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alrighty! im gonna talk about my two new dr!ocs and some updates on sheon’s whole thing. remember they don’t have names yet adkaljasdkfa

SURVIVOR: the ultimate jazz singer.

as mentioned, she’s the ultimate jazz singer. pretty subdued personality, but she’s the type of jazz singer who would just. scream into a microphone a la screamin jay hawkins. she is pretty neutral/friendly but disconnected in the prologue/first chapter/second chapter. she gets more jittery as the interactions go on. but once you get to the post-fte section of chapter two, that night she actually tries to kill the protag. at this point its revealed her big Angsty Backstory is she got involved with drugs through the music scene and is currently suffering withdrawal symptoms and is Super desperate (something ive seen a lot with my co-musicians and its not good) big breakdown, really delirious, will eventually be talked off the ledge and calmed down. kind of like if sayaka was actually calmed down in thh chap 1

just so happens that during the night whoopsy someone else was killed. so you two have an alibi but to reveal it means you tell everyone about her issues. either there might be a lying feature like in drv3 to cover, or you tell the truth and end up isolating her. for chapter three and most of four she will keep her distance from the protag bc she’s uncomfortable but will eventually reach out to be friends again after chap 4 execution.

is generally pretty useful during trials, tends to be a person who tries to help calm down more emotional students and look at things logically. is good at trying to calm down the blackened once the protag catches their bluff bc she understands what its like to be desperate. she does, however, cry during/after every punishment. tells others not to speak poorly of their executed classmates.

she compulsively chews gum, and one of her favorite gifts would be gum. jokes about having an oral fixation. during school mode she might joke about singing love songs but being so awkward about it in real life. really likes dogs, has a dog plushie in her room.

a first two fte will focus on her health/wellbeing. the third she’ll ask to not talk about that anymore and the next three are just about general stuff. the final one she’ll basically go a little further into detail but the moral of her story is like, she’s not a bad person for doing what she did, no one is. she’s just a person. and it cn happen to anymore.

dresses in clothes more inspired by late mod/early 70s fashion. hoestly im seeing like a turtleneck/pantsuit combo. short curly hair. big heavy under eyelashes.

MASTERMIND: the ultimate drag racer (ultimate cruiser)

ok but I LOVE him. personality wise he’s the story’s anxious character, think closer in personality to chap 1 shuichi. quiet, skittish, easily flustered, sometimes cracks jokes that fall flat. he’s framed for the chap 1 murder (someone died in a go kart accident, its assumed he sabotaged the other car, his argument is why would he kill someone in a race in front of all his classmates?) the protag obviously works hard to prove he’s innocent. after the execution he makes a promise to the protag that he owes him one big time, and while it seems innocent at the time, the wording should have like. a slight suspicious undertone.

he’ll investigate weirder areas of the school instead of practical (sometimes he has clues sometimes not) and if there’s ever a mechanical question for a trial, you’ll generally ask him for clarification. he’s not very trusting of others and is often the one to accuse others/bring the information learned in trials back into the real world and make a big deal out of it. for example, he’ll make a big deal about the attempted murder in chap 2, and he’s the one who’s constantly accusing sheon of being a traitor

at first he seems like he’s just anxious, but obviously, he’s the mastermind, and he’s trying to tear the group apart.

his fte he’s awkward the first few times but he opens up slowly, showing actual comfort/joy around the protag. wants to be close friends. offers to take protag go karting. while their personality is pretty awkward most of the time, there are flashes of an adrenaline junky every now and then especially when talking about cars, where he seems so full of life and drive it’s almost scary. very competitive during these times, his determination almost taking a sadistic glee when talking about beating others. of course he explains it as his cutthroat sport, but ya know...mastermind. instead of saying we’re going to survive he says we’re going to win. friendly towards the others but doesn’t really care about them focused on protag. is consciously trying to seperate protag from sheon.

for a mastermind he’s actually quite the empath and grows attached to his classmates, which he actually takes pleasure in the amount of despair he feels after each of their executions. reason behind the game is the adrenaline rush he feels, never has felt more alive than on despair. he discovered the rush the first time he got in a car accident, and the moments before his crash where like pure bliss. he wanted to let everyone else feel his feverish joy, and talks about how everyone has enjoyed this, deep down. they’re all getting their sick kicks. breaks the fourth wall and alludes to the fact that the protag (through the player) is having the most fun of all.

final trial where it’s revealed, he’s still v attached to the protag in like an almost yandere way and wants to follow up on the favor he owes from chap 1. he offers a deal to the protag where if they’re welcome to be their accomplice in all this and get out of the game. protag should push to bargain that everyone can give up their morals, sacrifice themselves to despair, and live as the mastermind’s accomplice in exchange for ending the killing game.

eventually, he’ll agree, but only if the group decides one life among them to sacrifice for no other reason than to kill an innocent friend. the way to get to the correct ending is to choose yourself which will like invalidate the deal. protag ends up dying and everyone else lives. leaves the mastermind in a despair, but for the first time, he does not derive any pleasure.

takes a LOT OF GLEE in admitting he convinced everyone else sheon was the traitor when she was not, everyone else is horrified.

anyways. his school mode/love mode events show his more likeable side, he can actually be a really cute partner if it weren’t for the part he’s evil but uh. soft sometimes.

really likes energy drinks. talks about sponsorships. color scheme is like. a black racing suit but his jacket is tied around his waist and he’s wearing a wife beater. tons of accents of neon all over his outfit from like patches and brand deals. backwards hat. blushes easily. has a mullet. i love him.

