the knife against one of the ceiling lights. I couldn’t believe I was already of age, 18, and my birthday present is to undergo this mess. I told my mom I would’ve been fine with an upgraded boat, a new navigation system, or any of the smaller things. But she wouldn’t care about that. She insisted that this game  could offer us the world. That this game could give me very specific guidelines to find my sister. I had to take the bait and run with it. I couldn’t just ignore an obvious sign to find her. The moment I agreed, a swarm of people in black suits took us. I was drugged, promptly passed out, and...the rest feels really blurry. I was brought into this room, with thousands of the same symbol repeating on endlessly. I remember watching the scenery around me, in a daze, switch over to a pink pastel room.

My sister is dead.

M͉y͓͎̳̮͕͞ͅͅ ̞̮͎̰̳s̭̹̻͙͓͔͎i̢͎̩̟͚̘s̘͈̳̰̼̭ͅte̯̣͚̗r͘ ͕͉̩͚ͅi̯s̵̗̹̝̼ ̩͚͍̩ḏ͇̖͕͞e҉͙͚̺͖a̫͇̠̦̘d̼͇̗? ̴̩̪ ̣͠M̯̦͔͇̫̖̩y͖͇͚͓͠ s͎̟͈̭̪̲̥͝i͇̮̙̲͙͕s̳̙͡t̫̫͎͔͓̕e͙͢ṛ ̬͉̹ͅi̙̗͙̬̞s͎͈̥̫.̷̟.̞͞.̝̤͔͍

I saw her face. It was dripping with blood, a ripped piece of skin hanging from her chin. Her back had several weapons shoved into it,  sometimes falling out as she took steps toward me. I couldn’t run away. I was the last one left, according to the announcer. My mom chose to kill me last? Her black hair shined in the spotlight above me, raising her spear as she aimed. Her eyes...were gone. Empty of any sign of humanity. Eyebrows caked with dried blood. Eyelashes dripping with sweat. Her mouth let out forced laughs, her arms shaking as she struggled to aim the weapon toward me.

“Isn’t this the grandest adventure of your journeys, son,”

