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Unenthusiasm

With what felt like less time than you actually had, the announcement for everyone to report to the trial room booms through the ship. You reluctantly teeter over to the elevator and fill the space inside.

8 of you stand in a spacious elevator, grouped off into obvious pairs or trios, standing by for support. The elevator begins rising in a smooth fashion, you hardly feel it at all. The trial room floor is punctuated by a small ding, and you exit out, separating to your podiums.

Monokuma greets you with a smile.

“So, one of you wants to become a god, huh? Though… after everything you did, maybe a demon would be a better descriptor. I mean yikes. I know I requested something creative… And you certainly performed well enough but who coulda dreamed up this shit?”

Monomi sits to the side, back to giving Monokuma the silent treatment. That didn’t last long, did it.

“Anyway, you know how it is. Find who dunnit… or don’t. You guys don’t seem to care too much about finding the actual culprit, so… Just do whatever you want I guess. Someone gets executed either way.” His eye glares a bit before he turns to face the camera.

“You guys back home, send in an ask to lock in your vote. To change your vote, just send in a new one. Simple as that. Don’t worry… No one will see who ya voted for, so use your character or personal blogs, alright? Ya got all that? GOOD! Let’s get started!”

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Victim - Komaka Body location - Ritual Room Time of death - 12:46 AM Cause of death - Exsanguination Time of discovery - 6:32 AM Body discoverers - Chikako, Chieko, Kyohei and Oneiro

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Carve Despair in Your Heart

TW: Mild gore, hand trauma

“Ding dong! A body has been discovered! After a short period of investigation, the trial will begin!”

So… someone did go for it? What? You scramble up from your position and head towards the ritual room.

As you approach, you notice Oneiro sits outside of it, covering her ears and squinting her eyes shut. Immediately after, your eyes fall upon what sits beyond the open doorway.

The air of the ritual room has always had an ominous feel to it. But as you walk in now the feeling is intoxicating. The scent of various metals, ritual parts and objects not only fills your nostrils but also the distinct smell of blood. Who’s blood? Well that’s the sad part of all this. For on the ground in the center of the ritual room is the sacrifice. Komaka Shinko lays there. Her head bleeding, her torso cut into and blood dripping from the back of her right hand, emphasizing the many different directions her fingers had been broken. A similar cut sits on her left cheek Her eyes are closed now and her body is sprawled out.

Surrounding her body is an ominous circle drawn in blood, more simplistic than the one in the center of the ritual room. At the edges, words are written. “Satan, Malphas, Isaiah, Legion.” Ominous.

Komaka’s isn’t the only body laid out on the floor. Not too far from the doorway is Kyohei, unconscious, but still breathing. Was this the new norm for the newlywed? Regardless,

Chieko, sits beside him, checking to make sure he’s okay, and otherwise caring for her husband. She attempts to maintain an aura of calm during the action.

Chikako, looking wildly beat up and bruised, stands there and mutters something barely audible. “S-she….” Chikako can barely speak, too exasperated to even breath properly. “…. she saved me.”

It almost looks like she’s just asleep in some sort of nightmare and could wake up at any moment but you know that’s not the case. Komaka… the super highschool level despair… is dead. She wasn’t competent or talented in anything… and yet… she was a good person. Deep down anyway. Nobody here really understood her and perhaps that was the true despair she left you with.

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Unexpected Save

Morning came. It had been four days since that weak motive came into play, and as expected, no one had gone for it. Some students found themselves heading to the restaurant for breakfast,while others settled for the snack bar. It was a little after 6 AM.

Chieko, Kyohei, and Oneiro trotted their way to the restaurant, chattering happily, when something caught the corner of their eyes. Was that… a body? Someone laid at the bottom of the stairs with a pillowcase tied over their head and their wrists bound. With a second glance, the signature lab coat gave away her identity.

Oneiro, with no hesitation, runs to Chikako’s side and checks out the wounds, gently attempting to wake Chikako up. Chieko and Kyohei aren’t far behind.

And she does so, but…wow, those eyes are empty. She looks up at Oneiro, a blank face slowly coming to a scarring realization.

“K-Komaka-kun! We–WE HAVE TO HELP HER!!”

