The Big Book Of Amaguji

The Survior's Last Wish P1

Rantaro stood up straight and looked at the camera, he wasn't smiling, he wasn't excited. He was going to be in the next season of Danganronpa and there wasn't anything he could do about it. V3 is premiering in a month and another 10-15 children are going to die, he was lucky enough to survive V2 but not this time. He had no faith in his survival but he HAD too, for the children blinded by desire and fame.

"Name?"

The microphone from the camera spoke up, straightforward and bland. He couldn't make out the gender in their voice so he passed it off as voice alteration.

"Rantaro Amami."

"Ah, the previous survivor. We have something special for you, right now your talent is the Ultimate Survivor. Now, do you have any special plans for this season? The audience would loooove to know~."

Their voice pierced through his ears, sharp and unforgiving. He couldn't be more disgusted but he still kept his deadpanned expression, he even met his fellow classmates who were ecstatic to be in V3, especially a boy with a black hat and amber eyes.

A fake grin grew on his face as he scratched the back of his neck, "That is classified, you'll just have to wait."

The voice giggled

"Oooooh~, creating drama I see? You already have enough controversy surrounding you. I admire your bravery, I really do."

Rantaro exhaled, not annoyed, not angered. He knew that the voice was trying to soften him up, trying to gain his trust so it'll become okay to kill his friends in cold blood just for the publics' sick viewing pleasure.

"What was your original motive for coming on the show, the viewers would love a refresher."

Rantaro inhaled sharply, it was a no-brainer that his motive changed dramatically since the last time he was on, he doesn't even remember his motive! The voice's laugh begged to differ.

"I have an inkling that something changed about you. Don't worry about it for now."

Rantaro glossed over the voice's words, looking at the flashing red light at the side of the camera but when it stopped he knew something was up.

A girl with long blue hair and glasses opened the 'exit' door in the upper right corner of the empty room quickly lead him through a secluded door disguised as a crack.

There was a singular camera and a chair. The room was so dark that his eyes made his skin color look like the pitch blackness that was in every crevasse in the room. Rantaro sat in the chair as the girl stood in the doorway.

"Make something for yourself, you'll need it. Consider this as part of the 'Survivor' perk."

The girl walked out and shut the door. Rantaro looked straight into the camera, his eyes passing over the red flashing light at the corner of the said smaller machinery. He knew there was going to be a catch to this and he wouldn't know, brainwashing? Bribery? What are the chances that the video wouldn't be messed with after? Rantaro exhaled the breath that he held in, he looked forward and leaned in only slightly. He must take the gamble, for him and his future companions.

"I don't know how to say this but Rantaro if you are watching this, this is not your first killing game..."

This look boring at first but it gets better, hopefully.