I had to. The knife was in my hands. So I used the knife the knife the knife S̸̿̋̋̀̓ͮ̈͗͊̚҉͎̗̫͔̱̙̖͎̩̦̭̫͍õ̴̸̤̼̞̲͈͈̣̳̤̳͔̥͎̱͙͕̻͋ͥ͑̇ͣ̈ͩͬ̐̈́̅̌ͥ͠͞ ̷̠͚̲̳̠̝̮ͥ͑ͦ͂ͤͥ͛̋͡Ì̡̏͛̓҉̵͓͕̙̹̥͔͚͎͉͕͕̯͕ ͮ̋̽͒̎͝҉̥̖͈͚̼͉͔̟̘͈̰̠̭̝͉̟͖͈̘uͬ̾ͤ͐̉͑͐ͬ̾͋̃̐ͩͭ͌͗͏̣̣̠̳̱͔͈͞s̓̓̀̓̏͐ͬͯ̀̿͏̧̼̺̲̹̳̰͉̥͕͙̰͟e̪̳̘͚̪ͣͧ͋̅̾̇̋̏̔̍̔̀͒̽̃ͥ̓̎ͫ͘d̡̛̺͙̲̰͇̳̖͕̪̮̹̞̙̥̬͚̙͍̔̔̉ͩ̓ͣͤ͆̍̅̚ ̷͎͔̖͇̱͆ͬ́̂͒̈ͥ̐ͩͥ͝tͧͤͩ̉̌͛̃̎͒ͩ̓ͮ҉̸̧̻͉͇̯̙͡ͅh̶̓͂ͭ̄͏͏̢̝̝̜̥̠̮̩͎ȇ̺̣̺̱̟̜̬̼̮̣͍͈̟̙̰̌͋ͤ͛̓͛͒̃̓̓͆ͣͩͧ̆͛̚͢ ̷̧̫̻͕̲̜̰͎̮̥̤̙͔͚͓̬͆̒̈̈́̆ͨ̄͒̈͒̄̂̄͘͢͟k̡̳̺͕̟̙̩͇͉̯͕̠͖̒ͦ̌͒̌̿ͬ̾͗ͨ̀̚̕͡n̙̟̳̪̗̱̤͕̺͆ͯ̏ͯ̿̐ͤ̄͂ͣͤ͐̐̓͜͠ĩ̴̩̺͔͍̞͍̘͕̰̠̫̺̘ͣ̈̐̄͡f̶̴̤̰͇̟͇̮̠̭̋̂̾ͬ́ͧ̆͐ͬ̒̌͘e̙͓͖̠ͦͨͮ͛̅̈ͦ̄͌ͨ̋͜͞ ̘̦͎̞̦͙̮̣̝̩̰͇̝̌̿͒̊ͩ̏̀̌͆ͦͪ̉̇̿͐ͧ͊͘͝ͅtͪ̅́̈́͂ͩ̈́̔͂̇ͪͪͤ̋̂̉̿̚͏͍̜͈͙̠̝̬̘̝͈̬͕͈̙͚̟̜͍͡h̢̨͈̭͖͖̩̲̼̺̼̥̳̣̦̬̥͉͙̤͂͐̈́͂̕ȩ̸̡͎͙̮̝͇͖̬̮ͦ̑͆͌̈́ͣ̿͐͂̓͛̽̓ ̶̢͖͖͍̩̞̼̤͇̺ͨ͗ͩ̅́ͯ̈́ķ̖͕̟̠̰̹̫͉̩̮͎̠̙̙̰̖͎͙̆̀ͨ́̑ͭͩͯ̆̂ͭ̾̒ͬ͜͝ņ̪̦̝̱̭̭̬̭̪́̋ͬ̓̏͑̂̊̈̇͒ȉͫͭ̔̍ͤ̈́̌̇̔̌̂̿ͯ͒͏̷̸̧̣̺̺̮̘̺͖̮͍̞̙͓͢f̴̧̛̰̮͍͙͇̼̻͕̠̞̜͎̯̠̪̭̙͖̝̀ͣ̊̓̉͝͝e͐̆͐̉̆̐̒͛҉̨̱͔̩̹̱̳͎̜̘̫̜̟͚͢͟ ̸̷̦̖̦̗̱̦̗͙͔͇͇̩͔̝̼͔̹́ͫ͛̿ͪ̌ͭͧ͂̓͒́ͦ̿̔̅̾t̴̢̬͖͓͉̞̳̻͕͎ͭͫ̎ͬ̃͂̈̇̉͂̃ͫ͒̽̈h̸̶̘̹̪̟̗̮̝̤͎̩͖͈͙̖̱̯̞͈ͨͩͨ̄̓̏̇ͨ̈͠͡ȩ̘̲̣̞̳̫̮̯̞̼̖͎͌̃ͮ͆̀̑ͦ̒̔̓ͯ͋͑̆ͥ̊ͧͣ͋͜ ̸̭̣͙͈̠͎̲̦̱͍͇̟̜ͨ̈͛̇̈́ͥ̆ͥ̂̆͋͆̽ͣ̃̎ͦ̿̋͝͠͞k̸̡̳̝̻͚̲̦͈̬̺͍̉̓ͧ͋ͥͤ̑͒̄͂͝͞ṅ̛̹̣̪͕̬̼̖̖̲̳̤̞̱̯͈̣̟̉͒ͨͥ̈́͗̄̿͋͑̈͟ͅͅi̤̹̘͎̤̜̐̎́͞fͧͧͣͤ͑ͥ̅͏̷͓̯̠͇̠̪e͗ͬ͒̇̋̆̉̓̿͐̎̒̑ͧ̈̚͘͘͡͏̲̯̹͚̘