Chikako struggles to even point in the direction towards the stairs she recently fell from, but grabs Oneiro’s clothes with energized fear. Oneiro’s eyes widen at suddenly being grabbed, though she stays silent for a few moments, only nodding. “First we should get Chikako-chan to the infirmary. She’s injured.”

Chikako shakes her head, trying to stand but reasonably failing. “N-no. We have to help Komaka-kun. Please.” With a sigh, Chikako was helped to her feet, and freed from her bondage, and the group moved to where she had pointed.

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Cheirokmeta

No rest for the wicked, the intercom boots up on the same day after the trial as usual. It’s motive time, and you know it. You hardly need to listen to know where you’re supposed to go.

“Blah blah, motive, blah blah, observation deck. You know the drill.”

Yeah, as you expected. You prepare to go out into the sunlight, but in the end, it’s raining outside. Some may have had the foresight to bring an umbrella or poncho, others not. The rain pours in either situation, and you trudge to the elevator.

Monokuma stands on the deck, Monomi once again missing. She hasn’t shown up to motives in awhile, has she? Even if in the end, she always makes it to trial. Monokuma, or Tomo, really, is present and ready to give the speech.

“Well first off, happy seventeenth birthday to Komaka!” Monokuma cheers. Streamers and confetti fly out of the tarp slots. If the tarp hadn’t been covering the deck, they probably would have just flopped straight on the deck, soaked and wilted. In a Komaka manner. Monokuma produces a plate with a few crumbs on it. “Sorry… I blew out the candles for you… and ate the cake I made. So uh… yeah. ANYWAY, my wish was for a murder, so make it happen alright? Otherwise… I’ll be sad.”

“Uh… I guess that probably isn’t much of a motive huh? You guys don’t care about my feelings… I understand… So uh… How about I sweeten the pot? Infinite birthdays.” Monokuma nodded. 

“That’s right, I’ll give you infinite birthdays. You’ll be immortal. I mean… You only get to collect on the whole birthday thing once a year, so… I guess that’s the only way to follow through. Infinite birthdays and immortality. Have fun kiddos!”

Wait, really? Is that even possible? The motive leaves you with more questions than answers, as the crowd begins dispersing.

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Left at the Altar

There was silence for a bit after the announcement. A rather unorthodox announcement at that, followed with an odd reaction from the little rabbit priest. The newly married couple stood at the altar, probably glancing at everyone around them. It was Chieko who began to move first.

“Monomi-chan!” The pieces were there. It didn’t take a genius to figure out. She separated from Kyohei, beginning to run back down the aisle, but Monomi was long gone. She just stood there, dumbfounded and unsure what to do, and she glanced nervously back at the other three behind her.

Kyohei blinked, staring back at Chieko before slowly moving down the altar and approaching the girl. He rested a hand on her shoulder and gave her a look of confusion. The contact made Chieko turn and hug onto him tightly. He wasn’t so much upset by the strange announcement as he was… puzzled. He had no idea what to make of it.

The color had completely drained from Ends’ face at the announcement, and he tensed up as a look that was unmistakably recognition settled into place. He didn’t move, he didn’t say a word, he just stared at a spot on the floor. Sorrel is likewise silent, although there’s a brief, puzzled expression on his face, and he glances around at everyone as if to gauge their reactions, and then makes a soft “Hn.” sound.

It seemed to be something of a bitter end to the wedding…

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Speak Now or Forever Hold

There was a familiar crackle of the intercom booting up, however, it’s greeted with silence at first. You could hear a button click, and some sort of recording starts to play. Some unfamiliar, older male voice spoke from a built-in microphone on a phone camera, or something like that judging from the audio quality. Monomi immediately froze in place.

“I now pronounce you Tomo and Hanami Takeda. You may now kiss the bride.”

A higher pitched, cutesy voice answered back with a “You can DEFINITELY kiss the bride!”

The recording cut off with applause from some unseen audience. Monomi’s nervous and upset fidgets phased into something more frustrated and angry. She let out a robotic sound, first and foremost.

“MONOKUMA-SAMA!!! I TOLD YOU NOT TO PLAY THAT!!”

She shook in frustration, in her own little world for that moment, as if the students weren’t present. Monomi turned to everyone else and gave an apologetic smile.

“G-Go ahead and ignore that.”

Avoiding any sort of response, Monomi jumped off the back of the altar and scurried out of sight, leaving no room for questions or complaints.

