Disventuronpa

Prologue - 3

We started walking where the sign pointed. Thankfully, there was a dirt path so we couldn't stray too far. Noticeably, there were no street lamps or anything. It made sense, considering it's an island, but if it were nighttime, it'd surely be hard to navigate through the place.

Luckily, the dining hall isn't longer than a 3-minute walk, as Rosa and I already arrived.

"We're here! Hopefully the food here won't be nasty," she chuckles.

Placing her hand on the doorknob, she opened the door, revealing the lit-up dining hall and the three people that were present. There was what seemed to be an older man, gray hairs and all, a guy with a bowlcut and crop-top, and a dark-skinned guy with an orange shirt that was glued to his phone.

"Well this is a sausage party," I thought.

"EUGH!"

Rosa and I jumped in our skin at the screeching voice. It came from Mr. Bowlcut.

"Not only the cabins, but the dining area is also fucking disgusting! God, who even cleans this place?!"

His yapping was very, very loud.

"Yeah, and what otherworldly planet doesn't have internet," orange-shirt spoke, holding his phone in the air as if to get a signal.

The old man spoke next, "Haha, yeah. Dirty buildings and no internet connection! Those make me mad as well!"

Bowl cut and orange hair shot the old man a look.

"Um, excuse me," Rosa spoke up, wanting to break the awkward tension in the room, "It's nice to finally meet you all. I'm Rosa Maria, and this is Ally. I'm here to tell you all that Kristal needs everyone back at the Cabin Site. But, before you all leave, we'd like to know you all."

Bowl-cut scoffed, "Ugh, I'm happy to go back there. At least it doesn't smell unlike this place."

With that, he waltzed over to us, shoved Rosa out of the way, and pranced out the way.

"Ouch-!"

"Hey!" I shouted, "You can't just push her like that!"

"I don't care, pasty," bowlcut snarled, continuing to walk away.

I huffed, stomping my foot down. Deciding it's best to ignore him, I placed a hand on Rosa's shoulder. She looked more annoyed than hurt, but I still felt bad.

"You ok?" I asked.

"Yes I am fine, don't worry," she replied, blowing out a sigh, "I've dealt with jerks before."

The orange-shirt man laughed, holding his phone up.

"Ahahaha! That was hilarious! You two's reactions were priceless!" he pressed a button on his phone screen.

"You," I glared, "Wait, were you recording us?!"

He laughed again, "How could I have not? It was funny! Now if only I could get some service to post it."

Rosa placed her hands on her hips, "I don't see how any of this is funny."

The man's smile faltered, "Oh, don't be so upset. I'm sure once I upload it, you two will gain more followers!" he squinted his eyes at us, "You two do have a Tiktok account, right?"

"That doesn't matter," Rosa shook her head. At this point she most likely decided she was done speaking to him as she turned her attention to the eldest guy with the tattoos, "Are you in on this as well?"

The older gentleman chuckled, "Well, not involved with this exact situation... but I'm totally in with all the new social media sites! Like Facebook! And Myspace! Did I mention I have a Club Penguin account?"