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The endless dread I felt as the press pushed downwards…

The pain I endured as it slowly and painfully shattered my entire body…

The horrible CRUNCH of my bones, the last thing I heard before everything went black…

Who am I, you ask? Well, I’m-

“Degenerate Male?!” a familiar voice shouts into my ear. I open my eyes and abruptly sit up in shock at the classroom desk I'm in. I thought I’d only be hearing that voice again in my nightmares… unless this IS a nightmare, or my brain’s last frantic thought before I die. Who knows, really?

“...Tenko?” I ask quietly, looking at her, Tenko Chabashira, the Ultimate Aikido Master. She doesn’t look much different, but I can just make out a scar on the back of her neck, depicting where the kama pierced through the nape. That makes me wonder, is this really the fabled vision that comes seconds before death? If it was, I don’t think it’d put that much detail in.

I’m brought out of my thoughts by her speaking to me. “Of course it’s me, you little degenerate! Is your brain even in there?” she asks me condescendingly. I laugh a little. If anything, I'm glad she’s not letting her own death keep her from being herself. Even if being herself means I'm getting talked down to like a baby.

“What are you laughing at, degenerate male!? Bet you think it’s really funny, getting to be alone with a girl!” she yells at me, looking like she’s gonna suplex me if I don’t shut up. “Nishishi… it’s nothing, just glad to know a silly little thing like Death hasn’t changed you.” I say, being genuinely truthful for the first time in a while.

“D-death…?” she stutters out, looking surprisingly scared. Did she… not know that? Now that I think about it, she could have passed out from shock, so I guess she wouldn’t remember her last few seconds of consciousness. “Yeah, you died. Sorry about that, but hey, maybe it’s not so bad here! Hell, maybe we could be buddies!” I give her a thumbs-up, and then I notice the suspiciously crack-shaped scarring on my hand… and my arm. 

“Huh. Were you just not gonna tell me about this?” I ask Tenko, who’s looking a bit less scared than before. “Why would I tell you anything, degenerate? And no, we are not ‘buddies’!” She says as she shoots down my innocent offer of super-cool friendship.

“What? But why???? You were all buddy-buddy with Shuichi, and I'm way cooler than him!” I pout before turning away from her theatrically. I look back at her, and she does not seem amused. “Anyway, I'd better get a look around. See you later, Tenko.” I wave goodbye to her as I leave the classroom.

‘A lot of this place seems to look just like the Ultimate Academy for Gifted Juveniles…’ I think as I roam the halls for any reflective surface. “I bet there’s a bunch of scarring on my face that Tenko didn’t tell me about. I get why she hates talking to guys, but she could stand to be a bit less… antagonistic.” I mumble to myself.

A bit later, I managed to find a mirror just in the middle of the hall. “Huh.” I whisper, but ignore how weird this is. As I look in the mirror, I notice a large amount of scars, exactly like the ones on my arm, on my face. These scars seem to be originating from the top of my left eye-socket, coincidentally the spot where my skull first… nevermind.

Oh, wasn’t I introducing myself before I was interrupted? Well, no need to keep you in suspense any longer.

My name is Kokichi Ouma, the Ultimate Supreme Leader.

Anyway, I was checking out the scar on my face, when suddenly I heard a small gasp behind me. I turned around, and it was almost like I was looking at the sister I never had. The girl had purple eyes, purple hair, pale skin, the whole shebang. It’s like looking in a funhouse mirror that makes you look taller.

I took a look at her nurse clothing. ‘A nurse, huh?’ I decided to start a conversation. “So. Hi, I'm Kokichi Ouma. And you are?” I asked her. She jumped, like she wasn't expecting me to talk to her, before mumbling out a reply. “I’m M-Mikan Tsumiki… the Ultimate Nurse.” she whispers. “Well, hello Mikan. Name’s Kokichi Ouma, the Ultimate Supreme Leader. Not to sound rude, but did you also die?” I ask, trying not to set her off.

It doesn't work, because she immediately starts crying loudly. I start sweating, hoping we’re far away enough for Tenko not to hear this and make assumptions. “Mikan, it’s okay! I’m sorry that I asked! Please stop crying, I didn't mean to make you cry!” I beg her to stop crying.

“S-sorry… I just don’t like t-thinking about it…” she apologizes, calming back down, although not completely. “It’s fine, it’s just that I have an acquaintance nearby who would literally kill me if she assumed I made you cry.” I explained to her, nervously looking around to make sure Tenko didn’t see or hear any of that.

“Anyway, you said you’re a nurse? That’s pretty cool.” I compliment her, giving her my second thumbs up of the day. “T-thanks..” She doesn’t seem to believe me, but she accepts the compliment nonetheless. She doesn’t seem to have any scars that would match up with a cause of death, so maybe she was murdered by drowning? Or maybe she got executed, and she’s a blackened… Well, who am I to judge?

“So, have you seen anybody around here?” I ask Mikan, who trembles when I look at her. “I-I saw a B-black-haired girl with a h-hand tattoo talking to someone w-wearing a long skirt.” She tells me. “Alright, Black-haired girl with a hand tattoo and someone wearing a long skirt. I’ll keep an eye out.” I tell her, before excusing myself to go search for more people.

‘ Mikan’s not so bad, I can see myself being friends with her. Hopefully, Tenko doesn’t take it the wrong way. I actually enjoy being alive again.’ I think to myself as I roam the halls aimlessly. With the 2 people Mikan mentioned, and me, that makes 5… with how familiar all of this is, though, I'll be seeing 11 more faces soon.

I end up at what appears to be a dojo. ‘Did we have one of these in the Ultimate Academy?’ I try to remember as I step inside. When I step through the door, I see an absolute MOUNTAIN of muscle. “Woah, what kind of workout do you have to do for a body like that?” I ask the figure, who turns around abruptly at the sound of my voice.

“Nothing that the average human body could handle, I assure you.” The figure says, female if the school uniform is any clue, her muscles covered in scars. “I figured. Anyways, I'm Kokichi Ouma, the Ultimate Supreme Leader! And you are?” I ask. “I am known as Sakura Ogami, the Ultimate Martial Artist.” she says.

“Wow, a martial artist? Cool!” I give her the 3rd thumbs-up of the day. “Reminds me of someone from my own killing game. Of course, she’d probably punt me across the room.” I shrug. “Anyways, I’d better go find anybody else who’s around here.” I wave goodbye as I go back into the hall.

And that’s 3 fellow participants down, and 12 more to meet. Maybe I'll go find those 2 that Mikan saw, find out their names, get a more detailed description than ‘black-haired girl with hand tattoo’ and ‘somebody wearing a pretty long skirt’, and all that. Maybe I'll even find more people I know. I’ve only found Tenko so far, and she’s actually the one who found me, but we don’t need to get into specifics.

Eventually, I did run into the two that Mikan was talking about. Hand-tattoo girl definitely looks like she’d kill someone, so I guess I'm cursed or something. I mean, 1 killing game stuck with a girl who wants to kill me is one thing, but now this? The other person seems less likely to kill me, luckily.

“Hi, I'm Kokichi Ouma, Ultimate Supreme Leader!” I greet them. The girl stares at me like she’s deciding on whether or not to slit my throat right now, and then speaks. “Mukuro Ikusaba. Ultimate Soldier.” she says simply, and then ignores me.

The other replies politely, but nervously. “I’m Chihiro Fujisaki, the Ultimate Programmer…” they say, and leave it at that. “Alright, I’ll be seeing you around!” I say and promptly leave. This Mukuro girl really reminds me of Maki, so she’s a bit interesting, but Chihiro feels almost too normal. Maybe I'll look into that.

Eventually, I ran into the 5th girl I saw today, possibly the 6th but I'm not sure about Chihiro. Anyway, her hair’s dark blue and she’s also the most generic girl I've seen in my life, looks-wise at least. I decide to go talk to her, since she seems lost in the very run-down hallways. 

“I see you’re getting lost in the halls. Got anywhere you’re trying to go?” I ask as she jumps, obviously not hearing me approach. “Right… I'm not really trying to go anywhere, but I did get lost.” she says. “Alrighty then. Anyways, my name’s Kokichi Ouma, the Ultimate Supreme Leader! And you are?” I ask.

She thinks, probably deciding on if i’m trustworthy or not, before she speaks. “I’m Sayaka Maizono, the Ultimate Pop Sensation.” she answers carefully. It’s good that she's being careful, but I'm definitely trustworthy. If you don’t believe me, ask my mommy.

Suddenly, I hear the familiar BING BONG DING DONG come from the wall. Sayaka clearly recognizes it too, because her face adopts the look that I'm sure is mirrored on my own. We both turn to where the sound originated from, and in the static of the screen, I see an outline.

A very familiar outline.

To be Continued…

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“Finally! Thought i’d never get this piece of junk working again. Hello students, your Headmaster requires you in the gym. Don’t be late~!” the familiar silhouette says in its unforgettable nasally voice before the screen turns off, leaving me and Sayaka in silent horror. We look at each other before one of us finally regains the ability to speak.

“W-was that really him…?” she asks quietly, as if she already knows that I recognize him. Must be the infamous “girl’s intuition” I’ve heard about. “There’s unfortunately nobody else it could’ve been. Come on, we both know what he’ll do if we’re late.” I say, leading the way to the gym.

As we walk in, I notice some familiar faces, some people I’ve already seen, and about 6 people I haven’t met yet. They all add up to 16, so that’s yet another sign that this isn’t gonna go well. Let’s roll through the oh-so willing participants.

Me, Kokichi Ouma (the hero of this story).

Tenko Chabashira, who might punt me directly into the stage if i get too close.

Mikan Tsumiki, who looks like she’s gonna turn into a puddle of tears.

Sakura Ogami, who probably won’t kill me.

Mukuro Ikusaba, who will definitely threaten my life at least once.

Chihiro Fujisaki, who might also turn into a puddle of tears.

Sayaka Maizono, who’s apparently disassociating.

Some goth girl straight out of 1700's England, complete with extreme burn scars.

Korekiyo Shinguji, the Ultimate Anthropologist, that incestuous freak.

Miu Iruma, the Ultimate Inventor, who I might have to apologize to.

Gonta Gokuhara, the Ultimate Entomologist, who I definitely have to apologize to.

Kaito Momota, the Ultimate Astronaut, the guy who helped me with my plan to end the killing game. Everybody here probably died in their games, so evidently, that didn’t work.

A girl with horns?

A really short guy in a chef’s outfit, probably the Ultimate Chef.

A guy with white hair who looks like he’s going insane. Is that what I looked like when I was doing all that?

And a girl with bear hair clips that look suspiciously like the 2 halves of Monokuma, who also kinda looks like Mukuro.

And that there’s our cast, everybody. I’d say I hope nobody commits murder, but that sounds like something Kaede would say. No offense to her, but that did NOT work out. So says the 9 dead bodies, including hers, that piled up after that.

As we’re all standing there, Monokuma just shows up. “Well hello again, students! Are you all ready for another semester?” He asks in his annoying voice. Everybody clearly wants to say something, but they make the wise choice of not risking Monokuma’s wrath.

“Alrighty Everybody, you know the deal! You’re all gonna live here for the rest of your lives, unless one of you decides to commit a murder or two. You win the trial, you get to leave. You FAIL the trial, and I punish you reeealll bad.” Monokuma laments. If I was allowed to, I probably would’ve punted him like Tenko punted Shuichi that one time.

“You’ve all died before, so I better not see anything that you’ve already done! I won’t punish you for it, but it’ll be so boring.” He says before disappearing somewhere, leaving us to process all of that. I figured this’d happen, since I was roaming the halls of the place where I happened to die, but actually hearing it out loud is very different.

The room is very silent, nobody daring to make a sound, before somebody speaks up. “You guy aren’t actually considering murder after what happened the first time, right?” Everyone turns towards the one who spoke - me. “I mean, you’ve already felt the painful release of death, and you want to try again?”

They all look at me, and most of them look offended that i’d assume they’d ever want to go through that. It’s fair that they don’t like what i’m saying, but clearly they were motivated enough to do it the first time. “Look, I'm sorry, but some of you have already done it once. Who’s to say that you won’t do it again?” I ask them.

They at least have the decency to look like they agree. “Alright, now that that’s out of the way, let’s go around the circle and say our names, shall we? I’m Kokichi Ouma, and i’m the Ultimate Supreme Leader.” I introduce myself.

The walking historical cliche decides to go first. “I am Celestia Ludenberg, the Ultimate Gambler.” she says, and I can very much tell that she is lying. I don’t care though. But you don’t wanna sit through all this text, so i’ll shorten it for you.

“I’m Kaito Momota, Luminary of the stars! Even crying children adore the Ultimate Astronaut!”

“M-Mikan Tsumiki…Ultimate Nurse”

“Tenko Chabashira, Ultimate Aikido Master.”

“Sakura Ogami, Ultimate Martial Artist.”

“Mukuro Ikusaba, Ultimate Soldier.”

“Chihiro Fujisaki, Ultimate Programmer…”

“Sayaka Maizono, the Ultimate Pop Sensation.”

“Korekiyo Shinguji, Ultimate Anthropologist.”

“ Gonta’s name is Gonta Gokuhara! Gonta’s talent is Ultimate Entomologist!”

“Miu Iruma the Ultimate Inventor, the gorgeous girl genius herself!”

“Ibuki Mioda, the Ultimate Musician!”

“Teruteru Hanamura, the Ultimate Chef.”

“Nagito Komaeda, the Ultimate Lucky Student.”

“Junko Enoshima, the Ultimate Despair.”

“See? Now that we’re all acquainted, we can- wait, what was that last one?” I backtrack to what Junko just said. “But weren’t you the Ultimate Fashionista?” Sayaka asks, looking pretty confused. Everyone else looks at Junko like she’s crazy, which she probably is. Being the Ultimate Despair, that probably means she’s the one who started the killing games…

I’d hate her for that, but I'm pretty sure she didn’t start mine. If anything, it was probably Shuichi or Tsumugi, or probably Maki. Definitely not Himiko though, she’s much too soft. Anyway, Junko is just kinda staring blankly at everyone. “Uh, that was actually my sister Mukuro disguised as me… I’ve kinda gotten over the whole Despair thing, but I’m still good at causing it, so.” She explains.

It’s hard to believe that she just… got over her defining trait, but she’s not lying, so I guess I'll just take it. Everyone else looks like they don’t believe her, and might kick the absolute shit out of her, so I decide to step in.

“Please, please, hands off. I get that you really hate this girl for very good reasons, but this is also exactly what Monokuma would want you to do. Let’s just stay civil, and NOT commit any murders. Understood?” I ask, my face morphing into a twisted smile to make them comply. They, of course, comply as I want them to.

“Good. now, it’s about time we get to our dorms. See you in the morning, and I hope you reconsider murdering anyone .” I say cryptically, before leaving the gym and walking to my dorm. I stop outside the door and turn back down the hallway, watching everyone else slink into their own dorms, before going inside.

It’s a pretty weird room, with tacky red wallpaper, a dark blue rug, and metal plates screwed over the windows, but it’ll suffice. I collapse into the mattress, staring up at the plain old ceiling, before drifting off to sleep…

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CHAPTER 1: (BACK) IN HELL

“Pathetic? Look at yourself, Kokichi.”

“Kaito always has us by his side, see? But nobody wants to be around you.”

“You’re Ą̶̛̖͖͉̝̌̆̚ ̴̺̃̊̃͌̀͜L̵̢̧̹̺̂͊ ̷̢͔̫̘̲͑̿Ǫ̷̹͛ ̶̢̩̹͌̍̒Ǹ̶͍̯̬̫͌ ̴̛͔̓͐ͅẸ̶͌͛̂͛̆ , Kokichi. And you always will be.”

“AH!” I scream as I wake up. Christ, I hate nightmares. I try to calm myself down. The morning announcement plays just a moment later. “Good morning, students! I hope you’re ready for another bee-yutiful day!!” Monokuma muses, before the screen shuts off. Well, guess I’d better go to the dining room and see what’s happening.

I get up, put on my checkered scarf and very stylish Jacket, and get going. When I get there, Most people are sitting on the opposite side of the room away from Junko. The only ones who aren’t are Teruteru, who’s probably cooking breakfast, and, funny enough, all 5 of the other people from my game. This is probably a good chance to keep people from killing Junko while also apologizing to Gonta and Miu (and maybe get an apology for her trying to kill me first).

I sit down, and everyone side-eyes me besides Junko, who’s probably too bored to care, Kaito, who already knows my life story, and Gonta, who’s too nice to do that. “I figured. Anyway,  figured I'd try my hand at an apology. Miu, I'm sorry that I convinced Gonta to kill you, even though you planned to kill me first, and I'd kinda like an apology for that. And Gonta, I'm sorry that I made you do that, though I was clearly incapable of fighting her off myself.” I apologize, being very clearly sincere.

Mostly everyone looks surprised at me being so sincere, Junko still doesn't care. “Hah! Bet you wish you’d get an apology from the gorgeous girl genius, huh?” She gloats. “Yeah… I just said that.” I remind her. She blushes from embarrassment, and starts stuttering out a retort. I ignore her, and turn to Gonta. “But seriously, I wouldn’t have made you do it if I thought I could fight her off myself. No need to forgive me, just throwing it out there.” I say, then promptly turn forward.

“Anyway, I just sat over here to make sure none of you were gonna kill Junko or something. We all know what it’s like to die, so I'd prefer you don’t, no matter what ‘reason’ you may have.” I say, pointedly glaring at Korekiyo. He pretends not to notice, and the conversations they had going on continue. I turn to Junko. “So, what’s it like being a Former Ultimate?” I ask.

Junko doesn’t seem to take offense to the question. “Well, it’s definitely humbling to not be considered a god among men anymore.” She replies blankly. I decided to take my leave, and help Teruteru in the kitchen. As I walk in, the smell hits me like a punch to the face. “Geez, I was gonna help you, but it doesn’t smell like you need any help.” I say.

Teruteru turns around, and I make direct eye contact with him. He gets all nervous. “T-thank you, sir! B-but could you stop starin’ into my soul, please?” He practically begs me. I comply, and he calms down. “Anyway, I’ll help you take the food out.” I offer, and then I do that.

As I sit down to eat, back in the spot I was previously, my ears, fine-tuned to hear the minor changes in tone to detect lying, detect a whirring from somewhere under the floor. Monokuma pops out of the ground next to me and lands on the table, but as I heard him coming, I am the only one not surprised.

