Super YouTube Ronpa 2

The Liars' Room

"A body has been found!"

Upon hearing these words, Felix rocketed out of his bed.

No, this definitely wasn't a nightmare. This was all too real.

The sound of footsteps running down the hall rang out to Felix's ears. Apparently he wasn't the only one who had slept in, and missed the murder of whoever had been deprived of life.

The Swedish man jumped out of his bed, and out of the bedroom. He hadn't ran this quickly since their physical trial, where his own life was on the line. Looking ahead of him, he noticed a certain brunette running just as fast as he was. Shane Dawson. Only hearing the screams while half-asleep, Felix didn't have a single clue as to what direction he was supposed to be going. He merely followed the man in front of him.

The two took turn after turn together, and just when the blonde figured that Shane was just as clueless as he was, there it was.

It being a river of blood leading off from a different hallway.

When the red had become obvious, Shane slowed to a inching pace, leaving Felix time to catch up and do the same. As they rounded around the corner the blonde instinctively closed his eyes. Whatever was behind that wall, the Swede was 100% sure he wouldn't want to see it. But he opened his eyes anyways, feeling instant regret.

In the middle of the hall, surrounded by a group of everyone else in the building, along with a pool of red, laid Anthony Padilla.

Felix ran up to the corpse, close to tears. The death couldn't have been painless, due to one obvious reason.

There was large metal spike sticking straight through Anthony's chest.

Despite the force the spike must have cause, the American was still propped up. He was gripping onto the doorknob of the door in front of him, and the top half of his body was slightly hanging because of it. His head was drooping down, but Felix was sure his face must be twisted into one of pure horror.

"Looks like little Anthony got a little too curious for his own good! He wanted to see what his friend was trying to tell him, and decided to go discover what it was all by himself. Since he was willing to do this alone for everyone, I figured it was close enough to a sacrifice. Someone did need to die seeing as you all were too slow to figure all this out. He just got too close to something I was trying to hide for your own good. Oh well." The radio's voice filled the silent air.

"Something your were trying to hide...?" Phil repeated. His eyes were locked onto Anthony, full of disbelief that another one of his friends had been brutally murdered.

Somehow, curiosity was pushing away grief. The need to open the door and see just what the villain was hiding behind it. As usual, Felix was the first to actually confront this desire. He slowly reached towards the door handle. Unwillingly, he pushed Anthony's hand away. The grip was tight despite it no longer having life. It was pale, and quickly losing any sense of warmth. The male turned the doorknob, and pushed open the wooden door. Inside it was dark, and the light from the hallway only illuminated one certain thing.

A person.

A male, to be specific. The man looked to be dead, but shifted slightly when the light shined down on him. His eyes opened, and looked up to Felix.

"Felix...?" The man said feebly, his voice sounding as though it hadn't been used for a long time.

Though his entire person looked dirty, unkempt, and weak, the face was definitely familiar, as was the strained voice.

Wait a second...holy shit...! Felix thought. I-I know him! He's alive?! That's--

The Swede's thoughts were interrupted by an outburst behind him.

"Y-You! That radio wasn't lying, he kept you alive all this time! You tried to kill me!" The shouting originated from Jon, who had now pushed his way ahead of Felix and was pointing an accusing finger at the man on the ground.

"What...? Oh shit..." The man questioned, seemingly too dazed to respond properly

"What?! He couldn't kill anyone!" Felix protested, confused by the accusation.

"Yes he could! This is the guy I told you about, Felix! The guy that went totally bonkers and tried to kill me. I thought he accidentally killed himself, but I guess whoever did this helped him and kept him in here..." Jon explained, still shouting.

"Wait...it's you! You're the guy that killed Jack! I saw you! Then you tried to kill me!" The man screamed, pointing right back at Jon and ignoring anything the blonde tried to say. He shuffled back on the floor, seemingly full of fear.

"What the fuck is going on in there?!" Shane shouted from the hallway. He, along with the others, couldn't see into the room, and didn't have a single clue what was going on.

"Alright, everyone get out of there!" Minx shouted.

Felix, Jon, and the new member all climbed out of the room, efficiently avoiding each other.

"Who are you?" Joey asked the stranger, confusion etched on his face.

"That's the traitor that tried to kill me!" Jon pointed out once again, now for everyone to hear.

"You liar! When we were the only three left, you killed Jack to save yourself. I was gonna go to the trial and turn you in, but you tried to kill me before I could! You knocked me out, and then...I woke up in there. Someone gave me food and water and let me survive for who knows how long, but they kept knocking me unconscious." The other man shouted back, rubbing the back of his head at the headache he obviously had.

"You're the liar here! I don't know what you're trying to do, but no one's going to believe that." Jon retorted.

"Stop trying to trick everyone! You're the murderer!" The man fought back.

Felix was growing irritated with the constant bickering, and eventually had to step in.  "Everyone shut up! Obviously one of you is lying, but right now we're in a life or death situation, and we don't have the time to figure this out right now! So someone fill him in, and get back to looking for who did all this so none of us end up like Anthony here."

The two grew quiet, and after letting the blonde's words seep in, everyone complied. But Felix took the responsibility of filling in his old friend for himself.



Survivors: 8 to 9