AU's and Short Stories

A Despair Inducing Ending

DB bit her lip as she looked around the trial room, everyone hesitant about her accusation. They didn't have very much evidence to go off of, and the only person with an unclear alibi was none other than Toko Fukawa. She had to take this chance. She had to trust her gut.

Everyone castes their votes, the majority voting for Fukawa, trusting their friend that she made the right choice. Monokuma looked over the votes cast, just like always. "Upupupupu~! You all guessed.... WRONG!!! Dun dun dun!!" He called out, standing up and throwing the papers up in the air. There was a collective gasp from the group, faces paling, body's shaking, eyes growing wide. DB was in shock. She... She had failed.

"Now, I know that the rules are you all gotta die, but I thank that's just too boring! So predictable! So, I'm gunna do something different~!" Monokuma said, blushing softly at the despair inducing thought. "I'm gunna kill the accuser~!"

Everyone slowly looked at DB. Tears where streaming down her cheeks. She was shaking in fear at the thought. She looked around the room, and she sobbed. "I-I'm sorry... I failed." She choked out before she was lead away to her death, leaving behind the trinkets she was given by the pastly excited, as well as one of her own. Her golden ring.

DB Bartlette Accused Wrong!
Now it's time for Punishment!

A single spotlight on a grand piano, and at it sits  our protagonist. Music is placed in front of her by a maestro Monokuma. It's all too familiar, a torturous piece that conjures up bad memories. She gulps down her nervousness and begins playing. Soon, the pages fly by her, forcing her to play as fast as she can to keep up. The song ends, leaving her fingers sore. The piano is taken away and replaced by a microphone. She's given another set of sheet music. She sings the song that is written, leaving her voice hoarse.

The microphone is taken away and she is commanded to dance. The stage is set with a forest background, with a moon and stars hanging above. The small girl dances, but she is tired. She falls, crumpling to the floor, and just like her, the stars begin to fall as well, crashing down around her until there is only one left. That single star hangs above the bespectacled girl, but she does not move. She is too tired. She closes her eyes and hopes that her inevitable death is quick. The star falls, crushing her, and a stage fades to black.