“Hello again, students! Your headmaster has an announcement!” He declares, striking a pose. I continue eating while everyone else questions what he wants. “Well if you simply must know, I realized that I forgot to give you your Monopads!” He reveals, “But I realized that with nothing to do, you won’t be motivated to commit a murder, no matter how enticing it may seem, so I’ve modified their usage and design to give you Mono-phones!” He exclaims triumphantly. 

“Mhm, and how do they work?” I ask, still eating a mouthful of delicious soup. “Glad you asked! They work just like the Monopads, but now you can text each other, or take pictures, and whatever. They even come with free Earbuds. Mono-buds, if you will.” He explains, handing one to me. It’s a normal-looking phone, aside from the Monokuma-branded Phone Case. “The Phone Case is non-negotiable, but you can change the wallpaper all you want.” He explains, and disappears once more.

The remaining 15 Mono-phones sat where he was standing. I turn mine on, and take many pictures of my perfect breakfast. Everyone else goes to pick up their own, and go back to talking in their own groups. I decide to check this thing for any entertainment, but I don’t find much.

I find Monokuma-branded Candy Crush, Spotify, an app that does what the Monopad did, and nothing else besides the camera and messaging apps. “Huh, Spotify doesn’t have any Monokuma branding…? Actually, ‘Mono-ify’ sounds pretty stupid.” I click on it to browse the songs, and find out that Monokuma gave me Spotify Premium.

“Huh. Free Spotify Premium. Niiiiice.” I whisper to myself. I turn the phone off, and check out what the others are doing while I go back to my soup. They’re all doing what I was just doing, so I focus on my food.

But then that dumb incest-ass bitch tries to get my attention, so I have to pretend I care. He decides to ask the worst possible question, and right when I put the food in my mouth. “Say, Ouma, how did you die?” Both me and Kaito choke, and I start coughing violently.

I take a few seconds to catch my breath from nearly dying, and then answer. “Well, I wouldn’t expect you to be so direct about that, but I guess it makes sense.” I say. “Only one of you knows how I died, after all.” Some of them gasp, except Kaito, because obviously, and still Junko. “Friend Kokichi mean he is a victim?!” Gonta asks, shocked.

“I wouldn’t really say ‘victim’, since it was my idea, but… I guess?” I say hesitantly. Miu looks kinda worried about me now, for some reason. “Fuck you mean it was YOUR idea? You wanted to die or some shit?” She asks, probably asking if I'm okay in her own weird way.

“Keep your tits on, I was trying to end the killing game. But considering the guy that I convinced to murder me is here, it didn’t work out. Right, Kaito?” I ask him. Everyone turns to look at him, even Junko. I butt in again.  “But anyway, I was, uh… Actually, I don’t think I wanna talk about it.”

They look kinda concerned that I have a death traumatic enough to not wanna tell them, especially since it’s me, but I go back to eating my soup like the conversation didn’t even start. If I felt comfortable even thinking about it, I’d tell them as soon as I could. I guess i’m lucky Teruteru didn’t add any crunchy ingredients to this sou-

CRUNCH

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What was that? Was that my skull?

“Wow, only your second day back from the dead and you’re already dying again? What a joke.”

No, that’s not true. I’m fine.

“Maybe you would be fine if you had checked the soup for any solid objects, you MORON.”

Why should I assume soup has anything in it except soup?

“You only just got some of your dead buddies back and now you’re gonna lose them again.”

No. That's a lie. Stop saying that. Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. Stop it.

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“STOP IT!” I yell as I sit up in a bed, clutching my chest with a death grip. I try to calm myself down, but it isn’t working. A blur with purple hair dashes into the room, no doubt hearing me screaming when I woke back up.

The blur starts trying to help me calm down in a familiar and very calming voice, and it actually helps a little. Being just a little bit less panicked, I realize who the blur was. It’s Mikan, and now that I look around, it looks like I’m in the Nurse’s office. What the hell even happened…?

I finally calm down, and Mikan breathes a sigh of relief. “I-I’m glad you’re o-okay, Kokichi.” She says, and just hearing her voice kinda makes me feel relieved. “Mikan. What happened to me?” I ask nervously. Mikan looks like she thinks she shouldn’t tell me, but continues anyway.

“Your f-friends said i-it happened when you bit i-into some celery l-left in your soup,” she says, “K-Kaito s-said you were… w-well, you know…” She looks like she’s about to cry. I can’t stand it when people cry over me. “Mikan, it’s fine. I chose to die like that. It hurt a lot, but I did it to end the killing game. Even if it didn’t work, my reason makes it worth the while to me.” I say.

She seems to take this answer, and leaves the room. I sit there for a few minutes, and then all of my fellow contestants show up. Gonta starts crying from how happy he is that i’m okay, Kaito gives me a thumbs up, and everyone else walks up to the bed.

“Hey gremlin, what the fuck was that back there?! You made Gonta worry about you, you know!” Miu scowls at me as usual. “Like I said before, keep your tits on. It ain’t my fault that I got PTSD now. No wait, it is.” I mutter that last part to myself.

“But anyway, don’t worry about me. I’m all good.” I tell them, but mostly Gonta. They decide to leave, seeing that I’m okay, and I lay back down in the bed. Geez, I can’t believe I got PTSD from my own plan. After a few minutes of laying down, I decide to get up and go back to my room.

After making sure that my door is locked, I immediately collapse onto the bed and escape into what’s probably the third nightmare I’ll have today.

CHAPTER 1: PART 1 COMPLETE

CHAPTER 1: PART 2 LOADING…

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I wake up, surprisingly not having a nightmare today.

I look in the mirror as I'm walking past it, and notice something about my appearance.

I now have an ahoge. This is bad, because it means that I'm the protagonist now. Being the protag is hard work, because as far as I can tell from my own experience with Shuichi, who’s obviously the protag because who else could it be, he had tragically bad luck. Bad luck so bad, in fact, that everybody he had chemistry with in the killing game DIED.

Me, Rantaro, Kaede, Angie, Miu, even TENKO, though she’d probably never admit it.

And that’s not even the half of it!

I don’t wanna end up like that, with everyone I like dying. I also don’t wanna be romanced by all of the people here, even though it IS tempting…

But, after this startling realization of what’s to come, I head out to breakfast, which hopefully won’t end badly.

Again.

On the way there, I find a monocoin. It’s a surprise tool that will help us later.

“Hey Cuckichi, come sit with us!” Miu yells, waving at me as I enter the room.

Nobody laughs, because people typically only laugh when something funny is said.

“😢” She says, somehow pronouncing an Emoji.

“Yeah okay, I'll sit with you.” I tell the very sad Miu.

“😀” She says, pronouncing another Emoji.

And so I sit down at the table, with the same group as yesterday. Tenko is right across the table from me, glaring at all of the men. Especially me, because I'm the most important man of all - Second only to Jesus.

Or Atua.

…Jeez, I kinda miss Angie.

“So! What’s for breakfast? Something not crunchy, I hope?” I ask them.

They all slightly cringe at the reminder of what caused my… panic yesterday.

“Now fellas, let’s talk economics. I found a monocoin, which means the MonoMono Machine is back.” I tell them.

The reactions are subdued, probably because they forgot it existed, even though Shuichi gave everyone gifts from it.

“That means you all get MORE free gifts, except from somebody that isn’t Shuichi.” I remind them.

The materialistic ones, AKA the stuff-likers, are much more enthusiastic now.

“As long as Tenko doesn’t get a gift from any Degenerate Males, she will be fine!” Tenko huffs, but unfortunately for her, I remember one very important thing.

“You say it as if you loathe the idea of a ‘degenerate male’ giving you a gift, but what about that time Shuichi gave you one?” I ask. She perks up, not knowing I was there, because I was hiding.

“What do you mean by that? T-Tenko doesn’t think that happened!” She says desperately, trying to make me shut up.

I decide not to.

“But it did. You said, and I quote, “Even though you're a male, you made me happy... I feel like I lost! I'm annoyed so I'm gonna throw you! Then we'll be even!” And then you did, but that’s not important.” I say. 

Everyone else looks surprised, and I can hear Miu snorting. Tenko glares at me, her face flushed.

“Degenerate…” She growls, as if challenging me to keep going.

“What? You gonna attack me? Splatter my brains on the ground? Murder me in cold blood?” I taunt her. 

Her face gets even redder, and she sits still.

“...” She says nothing.

“😅” I sweat a little, because Tenko isn’t usually quiet.

“...*eyes glow red*” She says and smirks, causing the entire table to stop and stare.

Oh.

OH.

So it’s like that, huh?

“ Heh , *smirks*” I reply, smirking. The table turns to stare at me as well.

“*kills you*” She says.

“*dodges*” I reply.

“*kills you*” She says.

“*dodges*” I reply.

“*kills you*” She says.

“*dodges*” I reply.

“*kills you*” She says.

“*dodges*” I reply.

“*kills you*” She says.

“*dodges*” I reply.

“*kills you*” She says.

“*dodges*” I reply.

“*kills you*” She says.

“*dodges*” I reply.

“...” Tenko sits back, thinking, because clearly I have bested her. She will have to adopt a different approach if she wishes to defeat me.

Suddenly, she perks up and smirks once more. I sweat slightly in fear of what is to come.

“*traps you and then kills you*” She says, laughing triumphantly.

“Damn it!” I yell, mad about my loss.

“Hah! No Male can defeat Tenko, no matter if they’re Degenerate or not!” Tenko gloats, before noticing the stunned bystanders.

“Damn… I guess they weren’t ready for us to have real personalities. Let’s just… give them a minute to digest all that.” I say.

“Yeah. But anyway, you’re not entirely degenerate-like! Maybe Tenko misjudged you a little bit.” Tenko says, and coming from her, that’s a major compliment.

“Despite the mediocrity of that sentence, it’s a high honor coming from you. So thanks for that, and also please don’t do the face.” I reply, hoping that she doesn’t do the face.

She luckily does not do the face.

“Well, this has been a great talk, but I’ve got a lot to do, so I’ll see you around.” I say, and then leave.

I can just vaguely hear Miu break out of her stupor and yell out the age-old “Cya ‘round, Ankle-biter!” at me.

I’m glad I can finally be myself for once, but I still need to stop this killing game. Preferably before it even starts.

I walk around for a bit, and find 4 more Monocoins, bringing my total up to 5. With these, I go to find the MonoMono Machine.

I find it surprisingly right next to the Nurse’s office, and I go in.

“Welcome to the MonoMono Machine-!” Monokuma begins, but since I've probably heard this whole speech before, I ignore him.

I hear a sound that’s probably Monokuma growling, and he leaves.

I use 1 coin, and I get Bondage Boots.

Unfortunately, I know exactly who I should give these to 😞.

And so, I begin my quest to find wherever the hell Miu is.

I find her standing near a flight of stairs to the 2nd floor, which is blocked off with security gates.

“Heya, Miu! Mad you can’t go upstairs to go find your Lab?” I ask, walking up to her.

“Oh, shut up, Cockichi! You wish you could have a piece a’ this.” She says, flaunting her stupid boobs.

“I don’t see any pieces worth having.” I snark.

“H-Huh?!” Miu moans, undergoing a full 180 in personality.

“Anywho, wanna play poker or something?” I ask, holding up a deck of cards.

“Oh, sure! But don’t be too sad when I win, ya fuckin’ Abortion!” Miu yells, going back to normal.

I’ll let that slide just this once.

And so, we go on our quest to find a table so we can play poker. Along the way, we run into Mikan and Chihiro talking to each other.

“Hey guys, wanna play Poker?” I ask them, holding up the deck of cards again.

“O-Oh, sure… But I might n-not do good…” Mikan mumbles.

“O-Okay. D-Don’t gang up on me, okay?” Chihiro asks, sad.

“Don’t worry, guys! We’re playing Poker, not Uno!” I say.

“But if we were playing Uno, I would subject you all to my endless Wrath. ” I continue, getting serious halfway through.

I realize my mistake when all three are cowering away from me, Mikan and Chihiro looking like they’re about to cry.

“Hey, hey, I was joking! Don’t cry, I wasn’t serious!” I try to calm them down.

It doesn’t work, because I was yelling and now they’re both crying.

Miu’s either orgasming or having a heart attack. Honestly, who knows with her?

CHAPTER 1: PART 2 COMPLETE

CHAPTER 1: PART 3 LOADING…

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After taking care of that little fiasco, and making sure Miu isn’t dead, we resume our quest to play Poker.

Then we run into Gonta.

“Eyy, Gonta! I’d ask if you wanna play Poker, but I’m not entirely sure you even know how to play.” I tell him.

“Gonta not know how to play Poking… But Gonta want to have fun with Friend Kokichi!” Gonta replies, so I guess he’s playing Poker with us now.

And so our quest continues. Will our hapless heroes run into more potential players?

Short answer, yes.

We run into literally everyone else, but luckily they don’t wanna play.

They do wanna watch though, so I’d better be prepared to be cool in front of everyone.

And so, we finally find a table, and Celestia deals out the cards.

The game is on.

Our game of Poker begins, and it was one of the games of Poker to ever be played.

Aces are Acing, Kings are Kinging, and you better believe that those Jokers are Jokering.

It is so happening that everybody sees it happen, and you’d best trust me when I say that it was one of the Poker games ever played.

In fact, it is so Poker game that I'd be willing to bet that it’s THE Poker game of all time.

And then I lost to Gonta.

“What.” I say, not believing that Gonta can defeat me.

“Gonta not know what shapes mean. Did Gonta win?”

The crowd goes wild at the idea of the probably-illiterate 6’6 no-shoe-wearing GIANT winning against the Expert Liar in a game of Poker.

I lay my head down in shame, as there is no greater hit to a Liar’s ego than being bested by some bug-watcher who talks in 3rd person.

Regardless of my shameful loss, I feel as though I’ve connected with everyone… Huh.

When I raise my head once more, everyone is gone except for Junko, who’s sitting down now.

“Oh, Junko. I haven’t talked to you since… actually, when HAVE I talked with you?” I ask.

“Never, outside of the first time we met, when you were surprised at my Ultimate.” She reminds me.

Right, she’s the Ultimate Despair. Almost forgot about that.

“So… You started the killing games, right?” I ask hesitantly.

“Yep. Well, I started the first one, and then everyone else decided to copy me.” She replies.

“Damn. I guess it’s good that your Despairful attitude died with you. Technically, the same thing happened to me…”

I think back on my behavior before my death, with lying and being hated by everyone.

It was for a good reason, ending the killing game, but still. I made it hard for everyone else.

But now, I kinda feel like having actual conversations with people, getting attached to them…

Other things...

“Is it? I actually wanted to talk to you about that.” She brings up.

“What about it?” I ask.

“Well, my death involved getting crushed as well. Of course, looking at my death scars, that’s not all it consisted of, but that’s how it ended.” She monologues.

“Damn, did you go through all of the Executions from your killing game or something?” I ask.

“Yes. I wanted to feel the despair that all of the others felt, and I guess that in my final moments, that was enough despair to finally sate my infinite hunger.”

Woah… that’s kinda badass.

“Wow… that’s a lot. I don’t know if I could have gone through even one of my game’s Executions.” I admit, amazed at how she managed to survive 4 Executions, let alone 1.

We sit in silence.

“Well, this conversation’s been great, but I’d better go. See you around, Junko.” I flash her a smile as I leave, with her nodding to me in response.

I feel like I’ve bonded with Junko a little more today.

And after a while of wandering the halls, I run into Mukuro.

“Hi please don’t kill me your name is Mukuro, right?” I ask, only fearing for my life a little bit.

“...Yes.” She says, lightly glaring at me.

This reminds me so much of Maki that it’s not even funny.

Oh Atua, I am FUCKED.

“...So… You and Junko look a lot alike. Any reason for that?” I ask, trying not to get murdered.

She starts glaring at me for real now, so I guess that was a sore subject.

“Sorry, forget I asked, don’t grab my throat please.” I say quickly, before freezing.

I hope she didn’t understand what I just said.

She freezes as well, and looks at me.

Well, shit.

“Ignore that.” I demand.

“I will not.” She replies.

“But you definitely should, because I am so mentally okay and definitely not having horrible nightmares about some of my former fellow contestants.” I monologue, accidentally getting a little bit too specific and describing exactly what is wrong with me.

Mukuro stops glaring at me, and looks away.

“Come on, I’m taking you back to the Nurses’ Office.” She commands me.

“What? But I just got out of there yesterday! I’m fine!” I try to convince her.

She is not convinced.

I guess this is better than Maki, at least…

Maki would never give a shit about me.

She’s probably the only one I don’t miss at all, aside from-

Nevermind.

Mukuro takes me to The Nurses’ Office, and Mikan happens to already be there.

“O-Oh! Is everything o-okay, Mukuro?” Mikan asks.

“Ouma just trauma-dumped to me on accident, so he is staying with you now.” Mukuro says, leaving no room for an objection.

“Okay Mukuro, I-I’ll keep him safe.” Mikan promises.

And with that, I’m in Mikan’s care again, except I haven’t had a mental breakdown this time.

Damn, a probably-murderer girl who cares about me a little bit?

This must’ve been how it was for Kaito.

I envy him.

Most of my time following Mikan around is just her checking in with all the other people.

Eventually, it’s mere minutes to Night Time.

“So… Can I finally be trusted to leave your side?” I ask Mikan.

Mikan seems to think it over.

“I-I don’t know Kokichi, are y-you sure you’ll b-be okay…?” She mumbles.

“Trust me, Mikan, I’m 100% fine! I wouldn’t lie about something THAT important.” I try to convince her.

“W-Well, okay… Good night, Kokichi.” Mikan waves goodbye and goes off to her own room.

As soon as my door is locked up tight, I hop into bed, exhausted.

That was a minor slip-up, but I’d prefer it doesn’t happen again.

And so, I drift off into a hopefully dreamless sleep.

CHAPTER 1: PART 3 COMPLETE

CHAPTER 1: PART 4 LOADING…

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I am woken up from my dreamless sleep by hunger.

And so, I go to the kitchen in the middle of the night to get a snack.

What I was not expecting to walk in on was Tenko seconds away from beating the shit out of Teruteru.

“Tenko! We do not beat people up in the dark of night!” I chastise her.

“Wah?! B-but this Degenerate Male tried to talk to Tenko!” She tries to defend herself.

I sigh. I should’ve known she’d do this.

“I know, but we’re kinda in a Killing Game right now, so the less violence, the better.” I remind her.

Tenko lets go of Teruteru and lets him escape.

