Danganronpa: Retirement Plan

Ch. 1: Goodbye Life Savings [3] (Daily Life)

Author Note:

Guess who updated the cover?

It was me.

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*ding dong, bing bong*

"Rise and shine you poor losers! It's 7 am and the perfect time to kill a fellow participant and get some cash!"

I haven't seen Tiger the Dog since the first day here, but these more personalized announcements that she does are really making my blood boil.

I got up and my put my now clean hoodie on when I got ready this morning. I was already getting used to my routine here, waiting outside my sister's room and chatting with anyone who passed by.

I'm getting comfortable here, when I don't think I should be.

"Good morning, Felix," Minerva greeted me. "Why are you just standing in the hallway?"

"I'm waiting for my sister." I explained to the journalist. "We usually walk together to the dining room. Wanna join us?"

"Sure." The red haired girl agreed. "I have questions for you two, anyways."

"Questions?" My sister fearfully gasped.

"Oh! I love questions!" I countered my sister's reaction.

Fawn didn't need an explanation today. She simply walked beside me, pulled her beanie down in hopes of hiding from Minerva's questions.

"I've been trying to piece together any possible similarities, anything really, that we all have with each other." Minerva explained, readying her pencil. "Talking to everyone is taking me a while, though."

"Is l-like an interview?" My sister asked.

"Yeah," Nodded her. "But if you can't answer something that's okay."

"I'll probably do all the talking for the both of us." I explained to her.

"Oh, alright then," She pulled out her pencil and flipped to a clean sheet of paper on her notepad. "When were you titled and when was your titled revoked?"

"I got mine when I was 14 and then lost it when I was around 16, close to 17." I told the journalist. "Fawn got hers when she was 13 and then her title was revoked earlier this year."

"Mhm," Minerva quickly wrote down our replies. "How many times have you arrested?"

"What?!" My eyes widened from shock.

"You have my word as the Ultimate Journalist—" Minerva began to say.

"Ex Ultimate Journalist." Fawn quietly corrected her.

"Oh, right," Minerva blushed, covering her mouth from embarrassment. "You have my word that I won't share your answers will anyone else here without your consent."

"Your credibility isn't the problem," I shook my head. "It's the question."

"You'd be surprised with the answers I've gotten from some of the others," She stated. "It seems worth asking if there's a potential connection to be made."

"Zero." I answered. "For both of us."

"Alright," She seemed to cross two names off a list. "Any family or close friends that are or were Ultimates?"

"Just Fawn." I smiled, glancing to my sister. Her expression changed to bashful as she cover her eyes with her hands. "She was the first one in our family to get one."