Danganronpa: Another Story

Prologue

The Biggest, Most Awful, Most Tragic Event in Human History. That was the day when my dreams of attending Hope's Peak Academy was over. I will never forgive what she's done to me, what she has done to billions' of peoples' lives. All for the sake of despair? Never. I will never fall into her despair.

Let me introduce myself. My name is Ueno Chihiro. No no, I'm not Fujisaki Chihiro, we just happened to have the same names. Oh? How do I know Fujisaki-san? I would have never known of her existence if I never saw the killing game broadcasted everywhere in Towa City.

It's a shame, really. How all of that went down. You'd think they'd all build up trust in each other and fight against Junko's system. But it all starts with the first murder. Someone has to ruin if for the entire group. Someone had to have believe in Junko's words and plot for a murder. Once it actually happens, it only goes downhill from there.

Anyways, I, Ueno Chihiro, was scouted for Hope's Peak Academy, right when I was a third year in middle school as the Super High School Level Botanist. I love plants, it's one of the fundamental parts of the ecosystem. My best friend, Saki-chan, has also been scouted for Hope's Peak as the Super High School Level Cosplayer, and for a good reason, too. If there is any any anime, manga, cartoon, or video game series you can name, she has probably cosplayed as a character from that series.

It's been a while since I've seen Saki-chan. I wonder if she's doing alright. Ever since The Tragedy happened, I've been living in my parents' secret hideout in our garden. I've been using vegetation to guard my backyard, using poisonous plants as wards to keep the monokuma children at bay. As an additional level of security, I've developed a GMO for Venus Fly Traps to not only trap flies, but to trap the robotic monokumas as well. Even though I am safe, I still worry. I still worry if I'll ever be saved. I still worry about Saki-chan. I still worry about anyone who might still be out there trying to survive.

Anyways, it's been a very long time since I've been living in my little safe haven, too many days for me to count. It was all starting to become normal for me until one day I got a mysterious letter dropped from a helicopter in the sky. It read:

"Dear survivor,
We are from the Future Foundation. We are aware of your location and needs but unfortunately, we are unable to retrieve any survivors with our own equipment for the safety of you and our agents. We can, however, get you out of Towa City. If you can make it to Towa City International Airport within the next week, your escape will be guaranteed. We've included the safest routes to arrive at the airport for your convince. If you miss the deadline, another departing airplane will take off the following week, and so on.
Best of Luck,
The Future Foundation"

At first, I thought this letter was a hoax, a way of gathering a bunch of people up only to have another killing game, so I decided to stay. Two days have passed and I begin to second guess my assumption, heavily debating if I should go or not. By the 4th day, I was ready to leave. I might as well take a chance, staying here wouldn't do me any good. From my house, it takes 3 days to walk to the airport, sbut I had to pack heavily, making my departure 30 minutes later than what I've wanted. Every minute counted, if I miss this flight, I'd have to spend another week in this hell-hole. That is, if what this letter is true, I would.

So I set off, taking the recommended route, and just as the letter says, they were pretty safe. As I continued my journey, I've come to have trust this letter more and more, and this filled me with hope. Sweet, sweet hope. I could almost taste it. Before I knew it, I was standing at the main entrance of the Towa City International Airport, with just 30 minutes to spare. But just when that sweet taste of hope became savory, I realized I was at the back of a very long line in security. It seems that a large portion of the remaining, un-bangled survivors are here. I glance fretfully at my watch. If the line doesn't move any faster, the plane will leave without me.

"No way! Chihiro-chan?! Is that you?!"

I hear a familiar voice call my name about 20 people ahead of me.

"You stay right there, Chihiro-chan! I'm going back there!"

It was my childhood friend, Saki-chan. The Super High School Level Cosplayer was dressed as the main character, Mahouka, from Mahouka Magical, an anime popular to teenage girls, despite it's dark themes. She started towards me, slipping between the people to get to my spot in line.

"Saki-chan! Why did you come all the way to the back of the line?" I question her, grabbing hold of her shoulders. "What if you miss the flight?"

"No problem! This line moves pretty quick anyways. There's three jumbo-sized planes waiting for all of us!" Saki waved her hands in the air. "Also... Oh my GOODNESS, Chihiro! You're still alive! And you haven't been tagged by those demon kids either! That means you can escape with me!"

I force out a small laugh, scratching the back of my head. "Yeah, I guess I did make it here in one piece. I've been using my garden as shelter."

Saki's face went from excited to surprised. "So it was you!"

"You saw my garden?"

"Aha, yea I did." She raised a finger. "I knew it was you but I was hiding in a monokuma cosplay! I didn't want your plants to think I was an intruder and attack me!"

I place my hands on my hips. "A monokuma cosplay, huh?"

Saki peace signs me. "Once I found out that I could escape from here, I was sooooo~ so so happy that I put on my~" she did a little twirl "Mahouka Magical cosplay!"

I let out a giggle as the line continues to move. Soon, more people were to get in line behind the two of us. It was kinda nice knowing that I wasn't the only one to rush here. As we waited in this quickly moving line, Saki and I caught up for a few hours. It was pretty nice, actually. Being able to talk to human beings instead of plants is a nice change. 

After a few hours of stressful security checks and long waiting, it was finally our turn to board the plane.

"Do you have the letter?" The ticket checker asked.

"Why yes we do, ma'am~!" Saki replied as we both dug out our copies of the letter from our purse.

The lady hesitated for a moment. She put her index and middle finger to her ear and her eyes widened. "I need to check on something on the last plane." She hurried down the hall, disappearing from around the corner.

"I hope everything is alright." Saki's entire attitude changed in an instant and her eyes dropped to the ground.

"It should be fine, Saki." I put my arm around my friend, drawing her close.

After about five minutes, a young man points out the large window looking at the runway. "H-Hey guys. L-Look."

To my horror, I find the two out of the three jumbo sized planes on the runway, two of which were facing each other at opposite ends of the runway, the other sat promptly in the middle, the front facing toward us in the airport. No, I whisper under my breath. This can't be happening. But it is. The two planes slowly started gaining speed. Faster and faster they went. The jets were now on and smoke was coming from the wheels. At this point, there was no going back, everyone's fate was sealed. It was like slow motion on impact, I couldn't believe what was actually going on right in front of me. The three planes had collided, causing a huge explosion on the runway. My jaw dropped. Saki fell to her knees.

Just as the explosion died down to a slowly dying flame, the airport monitors suddenly flickered to a monochromatic bear.

"Bum bum bum! Is this on? Check, one two!"

I felt sweat run down the side of my face and my body started to shiver quite violently.

"It's about time I finally gathered you twits in one place!" The bear exclaimed. "Let's get this show on the road!"