Danganronpa: Retirement Plan

Interlude I

Author Note:

Originally, I was going to wait to post this until it more sense, but it's available on Quotev and AO3 so there's no reason to hide it from Wattpad readers.

Sorry for keeping this from you. 😥 

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I struggled for breath, as I felt an increasing pain in my neck. The more I tried to free myself, the more the force was tightened. I couldn't scream and my body was far too weak to fight back.

...

Everything went black and the pain stopped.

That was quick.

...

An obnoxious beeping trickled into both my ears. It got louder and louder, much harder for me to ignore.

I swear, whoever's making that is gonna get it when I wake up.

I forced my eyes open, instantly regretting my decision upon being blinded by a bright light. I winced, my vision growing spotty.

"They're awake." An unfamiliar voice stated.

Once my vision cleared, I was able to make out their braided bun and a long white coat. I scanned for a name tag of some sort, only finding one that said 'she/her'.

"Who are you?" I asked, unable to stop myself from letting out a big yawn.

"I'm your doctor." She replied. "I'm glad to say that your making a wonderful recovery, as expected."

"Recovery?" My eyes widened in confusion. "What the fuck am I recovering from?"

"Do you... not remember?" She questioned, her getting pale with worry.

"Remember what?" I asked again.

"Does the phrase ''killing game'' ring any bells?" The doctor questioned.

Killing game...

...

"I'm dead...!" I yelled, sitting up in a panic. "I'm fucking dead!"

"Well yes, you died," She corrected. "But you aren't dead anymore. It's a long process to explain; you'll understand it soon."

"So your telling me that I fucking died and somehow came back to life?!" I shouted in disbelief.

"I'm not allowed to explain things at this time." She said. "Answers will be provided, but not until she can make time for you."

"She? Who's she?" I asked.

"You'll know within a couple days." Replied the doctor.

"Days?!"

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I'm not buying this dying and coming back to life thing. I'm not scientist, but that sounds absolutely ridiculous.

Then again, so did the killing game...

And then I got fucking murdered.

Maybe it's not as ridiculous as it sounds.

It didn't take long for the doctor lady to clear me to walk around the hospital. She gave me strict instructions not to leave the hospital portion of the building and to not speak to anyone with a green collar, aside from herself.

What's with these collars anyway? I've got a red one, but I doubt it was given to me to match my style.

Walking around was weird. My balance was horrible and I had to hold onto the wall for a while so I didn't wobble with every step.