Danganronpa - Murderous Generation

Chapter 1 - The price of survival (pt 4)

(Danganronpa v3 - Darkness Time)

After dinner everyone wandered off into their own rooms, and at 10 pm the same announcement as yesterday went off "Attention all students, attention all students. This is a nightly announcement, it is now 10 pm and as such, it is night time. Okay everyone night night, sleep tight, don't let the bed bugs bite" the dinning hall doors closed for another night, and everyone headed off to their rooms, as Junako laid out on his bed again his anxiety grew (1 day . . . just 1 day left . .) As his thoughts drifted into a quiet slumber he thought of everything that he had done over the past 2 days (have I done enough? Is getting to know everyone really going to stop the killings, or anyone dying at all? . . . or are we all just going to die no matter what I do . . .)

Junako awoke to a bell going off, it startled him, as he almost fell from his bed, the bell sound was coming from his door ". . . uhhh, who is it?" Junako asked as he approached the door, there wasn't a response "I said, who is it? Hello?" Junako asked again from his side of the door, there wasn't any eye piece in the door so he had to open it (please don't let it be a killer . . .) as he pulled his door open, Junako felt a chill run through him. But of course his fears were misplaced, it was just Drake, he was holding a tray of food in front of him "Drake? What the hell are you doing up this early?! What time is it?" Junako asked angrily, the artist was taken aback by his anger "whoa, Junako chill, it's 10 am. You didn't show up for breakfast so I came to check up on you" Drake simply sighed and held forward the tray again "here, you can eat in your room if you're tired" Junako took the tray from Drake and thanked him "so, how's everyone else?" Junako asked "well, they're worried, for a few reasons: first you didn't show up, then there's Monokuma's threat, it start tomorrow doesn't it . . . oh, then there's Toshihiro" Drake looked around behind him for a second then turned back to face Junako "after breakfast he rushed to his room and hasn't come out since. Ataeru and Akemi have been trying to get him to come out of his room since . . . poor guy, he was panicking pretty bad when he came into the dinning hall . . ." the artist sighed and looked across at the rest of the room "well, I'll see ya later Junak-" "no wait. Drake." Junako caught him by the arm as he began to walk away "um, thank you. For the food . . . would you like to come in?" Junako asked, Drake looked back at him and stopped to think for a second "sure, I don't mind" Drake smiled and accompanied Junako into his room.

(Danganronpa 2 - Beautiful days [Piano version])

Junako spent an enjoyable time telling jokes and talking with Drake. Junako felt that he and Drake had gotten a little closer. With nothing left to give him, Junako had to give Drake the pair of black and white bunny slippers that Kounna denied, Drake seemed to like them "oh, they're comfy, thank you Junako . . . so, is there anything you'd like to know about me. I've had you talking about you for quiet some time now, so please, ask me anything" Drake smiled and waited for Junako to respond, "so, hmmmm . . . this is kind of tricky . . . uhh, how about . . . how'd you become the ultimate artist?" Junako asked, the empty plate sat empty save for the plates and utensils he had used, the artist leaned forward from the sofa "well, the whole art thing started when I one day got lost, in the woods, on the way home from school" Drake chuckled and made light of the situation, but Junako wasn't having that "you got lost, in the woods?! Drake, how'd you manage to do that?" "Hey, leave me alone, I was like 10, I only got lost because I . . . okay I just got lost, what? Things happen. Anyways, while it was getting kind of dark, I was obviously terrified, and the only way I thought to keep calm was to think of something else, so I kept focusing on things I saw, but then that started to lose it's power over me, that's when I remember I had a book in my bag, so I got that out, grabbed a pencil and started drawing, and it worked, I began to worry less about where I was, and more about what to draw next" "is that why your have the overgrown aesthetic as your main choice of style?" Junako began to piece it all together, to which Drake chuckled "It would appear so . . . and now that I think about it, I really should of been more aware of my surroundings, I could've fallen off a cliff or something . . uh, sorry, I know this isn't really the place to joke about that kind of stuff" Junako sighed and leaned back in his chair "it's fine . . ." (this guy . . .) "anyways, I eventually found my way back home, it was actually closer than I thought. To make a long story short, I had an pair of angry parents, and a book full of sketches. My folks confiscated it though, they thought that I stayed out till stupid o'clock making a bunch of dumb drawings. Oh well, more on that later. After that event I started to draw more and more, I was a natural at drawing, and everyone I showed them to seemed to love them, so I guess that counts as a backstory of sorts." Drake explained his origins a bit more and the chairman sat and listened with the full intent to keep the information, Junako felt that he had learned a bit more about Drakes' past.