Danganronpa: Until Proven Guilty

Chapter Three - 7: Sweet Honey Homicide

repost with the death toll bc IM STUPID

happy late birthday to charlotte!! her birthday was the 25th of January!
everyone's favourite dummy thicc twitch thot. shame her death was so...shocking.
ok gn

also another important update for today: the upg extras book is in the works! after i saw my fellow fangan writer and wonderful mutual _moodyblues_ publishing their extras book (sorry for the mention but shoutout to them, you should totally read their fangan. i worked on some art for them and they're super sweet so read their fangan 😡)
it probably won't be posted for a little while but i just wanted to provide that update ☺️

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"Kihona?"
I feel it again - darkness surrounding me, engulfing me. Wrapping me in a tight blanket. Such a familiar feeling, though cold and discomforting. Almost damp.
"Kihona?"
Yet this time the voice is soft and concerned. Clearly a male voice, looming over me with their gentle presence.
"Hey, wake up."
Another voice, this time lower and more hoarse, yet still so soothing. And I can't even begin to put faces to the names.
"Up, you."
Before I can even process the voice, something whacks at my hip hard, pain spreading through my body like electricity. My eyes open, the light flooding in, and I see it all.

I remember it all.
"Amai!" I yelp, jolting upright. I don't even focus on the three heads surrounding me, just ahead. Where Amai's dead body had once been.
And yet the bathroom is empty, left with only a trace of bloodstains where she once was.
Three faces hang above me, belonging to Ayana, Kohi and, irritatingly enough, Kaso. The mere sight of that man's chiselled, smug face makes me want to fall back into the darkness.
"You passed out, Kihona," Ayana says, holding out her hand to me. I grab it with hesitance, the points on her pristine black acrylics tickling my palm.
When I know I'm on my feet, I brush off my clothes, though I know there's no dust. Yet I feel dirty all the same. Wrong. As if I shouldn't be here.
"You look like shit," Kaso smirks, placing a hand on my shoulder so firm, I feel like I'll crumble under his weight. Biting my lip, I feel a fire raging in my throat and all I want to do is scream 'you stupid dick' right in his face.
I rub my head as it throbs, trying to keep myself upright, "Mi-Mitsuharu."
"H-he's gone off somewhere," Kohi flushes, racing towards me, "You sit down, Kihona."
He settles me onto the bed behind me, and I almost collapse into it. The world around me spins like a never ending carousel. Up and down, around and around, swimming in a whirlpool of fuzzy colours and white noise. Nausea fills my stomach.
"Why are you in here, Kaso?" Ayana mutters, placing her cold hand against my head, examining my whole face.
Kaso raises an eyebrow, straightening his posture from his usual slouch against the wall. Those thin, smooth lips spread into a devious grin, his fiery blue eyes burning in my chest, "Huh? Oh, I'm just chillin'. And checkin' out your ass."
"H-hey, stop that!" Kohi protests, waving his arms frantically at Kaso. What he may be trying to achieve is beyond me, "Ayana isn't an object, she's a human being! And a lovely one at that."
Kaso wheezes, clutching his stomach as he hurls with laughter. His roars of hilarity fill the room, the splitting pain in my skull only worsening.
"Wow, you really want her in bed, man!" He yells, "Nice goin', but you know she only falls for men with mega dicks and enough game to plant a baby in her."
Ayana frowns, her voice quiet and feeble, "Cut it out, Kaso."
"You can get it if you really try," He continues to sneer, grabbing Kohi by the scruff of his shirt, "But you won't get much outta it. I destroyed her years ago, so good luck gettin' anything outta that."
I want to speak, to stand up and rip his sour ass face right off, yet the room spinning around me keeps me trapped on the bed, only able to muster a small groan before collapsing back into the pillow.
"I'm not just chillin', actually," Kaso grins, "I'm here for one reason and one reason only."
"Go on," Ayana says, stepping further towards the door. As if she knows he'll lash out.