S̸̿̋̋̀̓ͮ̈͗͊̚҉͎̗̫͔̱̙̖͎̩̦̭̫͍õ̴̸̤̼̞̲͈͈̣̳̤̳͔̥͎̱͙͕̻͋ͥ͑̇ͣ̈ͩͬ̐̈́̅̌ͥ͠͞ ̷̠͚̲̳̠̝̮ͥ͑ͦ͂ͤͥ͛̋͡Ì̡̏͛̓҉̵͓͕̙̹̥͔͚͎͉͕͕̯͕ ͮ̋̽͒̎͝҉̥̖͈͚̼͉͔̟̘͈̰̠̭̝͉̟͖͈̘uͬ̾ͤ͐̉͑͐ͬ̾͋̃̐ͩͭ͌͗͏̣̣̠̳̱͔͈͞s̓̓̀̓̏͐ͬͯ̀̿͏̧̼̺̲̹̳̰͉̥͕͙̰͟e̪̳̘͚̪ͣͧ͋̅̾̇̋̏̔̍̔̀͒̽̃ͥ̓̎ͫ͘d̡̛̺͙̲̰͇̳̖͕̪̮̹̞̙̥̬͚̙͍̔̔̉ͩ̓ͣͤ͆̍̅̚ ̷͎͔̖͇̱͆ͬ́̂͒̈ͥ̐ͩͥ͝tͧͤͩ̉̌͛̃̎͒ͩ̓ͮ҉̸̧̻͉͇̯̙͡ͅh̶̓͂ͭ̄͏͏̢̝̝̜̥̠̮̩͎ȇ̺̣̺̱̟̜̬̼̮̣͍͈̟̙̰̌͋ͤ͛̓͛͒̃̓̓͆ͣͩͧ̆͛̚͢ ̷̧̫̻͕̲̜̰͎̮̥̤̙͔͚͓̬͆̒̈̈́̆ͨ̄͒̈͒̄̂̄͘͢͟k̡̳̺͕̟̙̩͇͉̯͕̠͖̒ͦ̌͒̌̿ͬ̾͗ͨ̀̚̕͡n̙̟̳̪̗̱̤͕̺͆ͯ̏ͯ̿̐ͤ̄͂ͣͤ͐̐̓͜͠ĩ̴̩̺͔͍̞͍̘͕̰̠̫̺̘ͣ̈̐̄͡f̶̴̤̰͇̟͇̮̠̭̋̂̾ͬ́ͧ̆͐ͬ̒̌͘e̙͓͖̠ͦͨͮ͛̅̈ͦ̄͌ͨ̋͜͞ ̘̦͎̞̦͙̮̣̝̩̰͇̝̌̿͒̊ͩ̏̀̌͆ͦͪ̉̇̿͐ͧ͊͘͝ͅtͪ̅́̈́͂ͩ̈́̔͂̇ͪͪͤ̋̂̉̿̚͏͍̜͈͙̠̝̬̘̝͈̬͕͈̙͚̟̜͍͡h̢̨͈̭͖͖̩̲̼̺̼̥̳̣̦̬̥͉͙̤͂͐̈́͂̕ȩ̸̡͎͙̮̝͇͖̬̮ͦ̑͆͌̈́ͣ̿͐͂̓͛̽̓ ̶̢͖͖͍̩̞̼̤͇̺ͨ͗ͩ̅́ͯ̈́ķ̖͕̟̠̰̹̫͉̩̮͎̠̙̙̰̖͎͙̆̀ͨ́̑ͭͩͯ̆̂ͭ̾̒ͬ͜͝ņ̪̦̝̱̭̭̬̭̪́̋ͬ̓̏͑̂̊̈̇͒ȉͫͭ̔̍ͤ̈́̌̇̔̌̂̿ͯ͒͏̷̸̧̣̺̺̮̘̺͖̮͍̞̙͓͢f̴̧̛̰̮͍͙͇̼̻͕̠̞̜͎̯̠̪̭̙͖̝̀ͣ̊̓̉͝͝e͐̆͐̉̆̐̒͛҉̨̱͔̩̹̱̳͎̜̘̫̜̟͚͢͟ ̸̷̦̖̦̗̱̦̗͙͔͇͇̩͔̝̼͔̹́ͫ͛̿ͪ̌ͭͧ͂̓͒́ͦ̿̔̅̾t̴̢̬͖͓͉̞̳̻͕͎ͭͫ̎ͬ̃͂̈̇̉͂̃ͫ͒̽̈h̸̶̘̹̪̟̗̮̝̤͎̩͖͈͙̖̱̯̞͈ͨͩͨ̄̓̏̇ͨ̈͠͡ȩ̘̲̣̞̳̫̮̯̞̼̖͎͌̃ͮ͆̀̑ͦ̒̔̓ͯ͋͑̆ͥ̊ͧͣ͋͜ ̸̭̣͙͈̠͎̲̦̱͍͇̟̜ͨ̈͛̇̈́ͥ̆ͥ̂̆͋͆̽ͣ̃̎ͦ̿̋͝͠͞k̸̡̳̝̻͚̲̦͈̬̺͍̉̓ͧ͋ͥͤ̑͒̄͂͝͞ṅ̛̹̣̪͕̬̼̖̖̲̳̤̞̱̯͈̣̟̉͒ͨͥ̈́͗̄̿͋͑̈͟ͅͅi̤̹̘͎̤̜̐̎́͞fͧͧͣͤ͑ͥ̅͏̷͓̯̠͇̠̪e͗ͬ͒̇̋̆̉̓̿͐̎̒̑ͧ̈̚͘͘͡͏̲̯̹͚̘

