Kingdom Fallen

Day One and Night One: Good Morrow and Good Eve

Destroyer woke with a groan, rubbing his head. What the hell happened and where the hell am I? He pushed himself off the bed he'd been put on (whoever had put him there didn't even bother putting the sheets over him), and grabbed the strange device which tumbled off his chest and clattered to the floor. The moment it unlocked, a message flashed on the screen.

Good Morrow, Destroyer the Ultimate Banhee! Please meet with the others in the dining hall ASAP. Directions can be found in the Map application, or walk around aimlessly till you find it.

Your Humble King,

Monokuma

He hit the "X" and the notification faded away, leaving Destroyer to stare at his reflection on the dark screen. He felt a deep anger stir inside him as something inside him screamed he should know that name-- Monokuma

Why is it familiar? Why can't I remember? Why is my mind just... blank? WHO AM I? Destroyer swiftly stored his rapidly growing panic as he dropped the device to his bed and fully stood. He turned and glared at the door, and ignoring his intuition, which was yelling at him to stay in the room, he approached the door and pulled it open. Upon opening the door, he is instantly greeted by a man, with his fist raised to knock. The stranger had faded purple and green hair and adorned a black coat that went down to his ankles, and the collar of the coat went to the bottom of his ears. The man wore black dress pants which were neatly tucked into his matching black leather-looking boots, and his undershirt was unsurprisingly black with frilled with puffy, laced sleeves.

Overall, the man looked undeniably goth. Destroyer only broke eye contact with the stranger for a second to read the labeled plate nailed to the door across the hall, DragonSparklez.

"Good day, I assume you are the last," the stranger finally spoke when Destroyer made eye contact with him once more; he took a couple steps back to give Destroyer room to walk out of the room.

"The last?" Destroyer implored. The message made it seem like there were more... I feel like this news should have been the opposite of surprising...

"Aye, they await in the dining hall. I can lead thy there," he answered, seemingly having expected the response.

"That would be great," Destroyer concluded. "Also, I didn't catch your name."

"I am DAGore, and don't bother about sharing thou's. I read thee nameplate nailed to thy's door."

Destroyer follows DAGore in silence, scanning the hall as they walk. He noted to the left of the room he woke in was another labeled DAGore, and across from that room was one labeled Deatharrator (which seemed fairly familiar, but Destroyer couldn't figure out why it was). There were four more labeled rooms which were labeled, Apocalypse, Blankgameplays, Chaotic, and Cipher, none of which struck Destroyer as familiar.

They arrived at the dining hall, which had a titus, European oak table almost the length of the room inside and matching chairs, a giant, silver, wagon wheel-looking chandelier which was accompanied by the light source the rest of the place had, candles and lanterns.

In the room already were twelve other people plus a parrot humanoid. It was the parrot humanoid who noticed them first.

"I-I see you have re'urned wi'h 'he-'he las' of us," the parrot said snapping the others' attention towards the two. "I'm Macaw," he held out what Destroyer figured was his hand, it appeared to be an eagle's talon on the end of his wing.

"Destroyer," he introduced himself.

"If you don' mind my asking, May I inquire as 'o wha' 'he mask is for? Looks lovely, bu' I don' ge' 'he reason," Macaw trails off.