Dangan Ronpa Minecraft

Chapter 40: Sides

Herobrine went back up to his throne. Looks like he's done debating. The Mastermind, Mitch strolled over to his podium and took off the picture. He threw off the cloak and crown, took out a black dog tag and put it around his neck and he reached to his eye and took out two brown contacts. "Now because Mr. Goody-Two Shoes here ruined my fun... Time for plan b! After I explain some more things." He coughed.
"Ahem...
So Seto came up to me and was like, hope, hope, hope, hope, no despair, hope, hope, hope, we should go somewhere where we won't despair, hope, hope, hope, do you know anywhere where we can go hope?
And I was like, well Bodil made a Mansion let's go there. And in my head it was like, Hahaha I'll send you all to despair.
So then Seto was like, what if they fall to despair? Hopeity, hope hope. I don't wanna die hope!
And I was like, ok then, lets switch places!
And Seto was like, ok hope!
And thats how I did it!" Mitch grinned.

"You're so sick and twisted." Brice glared at him. "You killed him! You killed Seto!"

"Nope! I'm pretty sure Ian killed him." Mitch smirked.

"And I did not say hope that much." Seto grumbled.

Jerome was just standing there, eyes wide and his mouth gaped open. Right... Mitch and Jerome were...

"Oh... Jerome, look at you! Falling to despair! Just how I liked to see it!" Mitch exclaimed. "Great job Biggums!"

If I were Jerome, I would walk up there, and beat Mitch up. But Jerome fell to his knees. "Ahahaha..." Mitch laughed quietly. "So much despair... Now!" He shouted. "I have something for you all to watch! It's time you all knew about the Most-Despairing-Incident-in-Minecraftian-History!"

Big TVs came down and turned on. On the TVs there was people with Herobrine masks on, destroying stuff and killing people. "You really, really still wanna get out!?" Mitch smirked. "Ha! Yeah right!"

"What... Why is..." Sweat dripped down Brices face. "The hell!"

"When did this happen?" Quentin asked. He didn't look scared but his eyes shown fear.

"Eh, about a year ago." Mitch replied.

"A... Year?!" I echoed.

"From when we entered this mansion maybe a month has passed..." Quentin pointed out.

"But I don't remember any of this!" Brice shouted. "Is this... Is this related to our amnesia?"

"Maybe so..." Mitch smiled.

"I have an idea!" I turned to Bash. "Bash, maybe he might remember."

"What?!" Bash screamed. "A-Are you telling m-m-me to switch with S-Sukio?! Why?!"

"You share your knowledge, but not your memories right?" I asked.

"Oh yeah!" Brice exclaimed. "C'mon Bash!"

"I-I... Um... I... Uh... I... I g-guess..." Bash stammered. "B-but I need something to pass o-out from... I'm n-n-not gonna w-willingly do it!"

"Hey Bash, look at the TV." Quentin smirked.

Bash looked and there was a close-up of a guy getting murdered. He fainted. And then... "Helloooo, everyone! Your favorite serial killer is here!" Sukio announced. He looked around and looked at Mitch. "Woah! You're not dead?! Nice look there dude!"