Makoto jolted awake. Gym, explosion, and being kidnapped-A shaky hand runs through his hair as if to soothe the pain in head."Well, that was anticlimactic-" Makoto paused as the flat words came out, he hasn't been the one using a physical voice in a while.
The rooms red wall pressed in like a warning or perhaps a reminder of what they were here for. A desk. A locked drawer. And a key placed neatly on the nightstand-as if calling out to be found.
"Real subtle, Monokuma"
His still shaky hands closed around the key, for something made of metal it felt flimsy, as if it would break if held wrong. For a cell, this was an odd sense of ....privacy?
"Might as well open it." He mutters, forcing a laugh. It came out hallow.The drawer creaks open, inside: a small notepad with his hand writing. How could he have written something and locked it away if he's never been here before?
But before he could reach in to define what the words say-bInG bOnG
Monokuma's pixelated grin filled the screen, "Everyone, report to the gymnasium. Don't silly dally now, or I'll start deducting survival points."
Any emotions other than annoyance died out from his face.
"Right, strange murder cult, kidnapping thing."
He huffs, before slamming the drawer shut. "Let's see how long I can play along."The 'prisoners' gathered in the room, many different faces varying from terrified to annoyed. Monokuma perched on the stage, swinging his stubby legs.
"Upupupu!! Check out the AV room for a special motive! Trust me it's to die for~"
Sayaka tugs at his sleeve as they filed out the room, "we should probably go check that out right?"
He felt like he had to actively pull the smile onto his face, "it's probably for the best if we do." No doubt his voice sounded a bit flat. Probably pushed off as unease but the girl at his side.
The AV room was dark, like everything in this jail house felt. A box of tapes sat there, as inconspicuous as a landmine, as if it wasn't a catalyst for murder.
Sayaka held one up, "hey look, this one has your name on it."
Scribbled on the front was his name, Naegi. Casting a short glance in the box, he noticed another. Labeled Makoto, his chest locked up. But his voice stayed light, corners of his smile dipping juts a bit.
"Oh! Wow, you found it so quickly. We should uh, tell the others." He beams until she turns away, no doubt to gather everyone else. Then his face fell blank, grabbing the two tapes as if they were going to explode.
The first tape played, home footage. His mom's small laughter and Komaru waving wildly, something about the footage felt off.
Ejecting it, his hands felt steady but his mind was racing. The second tape— the room lit up as the class finally arrived.

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Split in two (Danagronpa AU -Editing)
FanfictionDanagronpa AU Makoto Neagi has a split personality and with that personality, hides a certain talent. (Jack still exists) The main reason why I am writing this is because I was inspired by some others takes on this au and putting my random stories...