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Danganronpa Roleplay [PRIVATE]
Forum-Index → Roleplay → Private RP → Danganronpa Roleplay [PRIVATE]Niwa Atsushi
"Uh-huh! Right away!" Nakata beamed her fool head off.
"Not right now. It's super early. We can all eat first- we don't need to ration anymore." I guess that's what Hisoka meant, Niwa thought, thinking back. If we eat or not, it doesn't matter- because he planned to kill her from the start.
One last nice day, before we enter the world again.
Koda Starikuma's POV
Come onnnn, Moonling urged her. There's no harm in a little fun.
Koda sighed. "Alright, I guess we can eat and have some marshmallows."
Suzume Fujimori's POV
It's the least we can do...
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"Everything is going to be okay."
Nakata Namiko
"Sure!" Nakata chirped. "Y'all need to brighten up. If it helps, yeet all your food in the fire~"
Crazies.
She blinked away the images in the back of her mind. That didn't matter. She was the hero now, wasn't she? The hero for everyone. No one would save her, because she saved everyone.
She smiled.
"Let's go!"
Suzume Fujimori's POV
Everyone... I'm coming. We'll remember and honor you all. Thank you... for dying, so that we could live.
There was a hole where her heart should have been. It felt as though someone had carved it out.
The darkness still didn't release its clawed grip, and she almost found herself smiling at it, much as it weighed her down...
Koda Starikuma's POV
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"Everything is going to be okay."
Narrator
All the characters left the cafeteria, and entered the main hall. It was so quiet, now. Just 7 of them- Almost everyone who should've been there was gone.
They were alone.
But they had each other, to fight against the loneliness.
Suzume Fujimori's POV
Koda Starikuma's POV
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"Everything is going to be okay."
Suzume Fujimori's POV
Of course, there was her own place she wanted to eat. And also didn't want to eat.
But that was exclusive... that was exclusive for her and... Megami...
No one else...
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"Everything is going to be okay."
Niwa intertwined his hand with Keiki's, smiling softly at them. "Let's go."
She turned to Nakata. "I guess we can." It... Just wouldn't be the same. "They should all be here..."
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"Everything is going to be okay."
Even Nakata looked nervous. Niwa clutched Keiki's arm.
Suzume Fujimori's POV
But she knew she wasn't alone.
She was never alone.
And was that really comforting?
She felt like she could almost feel their dead classmates' presences...
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"Everything is going to be okay."
Stumbling, he began putting some paper down. He glanced shyly at Keiki.. "Should we chop up some desks...?" he asked.
But as usual , Keiki didn't care to answer Niwa, so Nakata did. "For sure!" she said. "Who wants to do that"
Suzume Fujimori's POV
Not even yesterday, he was alive... He was still with them all. Suko, maybe even Kowai. And... Everyone who died.
But as the stagnant darkness gripped over her... She remembered something else that brought her unease. One of the memoirs in this room...
Did it matter? Perhaps she was overthinking it...
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"Everything is going to be okay."
Suzume Fujimori's POV
Was there anything sharp she could chop them up with?
She swallowed. She wouldn't be surprised if there were a few axes, somewhere in the school...
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"Everything is going to be okay."
"Hey," Niwa said softly, sitting next to Maji. "You good?" He tentatively patted him on the shoulder.
He was gone. The only person who Asahi ever decided to trust. And he was gone.
Dead.
Her eyes filled with tears, that dripped down her face, staining purple cloth darker.
She dropped to her knees.
A knife clattered to the ground, having fallen out of her pocket.
She stared at her reflection, distorted, blade shining cruelly in harsh light.
Asahi listened to the cheers of the other Ultimates.
We're free! Free...free...free...
Her face paled.
They were never going to be free.
As long as they lived, the horrors they had faced were going to come back. In one way or another, in nightmares or reality, they would come back.
Every time she closed her eyes, Asahi could see the faces of all the dead Ultimates, expressions frozen in a scream of terror, laying in a pool of blood. Ruby red.
Her hand went to her earrings, stroking the amber stones.
Amber.
Ruby red.
Hisoka's eyes. Hisoka's hair.
Wherever she looked, Asahi could still see the dead Ultimate's.
She couldn't bear it.
She couldn't leave.
She could never be free.