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Cold.
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Cold and hard.
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Where am I?I opened my eyes. Peaking at what was going on in front of me.
I was propped up against a wall. It appeared I was in a hallway of sorts? The floors were an odd checkered pattern- no. The lights. I looked up above to see blue lights hanging from the ceiling, causing the floor tiles to change colors. The walls were two-toned. The lower half was a dark blue color while the upper half was something of a sky blue. It was peaceful in a way. Perhaps it was just an effect of the blue lights. They went up and down the hallways, turning the corners as well. I wasn't able to tell where it ended. Several unusually clean who doors lined up against these walls. They were new and fancy.
Just where was I?
Had I pissed of gravity? My body felt like it weighed more than it should've. Or in a more descriptive sense, it felt like I was a magnet stuck to the fridge. I groaned getting up. It felt like forever until I could stand up again. My legs felt wobbly and my head was a bit dizzy. How long have I been here? Was I being fed?
I groaned again. I did my best to stretch my body out. I wasn't tied up or anything. That's a good sign, right? Unless I was stuck in one of those sick horror movies where they hunt you for sport. Which wasn't a too far fetched idea in this situation. Felt like I was taking junior high gym all over again. Stretching out my arms, twisting my waist around, holding my knee in place. Granted, that was the only way I knew how to stretch myself out.
I looked around again. Not sure of what though. Anything would and could be a blessing or curse.
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I could try one of those doors.
I looked at one of the clean white doors next to me with hesitation. Was I really about to snoop around? I guess that's what you end up doing anyways when you're given the title of the ultimate journalist. Worse came to worse, I'd be shot dead outside.
Just open it up.
I kept repeating that line in my head. Gave me faint memories of when I was in junior high and my friends had dared me to summon Hanako-San. It was a test of courage. A game played by fools. Snap out of it. Snap out of it and just OPEN THE DOOR... with that I swung the door open, tensing slightly at what was to come. But nothing did. I examined the room in front of me. It was a bedroom. Was I in a home? There was nothing in the bedroom to note- I was wrong. It stood out like a sore thumb. It was beautiful. An island of sorts with endless entertainment outside. Where the hell was I?
I wasn't in anywhere I've been before. Maybe? I tried to scan through my memories of the scene set it front of me. It was something to note down so I wouldn't forget.. my bag. I quickly looked to my side. My bag. It was brown and old. I had gotten it years ago as a birthday gift. Originally it was meant for travel but I had started to use it to carry my note pad and laptop around. How did I not notice it? Shock factor? Most likely. I was too focused on my surroundings to even begin to take notice of what I actually needed. I couldn't help but squeal. Was I too loud? It didn't matter.
I rushed myself into the bedroom, I almost fell over in my chair as I dug out my laptop from my bag. Opening it up I waited in excitement for it to load up. My luck just kept getting better. It was at full charge. I typed in the password, I could feel myself jump for joy- this was a chance at escape! I just need a.. I could feel my smile wither away. My head was left blank as I read the bottom corner of the screen. The oh so familiar sign that left me so angry before had me whining like a child again. No signal.
DAMMIT. I stuffed my laptop back in my bag. A little too aggressively. I could've broken it, but even if I did, what's the point? Not like I would be able to get out of here. Why couldn't I get a signal? I suppose I was in the middle of nowhere. I felt like crying. I wanted to cry. But I couldn't. A sense of hopelessness rushed over me. So I just slumped in my chair. I've been awake for.. how long? And I was just starting to think of how unbelievable this situation was. I couldn't even remember how I got here. My mind must've been wiped blank of everything before this moment in time. What is a girl to do- a camera? I noticed it from the corner of my eye. A security camera. It was round but in the shape of a dome camera. Allowing it to move around while seeing everything in the room. Freaky.
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Danganropa: Still Tides
FanfictionI'm going to be honest. This is a fanfic I decide to write using handful of my old Ocs that needed revamping. The uploading will be inconsistent. You read from the point of view of Fukumoto Saichi. The ultimate journalist. One of the sixteen studen...