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Danganronpa Roleplay [PRIVATE]
Forum-Index → Roleplay → Private RP → Danganronpa Roleplay [PRIVATE]Kowai Kurai's POV
Kowai let go of Koda's hand and spun around in a circle. "I get it now! I see!" She giggled.
She walked over and leaned closely to Koda's face.
"You likeee me, don't you, Koda?"
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"Everything is going to be okay."
Kowai Kurai's POV
But she didn't reveal she knew this. "Oh!" Kowai laughed. "Right, haha! I like youuuu, too, Koda!" She didn't say which way she meant. "Let's go find Femi and Suko!"
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"Everything is going to be okay."
Kowai Kurai's POV
Femi Davis's POV
He collapsed to his knees, his hands clapping up to his face. Femi Davis was crying... again. This felt all too familiar...
Suzume Fujimori's POV
Oh, Megami. If you knew what I...
A knot formed in her stomach.
What if someone died today?
They were all still stuck in a Killing Game.
They couldn't dismiss the possibility.
What if... someone did die today?
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"Everything is going to be okay."
Suko Nobu
Am I just a plaything to you?
Suko closed their eyes.
They hated that question.
"Yes to both," they said quietly. "I like you as a plaything and as Femi. That's all I have to say on it." An itching feeling was in their head. Had they forgotten somethin important? Naw, couldn't be. "I getcha if you wanna go dance with Niwa, though! I'm happy to bother everyone else!" They giggled. "Don't worry about me!"
Hisoka Yamanaku
Hisoka arrived. For some reason, he found himself looking for Maji...
Niwa Atsushi
"A-Ah! Calm down, Keiki!" Niwa fumbled with the outfits he was preparing for- Keiki and their boyfriend. Who just happened to be himself.
Their face went red.
"We need to arrive in time, remember? Can't be- late to your own party!"
PLEASE PLEASE MAKE KEIKI SAY THEY'LL BE FASHIONABLY LATE LIKE AN AMERICAN HERO
Femi Davis's POV
His head and heart throbbed and he felt as though he might faint. Suko, you're making me sick. Just like you've done so many times before. How could you?... but oh, it's nothing new really. He wasn't sure why he was surprised. At least they were honest.
Femi knew he'd just been their little plaything. He hadn't known what to make of it at first, but he had seen Suko as they were... a monster. But no. There was something else... wasn't there? Something he wasn't taking into account.
Or maybe he so desperately wanted to focus on the second part.
"Both?" Femi whispered dully, the hurt and shock in his eyes threatening to bubble into tears, drowning him and drowning the world. "Suko, I... I suspected this. I suspected something like this. But I thought... we were friends. ...but no, what am I saying, really? You tried to be my friend, and I pushed you away. At least pretended to try. Why'd you do that, Suko? Wh-why'd you-" He couldn't say anymore. His legs wobbled and gave way beneath him. He clutched for his throat as he felt as though he was suffocating.
Because it sure as hell felt like it.
But then some more words came out, before he could stop them. "I thought you cared about me. I thought-- I thought that I mattered to someone. For once in my life. Have you enjoyed this, Suko? And do... do you even like me for both? IS THAT JUST TO SOFTEN THE BLOW WITH A LIE? I-- I-" This time, Femi took to sobbing, rather shakily. He couldn't believe this. But, oh, he could. How could he have denied it so long?
"So you really did... want to go spend time with someone else? I bet I'm sickening to you, aren't I?... But Suko, that's the funny thing. I DON'T KNOW WHY, BUT I LIKE YOU!! AND I CARE ABOUT YOU! And I- I don't know what way I mean... but I... I thought you cared about me. I thought maybe, maybe it was all a joke but I was your friend and--... you'd just go play with everyone else? Do you... seriously think I'd rather spend time with Niwa than you?"
Maybe I would, at this point...
"I just... I just- I liked you, Suko, I don't... know what I mean but I- bbut I..."
...
"I'm a hypocrite... I... I- I never knew how I felt about you. Sometimes I- sometimes I liked you, sometimes I hated you, sometimes I thought I might love you, and I know it's all really dumb and I-"
SHUT UP. STOP TALKING.
"...but you were never a plaything to me."
But the worst part was...
