Frenzy (REBOOT) (Pokémon Danganronpa)

Chapter 8: Sunlight

ZANTAI'S POV

The ride back through the elevator was entirely silent. If I could see in the dark I would see everyone's gazes glued to the floor. No one was brave enough to speak, nor were they even motivated to move with haste once we reached the surface. The platform clicked onto a hinge and the floor was left exactly as it was before—even the furniture was brought to its normal spot.

"I..." Vanta exhaled. "We need some rest...please, everyone, don't fight and go to bed..."

No reply.

It seems like everyone agrees that it's too late to fight. I was no exception; the moment after hearing his words I had already made it to my dorm. After shoving the door open, my eyes focused on a figure halfway across the room.

Sherwood was leaning against the wall, his head pressed up against the metal sheets covering the windows.

Choosing to respect his privacy, I knocked my knuckles against the door before closing it behind me.

"S'cuse me..." I muttered to him and sat at the edge of the bed.

"No fret, pal. I heard ya..." He voiced while he turned his head to offer me a weak smile. "I just...needed to think."

"About?" I tilted my head and made myself comfortable under the sheets. All I wanted now was to sleep, but maybe a little conversation could help, especially after all the fuckery that had just happened.

"Well...I can remember nothin' about my past. I've tried so hard, but all I remember is that I had a sister." Sherwood huffed and backed away from the wall to sit at the other edge of the bed. Luckily, we made a small makeshift pillow divider for us...we're definitely not comfortable enough to sleep without it.

"I don't have a single memory." I frowned in response. "I can't remember anything either."

I only got a hum as a reply from the Sceptile as he shifted to lay down, his body now being covered by our pillow divider.

"You know, I was thinkin' it was strange that I only remember my sister."

"Yeah?" I shut my eyes.

"I feel like...Sam might've had the ability to pick and choose our memories."

Suddenly, I felt my eyelids shoot open in realization.

"Wait...is that why she was able to give Loki a memory that freely?" I craned my head to stare at Sherwood, acting as if the pillows weren't in the way.

"Huh...maybe yer' right..." The Sceptile chuckled, his voice muffled through the covers. "I don't know what kind of studies she did for that, but they're good."

I chose to not continue as Sherwood's voice grew drowsier the longer we spoke. The thought was still repeating in my head, however.

...

...

I've laid here for about an hour thinking. Memories, possibilities, death.

The thought that Lancer would do such a thing, the fact that there really was someone like that among us. There's no feeling like it...it was despair. I never fully trusted anyone here...but I did have an ounce of it. Any sense of comfort had now been rid of my body after watching the midnight Lycanroc be executed.

Watching Vanta describe what we think happened through the evidence, understanding how it all piled together and seeing Lancer's face grow more tormented as time passed. It was all fake, and he took an innocent life with him.

We will never know who he was, either...unless...

Past Sherwood's snoring, I made my way out of my dorm and into the darkness. I peacefully trudged around the circular living room until I stumbled upon a pair of yellow-red eyes.