“Now, I’m not asking you to apologize to Teruteru, but I’d better not see any more Neo-Aikido moves being used on people.” I warn her.

“Okay…” Tenko says, then slinks off.

Well, problem solved.

I hope.

I grab an apple to snack on and eat it on my way back to my room, then go back to sleep.

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I wake back up and go to breakfast.

Hopefully, Teruteru kept his mouth shut.

I’d prefer to NOT need to convince the entire group that Tenko is stable enough to trust.

Even though it’d be easy, I try not to do it too much.

Luckily, it seems that Teruteru was too scared of Tenko to squeal, because everything’s looking pretty normal.

We’re all sitting and talking, so hopefully, nothing will happen.

“-Kokichi?”

“Huh? Oh, sorry, I was thinking.”

Oops, kinda zoned out for a second there. 

“I was just going to ask when you think Monokuma will introduce the Motive, since we have not yet given in to pressure.” Korekiyo tells me.

“Well, it’d have to be today. Last time, it’d been roughly 3 days before he introduced the First Motive.” I think.

“Yes, that is indeed true. If I were to guess, he may make an announcement any second now.” Korekiyo theorizes, and then waits silently.

I wait as well.

The others chat on, not listening to our previous conversation.

Waiting.

Waiting.

Waiting.

Waiting…

Waiting…….

It’s been like 5 minutes already?! Clearly he’s delaying the announcement just to piss me off.

“Well, I suppose we were wro-” Korekiyo begins.

BING BONG, DING DONG

“Attention all students! Please make your way to the gym for a special announcement! Toodle-ooo~!”

DING DONG, BING BONG

The room is silent.

The first to stand is Chihiro.

“C-Come on, we’ll get punished if we’re l-late.”

And with that, the rest of us hesitantly stand up and walk silently to the gym.

Even Miu is staying quiet. That’s just unnatural.

We finally arrive, and there he is, waiting for us.

I’d say that this is creepy, but that’s bound to get repetitive with how Monokuma is.

I decide to not stand next to Tenko, because a Motive will probably end in her trying to bodyslam the nearest male.

“Now, it’s been a few days, and I can’t help but notice that there aren’t any murders happening!” Monokuma chastises us all.

“So I thought that I might as well give you all your first Motive~!” Suddenly, envelopes fall from the ceiling with our names on them.

“What’s this for?” Someone asks.

“Inside the envelope with your name on it is someone else’s secret. But better watch out, because half of the secrets are lies!” Monokuma tells us.

“Alright, have fun~” Monokuma says before disappearing.

“Well, might as well get it over with.” I mumble to myself before opening the envelope.

Inside is a note.

“Teruteru Hanamura is actually Tsumugi Shirogane, the mastermind of the 53rd Killing Game, in disguise.”

Is this the truth or a lie? Is it both?

If so, which part is the lie? That Teruteru is Tsumugi, or that Tsumugi is the Mastermind of the 53rd Killing Game?

I’ll have time to think about it later.

“Hm.” I say, then put the note in my pocket.

With my lackluster response, everyone else probably thinks it won’t be that bad and look at their notes.

Unfortunately, some of them (wink wink) are very volatile people.

Yeah, Tenko is trying to kill Kaito.

She’s so unintelligible that I can’t exactly tell what she’s saying, but it’s something about “deflowering” an “innocent girl” or something.

I’m guessing the note she got is saying Kaito has had sex ever.

No offense to Kaito, obviously, but THAT is very unlikely.

Unless it’s Maki, but not even Kaito is crazy enough to go for that.

Right?

Oh wait, I forgot that Tenko was trying to kill him.

She’s chasing him around, trying to suplex him or something.

Usually, I wouldn’t do this in front of so many people, but I’d prefer that Kaito doesn’t get suplexed.

“TENKO!” I bark out at her, causing her to stop in her tracks.

“Y-Yes?” she asks hesitantly, obviously scared because I used The Ultimate Supreme Leader’s Ultimate Supreme Intimidation Tactic . The Supreme Intimidation for short.

I don’t tend to use it a lot, but there are times when you need Intimidation.

“Tell me what the note says.” I command.

“Y-Yes, Kokichi!” She complies, shakily reading the note to me.

“Kaito Momota is the father of Maki Harukawa’s currently unborn child.”

What.

“What.” I say.

“That’s what it says!” She insists.

“...Well, that one has to be a lie.” I dismiss it.

“What?! You’re just gonna write it off that quickly?! WHY?!” Kaito asks incredulously.

I look at him.

“...Come on, don’t pretend you don’t know.” I say simply, and then leave.

The abrupt howl of laughter in my own mind nearly drowns out the enraged shouts of Kaito.

Well, it’s been a long day and-

What do you mean it’s still morning.

CHAPTER 1: PART 4 COMPLETE

CHAPTER 1: PART 5 LOADING…

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Well, after that fiasco of a morning, I hope that the next thing that happens to me doesn’t involve Maki.

And, by my self-made irony, I run into Kaito, who no doubt wants to talk about something involving Maki.

Well, dunk me in baby oil and tell me that I’ve got skin cancer, because that sounds way better than talking about Maki.

Why do I hate Maki, you ask?

Well, I think it’d be weirder to NOT hate someone who tried to kill you at least twice.

But I’m getting ahead of myself, Kaito is here.

“What was that supposed to mean back there, about there being no way I’m the father of Maki’s kid?” He asks, a little pissed off.

“A joke. If anyone’s gonna do it, it WOULD be you.” I say, turning to walk away before remembering something.

“Wait. You remember that script I gave you to read while you were in the Exisal, right?” I ask him.

“Yeah?”

“And you read the whole thing, right?” I ask, slightly worried.

“Yeah, I read the whole thing. Why?” Kaito asks, not understanding my plight.

Is this man even sober?

“Obviously, I mean the part about me liking Himiko.” I say to him, before looking around to make sure nobody heard that.

I don’t see anybody, so I look back at Kaito.

“Oh, that? What about it?”

“What do you mean “what about it?”? How did she respond?!”

“Oh. she blushed and kinda froze?”

Kaito says it in such a casual way, but of course he would never understand. I was expecting a reaction, of course, but not that. Maybe I underestimated my own Charisma.

Well, I’m sure if Tenko hears about this, she’ll at least try to hear me out.

I hope.

I move on, not noticing the two people that were literally standing behind me that entire time.

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So here I am, minding my own business, when somebody shows up behind me.

I turn around, and wouldn’t you know it, it’s Tenko.

“Kokichi.” She says simply.

“Hello, Tenko.” I reply.

“Alright, before you try to kill me, I didn’t exactly think you were gonna come back to life, and-” I try to explain.

“Later. I have a different question first.” She stops me.

Oh, she’s not just gonna immediately bodyslam me?

Huh.

“Okay. As long as you don’t bodyslam me.” I relax myself.

“Okay, so you said that I was killed. How did that happen? I was just sitting in the cage like that degenerate told me to.” 

Oh, this is not gonna be fun.

“Well, about that…”

“What?”

“He kinda… tricked you into being murdered.” I try to whisper that last part.

Unfortunately, I suck at whispering.

“What.” She demands.

“Oh, did I say that last part too loud? I didn’t mean to actually say it- Don’t kill him.” I tell her, and she is very clearly affronted that I would assume she’d do such a thing.

“You assume I would do something like that?! Only a Degenerate would!” She retorts.

“Didn’t stop Kaede.” I remind her.

“uh-”

“Or Kirumi.” I reminded her again.

“I-”

“Actually, Korekiyo was the only actual Degenerate in our Killing Game. Besides Miu, obviously” I tell her.

“But what about Kaito?!” she asks me incredulously, like she can’t believe I don’t think my murderer is a degenerate.

“I did literally ask him to murder me, so he’s fine.” I remind her.

And so, with that conversation over, my least favorite conversation begins now.

“Now, about that part where you said you liked Himiko.” She looks at me.

I sweat a lot, because obviously this is where I will die.

“...You’d better not play with her heart.” Tenko says simply, and then walks away.

Uh, what was that?

While I'm trying to figure out what that was, another person comes up to me.

This time it is not a body-slamming she-beast, but instead Chihiro.

“Ah, somebody who is much less likely to kill me. Good morning.” I say nicely, because when talking to people I don’t know very well, I am CIVIL and REASONABLE to them.

Unlike somebody else I know.

Honestly, she fucking chokes me half to death because I “ huwt hew feewings ” and nobody thinks she’s dangerous?

Bitch.

Maybe they were just a bunch of fuckin cowards, like Shuichi .

Oh, don’t even get me STARTED on him! I’m just trying to cope by playing it off, and he’s like “you don’t have friends, you’re a little bitch who’s gonna be alone forever!”

Okay, maybe he didn’t say that exactly, but it sure felt like it.

And let me tell you something else-

“-kichi? Kokichi!” Chihiro brings me back to reality. Oops.

“Oh, sorry. What were you saying?” I ask.

“I was a-asking if this secret I got in my e-envelope is true.” Chihiro says, and hands me the paper.

“Kokichi Ouma is the mastermind of the 53rd Killing Game.”

“Nope. I think i’d know if it was true.” I deny.

“...if y-you say so.” Chihiro says, and leaves.

.

Alright, now as I was saying-

.

Damn, I forgot what I was gonna say.

Eh, I don't care.

I pull out my MonoPhone and use my free Spotify Premium to play one of my very favorite songs.

“♪ You're dead to me… ♪”

“♪ You're dead to me… ♪”

“♪ I don't know what you've been told… ♪”

“♪ See, I am not your enemy. (uh oh) ♪”

“♪ But if there's one thing that I know… ♪”

“♪ Is that you ain't a friend to me (uh oh) ♪”

“♪ So don't come for me unless I send for you. ♪”

“♪ Know you're dead to me (uh, oh) ♪”

“♪ Just don't come for me, I won't send for you. ♪”

“♪ Know you're dead to me. ♪”

“♪ You're dead to me, oh! ♪”

“♪ You're dead to me! ♪”

“♪ You're obsessed, just let me go. ♪”

“♪ You're dead to me! ♪”

“♪ I'm not somebody you know. ♪”

“♪ You're dead to me! ♪”

“♪ Could you just leave me alone? ♪”

“♪ You're dead to me.

“♪ What you say to me? ♪”

“♪ I can't hear a thing. ♪”

“♪ Try to talk some sense to myself, but I won't listen. ♪”

“♪ I'm what God made of me. ♪”

“♪ Don't need to pretend. ♪”

“♪ It's okay to disagree, we don't have to be friends. ♪”

“♪ See, you think you got problems with me? ♪”

“♪ But, baby, I don't even think about you. ♪”

“♪ You're mad at everything I do, ♪”

“♪ But what are you up to? I haven't a clue. ♪”

'“♪ Cause baby, you're dead to me. ♪”

“♪ Why can't I be dead to you? ♪”

“♪ I think that we both know the truth, ♪”

“♪ You're obsessed, just let it go! ♪”

“♪ You're dead to me! ♪”

“♪ You're obsessed, just let me go. ♪”

“♪ You're dead to me! ♪”

“♪ I'm not somebody you know. ♪”

“♪ You're dead to me! ♪”

“♪ Could you just leave me alone? ♪”

“♪ You're dead to me… ♪”

“♪ Why can't you see you're dead to me? ♪”

“♪ Just let it be, you're dead to me… ♪”

“♪ Why can't you see you're dead to me? ♪”

“♪ Just let it be, you're dead to me… ♪”

“♪ You're obsessed, just let it go! ♪”

“♪ You're dead to me! ♪”

“♪ You're obsessed, just let me go. ♪”

“♪ You're dead to me! ♪”

“♪ I'm not somebody you know. ♪”

“♪ You're dead to me! ♪”

“♪ Could you just leave me alone? ♪”

“♪ You're dead to me! ♪”

“♪ You're dead to me! ♪”

Ah, what a nice song.

CHAPTER 1: PART 5 COMPLETE

CHAPTER 1: PART 6 LOADING…

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After that funny little musical number, I remember things.

Like, why the hell is Tenko being a weirdo now?

Well, no need to ask, because your very favorite leader is on the case!

I do have an idea of what it is, but you can never be sure with Tenko.

Now, let’s get on over to wherever she went. She’s either in her dorm room, which is a place I don’t wanna go, or that dojo I found Sakura in.

If I know anything about Tenko, it’s that she enjoys punching stuff really hard, so probably the dojo.

Now, let’s go.

I soon arrive at the dojo, and I hear the tell-tale sound of somebody beating the living shit out of a punching bag.

On second thought, I’d rather go do other things.

Anyway, I should probably just check real quick that this is Tenko and not that Ogami girl or something.

I check and… wouldn’t you know it, it’s not Tenko.

Well, now I HAVE to go to her room.

I’ve never gone to a girl’s room before…

I’m just a little more experienced with the MLM side of things, okay?

…Not like that.

You know what, I’m just gonna ignore you and get to Tenko’s room already.

And soon, I arrive.

Tenko’s room door, of course, has her name on it, so I know it’s hers.

I almost try to yell through the door, but then I remember that the dorms are soundproof.

So, I knock instead.

I know, I know, genius-level comprehension skills, truly.

The door opens.

“Hello..?” Tenko drawls out depressingly from behind the door.

“Hello. I’d like to ask why you’re being a little weirdo.” I say, short and sweet.

“What do you… mean by that?” She opens the door fully and looks at me like I’m clinically insane (I am, but that’s our little secret.)

“Y’know, being depressed instead of beating the living shit out of me for liking Himiko? I’d be less weirded out if you implied I wasn’t worth the effort, but… y’know.”

She’s silent.

“...Mind if we continue this inside? My leg is cramping up.” I say, shaking my leg.

“Not my problem. But fine, I guess I trust you to not be a degenerate.” She says, letting me inside.

And it’s practically a carbon-copy of my room, except she’s got pictures of people.

Well that’s not fair. Why don’t I get pictures of people?

But that’s not what we’re here for, we gotta ask Tenko about the weirdness.

‘Course, I can guess what it’s about.

“So… the ol’ love depression getting to you?” I ask her.

She does not answer.

“Yeah, I get it. Ain’t easy wanting someone you can’t have because one of you is dead.” I pretend to pat her on the back, because she’d bingo-wing me if I made contact with her.

“...I miss her.” She groans.

“...me too.” I sigh, a single tear escaping my eye.

And it only takes that single tear for the waterworks to be unleashed, and Tenko starts crying.

Like, a lot.

“WWWAAAHHHHH!!! I’LL NEVER SEE HER AGAIN!” Tenko screams at the top of her lungs.

Ow, my ears!

But unluckily for me, the dorms are soundproof, so nobody is coming to save me.

“Tenko-”

“I’LL NEVER GET TO HEAR HER VOICE!”

“Tenko, please-”

“I’LL NEVER SEE HER MAGIC TRICKS EVER AGAIN!”

“Tenko-!”

“I’LL NEVER GET TO TELL HER I LOVE HER!”

“TENKO.”

She’s surprised out of her crying stupor from me yelling at her.

“H-huh?!”

“Look… I feel all of that too. But there’s no use crying about it now. All we can do is escape this Killing Game, and hope we see Himiko again.” I tell her.

She stays silent, but I can tell it’s the mild-agreement kind of silence.

The kind where they know you’re right, but don’t really feel like telling you because it’ll probably boost your ego.

“I… guess you’re not wrong. Still, I miss her.”

“You and me both, my freshly-friended femme fatale friend.”

“...what? Too many words.”

Oh yeah, I forgot she’s… let’s say ‘below average intelligence’ and leave it at that.

“Well, anyway. As much as I enjoy this bonding we’re doing, I think it’s nearly night-time, so I’d better get back to my dorm.” I say, getting up to leave.

“W-Wait! Can you… stay? I’m… afraid. I usually wouldn’t ask a male something like this, but I’ve been… reconsidering things.” Tenko asks me.

Wait a second.

Did TENKO CHABASHIRA, the only other girl (besides Maki) who would’ve killed me without question, just ask me to sleep in the same room as her?

Well.

Uh.

What.

I- What do I even say to this? Do I politely decline? What if it’s a test, and if I say yes she guts me like a fish?

I, erm.

I, um.

I, er, uh.

“I… Why exactly are you asking me this anyway? I’m sure Miu would… Actually, I’m definitely a better choice.” I sigh.

“So is that a… Yes?” she asks me.

“I… Sure. I guess that since we’re friends, I can stay here all night.”

“Thanks.” And with that, she’s out.

I'll just… sleep on the floor, I guess?

Yeah, I’m not sleeping on the bed. That’s too risky for me.

CHAPTER 1: PART 6 COMPLETE

CHAPTER 1: PART 7 LOADING…

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“ SNORK, MIMIMIMIMI ”

“ SNORK, MIMIMIMIMI ”

“ SNORK, MIMIMIMIMI ”

“ SNORK, MIMIMIMIMI ”

…huh? I was having a nice dream…

“ SNORK, MIMIMIMIMI ”

Yeah okay, I’m up.

“ SNORK, MIMIMIMIMI ”

Who the fuck snores like that?

Also, where am I?

“ SNORK, MIMIMIMIMI ”

And then, I remember.

“Oh yeah… Wait, I’m not on the floor.”

“ SNORK, MIMIMIMIMI ”

I look around, and wouldn’t you know it, Tenko’s death-gripping me in her sleep.

And she also snores like a cartoon character.

AND I’M IN HER BED.

Yeah, it’s been nice knowing you. (not really, this is kinda a one-sided friendship)

“ SNORK, MIMI -…”

Oh no, she’s waking up.

Quick, fake sleeping!

“Urghh… Wuzzat?” Tenko groans as she wakes up.

Then she probably notices my (supposedly) unconscious body, judging from her next reaction.

“WHAUGHHH!” she screams.

I figure that with her being that loud, it would be the perfect time for me to pretend to get woken up.

“... This isn’t the floor I fell asleep on.” I say.

“I-it’s not?? I… didn’t notice that I’d dragged you into the bed with me.” She stutters.

“Yeah, I didn’t notice either, since I was unconscious.” I bluntly point out.

.

“😅”

“😅”

“So… should we talk about this?” She asks me.

“Let’s do that on the way to breakfast, maybe.”

Damn, I’m hungry.

Did I even eat yesterday?

Well anyway, that doesn’t matter.

What does matter is that me and Tenko talked it out, and we have managed to remain as friends.

This is good, as I may need to scare people into not killing each other, and having Tenko to help me would be preferable.

