✧ 𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕕𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕞𝕓𝕖𝕣? ✧ 𝕊𝕒𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕞𝕒 ✧

✧ ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕘𝕦𝕖 ✧

ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕧𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕕 𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕡𝕤:

✧𝕊𝕒𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕞𝕒 

✧𝕋𝕖𝕟𝕞𝕚𝕜𝕠 

✧𝔸𝕞𝕒𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕤𝕦 

✧ℍ𝕒𝕣𝕦𝕜𝕒𝕚𝕥𝕠 

✧𝕂𝕚𝕚𝕣𝕦𝕞𝕒

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THIS IS YOUR TRIGGER WARNING FOR THESE SHIPS! IF THEY MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE/YOU AREN'T HERE TO SUPPORT THEM THEN I HIGHLY RECOMMEND YOU LEAVE!

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Yes, I support straight ships as well. (Naegiri, Hinanami, Amamatsu, Harukaito, etc)

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Saimatsu is my trigger! (Bad experiences with fans/supporters -- Involved recieving death threats, etc. -- I still shipped Saiouma, which they were mad about, but still fully supported Saimatsu.)

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𝕆𝕣𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕗 𝕕𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕤:

✧𝔹𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕕: 𝕂𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕜𝕚𝕪𝕠 𝕊𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕦𝕛𝕚

✧𝕍𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕞: 𝔾𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕒 𝔾𝕠𝕜𝕦𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕦

THE ORDER WILL NOT BE CHANGED.

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School is a hassle for me at the moment, so updates may be slow. It depends on my current mood!

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On with the first chapter! <3

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Saihara's eyes fluttered open as the morning announcements went off.

"Rise and shine, you little brats! It's morning, which should be your message to wake up and get your asses moving! Adios!"

And like that, the monitor faded back to black.

The detective sighed as he sat up, staring at his feet intertwined with the mess of blankets at the foot of his bed. Eventually, he pulled his feet over the edge of the bed, standing up and beginning to get ready for the day.

"Yawn! Good morning, Saihara-chan!" Ouma beamed, plopping down in the seat next to the blue-haired boy. Saihara stared at him for a moment before locking eyes with Kokichi.

He couldn't help but notice the light blush on Ouma's cheeks as he examined his face.

The monitor suddenly flickered.

"Hello, you little shits! I'd like you all to head to the gym! A new motive has been prepared for you all! Be there by 11:10! Or else. <3" Monokuma, the 'headmaster' of this academy, piped, blowing a kiss to the screen as it flashed back to its original state. (The heart ~<3~ indicating when the 'kiss' was blown)

"What the fuck was that about?" Everyone turned their heads to be looking at Miu Iruma, the ultimate inventor, who seemed the be either questioning the situation, or looking for attention.

"I'm not sure, but I feel as though we should probably head down to the gymnasium before something terrible happens," Kirumi quipped, breaking the awkward tension in the room.

Everyone nodded, except Kokichi, who just stood up and began walking himself.

Saihara couldn't help but notice the unfinished food on Ouma's plate.

Soon, it had became 11:06 and by then everyone was in the gym, anxiously awaiting their new motive.

Suddenly, to nobody's relief, the black and white mechanical bear hopped out from behind the podium.

"Woo-hoo! You're all early! Did you miss me that much!?" He gushed. "Anyways, today I have a new motive to present! One of you will be getting back your old personalities!"

A round of worried expressions flew around the room.

Old personalities?

What does that mean?

"Quit worrying and focus here!" Everyone turned their attention to the bear, who was 'reassuring' them not to worry, everyone except for Shuichi.

He was too busy analyzing everyone's faces.

He mostly saw worried and angry looks, but a certain somebody's expression caught his eye.

That somebody was none other than Kokichi Ouma, the ultimate supreme leader.

He looked absolutely petrified. Like he couldn't move.

It was true. Kokichi coudn't move. He was paralyzed with fear.

His mask was breaking.

He didn't know anything about what he was like before the game, and he didn't even know he was different until now. 

He was scared.

Scared to find out who he really was.

Because even in his ingame personality right now, he knew he was always vulnerable. He was weak, couldn't defend himself.

"Now, you all must be wondering. How is this supposed to be a motive?  Well.. a lot of you seemed to be much more decent people than before the game. If you see how somebody else turns out, and you end up liking them, you'll want to get out of here. After all, you get your pregame personalities back if you happen to.. y'know. Win. But aaaanyway! After the selected student receives their new personality, they will automatically be OFF-LIMITS for the killing game! Which means, you may NOT murder them!"

Maki spoke up, "And how will the selected student be decided?"

Monokuma's face lit up at that specific question. "Ah! Soo glad you asked!" He reached and pressed a button. I giant prize machine like the one to show who's guilty during trials, fell from above and landed flat on the stage next to Monokuma and the podium. "This is how!" he squealed, pointing to it, as if showing it off.

"A giant.. prize machine?" Ouma quivered slightly, still giving off his false confident energy at the same time.

"Exactly! The student will be chosen randomly, and whoever is picked is off limits, and must have their personality reversed back to its original!"

Suddenly, he leaped over to the lever, and pulled on it, with a visible amount of almost overwhelming strength.

And then, it came to a stop.

Right on the name..

of Kokichi Ouma.

Everyone turned their heads to look at him. He had the most terrified look on his face. Waves of sympathy washed through the other students.

The supreme leader took a few steps back, before tumbling over his own feet and curling into a ball, hugging his knees tightly. 

Whimpers could be heard from the small boy.

And suddenly the lights flickered.

When they came back on, Ouma and Monokuma were gone.

Everyone made their way to the dining hall.

What just happened?