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darkdanganronpaimagines · 6 years

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NDRV3 girls as the Mastermind please!!

I’ve excluded Angie ‘cause she makes me uncomfortable - Izuru

Kaede

“So,we all know, right? You dum-dums have figured out who the mastermindis… Riiiight? It’s sooo obvious,” Kokichi said with aself-satisfied grin.

“Doyou-” Shuichi began, only to be interrupted by Maki.

“Don’tlisten to him, everything he says is a lie,” she said baring herteeth. She still didn’t believe that Kokichi wasn’t theMastermind, no matter what Monokuma said.

“Aww,you still mad about Kaito, Maki roll? You know, the trial decided Ididn’t kill Kaito. He was dying anyway, we just staged it,” hetaunted darkly. “Anywaaaay, are you guys interested in what I haveto say? Or do you just want the wonder boy detective to figure outover a long and boooring class trial?”

“Whatare you talking about, Kokichi?” Kaede said, pretending to beannoyed and not concerned. “Do you actually know anything or areyou just playing with us?”

“Huh,see, I thought you’d say that Kaede, ‘cause you see- I do knowwho the Mastermind is. The biggest, most obvious suspect that’s soobvious I can’t believe not one of you has realised yet!” Kokichicackled.

“Justtell us, tell us who you think it is,” Shuichi pressed, his stomachtwisting with anxiety as he, yet again, didn’t know whether thiswas just a trick.

“Yeah,Kokichi, tell us,” Kaede said, her eyes narrowing. She stared athim like ahungrylioness, and a particularly angry one.

“Well, it’syou,” Kokichi said, pointing at Kaede.

“I-No- No it can’t-” Shuichistammered, staring at Kaede in disbelief.

“What?Seriously? Come on you guys, you can’t believe that I’mtheMastermind!” Shejoked.

“Now that he mentions it, we never really cameto a conclusion with the Rantaro case-”

“That wasTsumugi!Come on, Rantaro was my friend too-”

“Yeah, I don’tthink it could be Kaede. I believe in her, she’s our friend and shewouldn’t hurt us!” Himiko demanded.

“Actually,I- I think-” Shuichi began, anxiety tightened his throat. Could it-could it be? Could Kaede, his best friend, his Kaede,could she truly have been the Mastermind? He tried to think over theevents of the first class trial. Did it really make sense thatTsumugidid it? That shemanaged to aim that shotput so precisely? It seemed all tooconvenient, it had at the time toobutshe had confessed. Unless, she thought she killed Rantaro. He let outa gasp, and the suddenly nothing in the room was in focus. He grabbedonto his podium to keep still – of course, nowit all made sense.Kaede had gone to the bathroom. The girl’s bathroom, where therewas a secret passage directly to… Directly to the scene of thecrime. It all added up, Kaede leaving their room at night,mysteriously disappearing, always getting their hopes up so high justwhen they were about to crash into despair. Was it all orchestrated?

“Youthink what? You think I’m the Mastermind, Shuchi? Seriously?”Kaede pressed when Shuichi had been silent for so long. “Come on,what’s wrong? Cat got your tongue? Come on, don’t be dumb, talk.Talk, talk, talk,”she repeated. He grew more anxious, what had happened? Shewasn’t usually like this. She knew he struggled to speak as he hisfear grew. “What is it Shuichi? Oh yeah, you can’t talk whenyou’rescared, right? That’s what you are now, huh? Scaredy littleShuichi, scared his little girlfriend’s gonna be the Mastermind.Come on, Shuichi, tell them, tell them the truth. Tell them that youlove me so much that I can’t possibly be the Mastermind!” Kaedeyelled, half laughing and leaving everyone to watch the display interror. Shuichi could do nothing but stare, shaking andhyperventilating as the reality crashed down around him. “Okay,okay, game’s over I guess. Yeah, good little Kaede did it. She didall of it. Time to come clean? Well, alright.”Himiko

TeamDanganronpa.She held her hat in her arms as she curled up in bed, desperate forsome kind of comfort as her tiny body shook with anxiety. Everyonehad said they had memories come back to them in dreams, clips andsnippets of things they couldn’t quite remember as they woke up.That made all of the fear she felt about hernightmareseven worse, all Himiko remembered in dreams is about a show called‘Danaganronpa’. She was apart of it, she thought – they choseher to… She wasn’t sure what,she couldn’tremember anydetails butshe didn’t like the sound of it.

