If Tsumugi had one thing to say about The Ultimate Academy, it was that the WiFi wasn't worth shit. This was for practical reasons, of course. If there was an Ultimate Hacker participating in the killing game and their first thought was to try to break the server controlling Monokuma and escape.
But honestly, Tsumugi didn't see any point in that because the only amount of talent any Ultimate Programmer or Ultimate Hacker was how to make tiny Monokumas appear on the screen of the device they were hacking into. Cool, but pretty useless in a life-and-death situation.
But the WiFi still wasn't worth shit. And right now, Tsumugi didn't need that kind of stress in her system.
She tapped her foot impatiently on the hard concrete floor as she watched the electric barrier go down. This next part of her plan was the most dangerous, because if she failed, she risked killing everyone else in the hangar like a pile of dominos. There would be no one to end the killing game.
She ran up the twisted staircase and peeked her face out, checking that no one was there. She had to make the short trip to the dormitories and get the things she needed. That was it. She had already controlled the nanokubs and made them focus on the gym, so there wasn't any worry about the intruder seeing her on camera.
The hard part was the intruder's two minions. They were probably patrolling the area around the dormitories and the grounds in general, guarding against the kids they had thrown in hell. It would be nice if there was a distraction...
Loud Britney Spears started to sound from the direction of the dormitories, and Angie's voice screamed, "I TOLD YOU NOT TO PRESS THAT BUTTON!"
Robots can always to counted on to make a distraction. Tsumugi made a silent thanks to that one chaotic intern who made a setting in Kiibo for giving their workspace some music. Baby One More Time did wonders to group morale.
She slipped through the chaos and entered the room she needed, sighing in relief.
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The control room was small but glamorous, and Junko had no plans to ever change that. As she stirred the olive inside her dry martini vodka, she stared bemusedly at the screens. So much raw despair...it never got better!
The two 'dead' midgets had left the frame, probably to go into a corner to cry. Or die. Or bother at the same time. The main school, which was in deep peaceful slumber, only made her wonder about the kids who were conjuring up murder plans. She could have made the motive worse if they disappointed her. Make the brainwashing so strong that all of them were in unbelievable pain by the end then.
She took her bright pink glittery sparkly phone out and flipped it open, waiting for Kaori or the mastermind( though that role was just another word for Junko's loyal and stupid slave )'s status update.
No notifications came. That was weird. They were one minute late. They were never late, not even by one minute. No one was late after they saw what she did to the poor pizza guy who did. There were good kinds of being late and bad kinds of being late. Good kinds were like firemen arriving just 10 seconds after an orphanage burned down completely, leaving hundreds of sad little sops to die after the cult funding them collapsed. Bad kinds included the always-reliable friend bringing reinforcements to turn the tide just before the villain was about to succeed in killing the protagonist.
Junko stared at the wallpaper of her phone picturing her sister's mutilated body pierced with spears, waiting for that white rectangle to pop up. Something was wrong. Something was definitely wrong. She turned back to look at the camera screens. Nothing strange.
She was considering calling for Monokuma when it came, Kaori this time.
<em>"Nothing unusual."</em>
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<em>"Nothing unusual."</em>
"Did you send it, C̸̖͛̊̀̀̌̈̈̍͐̚͜͝͝͝ẖ̸̛͑̏̊͆̋͐̔̈́̋̒̈́̃̌͘͝ͅi̷̡̨̞͎̰̟̼̰̠̹̳͚̪̞͉̞̒ͅh̵̨̳͚͕͚͍̼̺̮̗̅̔̈́́̓̿̈́͝i̷̥͉̩̬̳̬̗̚ṙ̴̩̬̹̬̓͑̍̓̉̀̌͆̔͒͘͝ò̸̤̱̜̭̺͚̫͋̑̈́̓͛?" Ä̵̟͚͇̭͚͐͐́̍͆͛̀͆̾̚͝͝ͅͅo̴͈̓̆͂̍̐͒̽̋̉̒̉͠ͅi̵̪̬̬͗̀̚̕͘ͅ peered over the former's computer screen. "Will that monster get our text as coming from Kaori Akamatsu? Wow, that's amazing!"
