Dangan Ronpa Minecraft

Chapter 12: And Yet... Another Trial

"GUYS! GUYS! COME QUICK!" I screamed.

Very soon everyone came down. "Holy shit!" Ian gasped.

"Why would s-someone do s-such a thing?" Brice whimpered.

He kneeled down next to the bodies and cried. Riannas eyes started to open. "R-Ri!

C-c'mon stay a-alive!" Brice started to smile.

"Holy shitcakes..." Riannas voice was quiet and hoarse. "E-everything's coming back... All you d-dinguses are there too... W-we knew each other before th-this..."

"No! Ri! Y-you can m-make it!" Brice shouted.

"C'mon Ri, stay alive..." I murmured. "You're strong..."

"Ri! Who attacked you?!" Adam shouted.

"I-Iron..." Rianna replied and slowly shut her eyes.

"N-n-no!" Brice whimpered.

"Du du duuuun! A body has been found! There will be a short investigation and then we will hold a household trial!" Herobrines voice boomed.

Tyler looked around confusedly. "Hey guys, where's Jerome?"

"He murdered them!" Brice screamed.

"C'mon doods! Jerome is the most calm, innocent and happy bacca ever!" Mitch protested. "He wouldn't have done it!"

"Are you sure?" Seto raised an eyebrow. "Jerome probably did, he's the only one not here."

"Jerome would never do such a thing!" Mitch shouted.

"Are you sure?" Seto repeated.

"I'm su-" Mitch started.

"Anyways." Seto interrupted. "Lets go look for the bacca."

We nodded. On the second floor we heard banging coming from a locker. I slowly opened it and there was an iron golem wedged inside. Me and a few other people grabbed ahold of it and pulled it out. "Ow!" Someone from inside the golem exclaimed.

I grabbed the head and yanked it off. "Oh thank Notch!" Jerome gasped. "It was getting stuffy in there!"

"Now let's get to the main question here, why did you murder Simon and Rianna?" Quentin asked.

"Huh?" Jerome asked.

"Don't tell me you didn't do it!" Brice screamed. "You were the only one not there when it happened!"

" 'It'?" Jerome tilted his head in confusion.

I sighed and looked at the suit he was wearing. "Jerome, why are there iron clasps on the suit?"

"I dunno." Jerome replied. "I got a memo saying to meet up at around 4:30am in here and then I was knocked out and stuck in this costume! Now could you get it off?"

"Can't you take it off?" Seto asked.

"No! These hands hardly move! It's really hard to move the fingers. And plus, the clasps are to small for the hands anyways. I can't even bend at the waist!" Jerome explained.

"You shouldn't build shit that you can't take off by yourself!" Sukio shook his head.

"But I didn't build it!" Jerome protested.

"Where's your proof?" Quentin asked.

"As I said, I got a memo!" Jerome replied.

We took off the suit. "Where's the memo?" I asked.

"Right here." Jerome shoved his hand in his pocket and frowned. "Not that one... Maybe the other one?"

He sighed after he took his hand out of the other pocket. "Can't find it." He sighed.

"Until you prove yourself innocent, you're still the guilty one." Seto started to walk away to check for evidence.

We all follwed him slowly, Jerome being the last of us. "They both died from head wounds." Adam observed.

"And there's a bloody cart thing over there." Seto added.

Then a few of us looked around in different areas. I saw paint on the floor. "This is the same colour as the numbers on the ingots." I muttered.

Quentin dipped his finger in the paint. "It's still wet..."

Ian sighed. "We hardly have any evidence."

I went to the washroom. There was an iron ingot in the sink with paint smears on it. "Houseguests, make your way to the trial room immediately!" Herobrines voice laughed.

As usual the elevator was silent...

Will we live through this?