Sheshook the thought from her head – she tried not to think of thedark poisons she’d used in her dreams, and the magic she’d usedto hurt people (like the nightmare about the swords that went throughher assistant’s body and showered the stage in blood. The audiencescreamedand she just laughed, it didn’t seem possible. She wouldn’t dothat, she performed magic to make people smile, no other reason. Shejust wanted to make people happy. Plus,her dream had said they were on a game show – that seemedimpossible. If they were, someone would have saved them. She knew fora fact that if her old Master, the Archmage, had seenher on television he wouldhave come to her rescue. Withthat thought shesuddenlylet out a gasp and her knees buckled forward as she fell to the floorbeside her bed, her head ached as a memory came to her. Her Master,grabbing her wrist and pulling her forward, explaining what needed tobe done – he explained the rules of the Killing Game.

No,no, this wasn’t real. It wasn’t! Her Master was a good man, abrilliant mage, he made people happy and protected them. Didn’t he?Except… No one could remember anything. No one knew how they gothere. If she was the Mastermind, then just who was she? She needed toknow – somehow. She needed to do something. She shakily got to herknees as her breathing grew laboured. She knew what she needed to do,there was that one place in the library – the one where Rantaro hadbeen killed. If she went there, maybe she’d find some clues, maybeshe could prove that she wasn’ttheMastermind. Hopefully.Tenko

Personally,Tenko had wanted a game of Danganronpa with only men, she’dsuggested it to her Master who had agreed but said that it wasn’tpossible. In order to make a show people wanted to watch, he’dsaid, their needed to be drama, conflict, and romance. Tenko hadpointed out that they could easily have watched romantic scenes withmen but apparently this was out of the question – as a result, hereshe was, looking through the audition tapes at those who would betaking part in the killing game with her this year. She picked someof the worst, most disgusting males she could find, the sleaziestones who she’d love to see be ripped apart. The girls were muchharder, she didn’t want any of them to die. She started with theeasiest, she picked the one she wanted to win the game with her.

Theone she’d hoped would succeed as all the repulsive boys were killedwas the most beautiful girl she’d ever seen. Tenko had secretlymade a copy of her tape and watched it at every opportunity – hername was Himiko, she had stunning, fiery red hair that was cropped ather chin, she spoke passionately of magic and she seemed tiny. Shewas so small that Tenko was sure she’d have been able to throw herover her shoulder with ease (although, that was true with even thelargest, tallest, and most muscular of people.)

“WhenHimiko falls in love with me,” Tenko said under her breath. “Then,then I’ll keep her safe. No one will touch or hurt her. Then- thenwhen we win, we can be together. She doesn’t ever have to find outI’m Monokuma, never. Because- because it’ll end when there isjust two of us left. Our tragedy will bring us together, we’ll behappy,” she said as she watched Himiko’s audition tape for thetwelfth time that day. “Maybe I’ll leave Danganronpa if she wantsme to, although I’d hate not getting to be in it every year. Itwouldn’t matter because I’ll do anything for her. We could get ahouse in the forest, mages like the forest, right? Then we could geta dog, and a cat to be her familiar… “She continued talking toherself excitedly, when suddenly she heard the door open behind her.She quickly turned the screen on her monitor onto her work,pretending she was looking through audition tapes. Her Masterwouldn’t approve of her attachment to one of the contestants –but he didn’t have to know, for all he knew the love they sharedwould just be for the sake of the game show. And after that, well,Tenko would just have to deal with that then.Miu

“Gottaadmit, I’m actually kinda surprised. I didn’t think that stupidcum dumpster would be able to pull off something like this,”Kokichi said, his voice was calm but everything about his demeanourright now was a lie. One that no one could see through, apart fromKiibo who stood to his left – who gave his hand a squeeze betweenthe podiums.

“Shutup you fucking tiny chicken shit asshole,” Miu yelled. “Nowlisten, y’all gotta take me seriously now, okay? ‘Cause I’m thecaptain of this mother-fucking ship and not one of you can fuckingtake me, attacking the headmistress is against the rules, y’know?Then I got all my machine guns to take you down,” she said, endingwith a wink before she burst out into a fit of a shrill cackles.

“Miu?It- You-” Shuichi stammered in disbelief. On the one hand, the girlwho had been so brash and obnoxious, the one who followed him soclosely and made him so uncomfortable, the one who made him feel sickand asked for pictures of him and Kaito… That made perfect sensethat she would be the Mastermind. The thing was, he’d seen hervulnerable – he saw her when her genius, uncaring act had beenlowered and everyone of them had seen her cry and whimper wheneveranyone retaliated to her angry outbursts. Plus, they had beenfriends, hadn’t they? Or was that a lie?

“What is itPooichi? Disappointed? We can still have a ride right now you know,or I can give you a flash of the valuables before I let y’all go,”she said, ending with her signature laugh.