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Promises and Bells

Monomi, being rather short, stood atop the altar in the end, and held a notepad with scribbles written down for custom vows. She cleared her throat loudly, though clearly she had no reason to as a robot. For the most part, this was standard wedding fare, though Monomi was bouncing in place excitedly. Not exactly professional motions, but her feelings were in her actions.

The rings were fished out, and the ring for Chieko was handed over to Kyohei.

Kyohei paused for a moment, taking in a shaky breath and attempting to compose himself. It was clear he was quite nervous, but he had been practicing what he wanted to say for a while- he knew he could do it. “Chieko-chan…” He paused, “You remember when we first hung out in this place? You were upset an’ runnin’ around the ship, and we went over to the snack bar to sit, an’… I made a promise to ya…” He reached out and took up her hands in his, “I promised I’d keep ya safe an’ protected no matter what… an’ I… these vows are an extension of that. I’ll always be there t’ love ya and hold ya… an’ keep ya safe. Chi-chan you…” He takes a moment to keep himself from choking up, “You mean the world to me. I’m more than happy t’ be your husband, heh…” He takes the ring, and slips it onto Chieko’s finger.

As Kyohei finished his vow, Chieko couldn’t help but hold onto his hands tightly, blushing deeply. She took the other ring, holding onto Kyohei’s hands again. “There’s a lot of things I want to say. And not nearly enough time in the world. I… will stand by you. I will to you, I will cherish you… and I will love you. There is so much more I will do for you, I could go on and on. I will love you forever and always… I am glad to be your wife.” It was short but sweet. She slipped the ring onto Kyohei’s finger, looking up and giving him a wide smile.

Oooohhhh!!! This was the best part of any wedding. Monomi was practically jumping in place at this point, anticipating the next portion. Once the rings were on, Monomi continued. “Do you, Chieko Sakura, take Kyohei Takahashi as your adorably wedded husband?”

“I do. I really, really do!”

“And do you, Kyohei Takahashi, take Chieko Sakura as your adorably wedded wife?”

“I do too!- I mean- Yes! Definitely!!”

Monomi took in a robotic breath, and in a confident and proud voice declared, “I pronounce you husband and wife! You may kiss the bride!”

The moment Monomi declared them married, Chieko couldn’t help but grin at Kyohei, and he gave her a similar look back. Before he had the chance to kiss her, she reached up to pull him down, which he willingly let happen. They kissed, both of them hugging each other. In this joyful moment, Kyohei can’t help but lift Chieko up off the altar, spinning her around and laughing before pulling her back in for another kiss.

Congratulations to Kyohei and Chieko Takahashi!

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Lovestruck

It took a moment longer than expected, but eventually Chieko did appear. Her arm was linked with Ends’s and she was taking small steps. Both of them were in new clothes. To the surprise of no one, Ends was in a pair of black skinny jeans and a black button up shirt, with the top button undone and sleeves pushed up to his elbows. He was wearing a plain light blue tie, though it was hanging more loosely than standard to accommodate the top button being unfastened, but he still was wearing a pair of clunky combat boots. His hair, too, was styled a lot more calmly and out of his face – this is probably the closest to dressed up he’s getting any time soon. And on his arm, Chieko seemed to be wearing a short white dress. Non-traditional, but it seemed this whole affair was that way. The dress had a cute light blue ribbon around the waist. For once, her hair was down. The curls sat carefully around her shoulders, and she had a ribbon in her hair. And last of all, rather than her usual eyepatch… she had finally put on Sango’s old eyepatch. It had taken a while, but she felt more sure about wearing it.

Held in her free hand, and close to her chest was a bouquet of fresh flowers. There was no specific pattern or theme, just a bunch of pretty flowers, but Chieko wasn’t complaining.

About halfway down the aisle, she seemed to be a little less nervous, albeit still unsteady on her feet. Her eyes focused on Kyohei at the end, and she felt a wide smile spread on her face. Upon finally seeing Chieko all dolled up, Kyohei flushes and gives her a big, goofy grin in return. Will anything in this wedding stick to a plan? No, probably not. Chieko let go of Ends, giving him a flash of her smile, before she hurried the rest of the way, and throwing her arms around Kyohei. Kyohei immediately wrapped his own arms around her in turn, giggling and pulling back slightly to caress her cheek.