“Rantaro, snap out of it! We need to get into formation,” Maki said with a slap to my face. Aha...I guess I deserved that. I had a sheepish smile on my face, apologizing up and down. It’s all one like me could do in a situation like this. Apologize like the idiot I am. Help out these teens. Hopefully, at best, end the killing game. I watched Kokichi give Maki a particularly nasty stink eye, outlining that I could be ordered to ‘kill upon his request’. That’s right; I kill on request only. Not out of mercy. Not out of  pain. Simply out of the need to get onto the next stage to stop this madness.

Our group was a total of six students so far; Maki, Kaito, Shuichi, Kaede, Kokichi, and myself. We were thankful that no one outside of the number group had already been on board, otherwise, we may have been in for a fight.

Despite Maki’s opposition to follow orders at first, everyone came around to joining the group effort to survive. When we originally exited the theatre room, two cloaked guards gestured for us to follow. After being fed through several turns,  we made it to an ending hallway, seeming to be directly connected to the killing game. A large pane of glass with door stood before us. The cloaked guards stood on either end of the door, their faces toward the ceiling. Above the glass read a sign stating “WARNING: KILLING GAME RULES EFFECTIVE BEYOND THIS POINT”.

If I was thinking correctly, we were on our way out of the control base. While the killing game had been dangerous, those running this thing insisted that the control room be  stationed so close to the killing game happenings. I didn’t understand it. I wanted to forget it all. I wanted to white-out the memory of all of this. But, no, I needed to face the truth. The truth that my mother...no, I needed to focus. I can’t afford to get slapped my Maki again, else Kokichi may take it upon himself to order something selfish.

After some more unfortunate squabbling, we decided to move forward in pairs. Among all suggestions made(one including an *extremely* selfish appeal made by Kokichi to separate by gender), we decided on a very particular format. Kokichi and I would follow the pack, likely for security reasons and Kokichi not entirely trusting Maki. Maki and Kaito would be in the front for “damage control”, Kokichi allowing Maki to protect us as some sort of meat shield. While it sounded practical on surface level, part of me felt he did it just to keep a close  eye on the two. Shuichi and Kaede were in the middle, for protection reasons beyond my understanding. The mastermind clearly favored these two above the other 20 some of them running amuck in the stadium. There was no reason for them to really need any additional security. But, then, I recalled how things ended up with Shuichi and Kokichi their last night of being fully human. How Kokichi promised to protect Shuichi despite it all. What a strange feeling I got watching them, seeing them interact and...wishing I had something similar. But, all I had been now was what everyone needed to be. I couldn’t get too selfish now and started to want more than what I was needed for.

“How are we going about scouting for the rest of the students? You claimed some could already be dead, Kokichi,” Maki asked, taking a look back at Kokichi. I watched him pull his iconic grin, laughing that strange horse-esque laugh we taught him. That was going to get annoying once it was more commonplace.

“Oh, don’t worry about that part! I already know based off their numbers a good backup plan. Now, onward my classmates,” Kokichi said, laughing at the end as he proceeded to point toward the exit of the hallway. I saw both cloak figures gesture toward the outside, the pane of glass the only thing separating us from the insanity of auditions.