“Justtell us what’s going on,” Maki insisted irritably.

“Okay,okay, sure – or rather, I’ll tell all the people at home who getto watch my genius as I use my new invention on you suckers.” Itwas then that two exissals came into the room, except they’d neverseen these two before. They were larger, scarier, and had enormousguns replacing their arms. “Go get ‘em, babies! Hahahahaha!”Kirumi

“Wellplayed, Shuichi,” Kirumi smirked. “You managed to solve theUltimate Riddle after all.”

“I still don’t believeit, Kirumi took care of us. She- she helped with my magic and whenTenko-” Himiko sniffed and protectively grabbed onto her hat.

“Kirumi,why- why did you-” Shuichi began, his words trailing off. He knewhe’d come to that conclusion, he was the one who’d convinced themall it had to be Kirumi – but he still didn’t want to believe it.

“It’squite simple, I am the Ultimate Maid, I live to serve my master. Mymaster wished for Danganronpa, so I created Danganronpa,” Kirumisaid plainly, in that kind voice they’d all come to know so well,the one they had taken advantage of at every turn. Who would havethought, Kirumi, the one who took care of them, fed them, kept theirrooms clean – who would have even considered for a moment that shewas the mastermind?

“Comeon,” Kokichi cackled. “You can’t just say ‘hey, master saidso’, we’re gonna need more than that. The following ordersargument is kinda dumb, y’know?”

“Thatis all I have, as a maid I live to serve. My master, the primeminister-”

“The-the prime minister?” Shuichi interrupted in disbelief.

“Yes,the prime minister of Japan, my master-”

“Do youexpect us to believe the prime minister set this whole thing up?”Maki said darkly, she had an ability to make every sentence soundlike a threat. It set the few survivors on edge just hearing it –but Kirumi either didn’t notice or wasn’t intimidated.

“Whetheryou believe it or not, it is the truth. I, the Ultimate Maid, servedmy master. I created Danganronpa, a game show for you all toparticipate in. For the good of the country, naturally,” she endedwith a sweet smile.

“Whaaat?Claiming you did all this for the greater good? Don’t like Kirumi,I hateitwhen people lie to me!” Kokichi shouted, both grinning and‘sobbing’ simultaneously.

“Whetheryou believe it or not, it’s the truth,” she responded plainly,her jaw stiffening with irritation. “If you saw what was going onout there, you would understand – this show, it’s the only thingkeeping things civil and at peace. We need it to show thegovernment’s power, to keep everyone in line-”

“Okaybut… Is anyone else buying this? ‘We had to make you kill eachother! Otherwise the poor people would all kill us!’” Kokichitaunted, something fierce and dark in his wide eyes.

“Icare not if you believe me, or if you accept my motives,” Kirumisaid calmly. “Because not one of you is getting out of here alive.”Maki

“Well,you know what? I don’t care what you all say, not even my sidekick!Because I believe in her! I believe in Maki roll!” Kaito insisted,he couldn’t help but feel a barely controllable anger towardsShuichi. After the nights the three of them had shared together, andall the times they had woken up together, how could he accuse theirMaki roll? Did he not love her? Or did Kaito just love her more?“Tell them, you’re not the Mastermind, are you?” He said,turning to Maki with a grin and terrified eyes. He didn’t want toadmit to himself, but Shuichi was never wrong – what he needed nowmore than anything was that piece of evidence from Maki that wouldturn the entire trial around.

“Kaito,you’re being an idiot, as usual,” Maki said, staring at her feetand grabbing at her hair. “He’s right, it’s me. I did this. Atleast, I’m Monokuma.”

“Hey,why are we surprised again?” Kokichi asked to the room of silentsurvivors who stood in shock. “What, the idea that Miss Assassin,is the Mastermindtotallythrew you all? What part of ‘Assassin’ did you all fail tounderstand? You know they literally killpeoplefor a living,right?”

“Shutup, Kokichi,” Kaito snapped. His eyes were fixated on Maki, as ifhe expected her to turn around and tell him that this was all anelaborate joke.

“Aw,you upset, Kaito? Guess you fell for it, huh? Thought she was yourlittle Maki roll, right?”

“Kokichi,”Kiibo warned, grabbing his boyfriend’s hand.

“What?Did you fall for it too, Kiibs? Was I the only one the cold bloodedkiller didn’t have wrapped around her little finger?”

“Ifyou don’t shut your mouth, Kokichi, or I’m gonna do it for you,alright?” Kaito threatened.

“Ugh,shut up,” Maki said, despite her quiet voice the entire room didprecisely what she said. “He’s right, I’m the Mastermind. Ididn’t- well, I didn’t set this whole thing up but… I’mMonokuma. Like I said.”

