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- You didn't have to play Cuphead to read this Danganronpa fans! If you don't know what Cuphead is you can just view this book as another fanmade killing game :)
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*I apologize in advance if there are mistakes. I did proof read this but I did so extremely tired*
The fourth class trial was about to commence. My palms were beginning to feel numb, my arms and legs were shaky, and I had this nasty feeling in my stomach. I was nervous, obviously. Why was I so nervous?
I should be nervous. At the end of this trial, someone is going to die. Whether it be all of us except the killer, or just the killer themself.
Someone will die today.
Those words- just thinking them made me want to puke.
I can't do this anymore.
"I'm sure all of you know the procedure now, soooooo, get debatin'!" Dicekuma shouted.
"I'm not even sure what to start with.." Wally spoke up. "Do you guys have anything?"
"Albamas?" Cala suggested.
"You mean alibis?" Beppi corrected.
"Yes! Alibis!"
Mugman shook his head. "No...alibis won't do much in this case. Most of us were alone, so half of us have no alibi."
They're right, what should we start with? Alibis would be no help, so maybe something to do with the murder file?
"I know what we should start with." Blind Specter smirked. "I'll let you guys think about it though."
"Why not just tell us?" Mugman asked, annoyed.
"Cause." Blind Specter smirked.
Ugh, of course he won't just tell us. He always has to make things difficult.
Anyways, back to thinking...what should we start with? Hm...maybe I have an idea-
"Blind Specter...can you just tell us?" Weepy asked. "I-I don't want to waste time."
Blind Specter raised his eye brows. "Wow, Weepy. You're speaking up? Looks like you're doing better."
"It's...been a few days. I'm trying to get over it- so please don't remind me."
"I get that." Blind Specter shrugged. "Anyway, I guess I'll tell you. I want to get this trial over with."
Hilda was looking next to her. Usually, Cagney would be standing there, arms crossed.
