Sorry I haven't played any of the games so it won't be exact
I'll be watching some of the gameplay later today and try to edit this story as best as I can
Y/N: Your name
H/C: Hair color
E/C: Eye color
In this story you got stuck with the V3 characters, you were apart of D.I.C.E, you've managed to survive for a while and you got closer with Kokichi Ouma then you were before, you were really good friends but you were also slowly falling for him. He lied a lot but you didn't mind it, he does tease you a lot.
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Onto the story
Y/N's pov
You were walking with your friend Kokichi, it was quiet so you began to start a conversation.
"H-hey Kokichi, what was your life like before Despair came around?--" you asked him quietly seeming awkward about asking that.
All he said was "I'm the Supreme Leader of a large evil secret society" he smiled slightly. You couldn't tell whether this is the truth or a complete lie.
"Ah, well is there anything you wanna know 'bout my past?" you asked him. He thought for a moment then answered "Why not, it's not like we have anywhere special to go."
You nod then began to talk "This was about 2 years before I met you and joined D.I.C.E."
Kokichi Looked over at you "So about 5-6 years ago?" you nod.
Flashback
5 1/2 years ago before you joined D.I.C.E
You were sitting in your room trying to catch up on homework, until your mother bust into the room and started screaming.
She was always like this, Drunk, Irritated, and abusive. You have dealt with this ever since you got into 2nd grade.
You were used to it but it was a pain, always tending to wounds.
You're classmates and friends would ask why there's always a new wound on you, but all you ever answer with was "Practice" you were a compulsive liar.
You always said practice, you used to skate a lot, you still did but not as much because your mom. Your father was the one who bought your skateboard.
Your mother only got worse as 3 years past, so you ran away and lived off whatever money you had.
At some point that money ran out so all you had were a few bits of bread. You found a somewhat good neighborhood with an alleyway and stayed there for a while