“But-I don’t- what do you mean you didn’t set this up?” Shuichipressed.

“Don’tget your hopes up, I wasn’t made to do it. At least, not really.Team Danganronpa did it. They come to orphanages collecting kids theylike the look of, train them to be whatever they want. That’s me, Iguess, and they thought I could handle the 53rdshow but… Seems I messed it up. Since you all know now,” Makiended clenching her teeth. “So, I am gonna have to kill you all. Ifit’s any consolation, I’m gonna miss you both, Shuichi, Kaito.”She sighed, and then, a darkness loomed over that none of them hadever seen before as several exissals entered the room.

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darkdanganronpaimagines · 6 years

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Dangan Ronpa 2 boys- upon discovering their s/o is a serial killer

Hajime Hinata

It didn’t take him that long to find out.

Something innate inside of him he didn’t quite understand told him that your nightly walks were more than that.

All you could do is smile helplessly with a knife in your hands and a body at your feet.

He reacts with shock at first that slowly turns to dismayed anger. He thought you were normal. Like him.

“S/O…how could you do this! Y-you…I trusted you!”

You thought about your average ordinary life with Hajime, the boy you loved. “You won’t tell anyone, will you?”

Hajime shakes his head, hands clenched at his side. He looks down at the floor, because he can’t look at you or the mess you’ve made.

“I loved you. But I can’t keep this to myself and keep loving you.”

You fall to your knees and let him walk away.

Nagito Komaeda

He’d do anything for you.

You know this, but you’ve never used it to your advantage, never taken advantage of Nagito’s warm smiles and promises to stay by your side forever.

He didn’t have to know about what you did in your ‘study’.

“Oh…This is what you do in here, S/O…”

You flinched as his voice came from behind you.

He was looking around at your souvenirs, picking up jars with body parts from your victims with an unreadable expression in his face, grey eyes seemingly glazed over.

Suddenly, he laughed, that high manic sound you’d only heard a few times.

“I’m so happy this was all! I was starting to lose hope in you, in us! I thought you might be leaving me for work, but it’s just a hobby, right?”

You nod mutely.

“So I can help you then! Just my luck to fall for a serial killer, huh?”

Byakuya Twogami (Ultimate Imposter)

Really, if anything, he should have noticed something was up with you. You’re with a man who changes identity completely every so often.

In the end, you were the one who told him, when he was in between identities and feeling lost.

He didn’t say a word, for days. He locked himself in his room, or took trips out to the library.

Then, finally, he emerged.

As a rotund version of a moderately obscure serial killer who’d terrorised a neighbouring country decades ago.

Then, he more or less was that old executed killer, giving you tips on how to dispose of bodies better, and which knife cut through bone best.

You were so happy to share your killing with him, that you didn’t notice the isolation and fear behind the Imposter’s contact lenses-covered eyes.

Tereteru Hanamura

As far as your love was concerned, you had contacts with a particularly high-end abattoir that supplied his restaurant with rare and fine meats.

But of course, the meat that his customers loved so much was the remains of your victims, finely chopped into whatever cut Teruteru ordered from the ‘abattoir’.

He kept asking you to visit the place himself, being a grateful connossieur of their wares for so long.

You always refused, of course, and thought your charade could last forever.

He followed you to the abandoned slaughterhouse you used to keep victims in, and his scream pierced the eerie silence of the place.

“W-what the hell is this?!” He cried out in his rushed Cajun accent that always came out when he was distraught.

“You had me serving got damn people to my valued customers?! You’re a disgusting little beast, I tell you what!”

His screaming might have been comical somewhere else, as you knew this was all hiding his true fear and panic.

You singlehandedly ruined Teruteru, and just watched him run away from you. Faintly, you heard him throwing up outside.

Nekomaru Nidai

Of course, training with Nekomaru had made you exceptionally strong.

No one would have expected you strong enough to break someone’s neck with just one swift motion.

It was the thrill of it all that kept you leaving bodies outside of desolate gyms.

He caught you completely by chance, and you had to stop yourself from trying to silence him when he yelled in shock.

Somehow, a large part of you felt dismayed for disappointing him. Strange feeling when there’s a body at your feet.

Suddenly, Nekomaru walked up to you and grabs you by your shoulders, just enough not to hurt.

“I know this isn’t you, S/O. This isn’t the person I’m in love with!”

Before you can say anything else he holds you close, hands bunching around the fabric of your shirt.

“I’m going to help you, help you with whatever makes you do this, no matter what!”

Gundham Tanaka

You started killing after you and Gundham started dating.