“You look beautiful, Chi-chan~”

Chieko couldn’t help but blush deeply, and held onto him. She leaned into the caress, and slowly took his hands tightly. She squeezed his hands. She sounded a little shaky, but the grin on her face was undeniably.

“You look amazing too, Kyo-chan.”

Once the two settled, and Ends joined them at the altar behind Chieko, she handed the bouquet over and Monomi prepared herself to begin.

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Shuffle

There had been mixed feelings after the trial. Some relationships were patched up, others destroyed. Things were changing drastically in the oddest ways, and the atmosphere of the ship had warped for better or for worse.

Two days after the trial, everyone found an envelope propped up against their door. It seemed these had been left at lunch. They were drawn on, and inside there were invitations, all addressed… They seemed to have been addressed from Chieko, Kyohei, Sorrel, and Ends, and on the back…

A wedding? An invitation to a wedding? The noon sun hit the deck, causing a tint of shine along the shellacked flooring.

Everyone had received an invitation, everyone was invited. There was something odd about having a wedding in the middle of a killing game, who would ever do this?

Monomi seemed to milling around as people arrived, and directing them to seats. It wasn’t like there was many seats, so it was pretty much a free-for-all. At the top, Sorrel and Kyohei stood waiting patiently, the both of them dressed up for the occasion. Kyohei had on a nicely ironed tux, and while his slacks and bowtie were black, the coat was a striking baby blue. As strange enough as it was seeing him dressed up, it was even more peculiar seeing his hair actually… combed? In any case, it was made up nice and neatly for the wedding. The boy stood up straight and had his hands tucked behind his back, but it was clear to see just how much he was fidgeting and looking nervously over at Sorrel. This was something he’d never done before, after all.

Sorrel’s hair is actually very neat looking for once as well, brushed and braided up in a simple but elegant style, with fresh flowers placed more artfully than messily and that seem to be intended to match the floral print on the beautiful cream and green colored gown he’s wearing. Where did he even get that? It doesn’t seem to be a perfect fit, but even so he looks radically different, more like an elven princess than a dirt goblin.

As Sorrel moves to help show people to their seats- more of a formality than a necessity- he keeps happily swishing the skirt of his dress. He just seems really pleased to get to wear it. Meanwhile Kyohei continued to wait for his blushing bride, looking out over the crowd anxiously from the altar. He took a moment to wave hello to a few people, but mainly appeared to be keeping an eye out for Chieko.

Once everyone was seated down, there was a moment of waiting…

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Playing Catch-Up | Takara | Ch.4 End | MTEIR (Murder, Trial, Execution, Item Reaction)

Takara wasn’t proud to admit that she had done next to nothing during the entirety of this fourth case. It had started when she fainted at the sight of Vera’s corpse; whether out of relief that Hitomi was saved, shock at seeing the Opera Singer die, or exhaustion for being unable to sleep peacefully for the last two days, even she didn’t know. But she had passed out, and when she woke back up, the trial was about to begin and Kotori had turned up dead too. In the end, there was nothing she could contribute. She had been unable to investigate, had no clue why Kyohei had been found unconscious on the beach, and didn’t end up voting in case it was her vote that dictated the executed party like last trial. She felt useless, and she actively knew it.

And all this because her mun took a ten-day vacation in Japan. Sorry luv.

She at least owed Kayla the dignity of watching as the Garbage Collector was swallowed up. Whatever her faults, Takara had not wished such a cruel end, and especially since Chikako was still here to pick up the pieces of her own broken heart. There was nothing she could say to make the Anthropologist feel any better, and the reminder that her datefriend was saved by a mistrial last time was probably going to be a mighty slap in the brunette’s face.

So she instead looks in said datefriend’s direction, and nods back to agree. He needed some time alone - he had been very close to Vera and somewhat so to Kotori, and she didn’t blame Sorrel for needing a moment. She needs one too now that the weight of her sister’s life has left her chest, and perhaps she could also reduce the weights in her pocket a little by spending some coin.

She tried not to think about what she could possibly get.

