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✧ a third game. | 13.

tw: mentions of su1c1d3. 

THIS CHAPTER IS STILL UNDER MAJOR EDITING. PLEASE CONTINUE READING AT YOUR OWN RISK OF BEING SPOILED OF THE STORY. (also theres one part i still need to edit but i havent lol)

the small boy sat idly as fear clutched his throat, blinking, his gaze set one one specific person: the girl in the pink-and-green kimino. suziki, was her name, her eyes wide with fear as the accusation came upon her. was she seriously scared? wasn't she the mastermind? wasn't she prepared for this? or was it... it had  to be acting..

finally, the purple-haired boy spoke up; his features laced with panic as he stared the ultimate traditional fashionista directly in her eyes, his own, purple-and-yellow eyes strewn with despair and very slight glimmers of hope. "suzuki ichiro, you're the only possible candidate for the mastermind!" his voice shook and cracked as her clutched the green-haired boy next to him, the antagonist of this horrid killing game.

this was and unsightly sight for kokichi, the ultimate gamer, and protagonist, at least to those who were re-watching the series after kokichi's breakdown and extremely horrific and genuinely sickening death was flushed upon them in season 53, tears of pure, unbridled terror walloped his emotions. "fucking hell, suzuki?! i trusted you! i trusted you so much, how could you be ok with this?!" 

suzuki stared down at kokichi's heterochromic eyes as her own turned red, weather it be an effect or otherwise - lord was is terrifying to watch. the editors sure did a good job on season 52... the tall teen start laughing, manically, fearing her fate and knowing all the same. 

"oh my god kokichi! what had you're parents taught you? friendship was the only thing you'd get from a 'positive relationship?' oh wait, you don't even know your real parents!" her optics jerked around the trial room in terror, as if knowing prior to her enviable execution what would happen. "keep your enemies closer than your friends, i'd say!"

kokichi looked to up to see rantaro's face plastered with distaste and disgust, as if disappointed in himself for ever considering suzuki as a friend. but fear plastered his face as we as the smaller thought, eyes narrowing before deciding on a full proof plan.

"well, we know you were hikari's killer all then same, you idiot! and according to monokuma himself, the murde-" suzuki's hands shook as her breathing shallowed at the boy's sudden actions, a knife drawn to his and rantaro's necks. blood pierced his own, but those who were re-watching this shit-show know for a fact he has been in a helluva lot more a pain...

"well then, i guess i'll kill myself and rantaro right here then. then who'll be left to go to the next game? you? oh, you're suicidal tendencies are enough to make everyone hate you immediately- including the fans!" fans? what was kokichi saying? did he know that danganronpa was all.... just a show?... "so don't you fuckin' dare, suzuki.  hikari was gonna kill herself anyways, it was better i started the last trial and found you out during the last of it." kokichi had always thought rationally, as rantaro had finally realized after thousands of minutes of having to tolerate it, but still gulped in fear of his own life as the smaller one screamed and screeched at suzuki, telling her to instead execute herself instead of kokichi. "after all, who would want a boring end to a season and an even more boring start to the next?"

what in the hell was kokichi blabbering on about? sweat formed on the adventure's forehead as kokichi nearly pressed too hard. he was so- strong, for being so small and fragile, rantaro had come to realize as he tried and failed to be released of the smaller's grip. not to mention, rantaro and kokichi had come up with an entire plan of how to do this- kokichi killing hikari, this- everything was so off script! "just do it yourself, suzuki, don't force my fucking hand." he glared at the girl- her once colorful kimino stripped to pink, black and white.