Context: I had this random ass Danganronpa dream and I don't like it but I liked the main plot of the dream 👀
The rhythmic beating of his heart in his chest.
The low hum of the ac.
His scared breathing.
The footsteps outside.
The shuffle of his blanket.
The sounds were all to familiar.
He'd just be sleeping and then the footsteps would sound. At first, he was confused on why someone would be waken at this late into the night. They'd happen about once a week or so and he'd be complaining about it the next day of the footsteps, making everyone wary of each other in the Rainbow Mansion. Well, he hated it. He depended on making people happy and seeing them avoid him because of what he said... hurts. Over the next few weeks, the footsteps seemed to increase until it was every night. He would catch a small sound of someone humming but he guessed it was Dinkster.
Until Dinkster died.
The humming continued so he thought it was Micheal.
Until Micheal died.
Now he didn't know who to blame for his sudden waking ups. Junky shivered again, pulling his sweater closer to him. Then the humming stopped. The footsteps stopped. The ac stopped whirring. His heart fell to his gut and he almost let out a small sob at the sound. A low creaking sound. The same sound that always happened when he opened the door. But he locked the door. He made sure he locked it. But what if someone picked it open? The only one's who would know would be Arlus, Philza, Mason, Condi, and Voice. But Arlus and Condi were both dead. The bumped it down to Philza, Mason, and Voice. Philza wouldn't have a need, he's a simple police officer who was forced to room with the teen. Mason was likely but Junky had nothing of value to steal. Voice? No, he was pretty open about being a spy and willing to talk. He would've set small cameras around the boys room. Then who would-
The door closed with a lock.
Junky was frozen to the bed, his eyes wide as he had his back to the wall. Whenever he slept, he still had on those magenta tinted glasses so no one could see his eyes despite the begs both he and TimeDeo have both gotten. 'Phil should've waken by now.' That was true. Being a police officer had it's up and downs, like how Phil had became more alerted of a person, noticing the shift in mood in the air, and being a light sleeper who could detect any noise. The figure approached the bed Junky was on, their foot steps light and motions quick he didn't even notice until after a few second. The figure stared down at the shaken gymnast before sighing softly.
"JunkyJanker, you shouldn't continue to deny your gift."
Junky shook in fear, tears starting to spill out of his eyes. Phil should've been awake by now. Didn't he hear the person talking? They were so loud. Phil should've been alerted of another person walking in. He should've heard the footsteps. The door creak. The click of the lock. So how? How is he not awake? "Junky?" Phil groaned, sitting up from the sleeping bag he slept in. "Why're you crying?" Junky said nothing, watching the figure swiftly walk away and to the walk-in closet. He knows the figure is watching. He knows Phil knows he's awake. The teenager snapped his eyes to the police man, knowing he's staring back. "Did you hear that?" "Hear what?" The gymnast snapped his eyes to the closet, seeing the door open but no one inside, despite their being no hiding places for the figure hide in. He swiftly sat up, his glasses flinging off to reveal his bags and small bruises under his eyes.
Stupid syndrome that made his skin easy to bruise... at least he could pop a joint if he wanted. "Did you see them?" His eyes were wide, the blondes instincts kicking in. "Junky, I need you to stay calm and tell me what's happening." "Did. You. See. Them?!" The desperation and fear was evident in his voice, making Phil worry. The adult quickly got out of his sleeping bag and was swiftly by the teens side in a second. "Junky, tell me what's wrong." The stress was too much. The death of four people, the stupid footsteps and hums, and that dumb dark purple rabbit with it's weak mint green bunny sibling. His breathing quickened, covering his ears as the other soothed him. "Would you like me to get you some food? Tea?" Junky choked back a sob, nodding his head. "I'll make you s'mores dip." Phil patted his head, picking him up and placing him on his back as the two exited the simple room(A/N: That looks so cute like omg Phil is such a dad-).
Phil simply carried Junky, humming softly to soothe the boys nerves. Junky stared at the walls, tears dripping down his face. The area around him no longer had it's normal purple color palette, turning neon and somewhat almost like it was placed under a black light and the area revealed to have invisible writing only shown under the purple light. He wrapped his arms tighter against the blondes neck, accidentally popping his shoulder joint and the other making a small groan of pain. Junky froze before pushing his joint back in place as whispers sounded around him. More then there should be. More then who would be in the mansion.
"Oh my god the blonde is a dad to the boy."
"Cute! Wish I had my camera, this is such a father-son moment!"
"They're not even related."
"WHAT A WAY TO RUIN THE MOOD HUH JOEY?"
"Ugh, so ruude!"
"You're ruining the moment too, Meghan!"
"Shut up! Both of you, god damn!"
Junky flinched at the last comment, the whispers erupting into arguments about his flinch. "Junky?" The two made it into the kitchen and the blonde placed the boy kitchen counter and sat beside him, holding the jar of cookies Luke refused to give out to everyone. "Look at him being a dad to Junky!" "What kind of name is Junky?" The boy moved back into the counter, bringing his legs to his chest at the first voice. All familiar voices but not. Though he recognized the first voice.
"Dinkster?"
Phil perked up in confusion. "Junky..." Junky turned to him, his face grim. "You didn't hear him?" "He's... Nick, he's-." "Did. You. Hear. Him?" The two stared at each other before the blonde held out a s'mores cookie. "Cookie?" "Sure." The brunette swiftly took the cookie and took a large bite out of it. "Please don't die, I don't want to sleep alone in your creepy ass room." After saying that, a large cackle sounded over the small talk. Phil was quickly alert, swiftly taking out his taser flashlight while Junky grabbed the nearest sharpest thing. "You hear that, right?" "Yeah... Do you want me to go and investigate or stay here?" The teen weighed out the options before tapping the knife against the counter softly.
"We should both go. I'm swift and fast and you can notice the shift of amount of people and can fight." He explained before taking another cookie after finishing his. "Junky can you not?" "It's midnight, and I'm hunger."
(゜▽゜;) (゜▽゜;)
And they were off to the blue floor. Still neon lights. Still has water. Still has pool balcony. "Have you ever... seen Calvin fall down the stairs?" Phil stared at Junky before blinking. "How the fuck did that happen?" "Grizzly scared him and he fell and broke his skeleton trumpet figure." The blonde blinked before sighing softly. "Sounds like him..." The two explored the area, Phil in the front with his flashlight taser and Junky in the back with the jar of cookies and kitchen knife. "Do you think Luke would be mad I ate his food?" "As long as you hide the jar then I don't know." The two entered the small casino type room, seeing nothing important so they moved to the back room. The brunette peaked into the back room before smiling wide. "Duck statue!" He walked in and grabbed the white sitting duck statue before walking out.
"You're holding too much stuff, you need to put something down." "...But I wanna carry all of them." The blonde sighed in annoyance. "Yes, but when you're running away, you're gonna drop something. At least put down the cookies, we can get them tomorrow." Sighing softly, the teen did as told and placed the jar on the bar before following the adult out. "Did you see that?" "See what?" Junky gestured to the doors of the balcony. "The door just closed." Phil tossed the taser in the air and caught it, walking up to the balcony doors and kicking them open swiftly. The same figure from his room tackled him down, tasing him swiftly and knocking him out. 'No wonder he told me to drop those cookies.' Junky ran off, running towards the green floor with the figure following close behind.
"Run bitch!"
"Damnit Micheal-."
"STOP RUNNING!"
"Purple floor, purple floor, purple floor!"
Micheal, Condi, Dinkster, and Arlus.
Not a fitting quad but they are the ones who are dead. Wait-
