House of Horrors|oumasai/saiouma

Chapter 1

{Sushi Saihara's POV}

I opened my eyes again. My eyes were met with a bright green glow, so I squinted my eyes. There were wires and machines everywhere. "I'm so sorry, Mr. Saihara." 

Who was that just now? My breathing pace increased rapidly and a steady beeping turned loud and angry, which made me panic even more. "Please slow down your breathing. Your increasing heart rate isn't healthy." There was a woman with one brain on the left side of her head and purple hair to match her eyes. 

The machine opened and I sat up. The room was full of chambers like mine with cameras and monitors. There was a glass panel and behind was a couch and control panel.

 "When you're ready, please exit the Danganronpa Simulator chamber. Be careful on the stairs." the woman said. 

I looked down to find a staircase and another chamber below me that was glowing as well. I could make out a messy and gravity-defying hairstyle, but nothing more. Was that Kokichi? Or Kaito?

I got up and slowly started to exit down the stairs. My legs felt weak, but it made sense... somewhat. We had been in those chambers living out the killing game, which was just a simulation, I think. Where had I heard of Danganronpa before? Tsumugi mentioned it in the last class trial, but she was dead. 

Once I exited out of the chamber, I looked around the room one last time before following the lady into he control room. "I'm Kyoko Kirigiri, former Ultimate Detective." She held out her hand for me to shake, so I took it. I stared to analyze the room and the people out of habit and she led me to sit back down. 

"I'm Aoi Asahina, former Ultimate Swimming Pro!" She jumped up almost unnaturally happily and shook my hand violently. It took almost all my strength to stay standing. I then noticed I was wearing a suit instead of the outfit I wore in the killing game. The thought of the experiences we were forced to go through made me sick.

"Yasuhiro Hagakure, nice to meetcha. I'm the former Ultimate Clairvoyant." He seemed more laid back and gave me a fist bump instead. I remembered him to have lots of hair in wild places and sticking out. Now he had his hair in a ponytail and it was more controlled.

I snapped back to reality and faced the next person. "Makoto Naegi, former Ultimate Hope!" He shook my hand, but it felt more normal and comfortable. He also had an ahoge but wore a hoodie instead of a suit like the others. 

"I'm Komaru Naegi! I don't have an Ultimate, I just did work in a different city for the Future Foundation." She had an ahoge, as well as the same last name. "More like the Ultimate annoying little sister..." Makoto mumbled. They started fighting like little kids after that comment and eventually stopped as soon as they started.

"T-Toko Fukawa,  n-nice to me-meet you." Her speech smoothed out and she got less nervous. "I'm the former Ultimate writer." She shook my hand then ran back to sit next to Komaru, who comforted her. I smiled at the sight. It made me think of my friends and the fun times training and laughing in the A/V room. 

One of the machines on the control panel started to beep rapidly. "I'd better check on who woke up and get them out of there." Kyoko said. Makoto nodded and wished her luck. "You can sit down here, there's plenty of space since Byakuya expanded this place. He's the Ultimate stick-up-his-ass Affluent Progeny." Aoi explaned. I sat down next to Komaru and Makoto. 

The door opened to Kyoko and... Angie? "I thought you died!" I ran up to her and almost started to cry. "Nope! An-" she stopped. "I am a-okay!" She gave everyone hugs and jumped about. Aoi and Komaru started acting like she was a little kid, which made everyone laugh. 

Angie soon realized she wasn't wearing the same clothing as in the killing game. It made her a little uncomfortable to be wearing a schoolgirl outfit. Maybe only I noticed, because she quickly changed her expression into a happy one as she sat down. "The back room has all of your old clothing if you feel more comfortable wearing those." Kyoko definitely was a good detective, since she must have also spotted Angie's discomfort. Then again, I was only an amateur who carried the class trials. She must have been a professional.