The looks of despair and betrayal on everyone's faces was a rush like no other. The nice, cheerful girl who was slowly being crushed by the weight of the killing game was now standing strong as their enemy. It was beautiful. "Ahhh, what a shame, it has to end in your execution. How is it? Are you filled with despair?" I laughed at their faces. What fun. What joy.
"Wait, what?" Tenko screamed in panicked confusion. "None of the evidence points to you!"
"Oh, why thank you!" I said happily. "I did my best, really. Now, does anyone have anything they want me to clarify before I get the execution started?"
"Yes!" Kokichi raised his hand. "Why?"
"Why what?"
"I think he means why did you make us kill each other?" Shuichi spoke for him. He had such an aura of betrayal and sadness. Such beautiful despair.
"Aww, are you heartbroken? Well. It was for despair. For Junko Enoshima. A game of killing the last survivors of humanity, only to send the winner back to a barren wasteland...what joy indeed!" I sighed dreamily. "Imagine thinking you survived, ready to go back to normal, and then as soon as you got back home, learned that no one was there, and that the planet is an unrecognizable dump...ah, just thinking about it makes me giddy..." I took a pause to see their faces. See if they were imagining it. "Well! I guess I'll just give the explanation. Basically, I infiltrated the Gofer Project, then wiped your memories, gave you new ones with these cool flashback lights, and BAM! Killing game! And Rantaro was already the lone survivor from the last one, so he got the survivor talent, and I got Monokuma to do all these motives, and then I put everything I needed to in a flashback light of my own and wiped my memory and played along with you guys!" I clapped my hands. "Explanation over! The author is so sick of writing this and just wants to get this shit uploaded, so I'm going to execute you guys now!"
"You too? Who's this author you and Tsumugi are mentioning?" Keebo asked, confused and desperate. Fuck you Keebo I've been writing this bitch for almost four years I'm done. In the blink of an eye, everyone, myself included were tied to school desks, on a conveyer belt, on our way to a crushing demise. Figures I would be too — I did vote, after all. Everyone's screams and pleas were drowned out in my ears. Did they not understand the rules? Of course they were going to die. They guessed wrong. Little by little, they got smaller, until I was the only one who needed to die. Just before I got crushed, though, a hand pulled me far away from the machine, and my senses went dark. All I remembered was a voice—
"Sorry, I lied."
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Alternate (Shuichi Saihara x fem reader)
FanfictionI terribly rewrite drv3 and give it so many romantic subplots that not even I can keep up with it
