OSCRONPA: Deadly Island Dreams

Prolouge

CW: TONS OF CURSING, A TON OF BULLYING BY FLOWER AND CO, AND A TON OF SIMPING FOR PIN BECAUSE YES QUEEN. ALSO, EVERYONE'S BAD TRAITS ARE WORSE.

[Flower sighs as she-]

"Woah woah whoa creepy narrator! This is my fuc- freaking story!"

Yeah. You're probably wondering what in the world is going on. Well, let me introduce myself.

I'm (THE ONE AND ONLY) flower, the SHSL seamstress! (also known as the Goddess of lesbianism. Oh and sweaters!)

I'm 17 years old, so I'm better than a ton of people! (well, 16 and a half but close enough!)

I'm going to go to- wait a freaking minute! Why is everything dark? I swear I was in my bedroom a minute ago?

Is that an ocean I hear? Am I going crazy? I'm gonna fucking sue that weird narrator if that's what it is!

[... okay, fuxk you too, but let me continue.]

[Flower's eyes widen at the sight of blue, starting like a dot and weaving itself into the darkness, white clouds floating across]

That description sounds cringey! Stop being cringey!

[NAH! Cope loser- anyways, Flower sits up from the sand, taking a look around. The ocean waves crash onto the sand, the sudden noise, causing Flower to scramble away from the shore.]

Seriously scringe! Like do you not feel some freaking shame!?

[She gets up from the ground to come face to face with a shorter girl, her round eyes staring curiously at the former.]

"Um, are you okay?" She asks. "If you are, then I'm Ruby!" She jumps up and smiles excitedly.

"I'm... Flower." Shit. Why did I pause. Why. Why. Why why. Why???

[Ruby notices Flower's nervousness and goes back to frowning at Flower.]

"Uhmm... if you're not Okay then uhhh.. I'm not a doctor so..."

'That really doesn't help. It doesn't help at all'

"Well I'll be OK if you can tell me whAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!" Flower shouts mid-sentence.

"Hey! No need to shout!" She complains.

"Alright let's Just- look around okay?"

[The girls go to search for someone else, and run into the other 14.]

"Goiys, loik ovier theior!" A tan girl who's blue hair was held in two space buns points at us. I kinda wanted to steal her looks. They were decent.

Not her fit though, her white crop-top was plain and her oversized jacket had Bubble patterns, same with her soft pants. GOD it was ugly- but probably comfy so who the hell am I to judge?

"Do you know what's going on?" A pale red-haired girl who was scarily sexy suddenly starts talking. Her hair was about shoulder length, and she wore a black headband with a small pin on it. She wore a red long sleeve shirt with a black apron with a pocket that had a drawing of yet another red pin. So many object motifs already- it's so freaking silly!

[What a hypocrite. No matter. Let's describe her. Flower wore her pink dreadlocks in a ponytail behind her using a yellow band, wearing a furry pink oversized sweater with flower designs to cover her skinny frame. Her skin was like dark chocolate and was a stark contrast to her golden eyes. Eye bags sat below her previously mentioned eyes. She wore jeans but they were invisible under her sweater. She wore white knee-high socks with pink flats that were worn after years of use.]