Maybe being Suko's plaything was all someone like him deserved.
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"Everything is going to be okay."
Suko Nobu
Oh.
Every word, spoken without hatred, without venom. Hurt, pain, everything flooded through those words, those words directed at Suko.
Suko felt oddly disattached from this situation. This was a person who he'd met several days ago. Someone who wouldn't have mattered to the Suko of the past- who perhaps the Suko of the past wouldn't have even singled out.
But certainly wouldn't have said such a thing to. No matter how true he knew it was.
"I like you," they said. Everything he said was true. That was all there was to it. Suko felt oddly intrigued by the tears gathering in the eyes of the person at their feet. Delicate, that's what Femi was. Fragile and shaking- damaged beyond belief from a few words. How completely odd and unexpected.
They'd caused that.
And for some reason, that fact hurt. Do I like that? Yes. And no. Just like their answer to Femi a few minutes ago.
Oh! Why were they still thinking and talking? They needed to get to the party. Why was Femi on the floor? Didn't he want to attend too? He was so sad, surely he'd feel better after partying.
"Do you want to dance with me?" They grinned. "Promise I won't drop you!"
"Naw- it'll be fine, Niwa-face. I'll be late, with style! Fashionably late~" They waggled their eyebrows. Keiki snorted.
She felt so hollow, so broken, so alone. Silently witnessing the murders, executions, each in their own beautiful yet horrible way. Her face, eyes wet with sorrow, face puffy and red from crying, and crying and crying. So much crying. Chuku'd locked herself in the outhouse, buried under a mound of tissues, wet from her tears. Her whole body heaved as she sobbed silently. Her knuckles were white, clutching her scarf like a lifeline. The threads were coming loose, poking her hands. Chuku clenched her teeth with such force she almost cracked them. It hurt to breathe, her throat was constricted, she couldn't swallow. Chuku whimpered. She couldn't breathe now. Her eyes, so full of tears. Blind.
Her breathing came quicker and quicker, the pounding of her heart, so so loud. Could anyone hear the beating of her heart? Hear as it thumps in her chest, louder and louder. Quicker and quicker. Her hands flew to her temples, pinching the skin. Blood dripped from her mouth. The insides of her mouth were a mangled mess of flesh and blood. She had chewed them, unknowingly. Buzzing filled her ears, shrill and loud. Like her screams. Loud, guttural screams, shredding her vocal cords, pleading.
Please.
No one will know.
No one will care.
No one will realise.
I'm all alone. That's what I've always been. Alone, and a liar.
Oh god, I'm a liar. I've lied about everything. I deserve this, don't I? My own personal punishment for lying about my identity. I hope someone'll figure the truth out soon, I'd hate to have to be the one to confess.
Stupid scarf.
Stupid...me-
Stupid everything.
I hate this.
I hate all of this.
I hate you.
I hate you.
I hate you--
Chuku.
Niwa Atsushi
Niwa choked. Sometimes Keiki was so cute, and other times-
"Ahahahahaa-" His laugh dissolved into chuckles. "Oh my gosh, Keiki- pfft- you dork."
Niwa Atsushi
"Of course not." Niwa tried to keep a straight face. "One can only dream to be as big a dummy as you. Very difficult to achieve."
Okay, Keiki, I think I've found your outfit- it's your turn to find mine, because I just gave you one of Monokuma's tutus.
Niwa Atsushi
Niwa batted his eyelashes. "Oh? What's what, Keiki? The outfit your dearest boyfriend picked out for you?" He tittered. "I knew you'd like it! You're already reaching for my throat for a huggg-!" He switched into gear and vanished out the door.
He ran down the hallway, giggling to himself.
Third Person POV
Niwa poked his head back inside. "If I come in, will you murder me?" He made puppy eyes. "We reeaaally need to get to your partyyyyy- OOMPH!"
He tripped and fell inside. In a flash of red, the door slammed shut behind him.
Niwa sat up, rubbing his head. "I really hope you won't kill me-"
Third Person POV
"C'mon, pleeaaseee?" Niwa leaned in towards Keiki. "I'll wear whatever you give me if you do. Wait-" His face rewrote itself from pure terror to slightly disguised terror.. "Actually, maybe-"