Dangan Ronpa Minecraft- Extras Book!

Ty and Bodil (Short story)

The city outline was black against the red sky and the bright setting sun. The buildings and streets had been long-polluted with ash and grime from fires, explosions, blood, and the lack of cleaning or care for two years. Fires dotted the city, wether they were small controlled fires being used by people or burning buildings. People dotted the streets, usually stumbling around, sitting down, or lying facedown dead in the grotesque streets.
Watching all of this, which was normal activity now, was a boy from a window on one of the top floors of the largest building in the city. This building, unlike the rest if the buildings in the city, was clean and pure on the inside. It was safe.
The boy watched the city with dull and tired brown eyes that seemed more mature than the rest if him. He brushed his long brown hair out of one of his eyes and stared down at the city once more.
Two people down on the street caught his attention. One was sitting on the street, huddled against the side of a building, when another walked right up and started beating them to death with a blunt object the boy couldn't distinguish from this view.
He could faintly hear the yelps of pain from the person as they were beat, but they didn't make any effort to run away or fight back, and soon the cries of pain ceased. The person with the blunt object stepped over the body and kept walking. Nobody else in the area even blinked an eye at the scene, and neither did the boy, as this was considered normal activity on the streets.
That person used to have a life, the boy thought, staring down at the body. And feelings. And hope. People were killed like this by despair-insane murderers every day, yet the boy always felt responsible for every casualty. He didn't know why. He knew that he hadn't caused despair, of course; that had been the works of the infamous Herobrine and his rumored accomplice, but the boy felt responsible for not stopping it sooner. That was just how he always felt.
He turned at a knock on the door. The boy's room was a small bedroom, with nothing but a bed and a table. Before even waiting for a response, the person knocking entered.
In stepped a boy who looked slightly older than the first boy. He wore a black suit that was casually unbuttoned at the top to reveal a white undershirt with a bright yellow and orange striped tie hanging over it. He had short dark brown hair and large sunglasses. He wore a small, friendly grin.
"Ty, are you really just going to sit in your room all day?" The boy in the suit asked with a peculiar accented voice.
The boy at the window sighed. "Why do you care? I do every day..."
The boy in the suit walked over to stand next to Ty. "Look, you're not responsible for any of this! We're all trying to spread hope and stop despair together; we wouldn't be in this government building if we weren't. We'd be out on those streets you stare down at every day."
Ty drew his eyes away from the streets to look at his friend with his dull brown eyes. "I know that. But... people are dying every day. The people out there with despair that are on the streets. And the people that still have hope-the people we're working with-aren't much better. Minecraftia is dying, Bodil."
Bodil frowned. "Ty, we're all trying our best, and you know that. You need to take the weight of responsibility off your shoulders. You can't feel responsible for every person down there that dies. How do you think Notch feels? He's running this whole hope program! He's turned his office building into a shelter for people with hope, like us!"
"But it's not good enough!" Ty exclaimed. "Have you seen what it's doing to our friends? Seto hasn't left his room for a week, he says he's working on a project but how do we know? Ian's started talking to himself. How long will it take him, or anyone, to lose hope? And Bashur's just cracked all together! Either he's a worried mess, or he's straight up insane and calling himself something different entirely, Phsyco the Bashur or something like that!"
Bodil put a hand on Ty's shaking shoulder. "Look, you just need to stop feeling responsible for everybody. Just forget despair, and concentrate on hope! You'll need it for this project I'm working on, hehe."
Ty frowned. "Project?"
Bodil nodded excitedly. "Yeah! I didn't tell you yet. I got Notch's permission personally to do it! I'm building a huge mansion, deep in a big forest that's hardly been touched by anyone. Us and a bunch of our friends are going to move into it, and we can stay there for the time being instead of this cramped office building!"
Ty blinked. "You're really doing that?"
Bodil chuckled. "Hey, if I can build parkour maps, why not a mansion? We can stay there until the despair has died down a bit, and it'll be easier to control and get rid of. You don't have to worry about anyone there."
"But...I'm scared," Ty admitted.
Bodil frowned. "Of what?"
Ty sighed. "Just...you know how they're all getting. Like with Bashur and his 'other personality'. Would it really be safe there? And what would happen there, too? Would people really relax, or would the confinement drive them mad and... and do what people on the streets do?"
Bodil raised his eyebrows. "You mean murder?"
Ty looked away.
Bodil gave an easygoing laugh. "The mansion's safe, Ty! There's no weapons or anything that can be used as a weapon. What are people gonna do, beat you to death with pillows?"
Ty cracked a smile. "Yeah...but, I still feel...uneasy about the whole thing."
Bodil smiled. "Here, how about this...if it'll make you feel any better, we could swap places!"
Ty shot Bodil a confused look. "Swap places?"
Bodil nodded excitedly. "Yeah! We could be disguised as one another. No one would know! If anyone really wanted to hurt you, they'd target me instead!"
Ty thought for a moment. "But...wouldn't that put you in danger?"
Bodil chuckled. "Well, nothing bad's gonna happen anyway! It's so you feel safe."
Ty was silent. He looked down at the city. "You know...thanks, Bodil. Really. You're a good friend."
Bodil smiled. "Don't worry about it! Whatever it takes to get you to come. We'll have a good time, I promise!"
Ty gave a small smile. "Yeah. I'll go to the mansion."
"Just try to stop worrying, 'kay?" Bodil told Ty, and left the room.
Ty walked away from the window and flopped down on his small bed. Ty felt he should value good friends like Bodil more...he was always trying to cheer everyone, especially Ty, up with his strange humor.
Ty smiled to himself. He still felt a twinge of uncertainty about the mansion. Maybe...maybe he could form a secret alliance with someone, in case anything bad happened?
He pictured Bodil laughing at him for worrying, but it was just Ty's nature.
He would probably want a close friend...when he thought 'close friend' his mind shifted to Adam, but Adam would probably have fun the whole time, without worrying. He needed someone more serious...Jason, maybe? Yes, Jason would be a good idea. And maybe someone else, too...someone who could keep a secret, or someone sneaky. Ryan? Ty didn't know Ryan too well, but he wore a batman suit, the guy had to be at least a little batman-like. And batman would be a good ally.
Ty flopped over on his bed. He took his headphones off and set them on the table. He'd ask Jason and Ryan tomorrow, or whenever he got the chance...he let his mind, at peace for once, drift into dreamless sleep.
Outside the door, Bodil silently laughed to himself. He was very fond of his ability to tell lies.