The Crooked Coin (male reader x danganronpa) *REWRITE*

Coffee; shaken, not stirred.

The smell of death crawled through the dark void surrounding him.

It disgusted him.

Like a wounded fox, it desperately dragged its mangled form along his palled senses, just as if it were begging for a swift death by the sword, be it sharp or be it dull.

It sickened him.

The stench of those who had fallen, it filled the space around him like a poisonous gas. It wafted from the shadows that enshrouded his feet, as if warning him of what may lay beneath.

It scared him.

*ring*

What was that...

*ring*

What was that noise...

*ri-* *click*

Reaching out into the darkness, he only now noticed he had a body. Long, sculpted arms stretched from a lean, rugged torso. He couldn't quite make out whether or not he was wearing clothes, though at this moment he felt no need to care.

Returning from the shadows, his arm moved his ear, something small and thin clutched tightly between his fingers.
Realising it was a cell phone, he listened intently for any sign of a voice. Recieving nothing but static, he tried asking who was there. Though try as he might, his voice would not rise. He felt as if a frog were stuck in his throat, refusing to move nor let him breathe. He could feel himself choking on his own words. Yet death would not come.

Finally, after what seemed like decades of silence, he received an answer to his unmouthed question.

["Good evening. Please hold."]

The voice that graced his ears was merry and polite. Like something one would hear on an answering machine. The tone, however, the way it spoke, it was... off. It felt as dull as his senses, like rough skin beneath his fingertips. There was no life in that voice, no spark in that response. It was nothing more than an automated message.

That was when they spoke up.

["Well, hello there. How are you? You're looking pretty good. Well, you know, considering all that's happened."]

That voice. He'd heard it before. He just couldn't place it as to where...

["Not much of a response, huh? I suppose that can't be helped."]

Whoever this was, they were soft-spoken. Their voice was faint, almost like they struggled to speak.

["If you can hear me, try giving me a sign. You may not realise it, but I can see you clearly."]

Trying desperately to scream, he felt nothing escape his throat, not even the air he so struggled to breathe. In an almost vain attempt at thrashing about in fear, he wasn't surprised to find he could hardly move a muscle. That one twitch, however, seemed enough for the person on the end of the phone.

["Good, good, i see you. Right, so i know that the phone works now. OK, so I'm going to ask you a few questions. Just something to jog your mind, so to speak."]

Clearing their throat, the voice continued with their query.

["What do you remember about hopes peak?"]
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25/06/2010
Tokyo
Japan

A hot summers day. Not exactly the type of weather to be walking around in a varsity coat, but he never did parade himself as the smartest choom to walk the earth.

Luckily, he was indoors for the moment. Star Ducks was having an end of summer deal. Three more weeks of the bread and water meal for half the price of buttered bread and water. To top it all off, he only needed to pay for water at full price!