Super YouTube Ronpa 2

The Past is in the Present

Not a single person was sure what to think. Most eyes traveled to Joey. They all knew he didn't remember any of it, but they, for whatever reason, held hope he would somehow remember exactly what had happened.

Of course, Joey was more confused than anyone else.

"You know...this is a little too much for one day. How about we all just go get cleaned up after surviving half a year in the apocalypse, then just get some sleep, okay?" Shane suggested, coming to his friend's rescue.

No one spoke a word, let alone question Shane's reasoning. Slowly everyone cleared out of the room, exiting to their own respected rooms.

Except Felix.

Even with the unnerving video, the Swedish man couldn't stop wondering how the new three in the group had survived; especially Minx and Krism. After everyone had spread out, he ran to catch up to the two.

"Minx! Krism!" He called out to them.

The two females turned around to look around at their blonde friend, small smiles on their faces.

"What's up, Pewds?" Minx asked.

"Well, I was just wondering...how are you two still here? I mean, the only way to stay alive was to kill someone, and..." Felix trailed off, not looking them in the eyes.

The girls' faces went pale, and they both looked grief-stricken.

"Well, then, I guess you can figure out what happened." Minx answered solemnly.

"Wait, but, the two of you-" Felix protested, thoroughly confused.

"There were only three of us left, and we all refused to make a move. Eventually whoever's behind this got sick of it. He told us that two people were allowed to live instead of one to try and get Minx and I to...kill the other girl." Krism explained, looking down at the ground.

"You two really-!" Felix exclaimed in shock, but was cut off by Minx.

"No. We told the other girl we wouldn't dare do that to her, no matter what that thing said. But she...she...she killed herself. To let us live together, she killed herself and we automatically won. She sacrificed herself, but it still felt like murder." The British woman continued.

"...I'm sorry." Felix apologized. He felt terrible for accusing them of murder when that certainly wasn't the case.

The other two nodded in agreement, then turned around and continued walking back to their rooms.

Felix's energy was drained after the day, and he wanted nothing more than to shower for the first time in months, and sleep in an actual bed. However, he still had one last mystery to solve. The mystery that was Jon Cozart. The blonde took off down a different hallway, though he was merely guessing where Jon's bedroom could be. After getting lost a few times, he eventually came across a hall of bedrooms quite similar to the one he had grown accustomed to. There were different golden plates bolted next to the doorways. While he looked  around he noticed strange ones such as a mustache, an eyeball, the letters VG and many more. He wasn't sure why, but he remembered Jon having something to do with paint, so he took his chances on the door with a paintbrush on it and gave it a knock.

Jon opened the door with a slightly confused look on his face. "Uh...hi, Felix, right?" He asked.

"Yeah, yeah. Do you...mind if I ask you something?" Felix asked, his hand instinctively rubbing the back of his neck.

"Sure, go ahead." Jon responded.

"You know that the only way to be left alive is to kill someone else, and you're still alive so..." Felix explained awkwardly. Earlier the man in front of him had mercilessly held a knife in front of his face, so he was half expecting for that situation to repeat.

"I didn't kill anyone, I swear!" Jon exclaimed. "People kept killing until there were only me and one other guy left. The guy snapped, I guess. He tried to kill me. I couldn't try and kill him, so I just hid...after a long time of him searching, I heard a loud crash. Then the radio shouted 'Congratulations!' And I guess he destroyed himself while trying to destroy me. I never got to see the body, or whatever killed him." The American explained darkly.

"Not quite, Jon!" The radio boomed before Felix could get the chance to speak.

"What?" Jon questioned, staring at the radio that was set down the hall.

"Well, I won't comment on your little...story, but I couldn't dare let your little adversary die so easily after he fought so hard for his life! I had him knocked unconscious instead, and hid him away. But I suppose now that the doors are open he's able to get out. You may want to watch what door you open, Mr. Cozart." The electronic told, then went to static.

Jon's eyes widened, and his face went pale. He wasn't able to speak, even if he had words to say.

"I'll just...uh..." Felix stuttered out, then speedily walked away. He wasn't sure what else to do, and couldn't think at that moment.

He walked back to his own group's hallway of bedrooms, and found the room with the fist. He entered and immediately walked into the bathroom. It took a moment to get over the fact the last time he was in one of these bathrooms it was to investigate Toby Turner's dead body. After he was able to, however, he was grateful to actually bathe. After he finished his shower he put his old clothing back on and practically collapsed upon his bed.

The Swede fell into a restless sleep, unable to fully relax with all that had happened throughout the day. The fact that all his traumatic memories of the building were returning didn't help his insomnia either.

After a few well needed hours of sweet sleep, no matter how restless, Felix heard a scream. He merely squeezed his eyes tighter, passing it off as one of his nightmares haunting him endlessly.

Until a sound that was much to real to be a dream rang out.

"A body has been found!"


----------DOUBLE UPDATE IN ONE DAY BECAUSE ALL OF YOU DESERVE IT FOR KEEPING UP WITH MY CRAPPY UPDATE SCHEDULE AND CAUSE YOU ALL ARE REALLY SWEET PLUS THIS ALL WAS SUPPOSED TO BE IN THE LAST CHAPTER BUT IT GOT TOO LONG OKAY I RUINED THE CLIFFHANGER MOOD BYYYYYE----------