[TW// gore, swearing, and graphic imagery.]
"A one-week trip to a school? I'll give it a try."
inspired by danganronpa games AND fangames. (plus milgram if you squint)
16 students with extraordinary skillful talents from all school levels known as U...
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It was the next morning, man... after helping Golf Ball with her... thing, I feel so exhausted. Thank god for the comfy bed. After I had brushed my teeth, did my messy hair. I made my way to the nearby fridge for some water.
"Wait... I swear there were three bottles in here." I groaned, looking through the mini fridge for water. I had recalled seeing only three bottles, but now there's... six? Hm. Didn't know schools had room service. I cracked open the bottle in my hand, and drank about half of it. I wonder who refilled them for me.
I sat on my bed, and took out Teardrop's diary. I tried to make a schedule for today, I eat breakfast, go to Leafy's Lab for help, visit the greenhouse, have lunch, and all that investigation stuff. I wrote all of it in the blank pages, just gotta hope that there are no bodies to clean up. Then my plans are thrown in the trash bin for good. I bit my lip, holding my head. "What if... it's on another floor?" I whispered. Pondering on where the office should be, it wouldn't be on the first floor, nor the second. "But... they haven't even opened the third floor yet..."
I frustratingly closed the book, not knowing where to continue. Maybe I'm a bit too paranoid... i'm thinking way too deep into this. Keep it together, me! Maybe... there will be no office for me to see. I let out long sigh, rubbing my eyes. Placing the diary back into the drawer, next to Pencil's book.
I might call off on getting Leafy to help and go there myself. I mean, what if she isn't interested in this? Should I ask someone else? Bottle and Cake would be nice. Or... maybe Ruby. Or-
"Um... rise and shine!! It's time for breakfast, Switcheroo!" ...Golf Ball. Well- if Tennis Ball isn't with her then thank god.
What time is it, anyway? It felt like I woke up early into the morning, but... the clock said 8:20 A.M. I felt like shit after coming to this place, my sleep schedule is all messed up now. At least I have the others to wake me up aside from the clock. But why is GB in front of my room?
"Shut up, you annoying bitch! I just woke up for fucks sake!" Then a male voice, which didn't seem to be TBs. I heard some shuffling outside by my door, GBs footsteps. "Yeah, because you decided to wake up at exactly 8:00 A.M.! Very true to your stupid name." GB's voice ringed again, it seems that the person she's talking to is 8-Ball. Haven't seen him in a while... Their bickering continued. "Stop complaining and come help me push my wheelchair, she must be sleeping." He said.
Oh boy is he so wrong. I stood up, looked through the peephole to see Golf Ball still standing by my door, yelling. "Go push it yourself! Or- go get Tennis Ball! I don't wanna deal with you." ... Rude. I opened the door, surprising both of them.
Eight cleared his throat. "Oh geez... good morning, I guess? Apologies for assuming you're asleep." He brushed his hair away from his face. "You... heard all of that, right?" GB turned to me, fiddling with her coat. I crossed my arms, nodding. "It's okay, really." I chuckled slightly, adjusting my armband. My eyes suddenly drifted towards the cafeteria, to be fair, I was starving.
