The clock struck. The time that the motive is revealed is now.
Everyone had settled in the gym, but emotionally, this couldn't be anymore of a roller coaster of emotions. I couldn't hold the uncontrollable anxiety that was in my body, I found myself chewing on my nail.
My eyes couldn't help by dart around the room, observing the reactions of everyone else. You could hear a single pin drop on the ground, the silence was that deafening. Some had their foots tapping the floor, biting their nails, twirling pieces of hair with their finger, etc...
I turned to the person next to me, Hosoku. He was annoyingly calm during all this. Out of everyone, he had the least amount of body language to analyze. Straight, perfect posture. He was still as a statue. Not to mention, his eyes were straight forward, unmoving. His pose radiated confidence.
"How are you so calm?" I asked, continuing to bite my nail in anxiety.
"I'm not calm. I'm just good at hiding my emotions," Hosoku answered with a perky smile.
Ultimate Hobo? More like the Ultimate Fake-It-Till-You-Make-It...
"Here. Let me help you." Hosoku wordlessly began to draw his body close to me, his arm reaches out forward. He gave me an implying stare straight into my eyes.
My face burned with expectation. "Wh-Wh-What do you mean by—" he pinched me at the side of my stomach. "YAAAAAAHHH!!"
"Hahah! Sorry, sorry. Sorry for..." he tried to compose himself. "Haha!" Emphasis on tried.
I jumped back, holding the side of my stomach that he just pinched. "Why did you do that?!"
I was angered that he pinched me so unnecessarily hard... and that he gave me a very wrong idea in my head.
"That's a trick that my dad did whenever I was nervous like you. Sorry for tricking you like that, Black Cat." He seemed genuinely sorry whilst also giggling over the joke he successfully pulled.
"Whatever," I said as I crossed my arms. "There's no excuses for you!"
"Aye! Stop your yammering will ya?!" Monokuma's powerful presence suddenly made me take notice of the stage and quickly away from Hosoku. "Instead of focusing on your boy toy over there... Why don't you focus on the murderous, vile, motive I have took so long preparing?"
"We don't want to look at your damn motive!" shouts Akito in rebellion. He put his fist up in the air in retaliation.
"Yeah! We don't give a shit or two about your motive, so hurry this shit up!" Touma yells in agreement, earning a face of frustration from Monokuma.
"You all need to learn to be traditional housewives or something! Women nowadays..." Monokuma mumbled grudgingly, despite Akito and Touma clearly being men.
"Everyone should follow my example!" said Monomai, prideful. "An obedient housewife with zero freedom and forced to give childbirth to six kids without pain medication..." Monomai suddenly bursts into tears. "Boohoohoohoo!"
Monokai suddenly turns around, the tears of Monomai slowly fade away, but they're heard in the background. "WHAT A DAMN MESS! IGNORING THAT... WE HAVE SOME SICK MOTIVES TO GIVE YALL! CATCH!"
All of sudden, a meteor shower of what looked like small tablets shot through the air, targeting each and every individual inside. Everyone managed to catch, whether that hit them in the face or by hand. In my case, the tablet shot me in the chest like a slingshot.
"Ow!"
"BLEH! AMATEURS, ALL OF YOU!! WHAT YOU HAVE IN YOUR HANDS IS THE MOTIVE! DO WHAT YOU LIKE WITH IT..."
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Danganronpa: Ticking Demise
FanfictionKikumi Mori is the Ultimate Unlucky Student among 16 Ultimate students best at what they do. She's forced to participate in a killing game led by a pair of animatronic bear toys, Monokuma, and his wife, Monomai, who has a hidden dark side to her. Wh...