And there could not be a more oddball trio of items that would have came out of the gacha machine if she had tried (cw for mentions of suicide/hanging in item description):

Newspaper Clipping - A newspaper clipping, It details the suicide of a boy named “Fumetsu Matsuoka” and his hanging in a church bell-tower. How tragic… though the last name seems familiar… 

Shark Kigurumi - Look out! It’s a shark! Everyone out of the water! Oh no, it’s just cute and comfortable pajamas, apparently. Not a bad catch! Riku Kondou, MG. 

Sodegarami - Similar to a Naginata, this long polearm is tipped with a metal bar covered in sharp spikes. It’s also fairly heavy, though with how it’s weighted, a swing with enough kinetic motion would do so serious damage.

The first she crumpled into a ball, intending to dispose of it at her earliest opportunity. She did not need the reminder of what had transpired in the outcome of the second trial nor did she want to think about the fact that he too had been a twin. The second had been a slight source of confusion, but eventually she decided that perhaps it might actually look nice on her for once. She had absolutely nothing against sharks and quite liked the design. And maybe Sorrel would like it too…

The third was what gave her pause. As she held the sodegarami aloft, she subconsciously gave it a few experimental swings. The man-catcher was one of the torimono sandōgu and in the right hands (such as her own) it was a very effective nonlethal weapon to pin down and prevent assailants. Maybe this time she could finally be of some use to preventing murder. She had a duty to the students that remained, and she still had a duty to come home. Her sister was safe (for now), but the masquerade had been blown, and doubtlessly the Hiiragi were already making plans to explain the sudden existence of another purple-haired girl in their ranks. 

At least…she knew her family would understand. Hitomi had wanted this to happen for the longest time. And deep inside, Takara was happy too. Now Hitomi could live her life the way she wanted it to be instead of having to be bound to her continued existence, and if anything, her parents were definitely redoubling their efforts now. Whatever the twins’ role had been in the clan, it had not come at the expense of their parents’ love, and if there was one thing she knew it was that they wouldn’t give up on their Samurai daughter.

But until then, she would make the most of being herself on board the ship, and find as many ways as she could to enjoy just being Takara and not a prestigious heir. That shark kigurumi did look mighty comfortable there…

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Garbage Disposal

TW: Excessive depictions of uncleanliness, Fire

A land of trash. That was what this world was. Whether or not that was a good thing was up to the beholder. One man’s trash was another man’s treasure, wasn’t it? Not all trash was bad. That was the way Kayla saw things. It was that philosophy that made her her.

A world of trash. That was what Kayla was dropped into. From the ceiling of her execution grounds, she plummeted to a floor made up of garbage, while in a garbage bag herself. She landed on the floor of refuse, letting out a small yelp upon impact. The bag began to tear, allowing the girl’s hand to creep out of it, followed by her arm, face, and the rest of her body.

Kayla climbed out of the bag, and was greeted by the trash surrounding her. There was so much… it was like a landfill all in one huge room. Kayla slowly pushed herself off the ground. It was a difficult process considering that the unstable floor of garbage gave way with her every move, but eventually, she stabilized herself, and scanned the room.

… Yeah, it really was all just trash. This couldn’t be her execution, right? There was no danger…

Yet, she couldn’t fight off the anxiety she felt. She reached for her left side, and patted herself. “… What?” She mumbled as she looked down to her torso. The bag that was usually slung over her left shoulder was gone. Kayla turned around, and knelt down before the bag she came out of. She opened it up. Nothing.

Kayla sighed, and stood up. Yumi. She wanted Yumi. She was scared, and she wanted Yumi there with her. She wanted Chikako. Komaka. Kotori. Someone. Anyone.

The girl walked off, exploring the room that was set up for her. She stumbled a bit as she did so, but otherwise, faced no difficulties. It wasn’t long before she stopped in her tracks, staring at something in the near distance. It was a rabbit. A stuffed one? Yumi? No, something was off about it. Kayla hesitantly walked up to it.

It was very much like Yumi. It was a stuffed rabbit. Similar shape, texture… Kayla picked it up. There were just two things different about it. Firstly, its condition; it was perfectly clean, and in pristine condition, sharply contrasting with the waste that littered the room. Secondly, there was its colour scheme. Yumi was pink and yellow. This rabbit was blue and white. It was a colour scheme that largely resembled Kotori’s, and now, Kayla’s, in the new outfit granted to her by Kotori.

