Stuck in a killing game...
How utterly cruel.
(Y/N) dies in the real world, hoping to escape the judgment others have placed upon her. Only to awaken in a locker in her favorite murder game, Danganronpa V3. Trapped in The Ultimate Academy for Gifted...
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My eyes fluttered open to see a deep void of darkness in front of me.
'...where...am I?'
'This isn't the apartment...'
I stood up from my seated position, only for my head to then collide with the top of the confined space I was trapped in. I fall to floor, rubbing the back of my head.
"Ow..."
I looked up above me.
Three, small, little slots above. Letting in just the tiniest amount of light. Before it was quickly blocked out.
"Hm? What's going on in hereeee?"
A somewhat familiar voice muttered from beyond my box encasement.
"Heyyyyy! Is somebody in there? Wakey wakey!"
'...wait...that...sounds a lot like-'
My dark prison started shaking, slamming me back and forth against the walls keeping me there, until I eventually tumbled out through the front, falling into the light.
I coddled my head in my hand, the side stinging from being flung around in the dark box I had just been encaged in.
"Oh? There really was somebody in there! Now who's the lucky- ...eh? (Y/N)?"
My eyes widen as the unknown person uttered my name. Though I had a pretty good idea of who it was. I unfurled my arms from where they were and placed them on the ground, lifting me to a sitting position.
I turned my eyes to be met by dark, mysterious, purple orbs staring right into mine.
My eyes widen at how close we were. I tried to scoot back to gain at least some distance, but before I could, I was tackled onto the floor. The life being squeezed out of me as the familiar purple eyed gremlin hugged me.
"It really is you! How was your nap in the locker? I'm sure you were dreaming of yours truly."
I looked up to see a pale, pale face hovering over mine. Dark purple hair that faded to lavender. Practically defying gravity. And of course, that charming, shit eating grin I know all too well.
