Super Danganronpa 2 x Reader Insert|The Ultimate Sharpshooter

Prologue|Part Three|

Arriving at the next building, you notice it looked to be a store of some sort. In front of it was a large, LED sign that looked a bit out of place for a tropical island. "Rocket-punch Market" flickered with red lights. That's quite the unusual name. Then again, this whole place was unusual. So, shrugging it off, you walk over to the doors that slid open automatically. Upon entering the market, you were quick to notice the girl with multicoloured and unique hairstyle in one of the isles to your right, looking at what seemed to be a wide variety of food.
You look around the store, raising an eyebrow as you spot some large bottles of cola on one of the shelves. Who could even drink that much? They were probably for party purposes. There were also some surfboards lined up in a rack-- it looks like something fun you could do in the future. The store seemed to have plenty of supplies, so that's one less thing to worry about.
While you were looking around, you felt like someone was watching your every move, as if waiting for me to do something. Tensing up as a bit of paranoia kicked in, you turn around and search for who the gaze belonged to. As you glance to the left, you spot a timid looking girl with bandages along with one of her arms as well as her legs. Her light and dull purple eyes looking at you with a look you couldn't quite describe (although it seemed to be a mix of nervousness and happiness). May as well introduce yourself, hm?
You make your way over to her while looking the stuff she was standing by. Survival goods? There seemed to be a collection of night vision goggles, a gas mask and various other items on the table. Why would you all need those? This is a peaceful trip, right? Or are they there just to be there? Who knows.
"Ah, uhhhh, um. . . um. . . you know," there was a nervous look on her face, ". . I-I'm sorry." The timid girl started to cry? Have you done something wrong?
"Why are you sorry? I'm [F/n] [ L/n], The ultimate Sharpshooter. Nice to meet you?"
"M-My name is Mikan Tsumiki, I-I'm the Ultimate Nurse. Um. . . from the bottom of my heart, I hope we can get along."
Ultimate Nurse? Might come in useful for the future. It may be an explanation for where she got all those bandages, too.
"Um. . . you know. . . um. . . um um um um. . . uhhhh. . . my mind is drawing a blank. . . from nervousness. . . and I went through all the trouble of preparing 5,000 different topics to discuss after introductions!" 5,000? God why so many?
"Well. . uhh. . when you can remember some of those topics, you can come and talk to me. . ? I must take my leave now-- I have other people who I have to introduce myself too."
"Huuuh. . . ahhh. . you wouldn't mind me talking to you? . . Goodbye"
Well, she seemed very timid and skittish. Poor girl probably got bullied a lot. Might happen here, too. Who knows? You haven't met everyone, after all. Anyway, you're onto the next person now! The very energetic one, in fact. You walk around, trying to find her once again and, no long after, you found her in the same spot as last time. She was still looking around at the foods and bouncing around like gravity had no grip on her.
"Peeking, peeking. . . oh Haiiiiiiiiiii! Who're you?!"
"Ah. . . I'm [F/N] [L/N], The Ultimate Sharpshooter." You introduced quickly with a blank voice, blinking in slight surprise at her rather extreme amount of energy.
"Hellooooo? Your tension is super low! Are you feeling alright?"
"Ah, that's right! Introductions are a go-go! "I," "Buki," "Mio," "Da!" Put it together and whadya get? Ibuki Mioda! The Ultimate Musiciaan!"
Well, that's. . . a unique way to introduce yourself, to say the least. But you guess that makes sense for the Ultimate Musician to make an introduction that way.
"All right, introductions are finished! More importantly, check out this bombtastic supermarket! They got hamburgers, ramen noodles, chilli beans, bratwurst, pasta. . . Ooooh, melons! Americans, Chinese, Mexicans, Germans, Italians. . . and even people from Yubari would shop here!"
An odd expression came over Ibuki's face, her arms planted on her hips. She looked sorta proud with her face tilted upwards, a wide smile crawling up her cheeks and her eyes squinted closed. Before you could add in on the conversation (not like you had anything to actually say), Ibuki went off again.
"Man, I'm getting hellaaaaaa stoooked! I'm thirty-one flavors of stoked for all this deliciousness! And when I'm excited I get hungry-mungry! I-I don't understand it myself. . . why do I get hungry when I'm excited? Why do I get excited when I'm hungry? Kyahaha, the human body sure is a mystery!"
You, once again, slowly back away from the energetic girl and left her talking to herself about anything that enters her mind. That seems to be everyone here at the store. You've done everything you need to here, so you should get a move on.