Koda frowned and sat down. She held out her hand to it. Her eyes
wandered along the scar going down her shoulder to her wrist. She
looked away from it quickly.
Koda jerked backwards, confused. She glanced at her hands.
Spattering red flickered in her mind. Screaming. How? Koda curled
her lip. "You're playing with me." She hissed quietly.
"Just like how this whole school has been playing? Shimmering
exisals, sentient teddy bears, knowledge of everything-"
Monokuma grinned. "What do you think is out of our power?"
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The Monokuma clasped its paws together, leaning across the table.
"Fortunetellers tell people what they want to hear. And you, my
dear, want to hear misery."
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"Misery," the monokuma continued, ignoring her. "You want to be
miserable. You want to be punished. And the world certainly has a
bite in store for you."
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Koda felt the words haunt her, choking her like smoke, and then
Moonling and Cyber scrabbling to wave it away furiously. "Didn't
you hear me?" Koda demanded. "No!"
"Tonight... you'll experience true hell." And then the Monokuma
went back to normal. "If you murder though, things'll go great!
Almost as great as petting my tummy! Puhuhuhu~!"
to be aesthetic or not to be aesthetic
that is not a question because I am not aesthetic at all and nor is
this signature