Danganronpa Alternate Universe (What if...?)

A Solution, Revolution, and New Boundaries

I stared at Mukuro, who looked up at me, not with malice, but with amusement.

She laughed very softly, "My, my, Sherlock Holmes has cracked the case."

"But, you were devastated when you found her!" Fujisaki shakingly whimpered.

"you really believed that utter bullshit? You're funny, Fujisaki."

I was startled, "I don't understand-"

"You will in a second so sit down, shut up, and put your listening ears on. I'll tell you a little bedtime story, you brats.

Two sisters with similar videos. We both had something to do with family. Although Junko's video was about her gang being, ah, run off of the road. Mine was about my family's fortune being closer than ever. My father was days away from dying, and we were going to collect the inheritance. I asked monokuma if I could pay my way out of the game, so I can live out my dream as a noble amongst royalty. Monokuma responded poorly, saying that my decision is not entertaining towards him. So I had no choice. I placed a bet. On the poor, unlucky soul in charge of trash detail. Naegi."

"So that's why you played cards with me! So you can have access to the trash room! Not because you were bored, but because you knew I would give you access!" Naegi sputtered, panicked.

"Precisely. I used my skills as a gambler and purposely lost my game, so I could take care of the trash for two weeks. I received the key, and now had access to the one room where no one looks for things. I gave Junko a message asking for her to come to this very spot so I could "console her for her losses", as a supportive sister would. Little did she know, I had a small trick up my sleeve. A pair of broken scissors in fact, as it was, you know, up my sleeve. I fatally sliced her neck when she closed her eyes for guided meditation, she died within seconds. I dumped her body in the bin and burnt all of my clothes. I walked to my room with a robe I brought with me in the corner of the room. In my hurry I forgot to close the door, a rookie mistake. It led me here."

"So you played to everyone's emotions? Why?" Ishimaru shivered as he spoke.

"BECAUSE I DON'T CARE ABOUT A SINGLE ONE OF YOU EXCEPT MYSELF. IT WAS ALL ABOUT MY PLAN TO GET OUT OF HERE AND IF YOU FREAKS WOULDN'T HAVE GOTTEN IN MY WAY I WOULD BE FINE AND OUT OF HERE." Mukuro yelled across the room to him.

"Hey! Don't yell like that!" Owada put a comforting hand on Takas shoulder.

"CAN IT MAN BUN I DO AS I PLEASE. Now if everyone will excuse me, I have no father, no sister, and no money. I failed. I have nothing else. Monokuma, give me your worst." Mukuro maliciously turned toward the two-toned bear, who was eating a bag of Cheeto puffs.

"Fine by me! Everyone! It's punishment time!"

"Wait!" I called out, thinking of something, "I have a question...for Mukuro actually." I turned towards the gambler.

"What is it? We don't have all day." She said icily.

"Were you the one who attacked Asahina? Before?" I asked.

Mukuro stared at me, trying to decide my intentions, before sighing. "No, I didn't. Whoever it was, it still remains a mystery. I have no knowledge of another party." She looked at us with a hint of sorrow, "The little humility I have left I will give to you guys. I'm sorry for your loss, and she...she rests peacefully." The girl stared at us all for a final time before looming her gaze back to Monokuma.

"Well? Do what you have to do..." Mukuro looked to the ground, defeated.

The two-toned bear himself shrugged, then took out a small gavel, and hit a button in front of him.

What I didn't expect was a chain extending from the ceiling to capture the helpless gambler, and drag her towards an unknown room.

I guess the execution has begun...

Execution Titled: "Fit for a Queen"

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Mukuro Ikusaba, the SHSL gambler, is carted into view by a horse with a cart. The girl has her hands bound by a thick rope. Thousands of figures watch as the girl is pulled from the cart by the executioner, who is Monokuma, or a Monokuma replica.

Ikusaba is taken over to a stage, where a revolution era weapon is placed. A tower with a massive, silver blade, formerly known as the guillotine.

Invented in 1789 the blade was used prominently during the French Revolution, the last victim of that era being Maximilien Robespierre, the person who started the craze in the revolution. Ironic, isn't it?

Ikusaba is fitted underneath the blade, while the thousands of onlookers chant her name.

The executioner pulls up the blade... (Five)

The blade is far up on the tower, the crowd quiets down slightly... (Four)

Ikusaba starts shaking, terrified of her fate, the blade waits still... (Three)

A hushed silence washes over the crowd, it is eerily quiet... (Two)

The executioner waits for the right moment to let go, everyone waits in anticipation... (One)

The blade is dropped.

The stage collapses.

And Ikusaba is no more. 
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