Who you were (Pregame Saiouma)

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I rubbed my eyes sighing as I heard the morning announcement. It was hard to make out the words but I knew it was that. It had to be that.

I didn't feel like getting out of bed. I didn't have a dream, I had another one of those stupid "memories" and a nightmare. At this point whenever I close my eyes all I can see is his face, his smile, his tears... were they all fake? Was he truly a soulless monster like I had thought he was? Did he truly not care when Gonta died? His tears... something seemed real about them... maybe it was true that he was upset but he just didn't want to damage his image? Who knows...

I got up, deciding it what I would do today. I wanted to see it at least one more time. Maybe if I saw it again then I could forget? It wasn't likely but still-

My walk to that room was boring. The lights flickered and there was some debris in the way occasionally but nothing ground breaking, nothing that would tell me what was going threw that brat's head. Of course, this wouldn't give me any incite either... nothing would... well besides Oma himself, but he was dead.

I lingered outside for a bit, did I really want to go back in there?

I sighed, wishing I had my hat so I could make it cover my face. Now wasn't the time to stand out here wondering if I should go in, I had to go in. Maybe, just maybe there was something here that I had looked over.

When I opened the door it was dark, the only light being that from the outside. The smell was pungent to say the least, I gagged as soon as I opened the door. It was such a metallic smell, it was so weird. It was as if someone melted steel then threw in some roadkill for extra gag material. I covered my nose as I slowly inched in.

They never cleaned it up. His blood was still splattered all over the room... no wonder it smelled so bad.

I pressed the light switch, half hopping it wouldn't work. This just happened, maybe it doesn't feel real because I still haven't processed it?

It, of course, worked, turning on with no problem.

The press was just as I remembered it, the blood was still where it had been. At this point it seemed caked onto the surfaces. I would've imagined Monokuma would want to clean it up... I guess not though... how odd. Maybe it was because of what a pain it would be? Maybe he just didn't care enough, after all I was the only one alive still.

I sat down, putting my back up against the machine. Was Oma really nothing more than a lie? Had I been incorrect in jumping to that conclusion?

Was that even jumping to a conclusion? All he ever did was lie. Even in death, it seemed he somehow still lied and played his tricks. Why did he have to be so difficult? Why couldn't he let me figure him out?

...did I not try hard enough? Was that the problem?... it couldn't be. In the beginning I really did give it my all, wanting to figure out the enigma that was Oma Kokichi, till I realized that there was no figuring him out.

"Nishishishish~! Why beloved it seems you miss me more than I expected~!"

My head shot up immdentally.

No... it couldn't be...

"Over here~!" It cooed. I could now tell the voice came from outside the hangar.

I quickly stumbled to my feet, almost falling down in the process. I didn't say anything as I dashed out.

"Nishishish~ over here Sai-chan~!" It came from behind me, making me turn around fast.

"Over here~! Or am I lying? Nishishish~!" It now came from the opposite direction. I again turned around trying to follow it.

Suddenly all I could hear was that stupid laugh coming from all sides. I covered my ears, my breath was getting more quick as I sat down pulling my knees to my chest. "P-Please, stop!" I cried out, my voice cracking. It was then I noticed tears rolling down my cheeks. It was then I realized just how alone I was.

They were all dead.

All of them.

I'm the only one left.

A sob escaped my lips. I didn't want to be alone. I wanted someone, anyone. I'd even take someone like Oma or Korekiyo. Anyone!

"Pupupu~!"

Ok maybe not anyone.

"I heard someone crying~!"

I didn't turn, I didn't need to to recognize that voice.

I got up, drying the tears with my shirt's sleeve as I began to walk away, my walking slowly becoming faster until I was running down the halls.

I blindly ran into a room, the only one open. I laid down, closing my eyes. Maybe it wouldn't hurt if I took a nap? Even if I see nothing but him, it would be better than being here.

A/N: I wrote most of this a few nights ago at like 2 am while listening to Melanie Martinez and Billie Elish-
I am trash-