“Once this threshold is crossed, we can no longer ensure your safety,” the cloaked one on the right said, the one on the left finishing, “You now have one hour to find the remaining classmates. Should you fail, lady Junko will execute a punishment to your class. This punishment will take place after you are in the domain of the killing game.” Ok, good to know. I let out a sigh, running a hand through my hair. I hope the stress wasn’t too visible on my face. An hour wasn’t too long to find 10 other classmates, one that will end up being Junko in disguise.

“Alright, let’s do this guys,” Kaito announced, slamming both of his fists together in front of him, “We can do it!”

“Tough talk for someone who hid when the two of us showed up,” Kokichi sneered, ended with laughter, “But, I get it, you’re excited. Try not to get yourself killed out there.” Kaito turned to face Kokichi, his face appearing clearly angry, but knew better than to move forward with violence.

While Kaito moved his arms to his sides, balling them up into fist, I couldn’t really read him that well.  Kaito Momota is supposed to be the hot headed one in the bunch, but, this one felt a bit too docile for my liking. His actual personality still seemed to persistently fight the urge to give into his in-game persona. I hadn’t seen a group of students last this long in their previous personality. But, maybe after crossing the threshold, things would change. I watched as Kaito gradually moved to turn toward the door. His fists were  slowly cooling down to hands again, one arm stretching toward the door.

“Understood,” Kaito replied, placing a hand on the glass door before us, “We ready?”

As everyone gave their own versions of affirmation, I watched as Kokichi closed his eyes, as if to ponder on something. I saw Maki turn around completely, her legs stepping toward Kokichi before Kaito stopped her.  

“Hmm, I guess I better make one thing clear,” Kokichi said, his voice raising, “I am the undisputed leader in this group! I am the ultimate supreme leader, after all.”  Silence followed. Maki’s glared somehow managed to intensify, scanning us all down before she turned toward the glass pane, pushing it open. I couldn’t gauge the others reactions that well, focused on ensuring Maki didn’t do anything reckless.

“Very well. Let’s go,” Maki muttered. As Maki pushed herself through the door, I could only hope for the best. Please...let everyone on this list be alive.

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Chapter 11

Length: 2245

Rating: 16+ish? For gore mostly.

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Once my time had elapsed, the lights went out. When I tried to feel around me to get my bearings, two bright white cloaks grabbed me from underneath my arms. I grumbled, but complied, not wanting my distaste to spoil my chances. Being Kaito Momota wouldn’t be so bad anyway. Heck, I don’t even remember who I was before that name was shoved down my throat. I know I liked sports. I know I liked movies and television too. Maybe I was just...normal. I gave my pup Chip a kiss before heading out to school every day. I think I may have even won a trophy or two for my athleticism. But, from what I recall, nothing I ever did pegged me as worthy to be in a killing game. Or this title of Kaito Momota. Whatever, I guess.

The white cloaks continued to guide me through the darkness. My mind began to wander to my ex, Kaede. Was that really her name though or her character’s name? I’m not really sure to be honest. When we first met, about a year ago, her appearance stood out more than her name. Her eyes called me to from across the train, begging for me to talk to her. I remember squeezing my way past the crowd of people just to stand beside her. Of course, I’m no creep so I didn’t try anything too early. Our schools were nearby which meant I could easily play truant and be the bad boy. Kaede took a liking to me so quickly, too, inviting me out to places for me to relish her in constant praise. Ah; that easy life would’ve been my dream. But, now I have a few added roadblocks. Now I had to find my way out of this darkness. And then, survive the first round. Then survive the second round. And then beat out the others in the killing game. Easy, just four steps until the easy life would be granted to me.

I felt one of the cloaks press their hand against my chest. I stopped moving to comply  as best I could.The sound of machinery overcame the current silence and steps. Thin lines of light began to outline a door in front of me and the white cloak personnel. Was this finally my waiting area? A rhythmic sound of beats rang out into the quiet, the thin lines of light becoming much wider.

