Dangan Ronpa Minecraft: Reset

Prologue

Trapped.

What was the feeling?

Did it mean the sense of dread when one is stuck with no escape?

Is it the feeling of helplessness when you are paralyzed, unable to say or do anything?

Or does it define something else entirely?

When you are trapped, are you trapped by someone else, like prey?

Or was it you who trapped yourself in the situation?

These questions floated around the lonely boy's head, like how he floated through peaceful darkness.

He could have been here for a couple hours, or a couple weeks. He couldn't tell. Everything was black, whether his eyes were squeezed shut or wide open.

But this void he drifted through was peaceful. It was not a literal empty space that surrounded him, but one within his own mind. Yes, he was trapped here in his own thoughts. But this was a peaceful feeling.

The place was all to himself, alone, and quiet. He could drift lazily through the inky blackness forever, with not a worry in his mind as all the work was being done for him in the real world.

The real world... what a waste of time.

When he had first been stuck here, he had panicked, because he felt he urgently needed to return to the outside world. But he grew used to the blackness that surrounded him.

Here, nothing could hurt him. Here, he didn't have to worry. Here, he could forget what was important to him, because here it was no longer important.

Here, most people would say they were trapped. But he was not trapped. He was slipping away. Forgetting it all. There was no need to worry here.