Tsumugi speed walked through the Ultimate Academy, keeping a sharp eye out for any sign of Monokuma or the Monokubs. Even though she knew they probably didn't consider themselves important enough to patrol the hallways like an overzealous class monitor when nothing very interesting was going on, but the Ultimate Cosplayer didn't dare take a chance with running. The black haired, red eyed god lay fully implanted in her mind, guiding her towards enlightenment.
This was the first time she had had the time and the quiet(the exisal hangar, with all its machinery and the Monokubs' bad jokes, was always noisy) to actually <em>think</em> about why Junko Enoshima was back from the fictional world of the dead. While she knew all about Ultimate Real Fiction, having been in the room with the board of executives when it was launched. Even though she was only 2 at the time, the phrase was permanently, inexplicably burned into her young, nerdy, and murder-happy brain. Ultimate real fiction was supposed to bring the world of Danganronpa to life, but that was never meant to be literal. It was just supposed to be an elaborate type of fanfiction, a way for weebs to get deeper inside it all. But it was all a lie. All a lie. Fiction is fiction, no matter how you put it. If Junko was here, would the others be here? Brave people, people with actual talents, people who might actually be able to stand a chance fighting despair. She needed them to be here.
The room that Kirumi Tojo had allegedly found during cleaning was a blatant lie, too. There obviously wasn't something so obviously lucky and advantageous, and even if there was, the Ultimate Maid wouldn't have withheld the information from the rest of the gang. It was just an obvious fluke, one that could easily be discovered if someone decided to follow her to investigate. The mastermind didn't even need to---Tsumugi knew beyond a flicker of a doubt that Tenko Chabashira knew the Ultimate Academy like the back of her sweaty palm.
But she was probably not following her---not when Tsumugi's biggest adversary was out of the picture. Team hope had gotten a big head start and she knew it.
She should have known it wouldn't be that easy.
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"What," Hajime seethed, as Makoto and the Ultimate Imposter restrained him to stop him from doing anything too stupid, "did you do, Nagito?"
The Ultimate Lucky Student was lounging on one of the straight-backed office chairs with an air of superiority, covered in strange ashes. They had made the Ultimate Mistake of putting Nagito on duty with Yasuhiro Hagakure, who was currently sprawled out over the messy pile of papers, fast asleep. All the lights in the office had been turned off and replaced by gloomy yellow candles. There was a wax statue-ish thingy that was about a foot tall, its head half melted. Hajime could see a post-it note was clumsily stuck at the base of the statuette, labeled with the words "SHUICHI SAIHARA" written in sharpie.
"My partner passed out on me, so I decided to handle things by myself. What's wrong with that, Hajibae?" the Ultimate Asshole swiveled around to look at Hajime, his light eyes meeting his own green ones.
The Ultimate Imposter had to pull Hajime back again as the latter lunged towards Nagito's throat. "Call me Haji-hajibae again and I'll- I'll blow you up!"
"Charming, Hajime. So much hope. " Nagito played with his fingernails, which, like always, were overly long and clawlike. Get them clipped for god's sake, Nagito.
"Who the hell gave Nagito the Necronomicon? Hello, who even gave him a fire source? That is the most stupid thing that you could possibly do, given this klepto's history. It's a real stroke of luck this guy this burn this place down," Fuyuhiko placed his fried dough cookie between his teeth, pirate style, as he ran into the room. Peko followed her former master close behind, glasses glinting.
"Should I bring a fire extinguisher, just in case? " she asked.
"NO!" Makoto's usually placcid expression morphed into something feral for a moment. "It seems like nothing very important is burned. Let's not bring that off if it's not an emergency."
"THIS IS AN EMERGENCY!" Hajime yelled. "He brought Shuichi Saihara back! Look at the evidence! Look at the melted statue! Look at this!"
He picked up a black charred piece of the ancient book. Monokuma's paw was still visible on it. "He revived Shuichi Saihara here and sent him back into the killing game, I know it."
"Calm down, calm down." The Ultimate Imposter tried to soothe Hajime. "Even if he did revive Shuichi Saihara, it wouldn't cause anything major if he's not back in the killing game to cause chaos with his brainwashed mind. The pods are guarded, right? So even if Nagito was to do something <em>that</em> stupid, it would never work."
"Remember who is guarding the pods today?" Hajime said with gritted teeth.
"Byakuya Togami and Toko Fukawa. Do you see the problem now?"
"Oh, shit. I see the problem."
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Shuichi's mind was a blur when he woke up in a dark place.
His last memory...
<em>"MONOKUMA IS MY PUPPET!" Shuichi yelled. "He is my right, the tool that was promised to me in the killing game. I was playing as a normal participant all the way until the motive of chapter 4, when Monokuma unleashed all my memories as a servant of despair and gave me an upper hand in this killing game,"</em>
<em>"Hey, pops!" the monokubs popped out of their podiums, staring at Shuichi. "What's this demented emo doing? You finally found his secret diary?"</em>
<em>"YOU SHUT UP!" Shuichi whipped his head around to look at the cubs. "This is a very important matter between me and your father."</em>
<em>Monokid cringed. "God, what happened to him? He used to be all quiet and polite, and now he's like a fish out of water with the way he's flopping around."</em>
<em>"That is, kids, because he really IS a fish out of water. He's an idiot who thinks that he's entitled to the world or something, and I'm going to teach him a lesson!"</em>
<em>"No-" Shuichi said, but Monokuma hit his gavel down, sealing the Ultimate Detective's fate.</em>
His brain seemed to pound against his skull. His eye sockets were burning. His hands wouldn't stop twitching like his nerves were running a systems check.
So he had been reset into the locker. Ah, well. He could deal with a reset. He was the Ultimate detective, after all. He was chosen as the Mastermind for the 53rd Killing Game. He could do anything. The world was his oyster!
He kicked the locker open, before promptly stubbing his little pinky and crashing to the floor with a moan.
Shit.
