Frenzy (REBOOT) (Pokémon Danganronpa)

Chapter 44: War?

THIRD PERSON

"There's still so much missing..." Sammy muttered from the corner of the room.

She had spent nearly the entire night theorizing and writing down calculations on several sheets of paper—which she had borrowed from Grace. From her cluttered desk, the Braixen heaved a shaky sigh and stood from her seat. Making quick haste towards the bed, she wasted no time sitting down.

"Occupied..." A smooth voice called to her just before the vixen realized she was sitting on someone.

"Oh..! Apologies." Sammy dipped her head and quickly rolled over to her side of the mattress. "I'm pretty exhausted."

"Yeah, I could hear you scribbling for hours. What were you up to, might I ask?" Leon slipped his head out of the comforts to stare at the girl next to him.

"Uhm, well, it's quite complicated. There was something bothering me, but I can't say it now. To be specific, I'm calculating a lot of potential chemical reactions in the brain—medicinal stuff." Sammy summarized with a gentle smile, expecting the jackal not to understand.

"I see." He turned to the ceiling. "I wish my past had involved complex theories such as those, I feel as if I was stuck in the wilderness."

"You'd be surprised as to how many Pokemon decide not to involve themselves with such technology." The Braixen mimicked him and also decided to lay on her back.

"Why?"

"It's a choice...I know very little about everyone's backstory, but I'm sure you and Sherwood are alike in being wild Pokemon."

"'Wild Pokemon'...quite a term. Makes us seem unkempt or rabid." Leon frowned.

Sammy cleared her throat. "You'll be happy to know it's not a popular term."

"Ah..." The Lucario chuckled. "So...what medicinal things?"

"Mmm..." She considered telling him, mostly due to a mixture of context and the fact that Sam could hear them. Something told her that it was okay this time, so she found it in herself to be honest. "Well, I've been starting to think that Sam is acting this way because of a symptom."

"A symptom? As in something psychological?"

"Very close, I wouldn't say it's something genetic...more so something that was brought to life by a string of events." Sammy placed a thoughtful paw on her chin. "There was a shift in her brain."

"Most would state it's obvious; she's crazy, for lack of better words." Leon murmured in distaste.

"I know, I know. It feels bad whenever everyone hates her...cause she's related to me. I won't deny that we'd be better off if she was dead, but you can't quite escape the grasp of family." The Braixen cupped her paws under the sheets to fidget with them.

"Yeah..." The mention of family seemed to irk the jackal, and vixen noticed immediately.

"Sensitive topic?"

"Not really." Leon stoically refused. "My motive card said that I killed my brother for selfish reasons. I do not wish for my memories to return for that reason, otherwise, I'll become what Sherwood hated."

"Not a bad idea, but there's always the chance you'll remember. The library is a good example; Sam wants you all to remember who you guys were."

"Due to the fact that we're all bad people, correct?" Leon turned his head over to lock eyes with the Braixen. "From what I can tell, a lot of us have done something irredeemable."