After your third body, all of his beloved animals, animals you loved too, started becoming cold or even aggressive to you.

Gundham simply hushed and calmed his dark creatures, but he looked at you strangely and frowned.

Eventually, he confronted you, two of his Dark Devas peeking out of his scarf.

“I have been informed by my more perceptive beasts that you are one of darkness, a darkness beyond even I.”

You try to explain yourself but there’s a hurt in Gundham’s eyes, perhaps even fear.

“I don’t know exactly what this darkness is, S/O… but I know I do not want any more of it in my life, at least on this plane of existence.”

Of course, he didn’t know his rejection would turn your killing habit into an all out spree, one of the worst the world had ever seen.

Kazuichi Souda

Kazuichi thought the world of you.

You thought the world of him too, that’s why you killed everyone who underestimated him or kept him down over the years.

He only noticed when old classmates and bullies started dying off. You told him this was all because of you, for him.

You smiled serenely, hugging his arm tightly, only stopping when he cried out and pushed you off roughly.

“Sh-shit, sorry!” He rushed over to help you up, and you gripped onto him tighter than before, professing your love and devotion for him.

“Stop! Stop it!” He tried pulling you off, gentler this time, his face pale and his breath coming out in short gasps.

“You’re insane! Fucked up in the head! Why’d you think I wanted you to kill people who don’t even matter anymore?”

Heartbroken, you let go of him. He tells you to leave while he ‘sorts his head out’.

You leave, but you’ll be back soon enough. You drop a heavy wrench into your bag as you leave. Kazuichi was always so sloppy with his tools.

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu

You weren’t exactly secret about what you did.

With your boyfriend’ family business, you thought your activities wouldn’t be seen as too unusual.

You left one of your bodies in Kuzuryu territory, and Fuyuhiko was the one sent to investigate and ask around.

Pretty soon you admitted you were the one responsible.

His reaction was far more negative than you were expecting.

“I–what the fuck, S/O! You’re a god damn serial killer?!”

He’d unconsciously stepped back from you, only to step back again when you drew closer.

You asked him why he was so upset, you could even help with the clan if they needed a ‘cleaner’ so to speak.

“No! You were supposed to be the one normal thing in my life, the one thing outside of the clan I could rely on!”

For a Yakuza heir, Fuyuhiko had an impenetrable sense of justice, you were soon to find out after an anonymous tip to the police landed you behind bars.

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darkdanganronpaimagines · 6 years

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NDRV3 boys as the Mastermind? :o

Disclaimer: I know I said I won’t do Gonta but I have an amazing idea for this so I will do it as a one off but I don’t think any Gonta fans will enjoy it … You have been warned. - Izuru

Shuichi Saihara

“Oh, I know who the mastermind is,” Kokichi said darkly with feigned amusement. His eyes were focused on Shuichi who’s own smirk had fallen and his dark, unwavering gaze focused entirely on Kokichi. “It’s our detective, our little hero, Shuichi Saia haraaaa!” He ended, shouting like a game show host and gesticulating triumphantly. Silence fell through the room, Maki stared at Kokichi as if it took all of her control not to rip him to pieces.

“You’re not going to trick me, Kokichi, not after what you did to Kaito. It won’t work, he’s not the Mastermind. Are you, Shuichi?” Maki said, turning to Shuichi who stood at his podium silently, his acting skills working perfectly as he played the terrified victim. The only one who saw the sadistic smirk in his eyes was the number one suspect Kokichi - but then, he knew he wasn’t the Mastermind, no matter what stories and lies he’d created.

“That’s- No, of course I’m not,” Shuichi lied, his fists gripping to his podium. “I’m- I wouldn’t have helped you all this time, I wouldn’t have solved all the murders. Kokichi is lying as he always does.” The truth was, it had all been an act. No one suspected the well meaning detective, he could create the elaborate crimes and solve them. He gained all the benefits and he was sure if the people watching at home knew it would be quite the twist. That being said, he would die. The whole place would explode, Kiibo would make sure of that. The only way forward was to kill everyone, claim himself as the Ultimate Survivor and start another game of Danganronpa.

“We- Are we all sure that Kokichi is the Mastermind?” Kiibo said awkwardly, he received a glare from Maki and a pitying look from Shuichi. It was well known about the relationship he and Kokichi shared, and the Mastermind could use that.

“Kiibo, I know it hurts. I understand, I went through this with Kaede, remember?” Shuichi said, and had to repress his smirk as he saw Kokichi’s crestfallen face. He swore he could almost see the boy’s heart break. This was far too much fun.

