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Click.
“Hello, my name is █████ ████, and I’ll be auditioning for season fifty-three of Danganronpa today.”
A girl sat on her knees in the middle of an empty room, a blank smile on her face. Blue hair was pulled up into a bun upon her head, and glasses were perched plain on her face, hiding tired blue eyes. She tapped her manicured fingers on her thighs, nails painted a shiny red.
She gave a nod to the rolling camera in front of her. “Without dragging it on too long, I’m going to get straight to the point.” Her eyes grew determined and her fists curled up on her lap. “I’m auditioning for the role of the mastermind.”
“I’ve been in love with Danganronpa from the very first season, from the first time that Naegi Makoto stepped onto the ground of Hopes Peak and entered the killing game. From the first time Enoshima Junko conducted the murders of her classmates.” The girl adjusted her glasses and took a shallow breath.
“I can write scripts, characters, storylines... anything that needs to be done to make a good season. I guarantee, I will revive this series and turn it into something you’ve never seen.”
The girl closed her eyes and sighed out before curving her lips into a placated smile. Then she stood up and dug through a bag offscreen. Right in front of the camera she began to slowly undress, pulling her leggings to the floor and and winding her hair into a wig cap. One by one the pieces of her outfit fell to the floor, and one by one her new look came together.
No longer was she sporting a blue-haired bun with plain glasses to hide her eyes, no, not at all. Instead, her hair fell back in thick strawberry-blonde locks, bound up into twintails by monochrome pins shaped like bears. Her tired eyes held a new energy, making the blue of them seem more bright. The school uniform she’d been sporting beforehand had been replaced by a black cardigan and white shirt, unbuttoned for her cleavage to show. A red miniskirt clung to her hips, and the skin of her legs trailed down to shiny, ebony boots with red laces.
Her soft smile went sharp, and her eyes narrowed into something cruel, lashes thick and blanketing over her irises. Make-up that was unnoticeable before now stood out like sunlight during the nighttime.
She gave a low laugh. “I think I lied, actually,” she snickered, “Danganronpa is more than something I love. It’s my everything! Ive cosplayed every character in the series, from those like Fujisaki to Mechamaru! Even Hachimaru from season thirty-two! It was sooooo hard to get them right, too! You remember the design!” She pointed at the camera harshly, then dropped her hand and played with a bit of her hair dejectedly.
“Of course, it all comes down to your choice. But the role of the mastermind is something that I’ve always wanted to have, and I’ve spent my whole life working for it.”
Her expression turned genuine again, and her red lips curved to another grin. “Please consider me for this season. If I make it in, I swear to you—”
Her blue eyes caught the red light from the camera, the shine of it flashing across them as she leaned forward. She reached towards the lens, preparing to turn it off.
“—I will become the change that Danganronpa needs.”
Click.
And the story begins.