Frenzy (Pokémon Danganronpa)

Prologue

There are many questions as to why Pokemon desire things. Everyone in life reacts differently to certain scenarios, and the study of it has been done in the most salvageable way possible.

However, studies can be more than just for the sake of science. There are certain cases for pleasure, curiosity, or even boredom. Hidden in the corners of the world, the shadow of morality starts another study out of morbid curiosity...the Frenzy Mansion.

Though...they have one step to complete beforehand.

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???'s POV

A gentle breeze flushed through the row of trees waiting in front of me, the leaves swaying and brushing against each other in the wind. With this calming motion, I found myself gazing into the night sky, a beautiful pattern of stars and colo—

"Galant! Get back inside, boy, it's dark!" A rough, almost battle-scarred voice called from the inside of the house behind me.

As if I couldn't get two minutes of silence by myself, my father wanted me back inside.

My eyes scrolled down to gaze at my bladed arms. I had no clue what I—a very capable Gallade—was still doing in a house with my father.

I love him very much, but things have to change, and I'm definitely old enough to leave by now.

"Right..." I mumbled to myself, my stare rising to the long path ahead of me.

The moment I turned away from the road, I felt a strong presence shiver down my spine. With this, I immediately shift my attention towards the trees, now offering them a glare.

Everything around me swayed ever so slightly harsher than usual, and I felt myself raise an arm in preparation. My throat felt the need to call out to whoever was out there, but I managed to stop whenever I locked eye contact with a pair of scarlet red pupils.

In a matter of a few seconds, the darkness of every corner filled up with pairs of many-colored eyes, overwhelming the confidence of my retinas.

One breath is all I could take before the eyes dissipated...but so did my consciousness.

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THIRD PERSON

With one conscious mind awoken, a chain reaction occurs, and suddenly a group of unknowing victims of a horrible disaster find themselves in a dark area, all separated by rooms.

One by one, each innocent soul rose groggily from the deep sleep, trudging their way near a door.

From the comfort of a living room came an overwhelming amount of noise coming from the large array of doors.

A loud crash was heard, and from the other side of one door came a dazed Gallade, holding onto the furniture for dear life.

"What the...hell..." His nearly shattered voice panted, a terrified gaze analyzing the room.

The interior was large enough to be considered a mansion, the roof littered with beautiful chandeliers and decoration, while the floor was spacious and organized with royalty-like chairs and tables.

That was the only minute the Gallade had to look before his attention was torn to another door next to him.

From the other side calmly opened a reserved Zoroark, her shy gaze immediately locking with the psychic-fighting type's confused one.

"Am I...dreaming?" The feminine dark-type uttered, her voice sweet yet silky.

"I don't think so..." The Gallade muttered. "Just...remember your name. That's the most important part right now."