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Danganronpa Roleplay [PRIVATE]
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"It's okay." Niwa gave them a fake smile. "Let's go eat, okay? Maybe some things'll be left over from this morning."
Remains from when Nagisa dropped down dead, his eyes seemed to say. He shook his head and gave Keiki a smile again. "If not, we can cook. Maybe some of the other's'll drop in for dinner. We can't be the only ones hungry."
He cast a significant glance at Amano's retreating back. The other turned a corner and vanished from sight. Niwa turned his attention back to Keiki and Kowai. "So anyway, let's head in."
He guided the three of them inside.
But they were not prepared for the horrific sight within the cafeteria.
Niwa Atsushi
All those horrendous tutu things. All those horrendous tutu things. ALL THOSE HORRENDOUS TUTU THINGS! Niwa instantly knew Kowai was to blame. No one else could create such a monstrosity.
"AGHHHHH!"
One of the Monokuma's was crawling on his foot! "GET OFF GET OFF GET OFF GET OFF GET OFFFFFFFF-"
"HOLY COW-" Keiki yelled. "What the frick- what the frick-?!" They whispered over and over.
"The tutus- AHH THE APPALLING FAHSION SENSE-" They whimpered.
this is heck.
"This is my worst nightmare- oh gosh- oh gosh-" Keiki whispered.
"I- I've lost my appetite-" They sobbed.
"GET OFF GET OFF GET OFF GET OFF GET OFFFFFFFF!"
Keiki yelled and instantly grabbed the hideous creature that was on Niwa. They flung it across the room.
Narrator
But the perfect Keiki torturing devi- I mean, the horrific demonic monster, clung to Keiki's arm next, gnawing on their shirt sleeve.
Niwa visibly blanched.
"AGGHHHHH! IT'S EATING YOUR ARM!"
Niwa practically threw himself towards the boarded up window. He staggered away with spots of blood on his forehead and a wild look in his eyes. "BURN IT, SEND THE ENTIRE SCHOOL INTO OBLIVION-"
And then he collapsed.
Amano's head poked in the room. He looked around. He slowly backed away and left.
Keiki yelled, and gripped the creature with a shaking face.
They slammed it on the ground, and stomped on it over- and over- and over again, rage causing them to shake.
"die you stupid freaking robot- DIE"
All of Keiki's hatred and anger and resentment they'd bottled up today was let out in an instant.
"FREAKING ROBOT MONUKUMA JUST DIE"
The carried on crushing it under their
CRUSH.
CRUSH.
Keiki stopped finally. They looked- so different. So angry. Their eyes were no longer twinkling- the green hue so dark it was almost black. Their features, so twisted in anger. Fingers clenched tightly, knuckles snow-white.
...
"what the frick am i doing.."
Third Person POV
Niwa was staring at them. He cleared his throat. "Ah- ahem. Well, it's clear now that we can handle them with the power of Keiki's... boots..." He glanced down at them, then gave his head a brisk shake. "Okay! So, time to eat. Keiki'll lead the way and protect us."
Amano's head popped in again. He entered the room and headed straight for the kitchen without a word. Had he gone mute?
Niwa tugged on his gloves self-consciously. "That sound good?"
Keiki didn't move. They just looked down, shocked. Not speaking a word. White as a sheet.
Hands were trembling. Eyes glistening.
Keiki felt- horrible.
So horrible. The rage they'd unleashed earlier showed a side to them that Keiki never ever wanted to show.
Narrator
The Mono-bots stilled underneath Buraddo's vengeful weapon of choice. Metal guts and bolts spilled over the floor, stuffing pooling underneath, splattering everyone with oil and-. Niwa's face was growing increasingly green. Amano's had just gone pale.
"Uh- To the kitchen? We might be safe in there..."
Amano left for said room without a word. Niwa gulped, staring at the massacre starting at Buraddo's feet.
"Gods."
Keiki grinned shakily.
"O-onwards my dear companion! We shall brave these treacherous waters and reach the kitchen unscathed! Take my hand, tomato- and together we shall fight these Monokuma- abominations, one kick from a heel at a time!"
They gripped Niwa's hand and charged through the cafeteria- kicking bots left and right, muttering an unintelligible war cry under their breath.