“I- Yes, I think- Shuichi has never steered us in the wrong direction before,” Kiibo admitted, he refused to look at anyone, particularly Kokichi. He had for too many emotions than his wires and programming could take, he wanted to rip his body to pieces just so he’d stop feeling these things he didn’t understand. Heartbreak? Betrayal? He supposed this was it, that was what his body couldn’t take.

“So that’s it? Your not gonna hear me out? You’re not- we’re all gonna die! Do you understand that? If you vote for me, we’ll all die,” Kokichi yelled desperately, he had tears falling down his face and he shouted so much his throat ached. “Kiibo? You believe me right, Kiibo?” The robot didn’t answer, he didn’t even look at Kokichi.

“Let’s get this over with, we all know it’s Kokichi,” Maki said, voice monotone and her face unreadable. Shuichi smirked and stared at Kokichi, the boy who’d figured out his identity before Kaito’s death. The one who insisted he would beat Shuichi. As however, the voting took place and the truth was announced, he relished in the horror on his surviving “friends’” faces as he got to kill every single one of them. The Mastermind had won.

Kaito Momota

“Even you Maki roll,” Kaito said, but his voice had changed dramatically. He wasn’t upset or frantic any more - he was angry, but also amused by the whole situation. “After all I’ve done for you, even you think I’m the Mastermind?”

“Kaito, I-“

“If it wasn’t for me the rest of the gang wouldn’t have accepted you! Hell, they might have even killed you. You’d have died in the trials when they suspected you, I believed in you this entire time Maki roll! And your going to do this to me-“

“Stop it!” Maki shouted, making the whole room silent. “I don’t want to believe this. Tell me your not the Mastermind, prove it. Please, just prove it Kaito! Tell us you can’t be!” Her face was stained with tears and her voice was hoarse, she pulled on her hair and was in a terrified, howling state none of them had seen before.

“I can’t do that, Maki roll,” Kaito laughed. “It’s me - Kaito Momota, winner of the 52nd Danganronpa and the Ultimate Survivor.” Maki, Shuichi, and Kiibo stared in horror at this parody of their friend that stood before them.

“You- Kaito-“ Shuichi said with tears in his throat. “It has to be- but you- we didn’t-“

“You thinking about all those times under the sheets, Shuichi? Maki roll? Well, let me tell you, that was all real. I didn’t remember who I was until the final flashback light. I felt real bad at first but now- now the real Kaito Momota is back and its time to have some fun.”

Kokichi Ouma

Kiibo banged his aluminium fists against his boyfriend’s doors for what seemed like hours. It was four am, and he knew Kokichi could sleep through anything but he need to see him. Kiibo sighed with relief when it finally opened a crack. The boy had been asleep this whole time when he opened the door with sleepy eyes and ruffled pyjamas. He’d only gotten to sleep an hour ago (since his work kept him up most of the night) and didn’t appreciate the intrusion. Once he saw it was Kiibo at the door he relaxed somewhat.

“Wha’s going on, Kiibs?” He said rubbing his eyes. “You know us meatbags have to sleep sometimes right.”

“I have to speak to you, now,” Kiibo demanded, he wanted to push his way in but he knew from experience that he wasn’t strong enough to do so. He would just end up hurting himself.

“Uh, okay, but I don’t get why this can’t wait until morning-“ Kokichi was interrupted by a harried Kiibo placing a disc inside of the DVD player that was the exact same as the one in his own room. “What? You woke me up just so we could watch TV? Do I need to explain how sleep works again, Keeboy?” He joked, he expected some kind of reaction from Kiibo but instead he stood there, his electric blue eyes staring and anger filling him. When Kokichi turned to look at the television he saw why, the robot was clever it seemed. He’d used Shuichi’s trick but with film (taken from Kokichi’s own cameras) and managed to capture images of the boy, the Mastermind, entering the secret room in the library.

“Ohhh, so that’s why you’re here,” Kokichi said, his tone growing menacing as his eyes darkened. He took a few steps towards Kiibo as he began to laugh, a disjointed noise that the robot hadn’t heard from his boyfriend before. “I knew someone would figure it out sooner or later and I’m glad it’s you, robot,” he said darkly.

“Why- why me?” Kiibo stammered. “I- I still- I don’t want-“

“Don’t you love me Kiibo? Do you want me still?” Kokichi taunted.

“Y-yes-“

“Good, because I’m the one who built you. I can control you. I can make sure you don’t tell anyone. I can have you be my pet from now on. How does that sound?” Kokichi yelled carelessly.

“No I-“ Kiibo tried to run past him but Kokichi caught him and threw him across the room.

