Dangan Ronpa Minecraft

Chapter 5: Second Floor

We went out of the trial room in silence. "He actually..." Jerome muttered. "This... This isn't right..."

"This is sick. Like not the good sick, the screwed up sick." Rianna shuddered.

"No shit Sherlock." Mitch sighed.

"We almost all died for almost voting Jason." Adam admitted. "Sorry dood."

"It's ok." I smiled.

We wandered around for a while and found a staircase. "This wasn't here before..." Seto muttered.

Herobrine appeared. "Why the crap are you here?" Ty asked.

"Well that's no sort of greeting." Herobrine frowned.

"Well sor-ee, you trapped us in here, the only way to get out of here is murder and we have to go through one hell of a trial!" Simon glared at him.

"Anyways, every time you survive a trial you get a new floor!" Herobrine announced and disappeared.

We looked at each other and walked up the stairs. The second floor consisted of some washrooms, a game room, sauna and change rooms and a tech room. "None of this tech even works." Bodil pressed the power button.

"RAGE QUIT!!!" Simon smashed a keyboard.

"I could probably fix these, I am Ultimate Minecraft Level Tech after all." Ty picked up a music player.

"You better, we might get some info about this place." Tyler kicked a computer.

"Why is there a dome projector alarm clock here?" Adam asked.

"To tell time, duh." Rianna sighed.

I opened a door and there was a folder. It read, Building costs. "Building costs?" I wondered aloud.

Jerome walked over and took the folder and opened it. "Building cost for Martin." He read. "Please keep in mind that Martin has legal rights to either keep it hand the building over to whom he desires. Once he hands the building over he cannot get it back. Costs 4500 dollars to build."

"Who's Martin?" Brice asked.

"I dunno." Seto shrugged.

"I believe he must be in our mist." Mitch guessed. "If I were Martin I would come here no matter what."

"E-even if it involves death?" Bash stuttered. "Who c-could stand that?"

"Martin can." Quentin replied.

"Who the hell is Martin?!" Simon shouted. "One of you are, and I know it!"

"It is now 10:00 pm! We are now entering the night hours!" Herobrines voice boomed.

I sat in my bed thinking about the recent events. Someone actually murdered? Who's Martin? Who's making us do this? The questions flew though my mind like bullets, only having enough time to think about them for a split second. My mind was all jumbled up too...

-NEXT DAY-

Everyone came in faster today. Probably from the fear of getting murdered. No one talked much. It was gonna be a long day...

-TIME SKIPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPZZZZZZZZ-

I was in the tech room looking at the folder again. I found a few more too saying stuff about despair and shit. "J-Jason?" I heard Bodil ask.

"Yes?" I nodded.

"You don't think I'm guilty do you?" He sat down and looked down at his hands. "It's just that... Everyone's assuming I'm Martin and I don't know... Who were we Jason? What was our lives like before this?"

"I-I don't know..." I muttered.

"It's just that, I think something's messing with us... When we were looking in here earlier... I found photos of me building something, parkoring... B-basically stuff that
s-seems well... Normal." Bodil took something out of his pocket and gave it to me.

I took it and flipped though the pictures. "You're there too... Everyone who's stuck here's there..." Bodil explained.

"Would this be considered a motive?" I asked.

Bodil just shrugged and started walking out. "Thanks for talking Jase."

"Jase?" I smiled.

"Yeah, that's gonna be your nickname." He replied and walked out.

-NEXT DAY (again)-

At around noon Herobrine gave us a new motive. I guessed it. It was the photos. "What? I don't remember any of this!" Adam gasped.

"If you murder and then you survive the class trial you'll know what that is!" Herobrine smiled and walked away.

"Someone won't kill over this right?" Brice asked hopefully.

"I hope not." Bodil shook his head.

-NEXT DAY-

I sat on my bed and sighed. Another day in the Mansion of Mutual Killing as Herobrine called it. "JASON! JASON! JASON!" Simon screamed. "HURRY!"

"What happened?" I asked worriedly.

"Hurry!" Simon shouted and ran.

I ran after Simon and we went into the locker room. He gestured me to a locker and I stumbled. Everything was dizzy.