Niwa Atsushi
AHHHH HE'S HOLDING MY HAND AHHHHH IT'S SO WARM AHHHHH HE'S SO COURAGEOUS AHHHHH WHAT'S AN ANIMAL THAT DESCRIBES THEM AHHHHHHH I THINK I'M IN LOVE I WANT TO WRITE POETRY THESE HEELS ARE AMAAZINGGGG
Niwa tripped, catching himself on their arm. AHHHH I FEEL LIKE SOME JANE ERYE CHARACTER I NEED SOME LONG SWEEPING DRESSSS-
And then they were in the kitchen. Niwa slammed the door behind them. The sounds of Buraddo's war with the monstrosities echoed even through the thick oak.
"Okay, wow- we made it." Niwa cleared his throat. "I... honestly wasn't sure if we would. We- barely made it out of that fray. Frightening." He blushed. Before any more weird words could escape his throat, he tugged on Keiki's arm. "Do you, uh, want to get something to eat now?"
Amano was already holding an apple in the corner. He hugged his knees, gazing off nowhere in particular. The apple was forgotten, fingers digging tightly into the bruised, brown skin.
Niwa's high wore off. An awful feeling was starting in the bottom of his stomach. He gulped it away and turned to Keiki.
"Maybe... wecouldjusteatsomethingsimple? That'd be fine. No... problems there. The bots won't bother us if we finish it all..." He trailed off. How was Niwa supposed to know whether that was true or not?
God, I'm so stupid.
He knew Amano felt the same. Everyone did. How could he... how could he act like this, when...
Hisoka Yamanaku
Hisoka stopped by the cafeteria. He couldn't hear anything. He wondered if that had anything to do with the soundproof walls. Or perhaps the people who were hungry like him had chosen to eat in silence. That was suitable for their current situation.
With a sigh, he prepared himself to comfort a few spoiled brats. He reached for the knob and-
screaming.
Suko Nobu
Suko stormed down the hall, their heart pounding in their ears- It was too loud, too fast, too much like-
It tightened and suddenly they couldn't breathe. They stopped, dead in their tracks and clutched at their chest. Why now? Why did they have to be here, now? Why couldn't they just be happy and- and-
"I want to be anywhere else in the world right now," Suko said aloud.
Even home.
No matter how awful home was, they'd rather be- they'd never want to go back to those pitying stares, but-
"I want to go home." Their voice cracked as they finally spoke the forbidden words aloud. That was wrong- how was it true? This crappy life of theirs... they weren't supposed to think that. Wasn't it a symptom of abuse? Wanting to go back to-
Their breaths were coming out in short pants.
Nonononoononoonono-
And then the tightening in their chest released and they keeled over, gasping for air.
Keiki went quiet. "You've turned into a tomato again, Niwa." They whispered quietly.
"You get something to eat- I'm not so hungry anymore." Keiki muttered. They pressed two fingers to their temples, and closed their eyes.
"..headache-" They groaned. "All of this is- too much. Go- shoo. Eat something. Bring me back, some bread or something, I don't care."
Niwa Atsushi
Niwa hesitated. Was he... okay? He reached out with hesitant fingers, lightly brushing the others bicep. "Um... are you sure? I- I don't want to get you something wrong. Do you have any allergies? Or preferences?"
Amano finally bit into his apple. He chewed mechanically and swallowed in the same fashion. Then he stared at the wall again, apple bleeding juice all over his pale, shaking hand.
Third Person POV
Niwa's eyes flashed with visible alarm. "Keiki," he began, reaching for them-
Amano threw the apple at the wall. THUD! Niwa jumped as Amano stormed past them. He breezed out into the cafeteria and slammed the door behind him.
Silence fell over the parlour.
Third Person POV
Niwa nodded quickly. He pulled back from them, and hurried away. He prepared a single sandwich on the counter which he then sliced into halves and slipped into the sheathe of his sword.
"They're peanut butter," he said lowly. "Is that okay?" His pink eyes searched Keiki's for something. "Just two halves, too. I assumed you wouldn't have much of an appetite. Of course, from earlier's misfortunes."
It appeared Niwa's formalities were back. Oh well. Maybe they were better than the jumpy, hateful one from earlier. Right? Yes, you agree with me. Far superior, at least in not getting on Hisoka and Amano's similarly fraying nerves.