~Mistpouffer~ Danganronpa V2: Goodbye Despair x Male Reader

Chapter 21: Kill The Lights

SPOILER WARNING

"What are we supposed to do?"

"The same thing we planned all along."

"Really? But we didn't plan for Monokuma to show up.."

The voices... the people... their images were blurry, there were three... no, seven of them. Three girls and three boys. But the last one... you can't tell. Who are they? Why are they.. here?

A brunette boy stood next to a lavender haired girl as she fidgeted with a monitor. Her gloved hands moving rapidly over a keyboard, "Monokuma should not have been able to show up, I need to figure out how to boot him from this system. Can you help, XXXX?" A face flickered on the screen, brown hair, oaky eyes, it was just as blurry. An older man with dreads and a jacket slung over his shoulder cheerfully greeted the computer like an old friend.

Everything is blurry, like looking through warped glass. One of the other girls, with plum hair tied into two twin braids, bit the nail of her thumb her gaze flickering around erratically before glancing at you. Gripping her braids in surprise, she lifted a shaky hand towards me "H-He's awake..!"

A blond with his back to me scoffed, "XXXX. Don't be ridiculous." The final two people looked up, a tan skinned girl and a figure which seemed to morph from male to female. The girl gasped, "No, XXXX, she's right! Look!" She ran over, her ponytail swaying slightly with movement before she stopped in front of you.

"C...an... y... h..ear....m...?" The closer she got, the more garbled her voice became. She sounded underwater, far away. The other people crowded around the enclosure, their voices intangible but their faces seemed to be clearer. These strangers.. no, no. That's not right. You have seen them before. That book, the yearbook. These were ultimates. Students from Hope's Peak. But how did they know about Monokuma? What were their names?

The brunet boy pressed his hand to the glass, his voice carrying with odd clarity, "Are you awake, M/n?" Your throat was dry, scratchy. You don't know what you were supposed to say. You last remembered falling asleep yet here you were. This had to be a lucid dream, right? This can't be happening. Your head swiveled slightly, looking around. You could see them clearly now. You had dreamed of them before. Podiums, trials, this has all happened before. The blond with muted sapphire eyes and square glasses opened his mouth to speak but you found your voice leaving you before you could register it.

"Bya...kuya...?"

Then his composure broke, his head turning to the brunet touching the glass, "Makoto, how does he know my name." It was a demand, a scowl painting his face. This was Byakuya? No, we saw him get killed. But... no. That was someone else. Wait. That's it.
Byakuya Togami
Makoto Naegi
Aoi Asahina
Toko Fukawa
Kyoko Kirigiri
Yasuhiro Hagakure
And XXXX XXXX

They were Ultimates. They were something else too. You've met them before. Yes, they knew you well. They put you in this pod. They're the reason you're here. They are why you are trapped in a killing game. They are the reason you can't LEAVE.

You couldn't move. You were trapped. This was their fault. Their fault. ALL THEIR FAULT. A deep pit formed in your stomach, dread creeping over your entire being, despair. You couldn't move. You couldn't speak. You couldn't BREATHE.

It is time to wake up, M/n.

Wake up.

WAKE UP.

WAKE UP!

You jolted awake in your bed, in your cabin. No trace of anything having actually happened. Your chest felt heavy. The cream colored ceiling almost seemed to spin with the lack of oxygen. Your limbs were heavy, exhaustion hung over the room in an invisible mist. The ocean crashed in the distance, rain hitting the cabins in a gentle cascade, the sound of breathing.

It was stuffy in this cabin, warm and laborious to inhale. A weight was on his chest. No, really. There was. Glancing down you caught a glimpse of a familiar mop of choppy hair. Mikan. Mikan was in your cabin. Asleep on your chest. In your locked cabin. The nurse stirred, her hazy eyes blinking open. Her face flushed with adoration, she shifted, her cheek resting on your shoulder, "You're awake.." Still reeling from your strange dream, you sat up, pushing her off.

She clasped her hands in front of  her, leaning forward, with crazed eyes "Memories of people...memories of events... Whatever memory it is, losing memories are... like losing your personal identity. Memory is the most important component in building a person... Don't you think? Losing our memories... makes us shadows of the past. Don't you think?" She knew. Or rather, she seemed to remember. It only made sense, she had taken care of Akane and Nagito. She had been close to them so she got infected, the Remembering Disease. Mikan frowned, pouting, her eyes threatening to fill with tears.

Her mauve eyes fluttered, her bandaged hands tangling into her hair as she registered the look of distrust and realization adorning your face. A small, manic, and insecure laugh bubbling from her throat before she lurched forward pleadingly.

"You'll forgive me, right?"