But anyway, we finally arrive at Breakfast, but Teruteru’s talking to other people, so I don’t get my food yet.

“Don’t worry, Friend Kokichi! Friend Teruteru will make breakfast soon.” Gonta assures me.

“What are you, some kid whose parents starved him? Grow the fuck up.” Miu rudely butts in.

Of course, I don’t bother answering that question, because I don’t feel like lying right now.

“...huh. Hey Kokichi, is it just me or is someone… missing?” Kaito asks me.

“Someone missing?” I repeat.

I look around the room and sure enough, Junko isn’t here. Weird…

“Huh. you’re right, Junko’s not here.” I tell him.

Teruteru seems to be heading toward the kitchen now. I’m feeling too hungry to go find her, so I’ll wait until I eat.

“So anyway, Wanna hear about this new inven-” Miu starts, but gets cut off my Teruteru screaming and falling on his back, pushing himself away from the kitchen door.

So, being relatively close to the door, I get up and run over there.

“T-Teruteru? What’s w-wrong?” Mikan asks, also running up to Teruteru from the other side of the room.

“I-I…” Teruteru stutters out as he points at the doorway with his now-pale hand.

“...Damn it.” I say, before going over to the doorway.

I knew who i’d see, but I wasn’t expecting WHAT happened to her.

The mangled body of Junko Enoshima, The Ultimate Despair.

CHAPTER 1: PART 7 COMPLETE

CHAPTER 1: INVESTIGATION LOADING…

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Jesus Christ.

Why would someone do this?

I mean, there’s a knife embedded into her fucking face for no reason, she’s sawed into multiple pieces-

DING DONG, BING BONG

“A Body has been Discovered! After a certain amount of time, which you may use however you like, the Class Trial will begin!”

BING BONG, DING DONG

“Y-you mean she’s really…?” Mikan cowers behind me, clearly not wanting to see the body.

“I’m afraid so.” I tell her, and then pull out my MonoPhone to check the Monokuma File.

Victim: Junko Enoshima

Time of Death: 2:38 AM

Cause of Death: Blood Loss/Decapitation

Huh. That's an odd time to be walking around.

Well, I suppose I’d better investigate the body.

…Why do I have to be the protag?

“Mikan, you might wanna not be here for this.” I whisper to her, gently nudging at her cowering form behind me.

“Y-yeah, I guess not…” She says, and starts to leave.

“Oh, but wait! Before you go… did you happen to notice anything strange after midnight?” I ask.

“W-Well, I had been walking to the Nurse’s office t-to replace the b-bandages on my legs, and… I r-ran into Mukuro.” She tells me, and slinks away.

Mukuro, huh? Well, she certainly could have…

But she could’ve been out for any reason. We need hard evidence.

I go to investigate the body.

Knife embedded into head… Blood-covered Bone Saw discarded next to the victim… Body sawed apart…

Well, not much here that wasn’t already covered in the file.

Well, there are these bloody footprints leading over here…

Following them, I find bloodied-up black shoes.

However, there’s nothing really distinct about them, they’re just normal shoes.

But this is still valuable.

Now, to ask around for more clues.

I go to Miu first, since she’s really smart, and she tried to kill me that one time, so she knows a little something about murder plots.

“Ey Miu, did you notice anything weird last night?” I ask her.

“Nah, I was too busy fondling these massive boobs all night!” She yellss, drooling for some fucking reason. Safe to say she didn’t do it.

“... Why do I ever think you’ll be normal?” I ask rhetorically, and then walk away.

I move on to Gonta, who looks pretty bummed out that another killing has happened.

“So, Gonta. Did you notice anything out of the ordinary last night?” I ask him.

“Sorry, Friend Kokichi. Gonta was asleep all night.” He answers sadly.

“Alright.” I say, and continue onward.

Well, who do I ask now? The ones from her own game don’t like her, so it could’ve been any of them.

I don’t need to ask Tenko, since… y'know.

Well, I’m bound to get more alibis during the trial anyway.

Still, having that information beforehand would be useful.

I guess I’ll ask just one more person, since I probably don’t have much time left before the investigation ends.

“Hey Nagito, you hear anything weird last night?” I ask him.

“Well, I did happen to run into Sayaka while I was walking around last night…” He says simply and then just walks away.

Well, Monokuma hasn’t called us to the trial room yet, maybe I can-

DING DONG, BING BONG

“Well, you know what time it is! Make your way to the Elevator, and you’ll be taken to the Trial Room!”

BING BONG, DING DONG

…I should’ve known that would happen.

Well, I’d better get used to the universe conspiring against me.

Well anyway, I make my way to the Elevator, and as everyone arrives, the Elevator starts up and brings us far below the surface.

It’ll be my first time actually trying to solve the mystery, won’t it?

Funny, I feel incomprehensible dread at that realization.

I guess I just can’t catch a break, huh?

CHAPTER 1: INVESTIGATION COMPLETE

CHAPTER 1: TRIAL PART 1 LOADING…

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The Elevator stops and the doors open, showing the exact trial room I remember.

Thought I’d escaped this place after my… tragic sacrifice, but I guess every sexy bitch needs trauma :)

“Well, hellloooooooooooo Students!” Monokuma obnoxiously yells as he straight-up materializes in his huge throne.

This almost makes me wish I was murder victim 1.

Almost.

“Now, I’d normally say this place needs no introduction! However, it has come to my attention that some of you were eliminated before you got to have a Class Trial, so I guess I’ll explain just this once!” He begins.

No, I definitely wish I was murder victim 1.

“Now then, let's begin with a simple explanation of the Class Trial! During the Class Trial, you will present your arguments for who the killer is, and vote for whodunnit! If you vote correctly, only the Blackened will receive punishment! But if you pick the wrong person... I'll punish everyone besides the Blackened, and that person will earn the right to leave this island!” Monokuma explains, and Sayaka, apparently the only first-victim in this whole batch, goes pale in terror.

Mukuro decides to speak first.

“Okay… Let’s start with a basic rundown of the body.”

“Right. Okay, so the victim was dismembered in various places along the body, along with getting a knife embedded into their face.” I begin with a toned-down explanation of what the fuck I looked at, without the uncomfortable amount of gore obviously.

“Well damn, never thought somebody’d get THIS into their creepy fetish!” Miu yells while making lewd gestures with her hands.

“Miu, Please.” I beg as everyone not from our game looks at her like she’s insane.

“What? I’m just spicing up the trial a little! 😘” Miu taunts back at me.

“But that what you did in other Killing Game. Doesn’t Friend Miu think she should try other roles?” Gonta asks.

“Fine… I’ll stop. Maybe.” Miu agrees(?) with Gonta.

“Right… as I was saying, The Bone Saw found next to the body is definitely why the body was dismembered. There’s also a knife stabbed into the forehead, just above the right eye.” I recount.

“A knife? But why?” Sakura wonders.

“Does it really have something to do with the murder?” Kaito asks.

That… is actually a good question.

Is it actually involved in the murder?

“Good question, Kaito.” I congratulate him without thinking.

And then I feel multiple sets of eyes on me.

“Did YOU just tell Space Cock that his idea was… good?” Miu asks incredulously, as if I’m incapable of thinking Kaito isn’t an idiot all the time.

He is an idiot all the time, but not the point.;

“That’s off topic. AS I WAS SAYING, that is a good question; Is the knife actually involved in the murder, or was it added on to screw with us and/or desecrate Junko’s body?” I bring this question to attention.

“Well, it’s certainly a plausible theory…” Korekiyo states.

“Well, I think it coulda been…” Teruteru says.

“Gonta don’t know… Gonta thinks it not.” Gonta says.

But that knife doesn’t matter for now though, we need Alibis first.

“We’ll worry about the knife later.” I stop the arguing.

“Hey, Cockitchy’s right! We gotta find out where all you limp-dicks were at the time of the murder!” Miu points out for me.

And she’s helpful, really, but.

“Miu, please.”

“Yeah yeah, what-fucking-ever.”

“...So yeah, alibis, anyone?” I ask.

“Well, I happened to have been sleeping soundly in my dorm room.” Bondage Fre- I mean, Korekiyo says.

And lucky us, he’s telling the truth.

Yippee! 🥳👍

“Gonta was sleeping too.” Gonta.

Truth.

“I-I wasn’t sleeping, per say, b-but I didn’t leave my room..”  Mikan.

Truth.

“You better believe I went to bed early! Astronauts need to be well-rested!” Kaito.

Truth.

“I was out to train in the Dojo, but I went back to my room before 10 PM.” Sakura.

Truth.

“I did not leave my room.” Mukuro.

Lie 🙂

“I went to the kitchen for a glass of water at 2 AM, but I wasn’t out that long.” Sayaka.

…

Lie.

Her tell is hard to see, but her left eyebrow quivered just slightly as she said it.

“I was on my laptop all night…” Chihiro.

Truth.

“Ah was asleep as well.” Teruteru.

Truth.

“Ibuki was jamming out until she fell asleep!” Ibuki.

Truth.

“I was thinking about how Despairful this situation is… And yet it fills my heart with such Hope…!” Nagito.

Truth.

Also, ew.

“I know who did it.” Celestia.

…

…

I.

Can’t tell if she’s lying.

It’s impossible to know who the culprit is at this stage, but she doesn't seem to be lying.

She’s…

Unreadable .

CHAPTER 1: TRIAL PART 1 COMPLETE

CHAPTER 1: TRIAL PART 2 LOADING…

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Of course, while I’m having an existential crisis about not being able to read through a gambler’s Poker Face, the crowd goes wild!

“You what?!”

“Gonta don’t believe it!”

“The fuck?”

“I spoke clearly. I know the murderer of Junko Enoshima.” Celestia speaks again, voice steady. 

But don’t even worry, because even if I can’t tell for sure that she’s lying, I have one other way to figure it out.

“Is that so? Then explain.” I tell her.

“I will. You see, the culprit of this case is Sayaka Maizono.” She declares.

“What?! No I’m not!” Sayaka deflects.

“I asked for an explanation, not a culprit reveal. Stick to the script, Lady Gaga.” I demand.

Weird, she almost looks offended that I called her that.

“Fine, since you insist on actual evidence, I’ll give you everything you need.”

— (Just to be clear, we’re switching to Celestia’s POV because she’s telling this story)

I had woken up late at night.

I was going to go to the kitchen, due to the hunger that had woken me up, but before I went in I saw Sayaka go in.

I heard a scuffle from within, so I looked inside to see Sayaka cutting up Junko’s body! Oh, the horror.

She was standing in a large pool of blood, but quite luckily for her, her shoes were completely clean .

I hid as she exited, and went back to my room.

—(Okay, back to Kokichi now. (Don’t worry, I know you missed him))

“I see.” I say, absorbing this information.

And then I remember one very important thing.

“Say, Celestia… What color are Sayaka’s shoes?” I ask her.

“Do you mean to insult me?” She asks, looking calm despite the aggression in her tone.

“Just tell me.”

“Very well. They’re Brown , aren’t they?” She answers.

Well, everyone, isn’t this just interesting.

Well, you all know what time it is.

*clears throat*

“ NO, THAT’S WRONG! ” I yell, startling everyone in the room.

“I mean, yes, Sayaka’s shoes are Brown, but these shoes I found at the crime scene, covered in blood no less, are Black .” I say, looking at her smugly.

“I… see. But how do you know that she didn’t simply wear another pair of shoes?” Celestia argues back.

Clearly, she’s forgotten another part of her little story.

“ AND FURTHERMORE! ” I yell again, startling everyone again.

“Your story said that her shoes were completely clean , but these shoes are Covered in Blood and I was led to them by Bloody Footprints .” I say, looking even more smug.

“I… if you’re so smart, then who IS the culprit?” She asks defensively, clearly running out of arguments.

“Well, you tell me. Who, out of all of us, wears Black Shoes?” I ask her.

“Well, besides Mukuro… You do.” Celesia says to me, a jolly twinkle in her eye.

As if she’s winning or something.

But I look at my shoes, and wouldn’t you know it.

“Actually, as a matter of fact… you haven’t told us where YOU were during the time of the murder.” She continues.

Alright guys, I know this looks like a lost cause, but I got a plan.

“I fell asleep on the dorm room floor.” I tell her.

“...”

“I was a lil’ bit sleepy-weepy :)”

“...Do you expect me to believe that?” She asks me.

“You should, because I’m not lying.” I say.

Luckily, I think she buys it.

“So yeah, that’s why Mukuro is the only suspect👍” I tell her.

“What? But she wouldn’t do that, they’re sisters!” Sayaka tries to tell me.

“And? That doesn’t change how she’s literally the only person who COULD have managed to outskill a former Mastermind, much less one who supposedly survived like 4 executions in a row.” I berate Sayaka for trying to bring feelings into this.

“B…but-”

“Sayaka Maizono, I must ask that you cease this conversation, as it will not go anywhere. I understand that you do not wish to view people as murderers without proper reason, but the truth is that Mukuro is, again, literally the only person who could have done this within these specific circumstances.” I tell Sayaka, shutting her up for good.

“...Now, anybody else care to tell me I'm wrong? :)” I ask everyone.

Nobody speaks.

Maybe they’re a little bit scared of me?

…Nah, I’m way too cute for that to be true.

Then, you’ll never guess what happens!

“...You’re forgetting something.” Mukuro says.

“What specifically? I can’t work under such vague sentences, that’s not how I roll around here.” I tell her.

“You haven’t explained the entire crime without saying the culprit’s name, followed by you dramatically telling everyone I did it.” She says.

“Damn, you’re right! Lemme get on that.”

—

This crime starts yesterday evening.

After Tenko’s animalistic rage in the gym - which I stopped, you’re welcome ;) - The Culprit was already preparing the murder.

The Culprit grabbed a Bone Saw, no doubt from some tool shed somewhere.

And then, they waited outside the Victim’s door to follow them to the area of the murder.

And waited.

And waited.

And waited.

And waited.

And waited.

Point is, it was a lot of waiting.

But that waiting paid off when Junko walked to the kitchen to get a midnight snack, or something.

The Culprit followed, and silently pulled a kitchen knife off of the wall.

Then - WHAMMO!

They caught onto Junko’s leg and sawed it off at the knee.

Junko probably tried to get away, but the Bone Saw’s next spot was her other leg’s knee.

And then her arm’s elbow, and somewhere on her other arm’s upper arm.

Then her neck, finally killing her.

And then, for good measure, The Culprit stabbed Junko’s disembodied head with a kitchen knife, just to keep ‘em guessing.

Blood had gotten all over the Culprit’s shoes, so they took them off and hid them under the sink, then slunk back to their room.

That is what happened,-

—

“-Right, Mukuro Ikusaba , Ultimate Soldier ?” I ask, finishing off the story.

CHAPTER 1: TRIAL PART 2 COMPLETE

CHAPTER 1: EXECUTION LOADING…

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“...Yeah, that’s about it.” She agrees.

“Really? Wow, I am GREAT at this protagonist thing.” I congratulate myself.

“Not the time, abortion!” Miu insults me.

“B-But Mukuro, why? You were sisters!” Sayaka asks her, seeming a little bit angry.

Personally, if it were me, I’d be antagonizing her way harder than this.

But, y’know, I already tried my luck at that last time and… you know how that went.

“...Sayaka, you shouldn’t expect things like that to stop anyone.” Mukuro says simply.

“UPUPUPUPU! Well, if we’re all done wasting precious-” Monokuma starts.

“AHH! …I forgot you were there.” I scream.

“...-if we’re all done wasting precious time, it’s time to vote for who-dunnit!” Monokuma says, and then the voting options appear.

And yadda-yadda, a slot machine with our faces lands on Mukuro.

“Correct! You fellas solved that one pretty quick for a bunch of losers… :)” Monokuma snarks at us.

“Now, if there’s no more interruptions…”

“ IT’S PUNISHMENT TIME! ”

— (switching to 3rd-person just for the execution)

Like all First Executions in the games, this one begins with a collar showing up and dragging Mukuro somewhere by her neck.

She gets dragged into an ACTIVE WARZONE (AM I READING THIS SCRIPT RIGHT???) and then, title card!

TRENCH WARFARE

Ultimate Soldier’s Execution

So Mukuro’s getting shot at from all sides, but she finds a lil safe space.

And good news, in that safe space is a gun.

So she grabs that gun, and she starts fucking shooting. I mean like, it’s a real massacre out there, she’s shooting these things down before they have the chance to even pull the trigger on her.

She’s running across the landscape, shooting everything that moves.

Bodies are leaking fake blood, their guns lay unused.

And then, one gets up and shoots Mukuro, since it was only pretending to die.

It shoots multiple magazines into her fucking face, leaving her riddled with bullet holes.

—(back to Kokichi)

Wow.

That…

That was something.

…Well, as a leader, I should probably make sure the crew’s doing okay.

Okay, so Korekiyo doesn’t care at all.

Gonta’s pretty bummed out (an understatement on my part, you understand).

Miu’s trying not to try because it’ll make her look like a bitch.

Tenko’s also pretty sad, but probably only because Mukuro wasn’t a degenerate or whatever.

Kaito looks like he’s gonna barf.

Alright, that’s the crew.

Now for the rest of them.

Celestia and Nagito don’t really seem to care all that much.

Sakura seems minorly disturbed, but she’s hiding it from the others to be strong for them.

Mikan, Chihiro, and Sayaka are all crying.

Ibuki is so bummed out that her horn-things are drooping.

And I don’t care about Teruteru.

“...Okay… So-”

“What are you all still doing there?! Get outta here!” Monokuma yells at us, so we leave.

The elevator lets us out back at ground level, and we make our way to our dorms silently.

Nobody really wants to talk right now.

For the first time in 2 days, I finally enter my dorm and get into my bed.

As I drift off to sleep, I can’t help but feel like I’ve failed Junko.

I said I wouldn’t let any of this happen again…

CHAPTER 1: EXECUTION + BONUS EPILOGUE COMPLETE

CHAPTER 2: DAILY LIFE PART 1 LOADING…

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“SHUT THE FUCK UP!”

And, I awake.

God, even in my subconscious, I can’t escape her stupid fucking catchphrase.

I mean, I know she was forced into being an assassin to protect those orphan children, but considering that, you’d think she’d be more tolerable with annoying people.

So either she’s a liar or just an asshole.

But I don’t got time to worry about that, I gotta get to Breakfast.

So I do, and when I get there, the whole gang (minus 2, obviously) are there.

I sit down, and everybody seems… less sad than I thought they’d be?

