The Unlucky Paleontologist. - A Makoto Naegi x Female! Reader.

PROLOGUE PART 9: The Killing Game.

I stood there. Just.. letting my focus drift into disconnection as everyone around me spoke one by one.

"What—what the hell do you mean?!" Leon grunted out finally with a snarl of a frown mustered on his lips, "We can't just—to.. why would we.. to kill eachother. That's just—"

"To kill eachother is to kill eachother!" Monokuma giggled in an artifical manner, cocking his head to the side robotically. "I'm sure there's a dictionary around here if you can't think of the definition! Puhuhu.."

"We know what that means, damnit!" I heard Aoi cry out, her voice rising with anger. "We're not gonna kill eachother! Why would we do that?!"

"Yeah—quit talking all this nonsense and just let us go home! This is a scam! A scam I tell you!" Hifumi huffed.

"..a scam? Nonsense? Puhu.." Monokuma laughed rather.. softly. The red slash on the right side of his face began to brighten. Flashing over and over as his voice became more like a snarl. "Nonsense.. me, nonsensical.  If anything, you ungrateful teens are the most nonsensical here!"

He began to rock from side to side, kicking his legs as he did so. His playful voice became even more high pitched as he practically beamed with a hint of a growl, "A scam, a scam.. hahahaha! You think I'm actually gonna let you go! Well.. news flash—"

A violent, ear-shattering scream erupted from him, causing several people including myself to place their hands over their ears with a wince. "I'm not!" His voice quickly faded back into a playful one as he sighed.  "This.. hah.. this is your home now! You agreed to this, so you'll be staying here forever! That's just how it is. And if you wanna leave, you can just kill someone! Easy! I'm sure you kids know how to kill with the horror movies and stuff you watch nowadays. Ohhh—maybe you could even replicate something from a horror movie you've seen! You could even—"

"Alright, alright.." Yasuhiro chuckled. "How longs this gonna keep going for?"

"..what?" Monokuma uttered, whatever he was about to say before Yasuhiro interrupted him cut off by a robotic cut to silence. He looked over at Yasuhiro quietly.

"You got us, man! You scared us. You can just go ahead and get to all the ceremony stuff now, right?" Yasuhiro laughed with a grin spread from ear to ear. "What's the point in dragging the joke out for this long?"

"..dragging the joke out?" Monokuma repeated, chuckling like a child. "Pardon me, but if there's anything in that head of yours, I'd like to say that—"

Mondo grunted from somewhere in the room. My eyes darted toward him. From beside Yasuhiro, he stepped out with a snarl on his lips. He breathed heavily.

Raspily, he said, "Out of my way!"

He roughly lifted his arm, shoving Yasuhiro who stumbled to the side for a few moments, and then fell onto the cold surface of the floor with a slight thud. Mondo stomped up to the robotic thing known as Monokuma, cocking his head to the side with a dangerous glint in his eyes. Monokuma didn't move an inch, still sitting on the podium.

"Okay, I don't know what kind of fucking humor you have, but you need to cut it out! This shit isn't funny!"

"Isn't funny? Hah!" Monokuma rather loudly laughed. "I'd say it is! It's almost as funny as your hair. Puhuhuhu.."

I couldn't see Mondo's expression since he was turned away now. But judging by the sharp yell that came from him just then, I could already tell what his face looked like.

"Funny as my—?! You piece of shit!"

Without warning, Mondo slammed his muscular hand onto the stage, lifting himself there onto his knees and quickly standing up. Monokuma continously giggled at him, sounding eerily like a child as his laughter just repeated like a record. His laughter continued and continued, growing more irritated by the moment—