Fanganronpa: The Ultimate Killing Game

Bleeding Hearts

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In the corner of the room, curtains are pulled back to reveal a giant lottery machine. It's made all of gold, and across the top is an image of Monokuma wearing a suit, complete with a top hat and cane. The three slots begin spinning wildly, until all three slow down and land on Junko's face. As it stopped, the whole machine lights up, confetti coming out of nearby horns and the word 'GUILTY' flashing in red below the slots.

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"Uh oh! Looks like eleven of your twelve votes were correct! The killer was in fact, Junko Enoshima! Seriously, voting for yourself, soldier? What kind of loser does that? Puhuhuhu!"

We did it. We found the killer, but... I think I created a huge rift between us. If this was really the truth, then Mukuro is going to live. And she's the one who planned everything.

Monokuma flew up from his throne and sat at the foot. "Now go on and have your angsty teen drama. Come on, don't be shy! I brought snacks!"

"Shut up." Leon spat at the ground beside him. "You stay out of it this time."

"No can do! I'll have to dole out punishment, remember? Consider it a grace that I let you say your last goodbyes." He stuffed popcorn in his mouth. Where does he always get that bowl from, exactly?

"There's no need." Mukuro stalked up to Monokuma,going around the rest of us at the stands. When she reached Monokuma, they stared at each other, unblinking. Then she fell to her knees and bowed. "Punish me instead, please."

"Mukuro, what are you doing?" Junko grabbed her arm. "Don't be stupid; get up!"

"I'm the one who planned all this," she said flatly, not listening. "I'm the one who killed Hiro, even if I didn't land the killing blow myself. So execute me instead. We all know that this is what's fair." She looked back up, face devoid of emotion. "Don't we?"

"*yawwwn* Goodness, this must be what it's always like for you, huh?" Monokuma pulled a- Is that a live salmon?- out of his bucket of popcorn. "This must be just one more dead face for you! I've seen your records, you know. Your codename was 'The Iron Mask' because you never cried once except then."

"What?" She stood up. "You wouldn't-"

"Well, they did catch you as the accomplice. Isn't it only fair that they know what pushed you to this point? Honestly, it's like you have no heart at all for your classmates! Puhuhuhu!"

"Wait!" Chihiro plead. "Don't tell us! Whatever we think of her right now, you shouldn't reveal her secret! That's supposed to be her choice!"

"Yeah! You don't get to decide that for her!" Junko stomped her foot down on the gilded tile. The hollow sound echoed around the room.

"Well.... If you all unanimously decide you don't wanna know, then maybe I'll keep quiet! What do ya say?"

"Tell us." Celeste put a metal clad finger over her lips, grinning widely. "I believe we have earned it."

"Celeste!" Why did she say that?!

"Okay!"

Wow, no hesitation! Then again, I don't know what I expected.

"No, please!" Junko begged. "If you tell us... then what was any of this even for?!"

"Jeez, you're a boring kid. Shut up!" He almost whacked her on the head, but Mukuro's death glare stopped him. "Oops! Almost broke my own rule! Whoopsies!"