I mean, obviously I'm not sad at all because I despise all murderers, but I figured they’d all be a bit more disturbed.

“What’s up with you guys? Why aren’t you less happy after yesterday?” I ask them.

“You expectin’ me to be all down in the dumps just because those bitches are gone?” She asks me, as if I didn’t see her nearly cry yesterday.

“...Right. And what about the rest of you? I know Korekiyo doesn’t give a shit, but you guys are incapable of apathy.” I ask them.

“Friend Kaito said that Gonta shouldn’t cry because friends wouldn’t want Gonta to cry.” Gonta answers me.

Well, that explains both of them, but…

“And you? Not despairing over an ‘innocent’ girl being murdered or something?”

“Tenko is not sad.” Tenko blatantly lies to my face, her entire face sweating profusely.

It’s such an obvious tell that everybody immediately notices it.

“Friend Tenko! It not good to pretend you not sad.”

“Come on, Chabashira! We’re not gonna judge you or anything!”

“Don’t worry pussylicker, I’m only gonna make fun of you for it- Ow, don’t hit me abortion!”

“It is only human nature to express sadness, Chabashira.”

And just like that, she immediately bursts into tears.

We are all soaked in tears, and the rest of the people come over to comfort Tenko.

“...I have to do something.” I get up and walk out of the cafeteria.

“Kokichi?” Kaito tries to get up and go after me.

“It’s fine, it won’t take long. Save me some breakfast, I’ll be back in like 6 minutes. Maybe.” And I walk out before he can say anything.

And before you know it, I’m in front of Mukuro’s room, the engraving of her face on the nameplate staring back at me.

“Alright. I don’t really have anything to say to you , really, but there’s no pictures of Maki around here, so I’ll have to use your image as a medium. Hope you don’t mind.” I say to it.

It does not respond.

“Okay, here we go… Maki, you’re a bitch.”

.

“No, I’m not being immature. If anything, you’re the immature one.”

.

“Don’t play dumb with me! Maybe Shuichi didn’t give a shit when you choke-holded me in front of everyone, but I bet a few others felt the same way I do.”

.

“Hell, I bet Kaito would’ve said something if he wasn’t afraid you’d kill him.”

.

“Don’t use Kaito’s words against me. He says shit like that to everyone, he doesn’t think of you like that.”

.

“Oh yeah? Well, if our game ended up being some weird virtual reality thing, I hope you never actually existed!”

.

“Yeah, chew on that. Anyway, I guess i’m done talking to you now.”

And so, I make my way back to breakfast.

Y’know, that was oddly therapeutic.

“Alright, what did I miss?” I ask as I sit back down in my chair.

“Nothing much abortion, just Ladykiller here bawling her balls off!” Miu laughs to herself.

“...Don’t quit your day job, Miu.” I advise her.

“What.”

“Anyway, what we got for breakfast?” I ignore her.

“Soup, for some reason.” Kaito tells me.

Wow, brings back memories.

“Okay… Oh, before I forget. If I bite down on anything crunchy and that happens again, take this and use it on Teruteru.” I then hand Miu a fucking switchblade.

“What the fuck?!” She exclaims, which is a reasonable reaction to being given a switchblade.

“I’m in a killing game, I’d be stupid not to carry a weapon to protect myself. Now come on, I'm trusting you here, gutterfucker.” I say.

“F-Fine!” Miu agrees, still probably scared I just had a switchblade.

Everyone else is also reasonably afraid, and totally judging me.

“What? You guys could handle Maki being an assassin, but not me defending myself?” I ask pointedly.

And they all know I’m right, so they immediately stop judging me (visually, at least).

“Now, the moment of truth.”

I put the soup in my mouth and…

No crunch.

“Good. I almost regretted telling you to shank that guy.” I say, taking my knife back and putting it in my pocket.

“Right…” She says, not convinced at all.

Which is correct of her, because I’d never regret telling people what to do.

Now, onto business.

“Now, how do we make people stop being sad, and also stop this from happening a second time?” I ask the group.

“We could… violently threaten them with violence?” Tenko suggests, her eyes puffy. She probably wouldn’t want me to point it out though, so I don’t.

“It’s like you read my mind… I need more people like you around here.” I am overcome by emotion at this display of true bonding, and I let out a single tear.

“Gonta doesn’t want Friend Kokichi and Friend Tenko to scare everyone!” Gonta says concerned, either for us or for everyone else.

“Well, it’s the best idea we’ve got, And I like it.” I tell Gonta.

He looks at me, very sad.

No, I can’t let this work on me!

“…But since you’re so concerned, anybody else got an idea they think is better?” I ask.

“Maybe not something that involves scare tactics, you damn cumstain.” Miu snarks at me.

“You’re not my mom, you can’t call me that!” I say.

.

“What?” She asks.

“I didn’t say anything.” I deny.

“...Anyway, pipe down unless you got a plan. Anybody ELSE feel like testing me today?” I ask my amazing friends.

“No thanks.”
“I can’t say that I do.”

“Nah man, I’m good.”

“Gonta think not.”

“Good. Now, back to the ideas.”

CHAPTER 2: DAILY LIFE PART 1 COMPLETE

CHAPTER 2: DAILY LIFE PART 2 LOADING…

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“...A-And then we pull out the b-bats and- *crack!* Y-Y’know?” Mikan finishes off the most downright devious, astronomically atrocious, fantastically fucked-up, ungodfully unethical plan I’ve ever heard in my life.

She came over to the table when she heard we were coming up with plans to make the murder stop, since apparently she had a major thing for Junko, but then she started spouting the most in-depth torture in existence.

Not that I’m complaining though, it’ll get the message across better than anything else.

“Alright, good work Mikan! Loving the enthusiasm here.” I compliment her plan, looking around at the various pale faces around us.

“T-Thank you.” She looks away, embarrassed.

“Well everyone, personally I think that might be my favorite so far. Especially the part with the starving rats in the bottle…” I trail off, going through the absolutely beautiful plan once more.

“U-uh, Friend Kokichi… Gonta is scared…” Gonta says to me, very clearly on the verge of tears.

Miu is currently convulsing on the floor. Still, I can’t tell if it's fear or intense pleasure…

Well, you never know with her.

Tenko is pretty scared too, but the plan is so complicated that she can’t really comprehend most of it, so she’s fine.

Korekiyo is chilling. I guess a weirdo like him is used to thinking up stuff like that.

Now, Kaito… Yeah, it’s getting pretty rough for him. He looks like he’s seen a ghost, except even worse somehow.

“Don’t worry Gonta, it’s not like we’re gonna do it to everyone. Just one guy, as an example!” I reassure him, but somehow I think it’s not working.

“Now! I must be off, I have quite a bit of business today.” I say, and then leave.

And where do I go?

To gamble, of course.

So I show up at the MonoMono Machine, and you better believe I pull out a Monocoin.

And what do I get?

The 3-Hit-KO Sandbag, of course.

I’d definitely enjoy punching this thing, but I can think of someone who’d enjoy it a whole lot more.

And so, I put it in my pocket (don’t you dare ask how) and I am off on my quest.

I, obviously, go to the dojo first.

And you’ll never believe who’s there.

It’s Tenko!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“Hey Tenko, check out this thing!” I say, and then pull out the entire Sandbag.

“... What?! Tenko thought Himiko was the ultimate mage!” Tenko says, very shocked.

She’d be more surprised if she knew this thing weighs 63.5 kilograms.😉

(that’s 140 pounds for all my American fans, I see you😘)

“That doesn’t matter! I’m giving it to you as a gift… alsocanyouteachmeneoaikido?” I add in that last part.

“This is… Thank you, Kokichi! The last person to get me such a nice gift was Shuichi!” Tenko says happily.

“Right…” I say, because what else am I supposed to say when people bring up my ex who shattered my little heart into pieces?

“But, no matter how amazing this gift is… I am not going to teach you Neo-Aikido.” Tenko denies my request.

“But why? I promise I won’t hurt anyone! …ᵗᵒᵒ ᵇᵃᵈˡʸ...” I say quietly, but she still hears it.

“Come on. Even if I don’t consider you a Degenerate Male at this point, I know exactly what you’re going to use it for! It’s just not the Neo-Aikido way!” She replies, acting as if I haven’t seen her throw people across the room at least 5 times.

“But I really wannnaaaaaaaaa! Please?”

“No.”

“𝓟𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓽𝔂 𝓟𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮?”

“...No.”

“✨𝓢𝓾𝓹𝓮𝓻✨𝓔𝔁𝓽𝓻𝓪✨𝓦𝓲𝓽𝓱✨𝓢𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓴𝓵𝓮𝓼✨𝓞𝓷✨𝓣𝓸𝓹✨𝓓𝓸𝓾𝓫𝓵𝓮-𝓓𝓮𝓬𝓴𝓮𝓻✨𝓤𝓵𝓽𝓻𝓪✨𝓓𝓮𝓵𝓾𝔁𝓮✨𝓑𝓪𝓷𝓪𝓷𝓪✨𝓢𝓹𝓵𝓲𝓽✨ 𝓟𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮?”

“...How are you pronouncing those sounds with your mouth-?”

“✨𝓕𝓲𝓮𝓵𝓭✨𝓣𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓷𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽✨𝓢𝓽𝔂𝓵𝓮✨𝓤𝓹✨𝓪𝓷𝓭✨𝓓𝓸𝔀𝓷✨𝓞𝓷✨𝓣𝓱𝓮✨𝓖𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭✨𝓜𝓪𝓷𝓳𝓪✨𝓕𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓳𝓪✨𝓑𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓳𝓪✨𝓑𝓪𝓷𝓳𝓪✨𝓘𝓼𝓱𝓴𝓪✨𝓑𝓲𝓫𝓫𝓵𝓮✨𝓑𝓪𝓫𝓫𝓵𝓮✨𝓕𝓵𝓪𝓫𝓫𝓵𝓮✨𝓓𝓸𝓶𝓪✨𝓡𝓸𝓶𝓪✨𝓕𝓵𝓸𝓶𝓪✨𝓑𝓸𝓶𝓪✨𝓙𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓵𝓮✨𝓙𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓵𝓮✨𝓔𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂✨𝓐𝓷𝓰𝓵𝓮✨𝓑𝓻𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓪✨𝓑𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓴𝓪✨𝓕𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓴𝓪✨𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓬𝓴𝓪✨𝓣𝔀𝓸✨𝓣𝓸𝓷✨𝓡𝓮𝓻𝓾𝓷✨𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓮✨𝓯𝓸𝓻✨𝓐𝓵𝓵✨𝓑𝓲𝓰✨𝓑𝓪𝓵𝓵✨ 𝓟𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮?”

“...urgh… Fine! But only so that you stop.” Tenko says, finally giving in.

“YAYYYYYYY!” I scream in righteous triumph.

“Urgh, I’m gonna regret this… Okay, let’s start with some very easy exercise.” Tenko instructs me.

“Okie-Dokie!” I reply.

—(like 5 minutes later)

I’m gonna fucking die.

“Oh? Are you giving up, Kokichi? I thought you Wanted this?” Tenko teases me.

“Shut up, don’t judge me for this…” I tiredly lay in a small puddle of my own sweat.

I’d take off my very unbreathable straitjacket-looking overcoat right now, but I'm not wearing a shirt under it…

And if I get all shirtless, Tenko’s gonna punt me into the wall! 😰

“You’re lucky you could snap me like a twig, or else I’d ruin your life with a single sentence…” I wheeze out.

“Tenko would like to see you try, beansprout.” She taunts me.

“Why should I? You’re way too easy to get mad.” I taunt her.

“*growls* you better not be disrespecting the girl teaching you Neo-Aikido.” She says.

“*smirks* and what if I am?” I dare to taunt her once more.

“*mad* YOU DISOBEY ME!”

“*crying* NO, I DID NOT! I’M SO SORRY!”

“...*eyes turn red*”

“AAAAAAA-”

— (1 hour later)

“-and then you shift your body weight to your other foot, and pull over your shoulder as hard as you can.” Tenko instructs me as she violently bodyslams a mannequin.

“Okay.” I say as she puts the mannequin right in front of me.

“Alright Kokichi, just remember the steps…” I whisper to myself before beginning.

• Lock arm with subject

I keep a firm grip on the mannequin’s arm with my elbow.

• Pull towards your body and focus your body weight on the side facing the subject.

I pull the mannequin towards me, adjusting my stance to focus my weight on my left leg.

• Shift your body weight to the side opposite of the subject, and pull over-shoulder.

I pull as hard as I can, and just barely manage to swing it over my shoulder, slamming it on the ground.

“Very good first try, Kokichi!” Tenko congratulates me.

“Thanks-” I begin.

“Now do it again.”

“...what?”

“Keep doing it until I see some improvement!”

This is my grave…

CHAPTER 2: DAILY LIFE PART 2 COMPLETE

CHAPTER 2: DAILY LIFE PART 3 LOADING

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(Many, MANY hours later)

“I’m gonna… fucking… die…” I cough out, sweating on the floor.

“Oh, don’t be so dramatic! You would’ve died hours ago if it was gonna kill you.” Tenko supplies oh-so-helpfully.

“Wow, thanks 😐.” I thank her very enthusiastically 🙂.

“...You’re welcome. Now, how do you feel?” She asks me.

“Like I’m gonn-” I get cut off.

“Besides that.” She glares at me.

.

“...Besides that, I do feel stronger. Somehow.” I say.

But how do I feel stronger after just one session of training?

I mean, I know this is probably a simulation of some kind, but why are they just upping my gains like this?

How suspiciously Suspicious…

“That’s the power of Neo-Aikido!” Tenko says excitedly.

“I guess it is. Anyway, I gotta go. Gotta make sure nobody’s getting murdered, so yeah.” I say, and then I leave.

And so, I begin a trek around the entire building.

“Hey! Abortion!”

Why does god hate me?

“Fuck were you doing with CuntPuncher in there? I bet you and her-” Miu tries to speak.

Of course, being so benevolent and merciful, I immediately walk away and ignore her.

“H-Huh?! Come Back!” She wails, switching to her true personality of an overly anxious virgin.

“Fine. What do you want?” I ask her.

“Well, since I’m so nice and shit, I was thinking-” She begins.

“No.” I cut her off.

“W-Wha? But I didn’t even finish my sentence!” She cries.

“And yet I know for a fact that it was gonna end up with you flaunting those WEAPONS.” I say.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” She asks, so confused despite being a genius.

“You’ll figure it out, genius. Besides, don’t you have better things to do than seduce me?” I ask.

“Like what?” She asks, like that’s not obvious.

“Doing anything with your genius-level intellect, maybe? Really anything except flaunting your boobs like you’re not 100% a virgin?” I offer.

“I-I’m not a virgin!” She yells at me, but I know.

Believe me, it’s obvious.

“Look, POINT IS, you’re more than that. You’ve got your ‘gorgeous girl genius’ brain, so USE IT.” I explain to her, and she finally seems to get it.

“Well, damn! Guess you’re smarter than I give you credit for, Cuckichi.” a painfully sexual nickname, but from her it means a lot.

“Yeah okay. Bye.” And then I leave.

And so, I venture far and wide.

So far and wide, in fact, that I actually don’t go far and wide at all because I am stuck in this building.

I surprisingly don’t run into anyone, so I’m just wandering.

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Wow, this walk is really boring.

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Usually, someone would show up by no-

“Hey, sidekick!”

Finally, somebody to talk to.

“Hey, Kaito. What’s going on with you?” I ask him.

“Well, y’know… I’m really trying to keep my mind off of… well, trying being the key word.” He says, but also doesn’t really tell me anything.

I do get it though.

“Yeah, I’m picking up what you’re putting down. Catchin’ what you’re Throwin’. Reading between the lines, even.” I begin to trail off.

“Oookay, calm down with the metaphors, Kokichi.” Kaito calms me down.

“Right. Anyway, I get it. Nobody really wants to think about it, but-” But I don’t get to finish my sentence, because I am knocked out from behind.

And so, I drift off into unconsciousness.

CHAPTER 2: DAILY LIFE PART 3 COMPLETE

CHAPTER 2: DAILY LIFE PART 4 LOADING…

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“...Huh? Where the fuck am I?”

And so, I awaken.

“Uh…” Kaito.

“Kaito, did you kidnap me??? Are we in a fucking theater?” I ask him, genuinely confused on what the fuck is going on here.

“So, don’t take this the wrong way, but… We had an idea on a fun little thing, and we knew you would NOT agree to it, so we… tied you up so that you can’t stop us?” Kaito explains to me.

Wow, I’m really feeling the power of friendship today.

“What is the thing?” I ask, because I at least deserve to know what prompted me getting tied up.

“It’s… a talent show.” He says.

“...Yeah you’re right, I don’t agree with that. Don’t you remember what happened the LAST time one of us showed off their Talent?” I ask, alluding to that damned magic show.

“I- Of course I do! But some people seem really bummed out, so I just want to let them have some fun, take their minds off of it. Y’know?” Kaito says, possibly the most emotionally mature thing to ever come out of his mouth.

“...Do you know who else wants to let people have some fun and take their minds off of it?” I ask cryptically.

“No? Who is it?” Short pause for a gasp. “Is it You ?” Kaito asks happily.

“ MY MOM! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” I laugh loudly after successfully pulling off a ‘My Mom’ joke.

“...Right. As funny as that was, we’re still doing this.” Kaito says firmly, leaving no room for arguing.

“Fine, but you better not make me watch. Not my problem.” I say simply.

“...No,  you’re gonna watch. Actually, you should be a judge for the talent show!” Kaito suggests happily.

“No.” I say immediately.

“I wasn’t asking, sidekick.” Kaito smirks at me.

Aww…

“Aww…” I sigh sadly.

“Yeah, yeah. Now, let’s get you to your chair.” He says to me, and then carries me under his arm to a shitty folding chair.

“Yeah, I'm not gonna sit in that. Go find me a better one.” I demand.

“Geez, fine! I guess that since we kidnapped you, I can at least give you that.”

And so Kaito puts me back on the ground, leaving to go find a better chair.

A perfect time for my escape!

I pull a nail file out of my sleeve and begin eagerly rubbing at the ropes.

Rub.

Rub.

Rub.

Rub.

Rub.

Rub.

…

…

…

This is taking longer than I thought it would.

I need to get through these ropes before-

“Hey buddy, I got you this nice fake throne, if that’ll make you feel- why do you have a nail file.” He asks me in the middle of his sentence.

“To file my nails, duh.” I answer.

“And HOW do you have a nail file?” He asks, genuinely confused.

