« 'Junko Enoshima' s perspective»
"You're sick!"
Monokuma twirls round, claws bared.
"Watch your mouth, young lady!" It growls, and I can almost see my sister's face in my mind: teeth bared, cheeks flushed, hair spiked.
"How could you do this? All of this? You're not supposed to interfere!" I yell, my voice wavering between Junko and Mukuro erratically.
"Junko's right. You shouldn't interfere in this. You've broken your own rules." Byakuya retorts, fists clenched. "You can count me out of this 'killing game'- I refuse to participate anymore."
Monokuma growls, shaking and clanking. "Get OUT OF HERE!"
Nobody hesitates, and we rush outside.
"What are we going to do?" Chihiro cries.
"We're going to end this killing game." Byakuya commands.
"Wait! Can someone help me?" Makoto staggers out, holding Kyoko in his arms. She's pale as milk, shadows smeared under her eyes.
"What happened?" Toko splutters.
"I don't know! She just- keeled over!"
Mondo takes her limp form from Makoto. "Let's take her to her room. She just looks tired." He muses.
"I agree. Maybe give her a flannel over her head, like in the movies." Chihiro pipes up awkwardly.
They all walk away, but I stay behind. I still feel shellshocked from another execution. I hated Hifumi, but still- his blood is on my hands. I killed him.
I never expected to grow close to these people, but two years together, just to turn around with a knife for the sake of despair? Two years, erased in 4 days?
I sink onto the floor, the cloying smell of blood still circling around me. I need to stop this. I need to tell them the truth.
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Daganronpa: blue blood «retelling»
FanfictionHi! This is my first story on this app, and I'm really excited to write it! This is a retelling if daganronpa v1, with the same characters, but different murderers and suspects! Whenever I switch beteween narrators (it will mainly be Makoto Naegi, K...
