𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐞'𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 | Inquisitormaster & Zsquad| Danganronpa

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SOPHOMORE YEAR- OCTOBER

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TRIGGER WARNING: Attempted Suicide, self-inflicted injuries

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~Drake's POV~

The sky's still dark. The same darkness I floundered through to get to the couch. 3:00 a.m. Those numbers shined on my screen the last time I checked. That was... a while ago? I don't know. Feels like it. Either way, the wish to fall back asleep was thrown over my shoulder into the darkness. The dream was bad. Not nightmare-bad, just the kind that leaves you awake. And nothing else was lulling me back to a state of security, so I got up. Started playing whatever felt right. Right now, that's Little Nightmares 2. It took some time for me to manage the Hunter's level, every sound loud enough to be a jumpscare making me tense, but finished it nonetheless. I'm pretty sure it was 4:30 a.m. by the time I did, though. 

Sleep crept up my back and weighed on my eyelids, yet it felt dangerous to let that thought cross my mind. The "dream" was vivid. It frightened me for a short moment if I'll be honest, and I tried to distract myself with a couple of puzzles in this little dystopian game, though I couldn't shake off the cold sweat drenching me when I woke up. My fingers trail the joysticks, and the little guy with the scruffy bag over his head spins. The side-to-side cinematic point of view was sometimes nauseating on nights when I came to like this, but it's what makes it entertaining and cinematic, I'll say.

Another hour gone, I think. A door opens behind me as I continue through the level, making sure to turn down the TV, but either Jaxx or Light's footsteps stop beside the couch. A quick shock of bafflement washes over me, my attention remains on the screen even if I had stopped moving. I would have thought whoever it was standing behind me would have gone to the bathroom instead of... lingering there behind the couch. I can hear them sniffle. No effort to disrupt the stillness. The small bag-head guy on the screen, however, calls out for his companion, forcing sound into the room before either of us does.

"What are you doing?" Light asks, his words drowsy and hushed from sleep. I wouldn't be surprised if he suddenly decided to collapse into the cushions this instant.

"Watching a marathon," I reply with a light chuckle as I focus on the new puzzle on the screen.

"... Can you go to bed, please?"

"I've tried," I say. "It's not working."

Light groans—I can almost hear his eyes roll. "Then, try again."

I let out a discreet huff. I'm not batting an eye toward him, but I'm not ignoring him. Or, I know I'm not. Hopefully, he takes the same message and doesn't take it as me being rude. He'd tell me, I guess... He can't shut his mouth to save himself.

"Why the hell are you up right now?" He sinks into the space beside me, not too close, but not too far.

I can only shrug. "Couldn't fall back asleep."

"... This is getting concerning. I bet you didn't even sleep before this, did you? You did the same shit last year," he declares crossly, and his unnatural purple eyes narrow at me.

When I get to a safe point in the game, which I would know of since I've played this game so many times in my life, I watch Light. A small smile tugs at the corners of my lips as I whisper, "It was just another night. Don't worry about it, please."