“Ah, a good question. You see, I decided that it would be best to have it on-hand in case the need arose.  But hey, looks like it’s helpful for more than nail-filing.” I say simply.

“A-And where did you get it??” He is just so confused right now, guys.

“My sleeve. Now come on, get me in that chair already.” I demand.

I- Okay…” He resigns to give up on ever understanding me, and gets me on that throne.

“Yay.” I say.

Wait a second.

“Hold on, I could just command you to let me out.” I remember.

“Don’t do that, please.” Kaito tells me.

Cue throat clearing.

“ Let me o -”

And then you’re not gonna fucking believe what happens next.

Somebody puts duct tape over my mouth!

“[Oh Come on!]” I muffle through the duct tape.

“I thought you’d try that, you damn virgin. Guess you’re just no match for the Gorgeous Girl Genius!” Miu mocks me.

Truly, it was a mistake for me to remind her that she’s smart.

I hate-

…

What’s that?

…

Really?

…

Alright sorry guys, my lawyer tells me I can’t say that.

“[I’m gonna lace your next meal with Cyanide.]”

“I don’t know what you just said, but I bet you were complimenting my SUPERIOR BRAIN.” She laughs at me, and then saunters off.

“... [#%*#**%#*%*#*%*#%*#*$%*#$%*#%*#*%#*%*#*%#*%*$*%*$%#*!]”

“Woah, calm down Kokichi! Don’t let her get to you, man.” Kaito tries to calm me down.

“[Fine…]” I agree, and calm down just a little bit.

“Anyway, I guess it’s time to get this talent show started! Of course, for our judges we have:” Kaito starts off.

“Chihiro Fujisaki!”

“H-hello…”

“Ibuki Mioda!”

“Hey hey!”

“And of course, Kokichi Ouma!”

“[I’m gonna get all of you.]”

“Now, let’s welcome to the stage Miu Iruma!” Kaito cues as Miu shows up on the stage.

“Hey virgins! I hope you’re ready, because I am!” Of course she’d start off her introduction like that.

And nobody really seems to care that she insulted all of them, because they are loving it.

Well, I guess as long as i’m stuck here, I might as well enjoy-

“Hit it!”

Is that fucking Camel by Camel.

CHAPTER 2: DAILY LIFE PART 4 COMPLETE

CHAPTER 2: DAILY LIFE PART 5 LOADING…

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This is a nightmare.

Miu was admittedly not that bad at singing,

And Ibuki’s interpretive dance was certainly something,

But the rest of these guys?

They have no talent outside of their Ultimates, and honestly that’s sad.

I mean honestly, I hope whoever’s going next doesn’t make me wanna kill myself again.

“And our next contestant is… Teruteru Hanamura!” Kaito announces, still happy despite everything.

“[*sigh* why do I do this to myself?]”

“Now, what will you be performing for us today, Teruteru?” Kaito asks.

“I’m glad you asked! Now, I may be the Ultimate Cook, but I assure you that I can do a little more than just that…” He begins.

Funny, that’s what Tenko said before she tried to juggle…

“So for my talent today, I shall be demonstrating something near and dear to my heart…”

Okay?

“Something very important to me in a personal way…”

OKAY?

“Something that is-”

“[YOU’RE WASTING MY TIME!]”

“GET ON WITH IT, FUCKIN’ DWARFDICK!”

Woah, did me and Miu just have a moment????????????

If I weren’t seconds away from being the punchline of a bondage joke, I’d be more thrilled about that.

“R-right, sorry…” He’s a little bit embarrassed, but he manages to keep it together.

“Now, I will need a volunteer for this. Any takers?” He asks the 13 people here.

I don’t think any of the girls will, but who knows-

“Fine, but only because I know everyone wants to see my smokin’ hot bod again!”

GODDAMN IT.

“Now, me and this pre’y girl ‘ere will be singing Barbie Girl.” He announces.

And first of all, it should’ve been me.

And SECOND, I want to fucking die right now.

“Huh? Fine, I’ll be Barbie, but you better not-!” Miu gets interrupted.

“What? No, I’m Barbie.” Teruteru tells her.

And first of all, IT SHOULD’VE BEEN ME!

I’M THE BARBIE GIRL, NOT HIM!!!!!!!

“H-HAHHH????” Miu is absolutely flabbergasted right now.

Everyone else is also flabbergasted, but I’m just jealous that Teruteru gets to be barbie and not me 🙁

I mean really, I think I’d look way better in a dress.

First of all, I’m so sexy.

Second of all, I’ve been told that I resemble that of the cis female.

And third, and most importantly, I know for a fact that I can sing.

Anyway, I’ve been ranting at you for a little bit, so let’s zone back i-

Where’d he get that dress?

Why is Teruteru wearing a dress right now?

Why am I not wearing a dress right now?

“A-anyway… Teruteru Hanamura, singing Barbie Girl! (featuring Miu Iruma as Ken!)” Kaito announces, and gets back into his seat.

“Alright…” Pause for the stereotypical throat clearing for Miu.

"Hiya, Barbie!"

What is this voice she’s doing?

"Hi, Ken!"

Okay, that’s actually pretty good.

"You wanna go for a ride?"

IT SHOULD’VE BEEN ME!!!!! 😢

"Sure, Ken!"

You stand in my place, you scoundrel.

"Jump in!"

I don’t even have anything to say, I’m just mad I don’t get to be Barbie.

 ♪ I'm a Barbie girl in a Barbie world ♪ 

 ♪ Life in plastic, it's fantastic ♪ 

 ♪ You can brush my hair, undress me everywhere ♪ 

 ♪ Imagination, life is your creation ♪ 

 ♪ Come on Barbie, let's go party ♪ 

 ♪ I'm a Barbie girl in a Barbie world ♪ 

 ♪ Life in plastic, it's fantastic ♪ 

 ♪ You can brush my hair, undress me everywhere ♪ 

 ♪ Imagination, life is your creation ♪ 

 ♪ I'm a blonde bimbo girl in a fantasy world ♪ 

 ♪ Dress me up, make it tight, I'm your dolly ♪ 

 ♪ You're my doll, rock and roll, feel the glamour in pink ♪ 

 ♪ Kiss me here, touch me there, hanky-panky ♪ 

 ♪ You can touch, you can play ♪ 

 ♪ If you say, "I'm always yours" ♪ 

 ♪ Ooh-whoa-ooh ♪ 

 ♪ I'm a Barbie girl in a Barbie world ♪ 

 ♪ Life in plastic, it's fantastic ♪ 

 ♪ You can brush my hair, undress me everywhere ♪ 

 ♪ Imagination, life is your creation ♪ 

 ♪ Come on Barbie, let's go party ♪ 

 ♪ Ah-ah-ah, yeah ♪ 

 ♪ Come on Barbie, let's go party ♪ 

 ♪ Ooh-whoa-ooh, ooh-whoa-ooh ♪ 

 ♪ Come on Barbie, let's go party ♪ 

 ♪ Ah-ah-ah, yeah ♪ 

 ♪ Come on Barbie, let's go party ♪ 

 ♪ Ooh-whoa-ooh, ooh-whoa-ooh ♪ 

 ♪ Make me walk, make me talk, do whatever you please ♪ 

 ♪ I can act like a star, I can beg on my knees ♪ 

 ♪ Come jump in, bimbo friend, let us do it again ♪ 

 ♪ Hit the town, fool around, let's go party ♪ 

 ♪ You can touch, you can play ♪ 

 ♪ If you say, "I'm always yours" ♪ 

 ♪ You can touch, you can play ♪ 

 ♪ If you say, "I'm always yours" ♪ 

 ♪ Come on Barbie, let's go party ♪ 

 ♪ Ah-ah-ah, yeah ♪ 

 ♪ Come on Barbie, let's go party ♪ 

 ♪ Ooh-whoa-ooh, ooh-whoa-ooh ♪ 

 ♪ Come on Barbie, let's go party ♪ 

 ♪ Ah-ah-ah, yeah ♪ 

 ♪ Come on Barbie, let's go party ♪ 

 ♪ Ooh-whoa-ooh, ooh-whoa-ooh ♪ 

 ♪ I'm a Barbie girl in a Barbie world ♪ 

 ♪ Life in plastic, it's fantastic ♪ 

 ♪ You can brush my hair, undress me everywhere ♪ 

 ♪ Imagination, life is your creation ♪ 

 ♪ I'm a Barbie girl in a Barbie world ♪ 

 ♪ Life in plastic, it's fantastic ♪ 

 ♪ You can brush my hair, undress me everywhere ♪ 

 ♪ Imagination, life is your creation ♪ 

 ♪ Come on Barbie, let's go party ♪ 

 ♪ Ah-ah-ah, yeah ♪ 

 ♪ Come on Barbie, let's go party ♪ 

 ♪ Ooh-whoa-ooh, ooh-whoa-ooh ♪ 

 ♪ Come on Barbie, let's go party ♪ 

 ♪ Ah-ah-ah, yeah ♪ 

 ♪ Come on Barbie, let's go party ♪ 

 ♪ Ooh-whoa-ooh, ooh-whoa-ooh ♪ 

“Oh, I'm having so much fun!”

“Well Barbie, we're just getting started.”

“Oh, I love you, Ken!”

Don’t hmu, boutta drop dead after that last line.

“And that was… Teruteru Hanamura singing Barbie Girl!” Kaito sounds like he has no idea what he just saw.

And then he sees nothing, because everything goes dark.

“Whoa!”

“What the hell?”

“[Oh, we all know what this means.]”

And after a few minutes of people bumping into my chair trying to get around, with a few people having the genius idea to try using the MonoPhone flashlights to see (turns out they don’t have flashlights, yay!), the lights turn back on.

And we all see the dead hanging body of Teruteru Hanamura , the Ultimate Chef Cook .

CHAPTER 2: DAILY LIFE PART 5 COMPLETE

CHAPTER 2: INVESTIGATION LOADING…

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The fuck is this Bi erasure doing in front of my eyeballs?

Don’t care though, he deserved it for thinking he could pull off that dress.

DING DONG, BING BONG

“A Body has been Discovered! After a certain amount of time, which you may use however you like, the Class Trial will begin!”

BING BONG, DING DONG

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” Miu yells from directly next to me on the ground, clearly recovering from running into me like everyone else.

And ouchie, that sure does hurt my little eardrums. 🙁

“[Damn, why you yelling in my ear?]” I ask, still tragically muffled.

I shed a tear at the injustice of depriving this world of my beautiful voice.

“Oh my god, will you fucking get over yourself?” Miu directs at me, even though I’m but a humble kidnapping victim.

“[God, if I wanted to talk to a soggy little sock like you, I’d look in Teruteru’s room!]”

Gasp. “You take that back, you skank!”

“[How about you make me, since you’re so genius?]”

“GRR, I’LL TOTALLY SIC GONTA ON YOU, YOU LITTLE SHIT!”

“Gonta not want to hurt Friend Kokichi!” Gonta butts in, stopping our argument in its tracks.

“[untie me.]” I demand.

“You think I’m gonna listen to you? No fuckin’ way!” Miu dares to disobey me.

“[Whatever. If you won’t untie me, then just drag me around.]” I tell her.

“Oh, I see~ you just wanna be manhandled by the Gorgeous Girl Genius!” She flaunts at me.

“[If I fuck up this Trial because you won’t let me look for evidence, I’m gonna crane-kick you so hard that your uterus falls out.]” I threaten her.

“E-eehh~ Fine…” She gives up quickly, dragging me over to the body.

Now, at first glance, this seems a bit bare.

The only thing to note is that the microphone cable is what’s wrapped around his neck, which is unnecessary.

…Man, how’d they even get up to the rafters to tie it up there?

But in the edge of my eyesight, I see something.

A ladder that leads up to the ceiling, right next to the stage.

But who would be able to use that without light?

Interesting…

“[take me to that ladder, I gotta look at it.]”

“Okay…”

And now that i’m even closer to it, I notice a single hair on it.

It looks to be…. A dark color like black, blue, purple, or maybe green?

Not very informative.

I look up, and there seems to be a torn-off bit of white fabric on the ladder as well.

A bit more informative.

“[Okay, now untie me.]” I tell Miu.

“Ughhh, fine! But only because I don’t wanna keep dragging you around.” She reluctantly allows me to be set free.

I pull off the tape on my mouth and-

“FUCK!” I scream.

-I forgot that doing that would rip my face hair out of my face.

Not that I really have much there, but it still hurts.

“Anyway. I’m gonna climb this ladder, see what’s up here.” I tell Miu, and then I climb the ladder.

“Have fun up there, jackass.” Miu insults me before walking away to wherever people go when they’re not talking to me.

Can’t imagine it’s any fun there, though.

Anyway, I go up the ladder, and you’ll never guess what I find.

That’s right, it’s the microphone cable tied around the metal rafters of the stage.

Though this knot doesn’t seem to be tied very well, probably because they were in complete darkness.

Though, how’d they even kill this guy without any sound?

And then I remember the one thing I should be doing;

Looking at the fucking Monokuma File.

So I do.

Victim: Teruteru Hanamura

Time of Death: 11:26 AM

Cause of Death: Asphyxiation

Well, that’s not very helpful, but I already have a few suspects so the actual cause doesn’t matter much.

Though looking at the evidence, I can’t quite figure it out.

White Fabric could apply to 9 people, myself not included, which is most of the people here.

But with the dark hair added in, that lowers it to 6.

Not much better, but it thins out the suspect pool, so it’s better than nothing.

And so, I climb back down the ladder.

“D-did you find anything u-up there?” Asks Mikan, who is probably the most insane woman I’ve ever met in my life.

But only in a good way, of course.

“Eh, not anything I didn’t already know about.” I answer, and continue on my merry way.

As I continue on my thoughtless journey to lounge off somewhere while I wait for the Trial to start, I find myself within distance of Tenko, who nearly curbstomps me before she remembers that she doesn’t do that anymore.

Character development is so convenient to my health, I think.

“Hey Tenko, did you find evidence or am I the only one who does that now?” I ask her.

“Tenko would have found some, if she wasn’t worried that degenerate- *ahem* -Tenko means if she knew where to look.” Tenko says, managing to save herself halfway through the sentence.

“Wow, that sure sounds like something. I don’t even know what to say about that, but I’m gonna… Go do something else, I guess.” I say, not knowing what to say for once.

“Okay. Tenko wishes you luck with that!” Tenko does not seem to care how stupid it sounded when I said that, but that’s just how she is.

.

.

.

Didn’t this take less time bef-

DING DONG, BING BONG

“Well, you know what time it is! Make your way to the Elevator, and you’ll be taken to the Trial Room!”

BING BONG, DING DONG

Isn’t that exactly what he said last time?

Actually, I don’t care.

I get to the elevator, everyone else is there, and the Elevator shows up.

Then we all get in.

As I wait for the Elevator to reach its destination endless levels below the crust, Someone taps my shoulder.

I turn around, and it’s Miu.

“Alright cocksleeve, you better not fuck this up! Capisce?” She asks me.

“I should be saying that to you.” I retort.

“CAPISCE?” She is more forceful this time.

“Alright, fine! God…” I allow her this one bit of leeway, since I'll probably never do what she says ever again.

And with that, the Elevator doors open and the Trial Room is upon us.

I take my stand, and it begins.

CHAPTER 2: INVESTIGATION COMPLETE

CHAPTER 2: TRIAL PART 1 LOADING…

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“Now then, let's begin with a simple explanation of the Class Trial! During the Class Trial, you will present your arguments for who the killer is, and vote for whodunnit! If you vote correctly, only the Blackened will receive punishment! But if you pick the wrong person... I'll punish everyone besides the Blackened, and that person will earn the right to leave this island!” Monokuma re-explains as we shuffle into our respective spots.

“Okay, Teruteru is dead and nobody cares. Is that right?” I make sure the story is set straight.

A unanimous nod across the room is my answer.

“Yeah, okay. Anyway, we still gotta find who killed him, but honestly you should just give yourself up, save me the trouble.” I begin.

Of course, these confused people stare back at me. And how could they not? All the protags they’ve dealt with before wouldn’t say something like that.

“What? I’m tired, and I just got untied like 5 minutes ago. I don’t want to stand here any longer than necessary.” And I wait briefly for someone to just give themselves up.

But lucky me, no such thing happens.

.

.

.

Sigh.

“Worth a try, I guess. Okay, just start arguing or whatever, I’ll do my thing.”

“...Right. What do we know at the moment?” Korekiyo decides to pick up the slack around here, which almost makes me get over how weird he is.

Only almost, of course. I’m no saint, I’ll judge whoever I want.

“All Ibuki knows is that he was hung with a cable or somethin’ like that!” Ibuki shouts out, which is refreshingly enthusiastic despite being painfully unhelpful.

“It was probably a microphone cable or some shit like that. FUCK YEAH, can’t compete with this fuckin’ brain!” Miu psyches herself up for that pretty meh observation.

Though that’s probably better than most of these guys could do, so…

“Most likely, considering the circumstances. I did notice a ladder next to the stage, which could have been used to tie the cable to the rafters…” Celestia muses, which I already know about.

I mean come on guys, I know I'm the protagonist now and every supporting character is somehow incapable of solving anything without me, but this time they can’t even give me evidence I didn’t already find?

...God, I hate being the protagonist of this shitty fanfic killing game.

That’s- that’s what I meant.

Anyway, we’re moving back to what the people are talking about.

“...And I didn’t really find anything either.” Kaito finishes just as I tune back in.

“Typical.” I sigh.

“”U-um, I might have something..” Mikan speaks up.

Oh? A character actually doing something??

Is my torment finally over?

“That so? What have you got for us, Mikan?” I ask her.

“W-well, I… I did hear someone w-walking near the stage, and by the sound of their shoes… it was s-someone relatively s-slim and light?” Mikan says, and that already lowers the suspect pool to 4 people.

Mikan seems way too clumsy to climb a ladder in the dark, so it can’t be her… that’s three.

And Celestia definitely couldn’t climb a fucking ladder with that ungodly Victorian-era gothic lolita bullshit, so that leaves only two people.

“Well, I think that it’s about time we get to those alibis. Mine is… unnecessary.” I avoid talking about it.

“Ibuki thinks that’s n- oh right, Ibuki’s sorry, man!” Ibuki obnoxiously brings it up.

Now call me petty, but I want it to be her.

“Y’know, now that I think about it, alibis don’t matter because we were all in the same room and I was the only one unable to move, so instead I’m just gonna monologue.” I begin.

