"Yo! The name's Akane Owari! Nice to meetcha!"
Tsumugi balked. Akane...Owari? The Ultimate Gymnast? One of the survivors of Danganronpa 2? The gymnast lady? Impossible! Well, she was alive, technically, but she was fiction. She decided to ignore the fact she was fiction though. Her entire life was sort of fiction, so she couldn't judge.
The Ultimate Cosplayer blinked again, trying to see if her eyes(well, only one eye) and ears were deceiving her. It wasn't the case. Akane Owari was definitely standing in front of her in all her tall, heavily tanned glory. The immaculately white shirt that was probably too small for her. The red skirt that went to the middle of her thighs. Her jaunty smile and that playful glint in her eyes. She seemed a little older than she was at the end of <em>Danganronpa 3</em> and there was a small but shiny diamond ring on her index finger.
Tsumugi wondered if fictional characters ever aged, or if they were locked in the immortal Sazae-san circle. If they did, how many years had passed since the death of Junko Enoshima? She was talking about the <em>first</em> time she died, obviously. Since Junko Enoshima seemed immortal. Like, her body was just casually slumped against the wooden floorboards, and no one had really mentioned it.
"Akane san? W-Why?" she choked out, deciding that asking for answers was easier.
The Ultimate Gymnast grinned. "Ah, so you know me! I've heard lots about ya too, Tsumuugs! The company you were working for made a bit of a slip-up and let a little bug in, so I'm here for damage control! Don't worry about this ruining ya views tho. We'll be cutting this when the episodes air, so none of the viewers will suspect a thing."
It had been a while since Tsumugi had heard about Team Danganronpa. When she disobeyed their script and ran away, she assumed they treated the 53rd game and abandoned it or something. After all, they had more than enough money, tech, and resources to cancel the last few episodes, get a new cast, and restart. They could have just left this running for bloopers, or something.
Her mouth couldn't, however, convey all these musings to her grand-senpai(geddit? Like senpai, but another generation back. Grandparents-style.) and decided on saying something like "ugg-ug-uhh??"
Shuichi, who had sort of faded in the background after being dragged away by Akane, flopped around on the ground like a dying fish. Tsumugi paid him no heed. Akane didn't either.
She tried again. "So Team Danganronpa is still airing us? And watching us?"
The Ultimate Gymnast nodded grimly. "We didn't really want to interfere at first, and thought it would be fine after Shuichi bashed the mastermind's head in. I was even a bit envious. We had to go through all the truth bullets and THIS IS OUR HOPE! bullshit and you guys get to finish in like 30 seconds using some good-old teenage angst? The world's unfair. But then the emo dude's angst didn't run out after bashing one lady's head in, so he had to go for a refill."
<em>Doesn't really sound nerve-wracking when you describe it that way...</em> Tsumugi thought, reminiscing to the 5 or so minutes ago when she was sprawled on the ground getting her eye bashed in by Shuichi. "But...how did you suddenly materialize?" If people were able to get in that easily, then maybe she could just throw the 'make peace with everyone and overthrow Junko to make her get us out' plan out of the window and forcibly yeet them out of the simulation with Akane-senpai and get out.
"Well...it doesn't really work the way it does for us as it does for you. Cuz, y'know, we don't really exist."
"We're alive, but in a fictional world, geddit? Our universe is different, so we can pretty much slip into any place we want. The rules of gravity in your world doesn't really affect us. You, since you're technically still <em>here</em>, are a bit more tricky. Alter Ego tried to shut you down, but that would just kill you and there was no guarantee we'd get Junko too, so..."
