Gentle winds blow your H/L (H/L = Hair Length) H/C hair from your eyes as you sit up, brushing your hands against blades of grass. You breathe in the fresh air and smell the scent of roses and other flowers nearby.
"Where am I?..." This sudden change in environment takes you by surprise. "W-Was all that... just a dream?" Your lips curve into a smile at the thought. You hear a series of voices call your name, they appear from over the green hills of this peaceful, grassy plain. You see shadows of people, who look around your age. You recognise some of them, how could you ever forget. A few of them run and greet you, a few new faces also join. They seem very familiar though...
"Heyyyy N/N! We thought you left us!" A boy with pink hair, wearing a beanie and a yellow one-piece gives you a happy grin, showing his very sharp teeth.
"The Four Dark Devas were worried about you N/N! As was I, of course..." A tall boy with black hair (with some silver strips in it) hid his face behind his purple scarf as four hamsters pop out and seem to greet you.
"Don't you freakin' dare leave us again like that N/N... I was... N-Nevermind!" A shortish boy in a suit put his hands in his pockets, his face was baby-like yet he was pretty threatening.
"You guys have no hope for her... You really should!" Another tallish male with hair puffy like a marshmallow ruffled your own hair. A few others also joined but you didn't get to see their faces...
The sky faded close to black and everyone disappeared, leaving you alone. The grass has died and withdrew back into the ground, the soil underneath a dark crimson, the roses and beautiful flowers have now wilted, making them droop as their petals fall off. An ominous feeling of despair arrives with the appearance of a misty fog.
"Ha... I see how it is..." A tear falls as the ground below you deteriorates and you begin to float in nothingness. "It was too good to be true..." You close your eyes and whimper. 'I'll be sent back, won't I... Who were those people... I may never know...' A loud bell interrupted your thoughts and you jolt up, drenched in a cold sweat. "Oh yay..." You sigh as you look towards the outfit you prepared for yourself last night. You take a quick shower and put on your clothing. 'I'm just glad no one has died... Wait, I shouldn't jinx it...' You shake your weary head and head to the dining hall. Once there, you take the empty seat next to Makoto and Kyoko, they wave to you as you approach.
"Good morning everyone! Are we missing anyone?" Taka makes a loud entrance, catching everyone's attention. All students look around at their other classmates.
"Hina is the only one not here... I haven't seen her this morning..." Sakura announces this worrying fact and looks as if she wants a hug, Hina does give her one everyone morning. 'Oh shoot... Did I really jinx it?! No... Hina wouldn't go without a fight... If anything, her case would be like Leon's and Sayaka's, in the fact that she would kill someone in self defence.' Then loud and speedy footsteps can be heard from the hall. No more than a second later, a troubled Hina bursts through the doors. (I sware those doors will break sooner or later...) "Hina!" Sakura stands up, a relieved smile on her sculptured face. "Are you ok?... You look like you've seen a-" Hina interrupts her friend.
"Ghost, yes! I did, I did!" Hina jumps into Sakura's buff and strong arms, scared. Everyone's eyebrows are close to shooting off their faces and into the roof.
"And who exactly is this... 'ghost?'" Byakuya crosses his arms, clearly not convinced nor impressed.
"Chihiro!" Hina points to the door, urging us to look.
"T-That's impossible.. I-I didn't know y-you were this d-dumb..." Toko grins in triumph after dissing Hina.
"What is that supposed to mean?!" Hina hisses angrily.
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Ultimate Mystery ~ Danganronpa X Reader
Fanfiction*Warning. This book contains spoilers for Danganronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc and may contain some bad language.* (Y/N) is a new student at Hope's Peek Academy! Nobody knows her ultimate, not even herself, so people call her the Ultimate Mystery. When...