The Guitarist Of Hope (Pre-Killing Game Danganronpa X Male Reader)

Restoring the Guitarist, part 4

Y/N's POV
2:35 PM

I woke up, and opened my eyes, seeing the white and gray pattern on the roof of Mikan's office...reminds me of the base back in Jabberwock, though I don't really want to remember that, since that's where everything went to hell.

I looked around the room, and Mikan wasn't anywhere to be found, so I'm assuming she went to go get work from her class or maybe she just wanted to go hang out with her classmates...wish I could hang out with my own, though.

I slowly lifted myself from the bed with whatever strength I had, and It felt weird, my body didn't feel like a body at all...it was more like if I was controlling a puppet or a doll with loose strings.

"...m-may as well g-go s-say hi to m-my classmates."

As I was about to get off the bed, the door creaked open, and quickly got closed...someone certainly didn't want to be caught with how quickly they closed it.

"...w-who's there?"

???: "it's someone you know."

"..."

...that voice certainly didn't sound like someone I knew.
I'm in no condition to fight, so I had to find a way to escape, hiding wasn't an option, since they know I'm here...thank god for Metal Gear Solid games, but...why does that voice sound familiar, and why...are they speaking English?

I tried my best to get out of bed, but since my legs aren't working, I'll have to improvise.

???: "how are you?"

"...i-im feeling okay, you?"

???: "heh, I'm not the one bedridden, by the way, I brought you sodas...the ones you like..."

...the fact that they know me, but I don't know them was weird already, but now they also know the sodas i always make Makoto buy for me?
Wait, how am I going to get to the floor without making noise...?
Ah, screw it...I may as well just fall to the floor.
I moved myself to the edge of the bed, and let myself go, falling down onto the cold floor, making a loud thud.

???: "what are you doing?"

"...n-nothing."

I rolled my way to the left side of the room, and hid under the bed.
Whoever was in here burst the curtains open, and I heard an annoyed grunt...guess they didn't expect me to be able to move.

???: "...alright, Y/N, where are you?"

"...as if I'd tell you."

???: "what, don't recognize my voice? Has it been that long?"

What?

"...w-who are you?"

???: "like I said, someone you know."

This guy...

???: "but, maybe this will trigger your memory...who played Marvel Vs Capcom 3 with you?"

...no way.
The only one who likes fighting games is my dad...

"...i-if you r-really a-are my dad...w-when w-was I b-born?"

Father?: "easy, it was MM/DD/YY."

...
Dad...what the hell are you doing here? How did he find me?!

Father: "is everything alright, son?"

"...n-no, i-i don't want to see you."

Father: "son..."

Suddenly, I was pulled from under the bed, and I was met with a face I haven't seen in years...

Father: "son, look-"