BFB-ronpa: Inanimate Massacre

[II] Trial - Case II

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Just like before, the elevator arrived to pick us down to the courtroom, but the atmosphere is much more tense compared to last time. And less people are on it now. This will not end well.
"Are you people seriously not seeing this?!" Golf Ball suddenly lashed out, catching everyone off guard. "This fucker absolutely killed Pencil! Don't you dare fall for his trickery." She pointed a finger at 8-Ball, glaring. He scoffed, holding his head with his not-broken hand.
"Oh, please. Do you think randomly blaming people will make the others agree with you? What a cruel trick."

Match stood at the corner, wordless. Yet, she hesitated to open her mouth. "Why..."

"Why would you say that... if the evidence is clear?"
She might... be right. Even with all the context I gathered by thinking it over.

But... I'm still unsure of who Ruby was thinking of.

"The evidence doesn't immediately pinpoint that he's the killer though." I said. My eyebrows furrowed. But, as Match was trying to refute...

"Oh? What happened to you?"

We have already arrived.
With a guest before us.

Mono was strangely standing there, with the intent on greeting us. They hunched down to 8-Ball's level, looking at his broken arm in particular. "...Failed murder attempt. I suppose. hm." He said, then glared at Golf Ball.
The two-toned person only huffed, then stood up again.
"Anyways, please make your way to your podiums. Just like before." They directed, before rolling the wheelchair.

I took my place, and examined the two new portraits.
Loser's portrait had a black and white picture of him, just like Teardrop's. But with a hot pink cross that reminds me of film tapes. Then there was Pencil's, who had a thin pink cross on her.
I grimaced at them, I don't even want to know what my portrait would be.

Mono was atop the judge's podium, with a gavel, and they cleared their throat. "Hello again! It's been a short while since we've been in this courtroom, hm?" They started, with a weirdly solemn expression. "Let's go over the rules again, just in case any of you forgot."
A projector screen soon came down, showing some illustrations.

Mono spoke out, while flashing pictures that correlate to their words.
"After you're done investigating, a Class Trial will begin. All of you will have to figure out 'whodunnit?', which is our killer: The Blackened. If you successfully figure out The Blackened, they will be punished, or executed as you all know now. But if you can't identify the killer, then everyone except The Blackened will be executed instead, and the killer will graduate and assimilate back into society. Are we clear?"
We all nodded in agreement. We've been here before, so we all knew the gist by now.

Mono picked up the gavel, then bought it down, slamming it onto the wooden surface. The same loud sound rang in my head...
It was the start of the second trial.

Text on the projector displayed, in the same way as last time:
— Who killed Pencil... - Case II —
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