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The world was ending.
Danganronpa, a franchise that had lasted for years, capturing the hearts of millions, was ending.
It was falling apart around her, chunks of rock and shards of glass that barely missed her. The world she had worked so hard on. The one she had spent hours upon hours writing and rewriting and perfecting. It was all falling apart.
Explosion after explosion rocked the ground, debris falling like the meteorites that had supposedly destroyed the earth. It was rather fitting. The ones who had been told they were supposed to save the world, ending it.
Danganronpa, at its core, was about the never ending battle between hope and despair. But those three- they had ended it. They had found the ending that was never meant to be found- never meant to even exist. They had chosen not to choose, and in doing so, in revealing that that was possible, had broken the wheels that kept Danganronpa turning.
She wondered what would become of Team Danganronpa. Not that it mattered to her. Nothing mattered to her anymore. There was nothing at all for her anymore. Nothing but the end.
It was rather narratively satisfying. Death of the author, by the audience.
Then Shirogane Tsumugi was crushed by debris.