Kiibo delicately touched his cheek. "Oh god, I'm human! I'M A HUMAN!"
"If you're going to thank a god, thank Atua! He's the only reason that you're able to relish in the wonders of being human right now!" Angie said, putting her new robotic arm around Kiibo and grinning. "Prayer Time!"
Korekiyo and Kirumi stared at each other from across the gym. " This...certainly is interesting," Korekiyo remarked as he watched his fingers, covered in black glove and not bandages, move.
"Interesting is certainly a way to put it." Kirumi stared at the stage, where Monokuma was packing up his equipment. "But how on earth did he accomplish the task of putting us in literal other bodies in mere minutes? I did not expect the procedure to be so smooth."
"Perhaps it was soul implantation?" Kiyo massaged his temple. "He must have borrowed the strength of a very powerful entity. My head still hurts from the impact."
"I'm just happy I didn't swap bodies with the degenerate," Tenko did her imitation of a pirouette. "This is the greatest ever!"
"Well, I'm glad you like it." Kaori smiled. "You are so cute, Tenko."
"I-I'm not cute! I'm chubby and my fave shrivels up in a weird way when I drink protein shakes..."
"So, so..." Angie broke the atmosphere that was just about to melt. "Angie needs to kill someone to get her old body back?"
It was true, she did. But that was something that no one wanted to talk about right now. Murder was inevitable at this stage of the killing games, lest Monokuma got bored and bombarded them with more motives. It was no longer about greed, or about simple homesickness. It was a matter of simply preserving one's life and sanity to the greatest extent possible.
"Let's just go back to our rooms now." Kiibo suggested nervously. "I think we all need some time to think this through."
Everyone nodded, and after a brief respite, the 6 last participants of Everyone's Killing Game Semester dispersed into the wind.
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"Tsu-" Kaede started, but the voice yelled "Shush!"
"?"
"The server is really sensitive to my name being called out, for god's sake! I used it as a password for a couple of the deeper in locks, so you might deactivate the locks and let things out. And trust me, you <em>do not</em> want to let them out. I even made a code name to be more safe, so use that."
"Sorry," Kaede muttered. "But you still have a lot to answer for Ts-I mean Monomugi. You were the mastermind of the killing game, right? Are you working together with the current mastermind to continue the killing game? If you gave up on it, why are you even here?"
Kokichi nodded vigorously to all of her questions, writing "Show yourself, lady" on his notepad.
"I couldn't leave the system. The killing game was supposed to end the moment I confessed to the first blood perk and gave up on Danganronpa. There was an outside entity that hacked the thing so when I got onto the exisal to try and leave the place, I blacked out and ended up here. I couldn't wake up."
"Do you have any idea who hacked it?"
"I have a pretty good hold of the culprit, but if I'm right it's going to be almost impossible to leave the killing game. She's just too powerful, she shut down all of Team Danganronpa's firewalls."
"What's Team Danganronpa?" Kokichi wrote.
"It's the company owning this thing. The people producing this reality show work for Danganronpa."
Kaede slowly processed this information, and the result she came to made her sick to the core.
"This killing game..this sick and horrible killing game... is a reality show?"
"Well yeah, but-"
"PEOPLE ACTUALLY LIKE WATCHING KIDS KILL EACH OTHER AND DIE IN GORY AND PAINFUL WAYS?"
"Yeah. That's why there are 53 seasons-"
"THERE ARE 53 SEASONS!" Kaede exclaimed. "16 PARTICIPANTS OF EACH SEASON, SO THERE ARE-" she stopped as she did the math.
"848," Kokichi helpfully supplied.
"Thank you! 848 kids who died?"
"There are always around 5 survivors, except when there's exceptions-"
"But tons of innocent kids died right? Who the hell would kidnap teenagers for a horror reality show? What sort of society would not say no to that? What sort of parents wouldn't fight for their kids? What sort of hell is the outside world? Are we really Ultimates? Are any of my memories even real?"
"I don't even know anymore, Kaede. Do you think I'm doing this mastermind gig because I want to?"
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"Hehehe...it looks like this motive is causing quite a fuss! Kaori really does know her sister's psyche really well." Junko swirled her glass of champagne around, watching the bubbles float to the surface and sink down into the depths once again. Little did the Ultimates know that the feast laid in front of Monokuma every time he popped up on the omnipresent monitors to announce a murder was Junko's lunch. Another feast was being prepared once again because the Ultimate Analysist's super instinct told her that someone was going to die in the next 24 hours.
Junko just couldn't resist the overwhelming waves of despair.
She moved her mouse toward the screen showing images from the camera in the hangar. "Looks like our two little losers are making quite a fuss! Look how lonely and confused they look." There was some little break in the system which prevented her from listening into whatever they were saying, but it was probably some soppy, useless conversation like "we'll definitely make it out of here alive!" or "why are there so many bodies?"
Useless little ants, trying their best to make their situations, their minds filled with false pity for themselves. It was pathetic, so pathetic.
They were talentless, lonely, simple-minded idiots, unaware that the cage was one that they had begged and bartered to get in, this nightmare was the dream they had every night.
They deserved this.
They deserved to die.
They deserved the despair.