“No? You don’t understand. I’m your master, you have to do exactly as I say,” Kokichi cackled as Kiibo stared terrified and unable to move. It was all his fault, if he hadn’t interfered he’d have never found out. He would have never known that Kokichi was the Mastermind and he could be curled up with him right now instead of being at his mercy.

Korekiyo Shinguji (I’m gonna make this a DID thing because my OSDD ass CAN - Izuru)

Korekiyo awoke in that room again, the secret one in the library that only he had been inside. He had no memory of how he got there- all he knew is that he’d awoken there at day break a few nights this week. Thankfully before anyone else had risen, so he could hurry back to his room. Whenever he tried to think about it he got a stabbing pain in his temples - he had blurry images of a unfamiliar rooms and cameras. What had he been doing?

It wasn’t that Korekiyo was above such things, he had murdered after all. He’d killed so many pretty girls for his sister - the pure, intelligent, witty girls who would keep his sister company. However, this game was trapping him too. This involved killing indiscriminately, it involved forcing others to commit such a beautiful act in a horrible, disorganised fashion. It was a mess, a disrespectful mess. Kirumi’s murder of Ryoma had been tremendous, but Kaede’s of Rantaro had not been thought out at all. It was a mess, a- there was that pain in his head again, he had a flash of a bathroom door, and then it was gone. Had he been involved in that murder too? Had he been involved in the killing of Rantaro? No. That wasn’t possible.

He reached his room without incident. His breathing was uneven and heavy as he laid on his back with his eyes closed, desperately trying to clear his mind so he could meditate. He struggled to calm himself, but that’s when it occurred to him that he didn’t need to. There was one way to end this killing game - all he had to do was tick off some of the victims on his list, frame someone for the act, and leave this godforsaken place. The game couldn’t continue if the Mastermind had escaped after all… Could it?

Kiibo / K1-B0

They’d all left the trial grounds with heavy, empty bodies and none of them believed what had happened, they couldn’t process that Kaito and Kokichi had both died for no reason. Kiibo was relieved when he discovered Kokichi wasn’t the Mastermind. He did however grow angry with the others when they continued to see him as a villain rather than someone who had died for them all. That was why he, instead of following the others back to their dormitories or wherever else, sat by the trial grounds, staring up at the stars and tried to process what had just happened. The last time he’d felt a pain this terrible he had “died”, and even now his systems wanted to shut down - he wanted nothing more than to have been killed along with Kaito. Or preferably Kokichi. Why did he die and leave Kiibo? Why didn’t he tell him what was happening? Why did he let him believe he never loved him?

System update an electronic voice said in his ear.

“What? What’s happening? What?” Kiibo said, grabbing and pulling at his bright blonde hair. “Why- why is-“ he felt his mind work horrifically fast, he couldn’t keep up and he felt dizzy, sick, and every part of him ached. It slowly began to fade as far too many memories and realisations filled his head, so many that he couldn’t process them all. And then he could. He began to laugh, as his body was pained and weak. He laughed more as he realised everything, as he knew what was going on. He’d reprogrammed his mind and set it so that he’d remember at this moment. He knew everything, he knew what he had to do. If only Kokichi could see him now, if only he knew he’d been sharing his bed with the very Mastermind he’d been pretending to be.

Ryoma Hoshi

“I know it’s you,” Kirumi said, in that matter-of-fact tone she always had. “You are the one who is subjecting us all to this, correct?” Ryoma hadn’t even realised someone else entered his room until he heard her speaking. He berated himself for it, he should have been prepared - the mastermind of Danganronpa should be. Although, he’d hardly expected anyone to be up and around at this time of night.

“Is that right?” Ryoma said casually, staring up at Kirumi with a knowing smirk. “And What makes you think it’s me, huh?” He found himself wishing he’d had a cigarette, they didn’t stock such things here unfortunately. He knew it was a terrible habit (particularly for a seventeen year old) to have but damn, he thought, try being in the joint a week without a pack of smokes.

“Please do not underestimate me, I am the Ultimate Maid. I have served world leaders, I have solved harder trials and tribulations this than this, of course I realised who the Mastermind had to be-“

“Sure you’re not just stereotyping me? The one person who spent some time in the joint had the be the bad guy? Sounds like you got a ways to go, Tojo.” As he spoke, Ryoma turned his back and walked carefully towards the tennis net - the one he’d abandoned so long ago - and picked up a racket. No one but him could know, but every single item in there had been prepared as a perfect weapon just in case. The racket was razor sharp, and would easily decapitate a particularly nosy and infuriating maid.

“Don’t be ridiculous. I have evidence it’s you, not that I plan to use it. I’m going to kill you, Mastermind. Our nightmare will be over and I can return to serving-“ Kirumi never got to finish her sentence, she never told Ryoma who she would be serving. With the aim of the Ultimate Tennis Pro he threw the racket at her neck and sliced her head from her body. Blood poured out of her, almost comically so, as her head rolled underneath the net, and her body fell limply on the ground.