Once there was a noticeably longer beep, the room in front of me felt almost too bright. I kept blinking, hoping my eyes would adjust sooner rather than later.  The two in white shoved me forward, the door behind me closing quickly. I rubbed my eyes with my hands, struggling to make sense of the room around me. The walls had been a strange mixture of black and white, with random streaks of red where the other two colors met.  

The room was as big as fifty of my school gyms combined. The room seemed to endlessly stretch forward. As I took my first step, I felt myself a weird texture underneath my feet. I took a closer look and noticed there had been a thin layer of plastic. Before I questioned the placement, I recalled what the losers ‘punishment’ had been if we lost the audition. I cracked a smile at this, beginning to feel around the floor for any openings in the plastic. I started to hear the door open and close again, over and over, but I had to push that thought out of my mind. I had to keep my ex Kaede in mind. What Kaede would like. What Kaede wouldn’t like. She was my queen in this game, and if I had to keep her as a possible resource, I needed to keep myself clean. While I had been searching for an opening to the plastic, I found out an interesting fact about this large room. There had been a total of 26 streaks. Was that the number of survivors that there would be? My fingers finally found a bit of an opening near one of the furthermost corners of the room. Most people crowded around the door we all entered from, though that’d likely be a bad move. They stood close to each other, like this was some sort of cohort we could be best buds in. Idiots. Once bodies start exploding, limbs will start flying!

I found myself a nice secluded corner with moveable plastic, making sure no one dared talked to me. What’s the point of being friends with anyone of these fuckers anyway? They’re all going to die. Well, besides those who pass the audition. I saw a few others take a similar approach to me, finding corners or secluded areas to deter others from standing too close. I kept a kneeling position next to my corner, keeping the plastic on the floor above my fingers. I needed to have easy access if the explosion were to randomly occur.  I started to notice the auditioners become more antsy the more people entered the room. We must be nearing the end of the line. And, after one of the shorter versions of me entered, the door behind the guy shut tight with metal. Some idiots decided it best to start clawing it at it with their hands. I lifted the plastic from the floor a bit, preparing for my quick entry.

“And now, the moment we’ve all been waiting for! The results for our first character, Kaito Momota,” yelled that preppy voice from before.

As the voice began to cackle over the loudspeaker, my eyes were brought to the slim bracelet wrapped around my wrist. The fit felt tight, a small slit of red where my vein was. So this is what will kill the losers, huh?  

“Ten...nine...eight...like, say your final prayers now, losers~, seven…” the high pitched voice counted. If the announcer was the mastermind for this sort of event, maybe dying would be the best option. I bet she’d be some preppy girl, early teens, getting her first chance at running daddy’s illegal human trafficking organization. Maybe this is a sign of the times we live in. Or, maybe, it’s a sign of how humanity has given up on itself with such bullshit events like this. I quickly started to slide myself underneath the plastic,being careful to cover my entire body. I kept my eyes open to see through the plastic, seeing several others do the same thing. Dammit -- if they explode, there’d be a risk I’d get some of their disgusting blood on me! Well, I’ll just hope they’re not as dumb as the group near the door trying to leave.

I closed my eyes as I heard the voice countdown to 2, bracing myself for the explosions. I’d live, of course, but I’d rather not see human bodies fling across the room.  I heard a variety explosions go off around me, as well as some annoying shrill yelling. And, of course, that teenage girl’s sniveling laughter. I wasn’t sure what the next test would imply. If it had anything to do with my looks, well then, I’d probably win for sure!  Whatever would come, I needed to be ready to fight for my life. Once I get those riches they talked about earlier, I’d be safe from ever having to work this hard again. As the explosions continued, I felt some blood skitter above me. More and more of it came my way, idiots still alive running in circles as if they had no other way of showing their excitement. Even if they did survive by some stroke of luck or late exploding, they should’ve known to close their eyes. Hide under plastic. Stay clean and free of all the filth that failed.

I decided to give myself a bit more time underneath here, in case there would be any late exploders. And, I assumed, the preppy bitch would make another announcement for an all clear.

“Congratulations, final 25, you’ve moved onto the next audition! The second round will start promptly after the next 11 auditions. Sit tight, ok,” the girl's voice blared out again, annoying high pitched and cheeky. My eyes slowly opened to the bloodbath that occurred only seconds ago. Sure, there were only streaks of blood on the plastic above me, but there must’ve been worse once I got up.