“That’s unnecessa-”

“You see, during my investigation, I found a lot of evidence. “

“First of all, the ladder. And upon the ladder, I found white fabric. Now, this fabric alone cuts the suspect list down to, say, 9 or 10.”

“However, I also found this conveniently-found hair near the fabric. The color itself isn’t clear, but it’s clear that it’s dark hair. This brings the suspects down to 6, those being Tenko, Mikan, Sayaka, Kaito, Celestia, and Ibuki.”

“Of course, due to Mikan’s earlier testimony, it can’t be Tenko, due to her defined musculature, and it can’t be Kaito because he is an astronaut, and therefore quite built as well.”

“This leaves only Mikan, Sayaka, Celestia, and Ibuki.”

“And because the killer had to have climbed the ladder in complete darkness, Mikan can be counted out as she seems particularly clumsy even with sight. No offense, of course.-”

“N-none taken…” I hear Mikan quietly interrupt.

“-And really, Celestia couldn’t easily climb a ladder with that ungodfully large dress, so that only leaves two people.”

“Now, Sayaka and Ibuki, do either of you have anything to say?” I finally finish my monologue, and the people from my game, and less importantly the others, are in disbelief. 

Clearly, I am much smarter than they believed, but you kinda gotta be able to think crazy-fast to pull lies out of your ass like me.

“Ehh… Ibuki doesn’t think Ibuki did it!” Ibuki tells us.

“W-what?! I wouldn’t do that!” Sayaka denies.

“Is that fact? Well, I do not mean to sound as though I am making assumptions, but you seem to me as if you have attempted a murder once before. What events led to your demise, if I may ask?” Korekiyo inquires.

And Sayaka has no answer for that, poor thing.

If I had to guess, she probably tried and got absolutely played like a fool.

It happens to the best of us, really, and desperation is a cruel thing.

“Now, you two are our suspects, so let’s get to it. Ibuki, Sayaka, would you say that you bumped into anything during the blackout? A chair, person, perhaps even the stage?” I ask them.

“Well, Ibuki did walk into a big chair! There was rope on it, so it was probably Kokichi’s chair!” Ibuki says, and this time the info being yelled at me is more useful than normal.

And I do kinda remember someone ramming into my chair facefirst and falling…

“W-well, I did bump into- Kaito, was it?- during the blackout, but aside from a few folding chairs, that’s about it.” Sayaka explains to me.

“Interesting. Kaito, would you say that anyone accidentally bumped into you?” I ask Kaito, because this time he’s super important.

“Huh? Well, I was near your chair the entire time, and I only really got bumped into by what I think was Korekiyo?” Kaito says, though he’s unsure.

“I can prove the validity of that, as I did bump into someone wearing a coat during the fiasco.” Korekiyo agrees.

“Super interesting. That’s you debunked, Sayaka. Anything else to say?” I mildly taunt her.

I mean really, she could’ve chosen a better guy to pretend to bump into.

“W-well, I-!” Sayaka clams up, unable to actually think of any lie to tell. Maybe she should’ve been me instead, I totally would’ve gotten any with it.

“Well, that’s as good as anything else. You ready for the best part?” I ask her.

“The best part?” Sayaka asks back, confused.

“Duh! The part where I somehow explain your entire crime in excruciating detail even though I did not witness it, nor do I have all of the information required to know half of these things.” I explain to her.

She looks even more confused, even though I literally did this last trial. Sure, Mukuro had to remind me to do it, BUT I STILL DID.

CHAPTER 2: TRIAL PART 1 COMPLETE.

CHAPTER 2: TRIAL PART 2 (+ EXECUTION & QUICK EPILOGUE) LOADING…

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Now, the rest of the people here have seen this happen in their own games, so they already know what’s coming.

“Any last objections before I begin, Sayaka?” I ask, looking over at her.

“I-I didn’t-” She begins to say, before her eyebrow quirks up ⅕ of a millimeter.

“Hah! Your eyebrow moved, you’re lying!” I tell her.

She makes a comically confused face.

“Yeah, anyway, time to get this show on the road.”

SHit, what’s that thing Shuichi did?

Oh yeah!

I clear my throat. “THIS IS THE TRUTH OF THE CASE!” I bellow out loudly, and of course the people never expect it.

—

This crime starts… 40 minutes ago, I guess?

So anyway, there I was, waking up tied to a chair because SOMEONE thought knocking me out was a good idea-

—

“Look Kokichi, I’m sor-”

“I’M NOT DONE.”

—

…Anyway, about right after Teruteru had finished singing, the lights went out.

This could be accidental, but I suspect that during the preparations of the stage, the culprit set the lights in the gym to go out for about 5 minutes.

Not much time, but enough time for the culprit to do their thing.

As the lights turned out, the culprit used their keen sense of hearing and impressive memory to find their way to the stage amidst the darkness.

Once there, they felt around for the microphone cable, and struck. They made their way behind Teruteru, and quickly wrapped the cable around his throat, cutting off his oxygen before he could emit a cry for help.

Such a feat of strength would be hard for most normal people, but for someone who’s Ultimate keeps them physically fit, it was barely an inconvenience.

Soon enough, Teruteru went limp as he passed out, and the culprit made their way to the side of the stage, cable in hand, to a large ladder.

They soon reached the top of the ladder, bringing them to the catwalks above the stage.

They then tied the cable to the metal catwalks, suspending Teruteru’s body above the ground, and began their trek down the ladder.

However, as they climbed down, a small bit of white fabric from their uniform was caught on the ladder, and a single strand of hair left behind with it.

They then made their way back into the chaos, ensuring not to bump into anyone, and waited for the lights to come back on.

And that culprit is here, in this room, right now.

It’s you, isn’t it-

—

“-Sayaka Maizono?” I finally finish my monologue.

“...Damn it.” She mutters in defeat, clearly accepting that I have found her out.

“Huh. I thought you’d still have some fight left in you, but I guess there’s no point in that.” I muse.

“I just- I thought that maybe if I got out of here, I’d find out that it really was all a joke. That I didn’t actually get murdered, and I was just being tricked this whole time…” She says sadly, “But I guess this is real, isn’t it?”

“It could be. It could also be a simulation, that one seems pretty likely.” I say mindlessly.

“I thought maybe I’d feel better after I actually did kill someone, but I really don’t…” She starts crying a little bit.

“Yeah, I wasn’t super jazzed about technically being a murderer.” i admit.

“This isn’t about you!” Sayaka yells, angry about me butting into her sad little explanation.

“I’m just agreeing with you. If you don’t want feedback on what you’re saying, that’s not my problem.” I tell her.

“SNORK! MI-MI-MI-MI-MI! SNORK! MI-MI-MI-MI-MI! SNORK! MI-MI-MI-MI-MI! SNORK! MI-MI-MI-MI-M- Huh? Oh, are we done now? Puhuhuhuhu! I fell asleep during that monologue!” Monokuma butts in after apparently waking up for a nap?

“We didn’t miss you, go back to sleep!”

“Burn in hell, you build-a-bear lookin’ ass whore!”

“Woah, Woah! Let’s not get hostile with me! I’m just a poor widdle guy~”

God, this bear is insufferable.

Then again, I acted like that…

Man, I hate myself.

“But enough of that! It’s voting time, so choose wisely!” And just like that, the voting screens are back.

We all cast our votes, and…

…Did Sayaka fucking vote for me?

Wow, jackass.

“Puhuhuhuhu! That’s correct. Now…” He stops because he thinks it’s cool to have adramatic pause.

“IT’S PUNISHMENT TIME!”

—(yeah, we’re switching into 3rd-person for the execution again)

Sayaka gets pulled up by a collar, even though this isn’t the first Execution (Almost like SOMEONE wanted this to be the first execution but decided Sayaka was incapable of killing Junko at the last minute). 

She is then dropped onto a stage, in front of a sea of adoring fans(?) who are all Monokuma.

AN UN-BEAR-ABLY UNFORGETTABLE FAREWELL PERFORMANCE

Ultimate Pop Sensation’s Execution

Sayaka gets the memo, and starts performing for the crowd.

However, unbeknownst to her, she’s standing on a trapdoor and there’s an ungodly amount of beartraps underneath.

Unfortunately, back with Sayaka, she’s decided now is a good time to start sucking at being a pop sensation, so the crowd is booing her.

The booing only serves to make her less willing to sing and dance, which makes her performance so bad that they decide to open the trap door.

She drops into the pile of bear traps, and all that anyone can hear is the *snap* and *crunch* of many bear traps digging into many body parts.

—(back to Kokichi)

What the fuck.

Why was that one practically worse than Mukuro’s?!

…Yeah, I don’t wanna look at this.

I’ll check up on the crew, I guess.

Korekiy still doesn’t care, Gonta is barfing, Tenko is also barfing, Kaito is- Okay, listen, everyone except Korekiyo is losing their lunch.

That goes for the not-crew as well, but Mikan is…

Well, she’s probably seen worse, so she isn’t getting sick over it, but she clearly didn’t like seeing all that.

“Meh, that one was kinda boring… What are you kids still in here for? Scram!” And so we all get into the elevator, make our way back to our rooms, and (for most of us) brush our teeth for 20 minutes straight.

I get into bed, and just as I’m about to drift off…

*knock* *knock*

A knock at the door.

I open it, and it’s Miu. Also Tenko, for some reason.

Well, I’m the protagonist, so this should’ve been expected.

Tenko looks less than enthusiastic, but Miu.

Miu… is a mess.

Her clothes are wet, her hair is droopy, and she looks like she’s only half-there.

“...any reason either of you are here?” I ask them.

And instead of responding, they just walk in and Miu immediately passes out in my bed.

She’s getting my bedding wet.

CHAPTER 2: TRIAL PART 2 (+ EXECUTION & QUICK EPILOGUE) COMPLETE.

CHAPTER 3: DAILY LIFE PART 1 LOADING...

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I awaken, and you’ll never guess the state I'm in.

Yeah, that’s right, i am caught between two sleeping women.

Help me.

If I move even an inch, I’ll make actual physical contact, and I cannot risk that.

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Help 

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Help Me

Help Me!

Help Me

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Wait! Maybe if I move Really really slow, I can get out of here!

Come on…

I inch ever so slightly past the two people in my bed, desperately hoping not to wake one of them up.

I move slowly for what feels like an hour, though might only be 5 or so minutes.

Until eventually, my feet make contact with solid ground and I can stand up.

Mission accomplished!

And so, I quietly leave my dorm and walk to the kitchen.

Maybe Teruteru will be done with bre-

Oh wait.

He died.

…

Guess I’ll have to do it if nobody’s there.

And so, I make my way to the cafeteria, not surprised to find it empty.

I make my way into the kitchen, and surprise surprise, nobody is there either.

I guess that I will have to do everything myself, because I’m the only competent main character left in this fucking building.

Maybe Korekiyo could do it, but also I don’t trust him ever.

Where’s Kirumi when you need her?

Where’s Kirumom? 😞

I miss Kirumom.

…Anyway, no time for that, I gotta start cooking.

Now, of course, what to make?

I don’t know how everyone died, so I need to know if there’ll be any… mishaps like mine, to say the least.

Well, as long as people know what’s in the food, we can probably escape that happening.

But still, what to make?

Hmm…

Well, let’s see.

Applesauce is fucking disgusting, so that’s out.

Greek Yogurt? Nah. I may like men sometimes, but I don’t eat it after The Incident.

Taco?

I don’t know how to make taco…

Shitty dollar-store Ramen?

YES PLEASE!

So I boil water in the pot.

And I wait.

And I wait.

And I wait.

And I wait.

And I wait.

And when the water boils, I put in the ramen.

And I wait.

And I wait.

And I wait.

And I wait.

And I wait.

And then it is done, So I pour it into a strainer in the sink and add the third, secret component.

The Beef powder.

Now it is Beef. 👍

And, what the heck? I’ll add actual beef in there too.

So I pull out the pan, and I cook the beef.

Then I cut the beef, and put it in the ramen.

Then I put the ramen in 12 bowls, take one, and sit down to start eating.

That’s when the people appear, and they are surprised to find me there first, and less importantly, cooked food.

“Wow, Friend Kokichi! Did you cook breakfast for friends?” Gonta asks me.

“I did. I was hungry, and Teruteru was dead, so I did it myself.” I answer him, and then immediately follow it up with swallowing a wad of noodles half the diameter of my throat without choking.

“Well that’s pretty cool, man! I didn’t know you could cook!” Kaito exclaims.

“Yeah, well that was before I was the protagonist, so I didn’t feel like telling you.” I answer, accidentally giving away the secret of this world.

“What?” Kaito is confused.

“By which I mean, before we woke up here, and everyone depended on me to solve the trials, I saw no reason to bring it up.”

“Oh, that make sense! Gonta thought you say friends are side characters in Friend Kokichi’s life.” Gonta says to me.

But shh, don’t tell him!

Then, as everyone starts piling in, that stupid bitch Monokuma shows up again.

“g-OoOoOoOoOoOd MORNING, Students! Your headmaster is here to-”

“SHUT UP, BRIAN!” I yell at him.

This stuns him, because it is not his name.

Not that he knows of, that is. 😉

“-Your headmaster is here to bring you another motive. I know, so soon! But Daddy can’t afford to wait, so we’re upping the stakes!” Monokuma finishes off from where he was.

“W-what’s the motive t-this time?” Mikan asks, shaking.

“I’m glad you asked! You see, I’ve been thinking… I’ve only given you one motive, and nothing really happened with it! The kill that time was out of revenge, not from any dirty secret!” He begins.

“So this time, I thought I'd give you something a little bit more… persuasive.” He says, and then presses a button.

Immediately, metal pipes fall from the ceiling, with people dodging to not get hit.

I nearly do, but it just missed me.

Each pipe has a name on it.

And the one next to me has mine.

I decide not to open it, for my own sake.

And that proves to be the right call, because when Gonta opens his, a gas comes out and sprays him in the face, causing him to get knocked out.

CHAPTER 3: DAILY LIFE PART 1 COMPLETE.

CHAPTER 3: DAILY LIFE PART 2 LOADING…

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“Gonta!” Someone cries out as Gonta passes out.

What the fuck just happened?

Maybe the gas killed him instantly and he’s dead now?

If that’s the case, I might have to open mine…

I mean, the allure of death is so-

Hold on, I'm getting sidetracked, I gotta go see if Gonta is okay.

“Puhuhuhu! He’s fine! But one of you won’t be when he wakes up.” Monokuma says ominously.

“W-what do you mean by that?” Mikan says, slapping one of the pipes out of Nagito’s hand when he tries to open it.

“Well, I guess it won’t matter soon enough~ Puhuhuhu!” Monokuma laughs, before he gets into the explanation.

“You see, my dear students, that gas isn’t just for show! It implanted a fake secret directly into your friend’s brain. And it made him realllll mad, too! And if any of you inhale the gas, the same will happen to you!” Monokuma explains.

Damn, so Gonta’s gonna wake up and try to kill one of us? Well, I can’t deny it’s a good motive for killing people.

Sounds awfully lazy though, like someone here couldn’t think of a proper motive for people to kill this time.

Yeah, you.

I know what you are.

Get those hands off that keyboard and come up with something better.

.

No?

Well fine, but we’re talking about this later.

Anyway, where was I?

Oh, right.

“You WOULD do something like this, Brian.” I tell him, because what else do I expect from this motherfucker.

“Huh? That’s not my name!” Brian gets a little mad.

“Hey! I heard that!” Brian yells.

“Shut up, Brian. Anyway, I'm gonna just drag Gonta and lock him in a room. Anyone feel like helping?” I ask the others.

“Tenko will help. You are… not strong.” Tenko insults me to my face 🙁

“*kills you*” I respond.

“Oh come on! Tenko is just saying!” She retorts as she helps me carry Gonta.

We carry him for a good 10 minutes before making it to a door that looks strong enough to hold him.

“Okay, hopefully one of us isn’t his target.” I sigh as we set him down on the floor.

“Oh, and also take this.” I give her a checker-pattern mask as I pull out a second one for myself. “In case this is transferable.”

“Oh. Thanks, Kokichi…” Tenko seems almost bashful when she takes it from my hand.

But there’s no way that’s a thing that’s happening, because this is STRICTLY PLATONIC.

Right?

You agree with me, don’t you?

Don’t you?

…

Whatever, I have better things to worry about than whatever you’re doing.

Anyway, we leave the room, and just as we lock the door (from the outside, of course), something bashes against it.

“ROARRGHHH!” Gonta yells from inside.

We both flinch back as the door bends .

Metal door.

Bends.

“Friend Kokichi, are you there?” Gonta’s voice sounds out from behind the door.

I stay quiet.

“Friend Kokichi, please let Gonta out. Gonta must do this.” Gonta attempts to fucking gaslight me into letting him free.

“Who are you even trying to attack, Gonta?” I ask him, because if I have to be subjected to this I might as well know what the fuck is going on.

“Gonta must find Friend Tenko. Friend Tenko did something bad, Friend Kokichi.” Gonta tells me, but I can’t let myself go, or he’ll convince me to let him out.

I gesture at Tenko to not speak, because I can tell she’s about to say something.

“I’m sorry Gonta, but I can’t let you out. You are not in your right mind, and I need you to calm down.” I tell him.

“But Friend Kokichi, Gonta is fine! Just let Gonta out, and everything will be okay!” He says cheerily through the door.

“No. I’m leaving you there, Gonta. And just to make sure you don’t escape…” I sigh, preparing to use my power once more.

“Friend Kokichi, Gonta no think that-” He tries to deny it, but it’s too late.

“ You will sleep for the next hour. ” I command, and through the door I hear his body collapse onto the floor.

Still, I’d best not open the door.

“Alright Tenko, let’s-” I turn to look at Tenko, and it turns out that the Supreme Intimidation works on people I don’t look at too, because Tenko is fucking passed out.

“God damn it.”

So I simply sit down and wait for her to wake up.

And wait.

And wait.

And wait.

And wait.

M aybe too much waiting.

U ndeniably waiting.

R eally too much waiting.

D reaming about not waiting.

E ven more waiting.

R eally, I wish the waiting would go faster.

M ight take a nap myself.

E ventually, I get to stop waiting.

“Mmmrghhh…. Kokichi…?” Tenko questions groggily as she wakes up.

“Uh huh. Try not to speak too loud, and maybe cover your ears this time so that you don’t get affected.” I say, and then turn back to the door.

“Gonta? You awake?”

