Ayanokoji, being the mysterious and calculative character that he is, had found a way to survive the chaos and unpredictability of the killing game. He had been observing and plotting from the sidelines, using his superior intellect and analytical skills to survive and navigate the treacherous waters of the game. But despite his apparent calmness and poise, Ayanokoji was just as wary and paranoid as anyone else in the game, knowing that the threat of death was always lurking just around the corner but later on Ayanokoji's expression remained neutral as he was confronted by the mastermind and accused of Maki's murder. He didn't bother to argue or defend himself, instead choosing to remain silent and collected as he calculated his next move. Deep down, he knew that he was innocent of the crime, but he also knew that the mastermind wasn't going to listen to his pleas of innocence. Instead, he decided to wait and see how the situation would unfold but that didn't help- Ayanokoji stood calmly on the execution as the votes already rolled in, showing that he was indeed voted as guilty despite his innocence. He had expected this outcome and accepted it with resignation, knowing that there was no point in fighting a losing battle. As the execution machine descended upon him, his mind was filled with a sense of resignation and acceptance. In the end, he had tried his best to survive the killing game, but fate had other plans.
Ayanokoji slowly opened his eyes, finding himself in a dark and unfamiliar room. He could feel a strange sensation on his head as he reached up to touch it, feeling a headset resting on his ears. He sat up, blinking in confusion as he tried to figure out where he was and what had happened.
As he looked around the room, Ayanokoji saw that it was sparsely furnished, with no windows or decorations on the walls. The room was also quite small, with barely enough room for Ayanokoji to move around. He was unable to find any doors or other exits from the room, leaving him trapped and confined in this unfamiliar space.
Feeling disoriented and unsure of what to do, Ayanokoji touched the headset on his head, feeling a faint buzzing sound coming from it. Suddenly, a voice spoke through the headphones, making him jump slightly.
"Good," the voice replied. "Now, I have a task for you. In this room, there is a button that you need to press. Once you press it, the room will open and you can leave. But before you do that, there is a task you need to complete. Are you ready to hear it?"
" Tell me, did you enjoy our Danganronpa virtual world experience?"
Ayanokoji raised an eyebrow, surprised by the question. "What do you mean? What Danganronpa virtual world experience?" he asked, confusion etched on his face. He had no idea what the other person was talking about, and was skeptical about this whole situation.
"Ah, I see," the voice said, as if realizing something. "You must not know what I'm talking about. Allow me to explain. You have been a participant in a virtual reality simulation based on the popular Danganronpa series. This room you find yourself in is merely a part of that simulation."
Ayanokoji's eyes widened in surprise as he heard this explanation. "A virtual reality simulation...based on Danganronpa?" He repeated slowly, trying to process this information. "And I was a participant in it?"
"That's right," the voice confirmed. "You and 15 other participants were put into a simulated world where you were forced to participate in a twisted game modeled after Danganronpa. It was all part of a social experiment to observe how you would react and interact under such extreme circumstances."
Ayanokoji was taken aback by this revelation. "Wait, you're saying that this whole experience was broadcast on TV?" He asked, feeling a mixture of disbelief didn't he just die?.
" oh, if you will- you can take that headset off and leave through the front door "
Ayanokoji followed the voice's instructions and removed the headset from his head. As he did so, he felt a sudden wave of nausea wash over him as the virtual world around him faded from view. When his vision cleared, he found himself in a stark white room, with cameras and monitors mounted on the walls.
" am I..." Said ayanokoji thinking that this place reminded him of the white room
Ayanokoji felt a shiver run, down his spine as he looked around the room. Everything about it screamed "white room," from the stark, white walls to the clinical precision of the cameras and monitors. For a moment, he wondered if he had been transported back to that oppressive environment where he had been raised, where he had felt like a lab rat being observed and studied.
Ayanokoji turned around as the door opened and a group of people entered the room. His eyes widened in surprise as he recognized them as the creators and producers of the Danganronpa TV show.
The producers discussed amongst themselves, clearly pleased with how things had turned out. One of them looked at Ayanokoji and grinned. "Well done, kid. You were quite the spectacle on TV," he said with a chuckle.
" This was a good first try crossover"
" More like boring! Even the writing made no sense!"
"True, but that's why I said it was a good first try -"
" Many people did watch it even tho it was ridiculous in some cases"
" Ayanokoji kun-"
Ayanokoji's eyes widened in shock and surprise as he heard that voice. He turned around to see none other than-
" I guess, your memory still haven't gotten back to you yet?"
" Huh?"
" Horikita?"
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Danganronpa V3: of the elite (Volume 2 Not Finished)
Fanfictionafter the island exam in his first year of his new highschool life , our mc kiyotaka wakes up in an abandoned school He came to realize after that , that he was kidnapped and forced into this killing game with the other ultimates How can he surviv...
