When 15 objects wake up on an island, with barley any memories, they're with some sorta phone who tells them they're in a
killing game.
This is a Danganronpa and Inanimate Insanity crossover. I know that's already been done before (multiple times)...
Words rang in head. Peoples faces blurred together. My memories hazed. I open my eyes. The clear, blue sky towered over me. I felt sand beneath me...
Me. Me? Who was me? Or who was I? Who am I?
Who am I?
I shut my eyes to think. The sun was hurting them anyway. Then I remembered.
My name is Paintbrush Palette. The Ultimate Artist. But why was I here? In the sand? The sand! MY HAIR!
I quickly sat up, combing my hair with my fingers to get the sand out. Whew. Crisis averted.
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But still, where was I? And why do I not remember anything? I knew my name, my talent, and that I care about my hair.
I stood up to better take in my surroundings.
"Whoa."
The view was beautiful. The sun shone on the ocean perfectly. The tropical trees swayed in the breeze. I was in awe. I wanted to paint this so bad, but I quickly realized I didn't have anything on my person. Shit.
I thought for a bit. A few memories eventually came back to me, though. I was on a boat... and now I was here. Ugh, it was hopeless.
Suddenly, I heard voices coming from a spot beyond the trees.
"It's hopeless, were stuck here!" One said in an annoying voice.
I walked over to get a better look. Through the trees I saw three objects talking. Arguing?
"We're stuck here and its hopeless!" The taller one whined.
"No, no. We're not stuck, we're just..." they stopped to ponder what to say next, "on vacation."
"Yeah, vacation! Wait no, no vacations! Mwahahaha!" The shortest one laughed maniacally, like anything they just said was very deserving of an 'evil' laugh.
I moved in the bushes to get a better look. One of them noticed the sound and looked over.
"Um... is somebody there?" They asked rather apprehensively. I stepped out of the bushes.
"Uh... hi." I said awkwardly, trying not to cringe.
"Were you spying on us?" The tallest one asked with an annoying accent.
"No. I just woke up on the beach over there."
"Oh. Well we just woke up here." They were medium height compared to the other two. Their voice was calm, almost like a dream. "I'm Candle, nice to meet you."
"I'm Paintbrush. The Ultimate Artist. It's nice to meet you too."
Her calm eyes widened at the mention of my Ultimate.
"Ultimate...?" She thought, "It seems we're both Ultimates, Ultimate Clairvoyant." She bowed gracefully.
"Huh, what a coincidence." Two Ultimates in one place wasn't rare but certainly uncommon.