“That’s an error,” Ryoma said to himself, already planning how to set this up and frame Maki, the secret assassin for the whole thing.

Rantaro Amami

“I can’t believe it took you all this long,” a familiar voice said, one that came from Monokuma. The room was still and silent, staring at the grotesque bear in disbelief. They can’t have heard correctly, could they? This must have been a trick. Shuichi had speculated this, that was his theory - that Rantaro had faked his own death but … To have it confirmed was too much. He had expected everyone, including Monokuma, to merely laugh at his ridiculous suggestion. Yet here it was, Rantaro’s voice where Monokuma’s should be. He was lowered into the room on a new podium, a little more harried and scruffy than he had been before with a determined, fierce look in his eyes.

“Rantaro,” Shuichi whispered in disbelief. “You- it’s you.”

“That’s right, it’s funny, you and Kaede should have figured it out all that time ago. Remember?” He taunted. “You had a trap for the Mastermind all set up and you caught me, yet you still didn’t quite get it.”

“But wait,” Maki interrupted. “We saw your room. You were the Ultimate Survivor so you had to play again, they wanted to kill you, that’s why-“

“If only, right?” Rantaro shrugged with a cruel grin. “Thing is, that might have been a little fabricated on my part see-“ he paused deliberately, making sure he had everyone’s full attention and basking in it. “See, the winner of this game gets to lead the next one. It’s fun, you have so much power, more than you’d believe. You have the entire world watching your show, watching you, and adoring everything you do.

“Hell, thanks to the prize money, thanks to this show, I don’t even care if I get my sisters back.” Shuichi looked on in shock and repulsion. This wasn’t the Rantaro he knew. It couldn’t be. “So, who wants it? Who wants to win? Who wants all of their problems to be solved? Who wants more money than they know what to do with, huh?” Rantaro said, offering his position up to the four survivors. “Shuichi? Maki? Kiibo? Himiko? Tsumugi? Any of you? If you help me take down the other three I’ll count you as the winner.”

“No, none of us want that Rantaro, we all agreed we want to end this game,” Shuichi said, trying to sound braver than he was.

“That’s right,” Maki said. “After everything you’ve done to us, we’re not going to give up and said with you now.”

“It would be foolish to do so, and immoral. We need to end this game and save us all,” Kiibo declared.

“I don’t want anything my magic can’t give me!” Himiko shouted with enthusiasm.

“I could do it,” Tsumugi said suddenly to the shock of the others.

“You- what?” Shuichi said in shock.

“I don’t- I can do it. Rantaro, let me win. I need to win. If I win I can have my own show, my own- I want it,” Tsugumi said in awe, staring at Rantaro with a new found adoration.

“Really? Plain old boring Tsugumi is will to betray her friends and create Danganronpa 54? I didn’t expect that,” Rantaro laughed. “My money was on Miss Assassin, though, I was hoping for the pretty detective but…” He shrugged. “Whatever, I’ll take it. Come up here with me, Miss Plain-as-can-be, it’s show time.”

Gonta Gokuhara

“It seems my performance is at an end,” Gonta smirked. The survivors could only stare in shock, his voice had changed dramatically - it was smoother, less fractured, and with standard grammar. “I must say I am surprised that you all fell for it. You all expect traumatised autistic people to be ineloquent fools? It’s funny how far I could push this - and the only ones who saw through my act didn’t make it to the end.” Gonta’s smile was twisted, a horrifying grin as he remembered Kokichi confronting him, how the boy had pretended to be the mastermind and was determined to bring Gonta to his knees. He thought of Korekiyo, Kirumi, Ryoma, and Rantaro, thankfully he’d arranged for them all to kill or be killed. It had worked out quite well in the end.

“You- we- no! We all thought-“ Shuichi stammered, he felt his throat tighten. It was happening again, the truth was smothering him and he struggled to voice his thoughts.

“We trusted you,” Maki interrupted, with a darkened glare that only an assassin could have. “We helped you. You pretend to be the idiot and just watched?”

“Are you guys sure it- it can’t be Gonta, no! It isn’t! My magic says so,” Himiko said, clutching the brim of her hat as her small body began to shake and nausea twisted in her stomach.

“I don’t want it to be true either, but it has to be. There’s no other explanation, Gonta. It has to be Gonta,” Shuichi concluded, the whole room began to shake and contort as the news sunk into them, and they were dragged into the Mastermind’s- no, Gonta’s - new reality.

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