Kotori…

Kayla hugged the rabbit to her chest. It was something she usually did with Yumi. “I guess I’ll… call you Kotori, then.” As soon as she said those words, the trash below her feet budged, throwing her off balance. She fell on her back, and then began falling along with the rest of the trash.

As she descended, she felt some heat lick her skin from below. Kayla looked downwards, finding nothing thanks to the trash obstructing her vision. Still, she knew what was happening wasn’t good, and so, she springed to her feet, intent on climbing her way out of this sinkhole.

She was too slow, however. Everything began to sink faster, dragging her down faster than she could climb up. It wasn’t long before the layer of trash separated enough to allow an orange glow of heat to appear. It was hot. Too hot. It must’ve been an incinerator. A fitting end to trash, huh?

Kayla soon entirely lost her footing, the tight air dragging her downwards into the incinerator. She lost her hold of Kotori. Just before she fell into the machine, she saw two more rabbits fall, uniting with Kotori. One was black and white. Its ears were all messed up. The other was a brown rabbit. It wore what seemed to be a lab coat. Kayla reached out to them, tears lagging in the air just above her, and then…

The incinerator’s mouth closed. Kayla was gone.

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5 minute panic

TW: Suicide mention

The votes were in, and once again, it was Monokuma’s turn to speak. 

“Well, after your last miserable performance, I wasn’t expecting much out of you. Figured you’d let the killer go free and sink another ship.” He glared at Kyohei before moving his gaze over to Chikako. “Though I guess someone was taking out the trash. Huh? Upupupu~”

“Oh! Right! The results. Yeah, she did it.” He pointed boredly at Kayla. “Oh, and the girl who’s only talent was going on an extended vacation? She offed herself. Turns out you can have everything in the world, and still be worthless.” He glanced at the camera briefly before hopping down from his podium and walking towards the garbage collector menacingly. “Now… I suppose it’s finally time I do my chores… before the wife nags me again. Time to take out the trash. Yes I’m aware I already used that pun. Man, my writers are garbage. They insist it’s still funny. Honestly, I can’t believe they want me to say this filth.”

“So… You have any last words kid? You can always REFUSE. Upupupu! Get it? Like trash? Okay, that one was terrible. Seriously? Who comes up with this junk? That’s okay, I still have a LITTER of puns before I run out. Surely not all of them are stinkers.”

Monokuma looked to Monomi to see if any of his wordsmithing caught her fancy. Monomi turned her face away, scoffing. Or… was she crying? On second glance, she definitely looked like she was crying.

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And the results are in!!

Chikako Sonoda - 1 Takara Hiiragi - 1 Hachiro Tsukada - 3

 And the winner is… 

Kayla Stern with 5 votes!!!

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Duty Calls

The announcement summoning you to the elevator cut off your actions. As tradition were to have it, the trial is starting. You dust off your mental abilities and start walking towards the elevator. It’s even more spacious than usual, being two emptier than it had been the time you descended after the third trial. You have plenty of elbow room to wiggle around and do as you wish. The feelings behind that are up to you.

10 bodies ascend up towards the trial room, the ritualistic dings as you reach every floor… you know well enough by now. This is the fourth time, after all, it’s hardly a surprise anymore.

You step into the trial room and take your podium, glancing to the empty spaces around. Which are you losing next? Who’s going to be sacrificed to some cause that has nothing to do with you? Lost to a sea of pink, a sailor’s funeral. Isn’t that just golden?

You’re tired. Things are still happening, and there’s no time for rest just yet. Monokuma appears before you, Monomi once again at the chair to his side. Here it goes.

“Heya kiddos! Nice to see you all again… Well… Most of you. After this trial we’ll officially be down to half our cast! Y’know… I’m kinda surprised you guys went for this one… I mean here I had planned on protecting your loved ones from the terrors outside. They wouldn’t have to worry about war, or despair. They’d get to stay in this nice little resort I found. But no… You couldn’t live without seeing them again could you? You wanted them to be exposed to everything I have planned… You all really are terrible people aren’t you? Upupupu~”

“Well… That’s enough chitchat. Let’s get this class trial started! You know what to do!”

Monokuma turned towards the camera. “And you guys should too, but… Just to remind ya. Send in an ask to lock in your vote. To change your vote, just send in a new one. Simple as that. Don’t worry… No one will see who ya voted for, so use your character or personal blogs, alright? Ya got all that? GOOD! Let’s get started!”