The Ultimate Programmer smiled softly. "Ehehe...it's nothing. The problem is if the mastermind desires to send her a text right now. From what I'm seeing in the previous texts, the two of them seem to be communicating on who sends the next update."
"It's a 50-50 chance. You should have gotten K̸̡̞̙͚̪͎̱͙̾o̶͙͉̯̼̹̗͔̗͓̾̍̊̇̃̔͝m̶͙̞͎̘̜͋͊̑̇̿̕͠a̵̢̢̤͖̼̮̳͐̍̆̈́̏̃̒̍́̀͂͆̔́̕ȩ̷̛̮̜̰̜̻̭̠͎̥͇͕̦͓̞̇͆̾̀͛̅̕̚ͅd̴͇̫̻̠͇͓͎̈́̀̀͋̈́̚ä̵̛͖͌̀͌̽̑̏̇̇͐͘ to type it in."
"Can I take that as a compliment?"
"No."
"Can't we just get the mastermind on our side or bonk her out or kill her or something?" Ḩ̷̡̡̫̟̪̘̥̓͜͝i̶͓͙͖͝ͅy̸̨̝͍̞̙͇͇͎̤̠͉͍̋̾̑̍̀̈́̓͝ó̷̡̩̰̥̳͈̄̽̓͜k̶̡̡͎̦̰͓̭̞͚͍͇̘͓͔̙̑̏͋̓͆̎ơ̴̡̺̼̰̙̎̂̈̒͊̔̆̌̄̄ stuck her finger in her ear. "She's some girl-loving freak, right? Show her a picture of the filthy" pig and maybe she'll come to our side."
"We talked about not calling M̶̨̭͕̲͍̗̳̏́̎̄̄͂̎́i̴̺̤͔͎̯͓͉͛̾̍̎̋͜͜ͅͅk̴̩͙̈́̀̈́̿͑̿̀͘ă̸͔̝̻͉̳̭͕̦̖̭̝̱͔͊̄́͌̏͐́͜͝ņ̴̧̡͇̞̱͕̭̤͉̪͔̼̘͑̿̀̈̈̓̇̆͆̈́̋͐̑ a filthy pig, didn't we?"
"Yeah, right."
"It isn't that easy anyways. She's completely devoted to Junko---even though she showed interest in Himiko, she still did nothing as she died a painful death. The mastermind's first priority is to make Junko happy---the way she does that is by making the killing game succeed. I hate to agree with Ḩ̷̡̡̫̟̪̘̥̓͜͝i̶͓͙͖͝ͅy̸̨̝͍̞̙͇͇͎̤̠͉͍̋̾̑̍̀̈́̓͝ó̷̡̩̰̥̳͈̄̽̓͜k̶̡̡͎̦̰͓̭̞͚͍͇̘͓͔̙̑̏͋̓͆̎ơ̴̡̺̼̰̙̎̂̈̒͊̔̆̌̄̄, but the only way we can win this thing is by soaking the arena in pink."
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Kiibo sighed belatedly. He had just finished calming Angie down enough to stop her from pressing the self-destruct button, but it had stressed him out thoroughly. He still wasn't used to this female body and he was already pushing it to the limits, running around screaming all day. While he understood Angie's island's customs, did she really have to spend all day wearing skimpy clothing? It wasn't practical at all, besides having the perk of being able to splash into the pool anytime. He wasn't very used to this human body, and he was already pushing it to his limits. He felt hot and dizzy---was that normal? He wished Miu was still around---she could have helped him with this.
<em>Through something inappropriate,</em> the voice in his head snickered, and he just had to agree.
He stepped out of the dormitory to take a deep breath of the cold night air, and was greeted by a shower of pink.
