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Goodbye, Danganronpa by striptease
Fandoms: New Dangan Ronpa V3: Everyone's New Semester of Killing, Dangan Ronpa Series
21 May 2024
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There is no meaning in a game without victory. No purpose in a leader without a follower. No use for a detective without an already existing problem to solve.
The King slams her foot on the board and the bodies fall like pawns, swept to her side as if making a mockery of her opponent- a steadily growing pile of trophies she had no right to claim, did not work for, did not earn, did not respect.
The Queen is silent. He analyzes, he chides and he sneers. He is boisterous and proud for a man with no pawns, his side of the board rapidly depleting in numbers as he does nothing but watch. He pays no mind to the pieces up his sleeve, the ones the King did not notice jostling loose in her desperate need for chaos and ruin. The Rook, the Bishop, the Knight and the measley Pawn hidden on his person cry out. They weep, plead and beg for him not to follow through with his next move. They call him the monster for shaking his leg as the King slams down a closed fist over yet another pawn, and as his numbers continue to dwindle, he believes them.
But he does not hesitate.
Because there is no meaning in a game without victory, and no purpose in a leader who can not lead.
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You're Alone. by striptease
Fandoms: New Dangan Ronpa V3: Everyone's New Semester of Killing, Dangan Ronpa Series
05 Sep 2023
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“What were you trying to check?” He hated him. He hated the sudden pique of curiosity, he hated how he only seemed interested in what he had to say if he thought he could get something out of him. He hated Saihara and the fact that he only came to speak to him if he thought he could get under his coat, under his skin and through to his nerves, cross them like wires and figure out what makes him tick. He hates that he can tell Saihara is just like the others, that he thinks he can figure out how his mind works, and thinks he can fix him if he just tries hard enough. He hates everything about him. He wants to rip his head off.
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A vent fic, inspired by recent talk of how Kokichi exhibits all symptoms of borderline personality disorder. Written by someone who has BPD and has had to treat my own concussions despite being surrounded by multiple people every time, and as someone who also has been told I will always be alone. Written in second person, I just liked how the summary looked written this way.