Danganronpa: Retirement Plan

Ch. 1: Goodbye Life Savings [2] (Daily Life)

Author Note:

This chapter was delayed (it was ready yesterday but I didn't post it) because I was busy watching Dead End Paranormal Park. 

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*ding dong, bing bong*

"Attention! It is now 7 am. You losers better get your asses up and kill someone."

I haven't even been here a full 48 hours and I'm sick of these morning announcements.

I got out of bed. I was about to put my hoodie back on after I changed clothes, but I took Gabriel's words to heart and left it. It needed to be washed anyways, so I figured I would wash it after breakfast.

I waited outside my sister's door like yesterday, this time seeing Quartz pass by.

"What are doing all by your lonesome, dear?" Quartz concernly questioned me.

"I'm going to walk with my sister to breakfast," I said. "Wanna join us?"

"Gladly." The hand model agreed.

When my sister opened her door and say Quartz, she shot a familiar glance at me. She then leaned over to whisper in my ear as the three of us walked to breakfast.

"Again?!" Fawn asked in a quiet voice.

"We're trapped with 14 other people." I whispered back. "The chances of us not running into someone on the way to breakfast is rather low."

"Do you have to keep inviting them to walk with us?" She softly complained.

"If this is your reaction to hanging out with people who aren't me, then yes," I nodded. "I do have to keep inviting them."

My sister stayed quiet after that. Things were silent so I took the liberty of changing that.

"How did you sleep last night, Quartz?" I questioned the white haired woman.

"Alright, I suppose." She replied. "You two?"

"Same." Fawn muttered.

"Yeah, me too." I added on.

I should have choose a better topic.

"So, Quartz," I looked to the hand model. "What do you think of our situation? I haven't asked may people about it, but I don't think most of us are buying the whole killing game thing."

"I think it's ridiculous," She bluntly admitted. "Whoever sent us our letters must get a kick out of making us think the only way to leave and get our talent back is murder."

"Yeah," I nodded. "We may have showed up after receiving a letter about the possibility of getting retitled, but killing for an Ultimate talent is extreme."

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"Doesn't that make you curious as to how everyone lost their talents and why they showed up here?" Quartz planted the question in my head. "Aside from Nora, we know everyone here showed up because they got a letter saying they could get possibly their talent back."

"It certainly is an interesting thought," I agreed with her. "But I wouldn't want to pry into someone's life and ask for that sensitive information."

"I understand." Quartz said.

Upon stepping foot into the dinning room, were instantly greeted by Minerva. She had a notepad and pen ready, as if she were about to question us.

"Did Nora ask you that question about how the other participants lost their titles too?" The journalist asked the three of us.