As I pulled myself up and peeled the plastic layer off from me, my suspicions were affirmed. Body parts were flung to every other part of the room,busted pieces of heads, arms, fingers without hands, bodies without limbs, limbs without digits...awful. I’ll smile though. Just to freak out those other 24. Most of those who survived hid under the plastic, like me, while others appeared to be shivering, blood soaked. One guy in particular had been taller than me, crying as he held an disembodied arm. Poor guy. Maybe the hand he’s holding was a guy he spoke to for like, I dunno, an hour?

I looked around the room, watching as one of the red streaks manipulated itself into a door. Could this be a fictional reality or was this still the virtual world? White cloaks began to gesture us to leave, coming from the other side.

I started to walk toward the exit, careful to side step any squishy or otherwise disgusting materials. I couldn’t have trash on the ground taint me, hah, yeah! I kept my smirk plastered on my face, ensuring to look at anyone that crossed my path directly in the eye. Yeah, I gotta keep psyching them out! Then I’d win this game for sure! I kept my ears opened as I heard a variety of conversations spark.

“Hey, something’s off. The chick said 11 but they’re supposed to be 16 students total.”

“Yeah? And? I ain’t complainin’. I just wanna be one student, I don’t have time to care about where the other 3 are gonna come from.”

“Danganronpa is a traditional killing game of sixteen participants though. If we’re missing part of the cast, then this’ll all fall to pieces.”

“Dude, shut the fuck up. People literally just exploded. Fuck off…”

The variety of comments felt human, or at least something resembling how most people would react. Twenty-four other high school students managed to pass along with me. How else could I psych them out? I needed to stay alive to keep the easy life dream alive. No matter what.

As I crossed the threshold to the other side,  the room style completely changed. The walls were now black, furniture matching the color to a tee. Besides the other Kaito’s exiting with me, I noticed a familiar smiling blonde cunt. I gave her a warm smile, running up to her.  I opened my arms wide, preparing to pick her up bridal style. This was like a movie ending, or rather, the build up exposition for my character.

“A-Ah, Kaito! I’m glad you survived,” Kaede said, a grin on her face too. I could feel the other Kaito’s eyes the back of my head. Good; feel all those terrible emotions. Get too distracted to act your part. I made my grin as wide as I could make it.

When I got close to Kaede, she put her hand out in front of her body like a stop sign.

“What?” I asked, gesturing toward my pristine body. Sure, my feet were a little bloody, but, I was mostly unscathed as I shouted for everyone to hear, “Don’t want a hug from your perfect boyfriend? Oh, I’m sorry, ex boyfriend!”

“I...I want something more,” Kaede mumbled, looking down with a scarlet blush across her cheek. Ah yeah, this day just keeps getting better! I kept my grin, hell, I’d make it wider if I could, as I smooched my ex. Her lips felt like fire against my mine, pressing through with her tongue...mmm…

After a few minutes of satisfying tongue kissing, I took a look over her shoulder. I saw a weirdly dressed boy with one hair sticking up from his head. His eyes were aimed toward the ground, looking as if he had been loneliness incarnate.

“So, you got another new boyfriend? Man, it’s getting hard to keep up Kaede,” I said, though half-jokingly. This guy was dead if he was even on a huggable basis.

“No, and my old one was a piece of shit. He’s actually one of the main ones running this shitshow,” Kaede replied, crossing her arms as she had a pouty look on her face. You know, despite the killing and all, she still looked pretty cute!

I took a seat next to Kaede, sitting on a plush chair.

“When’s your audition,” I asked.

“Me and Shuichi got passes for the 1st round. So we’re just killing time like you now,” Kaede said, seeming passive as her head leaned against me. I stayed quiet as I ran my hand through her hair. I wonder what type of connections that new friend of hers has to get her pass the first round. I needed to play nice if I wanted to share some of those benefits!

I guess I should play nice until the 2nd room, and hopefully, I was already sitting with 2 of the 12 killing game members. I took another glance over at the Shuichi kid, still not acknowledging my presence. Huh, well, I’ll definitely change that during the killing game!