“Gonta is awake, Friend Kokichi. Gonta is feeling much better, can you let him out now?” Gonta asks, seeming like his old self.

“I’m sorry buddy, but I can’t risk it. I’ll have to make it longer this time, just to be sure.” I clear my throat, which prompts Tenko to cover her ears.

“ You will sleep deeply for the next 8 hours, and for the next 24 hours after you wake, will not attempt to break out or injure anyone. ” I command, and I hear him collapse again.

“Okay, now let’s go.” I say, turning to see Tenko awake this time.

“Right.”

And so, we make our way back to the cafeteria, because I did not finish my ramen and I am hungry.

But I swear to god, if I walk in there and see someone else inhaling those chemicals, I'm gonna go insane.

What’s that?

Tempting fate?

Come on, you know I'm too cool to do something like that.

CHAPTER 3: DAILY LIFE PART 2 COMPLETE.

CHAPTER 3: DAILY LIFE PART 3 LOADING…

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Literally the moment I walk in, they’re trying to lock Nagito in a fucking cage while he goes apeshit over Sakura.

…I admit, I MIGHT have tempted fate just a teeny-weeny, tiny-winy, eensy-weensy, peeny-tweeny, microscopic, supersonic, hydrochloric, metaphoric, superhero, ultra zero, megatron, chess pawn, record label, steady table, little bit.

“Suddenly, I want to die. Hey, you think if you opened one of those, you’d try to kill me?” I ask Tenko.

“Tenko- doesn’t want to do that.” Tenko says bluntly.

“Aww, that’s no fun! What if I ask nicely?”

“Tenko will not.” She steels her voice, clearly there is no argument to be had.

“Yeah, sure. I’ll go ask Miu to kill me instead.” I slink away, but she follows me.

“Tenko will not let anybody kill you, Kokichi! If they do, Tenko will flip them! Haiyahhh!” Tenko promises, posing for dramatic effect.

“Sigh… My hero.” I say, resigned to my fate.

“*Glares at you.*”

“... *opens*” I try, but she immediately slaps it out of my hands.

“Come on! Not even a little?” I ask.

“No. Tenko doesn’t want you to get hurt.”

Then Miu appears.

“Yeah, I agree with her. Despite her lackluster rack, she’s not all bad.” Miu agrees.

“...What did we say?” I reprimand.

“I’m not sexualizing myself, gremlin.” She catches me on this foolish technicality.

But she’s right.

“...Right. God, why couldn’t this be one of those angst stories where everyone hates me and I get to die…?” I mutter to myself.

“Gremlin, we’re not in a shitty fanfiction!”

“Yeah, Tenko would never be written by a male- Uh, Tenko means by someone else.”

Hear that? They mock you.

Oh right, you wrote those words.

Perv.

“You’d think so. Hey, Marieve!” I yell to… well, I guess YOU’D call her Celestia?

Of course, she knows I’m talking to her.

“Who are you calling to? I don’t believe anyone here is called that.” She calls out to me as she walks over.

“Oh, right! You don’t know that one. Would you rather I call you Taeko?” I ask, making her freeze.

“...that is not my name.” She denies, but she’s so caught off-guard that I finally catch sight of a tell.

A small, miniscule twitch of her left ear.

Good. I’ll remember that.

“Are you sure about that? I think it is.” I taunt, as Miu and Tenko look on with confusion and maybe a little fear.

“It’s… NOT.” she’s starting to lose her cool now, so maybe I should let up.

But I really only have true compassion for the people of my own game, so I don’t fucking care.

“You sure? Because look at this.” I pull a random picture out of my sleeve and show it to her.

“WHAT?! Where did you get this??” She is absolutely flabbergasted.

“God. He forgot it, so he had to look it up, and I went through his search history.” I say.

“I- Huh- WHAT THE?!” She cannot even finish her sentence at this point, so I might have gone too far.

…Nah.

“Well, that’s that! Ta-Ta!” And so, I leave her to stew in the realization of her unimportance in the real world.

I’ve come to peace with it, only fair she does too.

“So… What we doin’?” I ask Miu and Tenko as I walk back over to them.

“Gremlin… did you just pull out a screenshot of a Bing search that revealed her true name?” Miu asks me.

“Yeparooni.”

“...why Bing? Why not Google?” She asks.

“Pftt, because God doesn’t know how to change his search engine in Firefox, and refuses to use Chrome.” I answer honestly.

“Tenko just wants to know one more thing.”

“That is?”

“...is Atua actually real?”

“I don’t know, could be. I mean, this guy might be Atua.🫵” I point at you, through the second wall.

“Gremlin… there’s nothing there.”

“Haha, maybe. Who knows?”

CHAPTER 3: DAILY LIFE PART 3 COMPLETE.

CHAPTER 3: DAILY LIFE PART 4 LOADING…

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Anyway, after putting Taeko in her place, and stopping Tenko and Miu from having an existential crisis, it’s time to get down to business.

(To defeat the huns.)

Shut up, nobody cares about that reference, you stupid fothermucker.

I mean-

You know what I meant.

Anyway.

“Wow, i never knew Nagito could do anything except look like he’s on crack.” I exclaim as I look at the caged-up guy.

“C-Come on, don’t p-provoke him. You’re b-better than th-that.” Mikan reprimands me.

“Gasp! But sister dearest, I’m not! How can I live without my snarkiness! OH, I SHAN’T GO ON!!!” I yell melodramatically.

“... S-Sister?”

“Yeah, I adopted you while you weren’t looking. Welcome to the family!”

“... Hm.”

She didn’t stutter.

I hate to tell you guys this, but I might die.

Tell my children I love them! *sobs uncontrollably*!

“Now, dear sister, I must admit to you that I do not consider that response to be entirely positive and therefore must ask for further clarification about your stance on this matter. I would prefer to know whether you are supportive of this decision to be my sister, or would sooner throw me into a hole straight to hell rather than considering me anything besides the dirt under your foot.”

“I… Sure.”

“🔊YIPPEE!!🔊” I yell in celebration.

“You hear that, guys? I got family now!” I tell them.

“Tenko is… happy for you? Tenko isn’t sure what just happened.”

“Yeah, good fuckin’ job getting that hottie as your sister! Even if her rack is lackluster in comparison to mine, she’s still smokin’ hot!”

“I know how to pick every lock ever conceived.”

“H-huh?! W-what are you gonna do to m-me…?~”

“Cut! CUT! HEY, ARE YOU FUCKING LISTENING TO ME?!🫵 I SAID CU-”

Alright, I’m calm now.

“Tenko wants to know why you’re still talking to them… isn’t it bad to talk to them too much?” Tenko asks me.

Honestly, If I didn’t know better, I’d say she was jealous of me talking to you guys… 🫦

I’m kidding!

Or am I? 🫦🫦🫦

“...why are you making that face at them.” Oh shit, she knows!

ABANDON SHIP!

“...is Tenko supposed to know what’s happening?”

LEAVE ME! I’LL NEVER MAKE IT…

“Tenko is gonna assume you’re still talking to them.”

WHY DID YOU GUYS TELL HER THAT I’M 100%-SECRETLY IN LOVE WITH HER!?

“...I heard that.” Tenko says, referring to herself in the first person for maybe the first time in this entire fanfic.

“...no you didn’t.” I deny.

“...Tenko will deal with that later. For now, wake up Miu. she had an aneurasm.” Tenko explains.

“Don’t you mean-”

“ Aneurasm. ”

“Right, Aneurysm orgasm.”

“Do not say that, she’ll-”

“OOOANNGHHH~~”

“Shit.”

And so, Miu wakes up by un-aneurasming herself.

“Hey bitches, fuck did I miss!?” She exclaims, sitting up.

“Tenko doesn’t wanna tell you that.”

“I accidentally confessed my love for Tenko.”

We look at each other.

“…Tenko said she will deal with that later. Speak no words.”

“…right, sorry. Won’t say anything else.”

“Can I help?!” Miu asks desperately.

“No-”

“Yes, Tenko will appreciate it!”

We look at each other again.

“Why do you want me to suffer?”

“You are in love with Tenko, she’ll do what she likes.”

Guys, I accidentally got two hot girlfriends, what do I do?

Time sensitive, Time Sensitive! PLEASE, I NEED HELP!

“…Tenko has decided that now is the time to deal with it.”

“Yeah! Let’s fuckin’ do this, bitches!”

“Hm. Wait, I want this, right?” I kinda gotta ask myself that.

I do, I decided.

“Good. Tenko would never want to take advantage of anyone, even a male!”

“I guess I’d feel bad if you didn’t want it, but you do, so it doesn’t fuckin’ matter!”

And now, they’re dragging me away.

“Wait a second… kidnapping is significantly less fun than what I agreed to! UNKIDNAP ME!”

“DEAR SISTER, UNKIDNAP ME NOW!”

Mikan just kinda looks at me, offers me a comforting smile, and leaves to my fate.

Lord help me.

CHAPTER 3: DAILY LIFE PART 4 COMPLETE.

CHAPTER 3: DAILY LIFE PART 5 LOADING…

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“...where the fuck am I?” I ask nobody, as I wake up in somebody else’s room.

Wait, I think i’m starting to remember.

“...hmm… Shuichi was wrong.”

And indeed he was, because i’m very evidently not alone at all.

I turn and on both sides of me, you guessed it, BOOB JUMPSCARE!!!

Except NAKED this time, so maybe a step up?

Yeah, let’s go with that.

…what’s that?

No, I’m not going to show you what happened.

Stupid motherfucker, fuck are you saying?

Anyway, I guess I should get up n-

“OW. Jesus, what the fuck happened last night?” I wince in pain, my back aching violently.

…am I bleeding?

“Hehe, I fuckin’ wonder…” a voice sing-songs from the left of me, and I turn to see Miu surprisingly nonchalant.

“I thought you’d be less sure of yourself, considering I know for a fact you were a virgin.” I remind her.

I think.

“Wait, did YOU do this?” I point at her, the motion irritating the deep scratches on my back.

“I fuckin’ wish! Tenko did that. And boy, it was hot as fuck!” She starts salivating just at the memory.

Anyway, enough of my love life, we’re moving on.

—

After all that, after finding where the fuck my clothing is, I get out of there.

And then I run into Kaito, who starts sweating slightly.

“Hey… Kokichi… How are… you…?” He asked disjointedly, obviously trying his hardest not to ask about that little stunt yesterday.

“I’m fine. Besides the scratches, of course.” I’m actually starting to remember it now, I guess I was just absolutely zonked out.

“Right! That’s… something.” He adds.

“It sure is. Goodbye.” I walk past him, to save us both the embarrassment.

I make my way to find Mikan, because as much as I don’t wanna see my new sister’s smug face right now, I need her to make sure this doesn’t get infected. Maybe bandages too.

And I find her in the nurse’s office, because of course I do.

“H-hi Kokichi… How was y-your ‘kidnapping’?” She asks, smirking at me. She knows.

“Enough of that. Don’t be using your privileges as an older sister so soon. Just bandage this up for me.” I pull off my straitjacket, showing off what I assume to be gnarly wounds.

“W-wow… Y-your life is in danger, little brother.” I can just feel her smiling.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. Just fix.” I tell her.

“H-heheh, Yeah, s-sure…” and she gets to work.

She sprays what I can only hope is disinfectant, bandages my entire torso, and then further bandages my back with a giant pad of gauze.

It’s then that I notice an ache in my neck as well.

Those motherfuckers.

Oh well, my bandana will cover it anyway.

“Thanks, Mikan. If you ever joke about this, I’ll be a REAL sibling and knock you the fuck out.”

“W-whatever you say, Kokichi.” She smiles smugly at me before I leave.

Honestly, as glad as I am that she’s accepting the role so easily, it’s starting to piss me off.

I guess that’s a good thing when it comes to sibling relationships, isn’t it? I wouldn’t know, I’ve never had one.

Anyway, I make my way to the cafeteria. Call me crazy, but having sex can certainly work up an appetite. Especially for… however long that was happening. I don’t actually know.

Regardless, I am very hungry, and very willing to eat anything I can find.

The first thing I find is, unfortunately, a monocoin.

Maybe…?

OW!

Alright, that’s a bust.

The second thing I find is a half-eaten muffin, but at this point I'm too hungry to care about mouth herpes.

I eat it, and it is delicious.

I wonder who’s this is, though? 

Doesn’t matter, I’m hungry.

*Nomnomnomnomnomnomnomnomnom*

What? I can make noises in my head! I don’t want to leave you out of the fun.

What’s that? I’m not progressing the story fast enough? Well, I can fix that.

I turn my head, and who do I see but Brian, that motherfucker.

“Just the guy I didn’t wanna see. What are you doing here, Brian?” I ask him.

“Ah, just the student I was looking for. Listen kid, that stunt you pulled? It’s really putting despair into people’s hearts! Keep it going!” he says, and disappears as he does.

That was a really weird thing to say to me, but who am I to say no?

(you’ve never done what he said before.)

Shut up, you. There’s a reason I’m the main character, and not you. You just get back in your little box, and leave me be.

(I don’t want to.)

Fine, I’ll just put you back myself!

(You can’t just get rid of me when it suits yo-)

There, finally! I always get tired of the other ones.

Anyway, where was I?

Oh, right. Eating.

*NOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOM*

CHAPTER 3: DAILY LIFE PART 5 COMPLETE.

CHAPTER 3: DAILY LIFE PART 6 LOADING…

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Oh man, that muffin was good.

But I’m not in enough of a food coma to ignore the stabbing pain in my poor back.

God, how do people manage to deal with this?

Well, guess i’d better eat this other muffin.

*NOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOM*

Oh man, that one was good too.

I guess I feel better now, so I’ll get back to doing whatever.

But what to do, really? I’ve spent the last five minutes stuffing my face with muffin, so I don’t have any ideas on what’s going on.

Hmm.

…maybe ask Kaito? I haven’t spoken to him in probably an entire day, so it’s worth a shot.

And so, off I go to find Kaito.

And wouldn’t you know it, he’s sat at a table when I leave the kitchen.

“Hello, Kaito. What’s going on, I haven’t… been outside of someone’s room, not saying who’s. Uh, what’s happening?” I ask him.

Kaito stares blankly back at me, but his trademark smile returns. “Nothing important!”

“Good, I didn’t actually wanna know.” I say.

“I don’t want to know what you did either, Kokichi.” Kaito deadpans at me.

“I imagine. It must be hard to have your murder-hobo of a wife be not here, while I get 2 girlfriends. I think? You know, I don’t think I even asked if that’s what this is.” I trail off slightly.

“Ahem.”

“Ah, right! As I was saying, it must be so heartbreaking for you to have to sit through this without your precious, coldhearted killer of a love interest. I definitely feel sympathy towards you.”

“Thanks.” Kaito hits me with another deadpan look. “Look, Kokichi, I know you two have a bit of a complicated dynamic, but she really isn’t that bad!” He assures me.

“Maybe for you, the big hunky hero. But I’m the scrawny little orphan boy with an evil laugh, so she even doesn’t consider me human enough to be nice. But noooo, you know her better than me because she’s not rude to you all the time.” I hit him with my own deadpan look, and he seems to get the memo.

“...you’re right… I’m sorry, Kokichi. I just know that she can be better than that, even if she fails sometimes. I didn’t mean to excuse her trying to kill you, you know that!” Kaito gives me a thumbs-up.

It’s endearing, in a way.

“... I guess I get that. For an idiot, you sure have a way with words.” I shrug.

“Hey! I’m not an idiot!”

“Yuh huh.”

“No!”

“Mhm.”

“I’m not!”

“Not buying it.”

“Come on, Kokichi!”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m kidding. You’re not that stupid. Only a little bit, sometimes.” I compromise.

“That still sounds like an insult! But I guess coming from you, it’s a serious compliment, so thanks.” Kaito flashes a blinding smile and winks.

Oh man, he can’t do that.

“Come on man, i’m taken! And so are you, you better stop.”

“Huh? I didn’t mean it like that!”

“*sniffs uncontrollably* You mean… I’m not worth it?”

Kaito fixes me with a blank look, but he continues anyway.

“Kokichi, you know I don’t mean it like that either. You are a very handsome guy, trust me.” Kaito attempts to de-escalate my silly games.

I flash a smirk at him.

“I knew that. I just wanted you to say it.” I taunt.

“Oh, you-!” Kaito yells in mock-anger.

“WHAT’S UP, BITCHES!? ME AND SCISSOR SISTER ARE HERE TO FUCKIN’ EAT!” Miu barges through the door, Tenko in tow, and marches up to the table we’re at.

“Ohh… Hello, Miu.” Kaito has a peculiar look on his face, which can only be interpreted as “i’m jealous that Kokichi gets to have romance time with his girlfriends, but my girlfriend isn’t here, BOO HOO HOO!”

Or something like that. I mean, it’s not like I’ve become so good at lying that I can interpret even the slightest facial expression.

🙂

“...hi, Kokichi.” Tenko waves shyly at me. A out-of-character moment that surprises me.

Especially after she apparently fucked uo my back.

Miu notices this surprise, and smirks. “Yeah, turns out ol’ Sappho Scissorhands over here gets real shy! Real surprise after what I saw yesterday!” Miu reminds me of what I was literally just thinking about.

Kaito frowns in even more jealous torment, and Tenko blushes like a normal person would and covers her face with her hands. “Stop! Tenko doesn’t want to hear it!” She cries.

This is absolutely baffling to me, and honestly unnerving.

This is just straight-up unlike the woman I’ve come to love, and I am, for lack of any better naming, caught off guard.

But it’s also kinda funny, so I smirk back at Miu. “I know, right! I mean, hearing how it went, I can’t believe it’s the same girl who made me bleed and probably nearly stain a bedsheet!” Tenko gets even more flustered, and it is very entertaining.

“Tenko can’t understand what you get out of doing this!” She cries again, even her hands starting to turn a bit red.

“Okay, let’s stop. She might pass out from the blood pressure if we keep this up, and I’d prefer that doesn’t happen.” I tell Miu.

“Fuckin’ whatever. But fine.” she agrees.

Tenko begins to calm down, though this is a slow process.

I turn back to Kaito and-

“What the hell? Kaito, why are you so bummed out?” I ask him.

It’s like he’s surrounded by bad vibes, because he looks absolutely miserable.

He looks at me, and can only utter one thing.

“I miss Maki…”

CHAPTER 3: DAILY LIFE PART 6 COMPLETE.

CHAPTER 3: DAILY LIFE PART 7 LOADING…