Kokichi POV
As I walked through the dark hallways of the filming studio, my eyes scanned back and forth. I looked for the door reading 105. That was the meeting room. Today I was meeting with the producers about developing a character for the next season of Danganronpa. 105. There it was. I turned the door knob and stepped in. The producers sat at a table, littered with papers, pencils, and concept art. I quickly took a seat, my nerves getting the best of me. We discussed many things. They started to ask me questions about myself. Just the normal things. What year I'm in, favorite food, just random things like that. Then they asked, "What kind of music do you listen to, Kokichi?" I quickly replied, "Oh, I like Michael Jackson!!" My face quickly turned red with embarrassment. The producers chuckled. They quickly wrote down a couple notes. After a minute, they dismissed me, and asked me to wait outside for a couple minutes. As I walked out, I couldn't help but feel worried. Did Michael Jackson mess it all up?
After a couple minutes of waiting they called me back into the room. "Alright, Kokichi. We have decided you'll be the main antagonist." One of the producers said. "Oh my gosh, you're kidding!!" I said with excitement. "But we have a couple of notes for you." They said. "Of course, go ahead!" I replied.
"We need you to laugh like Michael Jackson."
" h u h ? ? " I asked. I was... confused to say the least.
"Michael Jackson. We need you to laugh like him." They said. "Well, uh. I don't think I've ever heard Michael Jackson laugh.." I said, boggled. "Well, try your best." They said. I stood up, nervous. With a deep breath, I took a chance and I went for it.
" Nee Hee Hee!" I laughed.
Shuichi POV
I waited outside of the filming studio for Kokichi. How come his meeting was longer than mine? I hope everything is okay. Suddenly, the door opened and out walked Kokichi. He was as pale as a ghost. Sure, he was already a pale kid, but it was as if all blood has been drained from his face. "Hey, Ouma-kun! Are you okay?" I asked. He kinda stood there, zoned out. Slowly his head raised to look at me. And the only words he uttered were...
"Michael Jackson"