“TRAITOR” : SHEON FUKUDA (the ultimate film maker)

ok so. still antagonistic. but more in the way of pushing your buttons and pointing out your flaws in a trial. like somewhere between antagonist and kirigiri. super chill personality, cracks a lot of jokes, is hardcore struggling with the games and will be open about her mental illness. her fatal flaw is still her martyr complex

is first framed after chap 2 bc of accused of having the ability to direct and oversee a production like this, and from that moment forward no one can trust her and she’s SUPER alienated. she’s still awkwardly trying to be friends/friendly but people act like she’s going to betray them all. tries to prove innocence multiple times going as far as to beginning of chap 3 announce to the group if they need to kill anyone, let it be her so no one else gets hurt and is super transparent about who she is. but this transparency makes people more suspicious. as she goes on she gets more desperate/gallows humor. last convo bfore chap 5 begins she has a vague conversation about with protag about if they fear death. chap 5 would end up being either a suicide or double murder (they killed each other one in attack the other while being defended against) so there’s no execution but monokuma still wants something. its also in this trial that the ultimate drag racer plants evidence taht makes it look like she’s the traitor and is addressed head on.

a common motif for her is ‘playing the role assigned’ and knowing who she is and who she isn’t. she’s pretty comfortable knowing who she is but expresses unhappiness about being painted a villain. maybe like, three times through the story to this point it’s established as a motif/quirk of fitting a role she’s assigned bc if the protag asks her a question about herself/past/the overall story, she asks the protag a question like well, what do you want 1) 2) and you choose and she’s like. ok. then its _______. same thing here. as she’s finally excused she stares at the protag and is like do you really believe im the traitor? (yes) stares long and hard, somethng sad and defeated in her eyes. ok then. i am.

the trial doesn’t have a punishment originally planned bc the blackened are not alive. but she chooses not to vote and willingly chooses to be punished because everyone else has decided she’s the traitor and she chooses to play along so they can get closure. her last conversation should be about choosing the act of resistance, no matter how convoluted it can be. she doesn’t fear death. the pain sure, but not death. this was her choice to be punished, not the masterminds, and she hopes they lose any glee they take in her suffering because its a sacrifice for hope instead of a death in despair. last request is that she asks for the protag to make sure the manuscripts she wrote during her time are published, the last great work of sheon fukuda.

EXECUTION: CULTURE SHOCK so she wakes up on a soundstage to blinding light. she’s attached with electrodes. monokuma is sitting on a director’s chair with a director’s hat. basically the premise is as the ultimate film maker, she has to recreate different iconic movie scenes and every time she makes a mistake she gets shocked. she keeps on getting thrown into new scenes into the middle of old ones, throwing her off. after a sequence of costume changes/farces she finally collapses in the soundstage.

beat. she looks up. above the soundstage is a sign that says “congratulations” or something. everyone gasps. she believes she beat it. a single light comes on in center stage prompting her to take a bow. she stumbles over, stands up, and looks into the shadows in the general direction of her classmates. a teleprompter prompts her classmates to clap. she takes glee, soaking in her win, and bows. as she comes up she smiles for a second before a short rings out. she’s shot through the heart. culture shock!

fte are mostly talking about directors/film references and what its like to be a film maker. real dry humor, sometimes talks about deeper stuff. her backstory is that her dad was working for an american embassy so she grew up in america going to art shool, and she feels out of place, despite being a japanese student with the same basic culture as everyone else. sometimes talks about slimeball directors, sometimes talks about missing certain food, loves takling about movies. as a filmmaker she specializes in dark comedy/farce which makes her suspicious of how someone can enjoy writing somethng so twisted

views are very intersectional, a little new agey, but still well put together. clearly a free spirit, very quirky from working in cinema, super dry sense of humor. likes philosophy

really likes blueberry jam. favorite item is somthing blueberry.

after chap 1 trial she expresses to the protag how she can never be the blackened, not just because of murdering one student, but to get away with it, everyone else would be punished instead, and she can’t deal with the blood on her hands.

is open about her struggles with mental illness and how she was getting help and showing improvement bfore coming here but now she feels herself spiraling and hates it.

values everyone here as good friends, and while she tries to play it off she hates how they’re painting her as a villain. takes every death very personally.

color scheme is very pastel, and she wears sweat pants and a collared shirt with a light blue robe. you can’t tell if those are pajamas or an outfit. wears rose-colored glasses. all about the aesthetic, just lean so far into film culture with her. personality/feelings towards style are very influenced by the fact she went to an american arts school instead of a japanese school like her peers so every part of her is slightly off/quirky/out-of-touch

she’ll mostly wear the glasses over her eyes, sometimes pushing them down on her nose for emphasis to make eye contact. only her anger sprite (point) shows her taking them off.

during her execution she pushes them onto her forehead before taking her bow, almost to meet eye to eye. after she’s shot the last frame is them landing on the ground, cracking.

i love sheon so much

#dr oc #sheon fukuda #dr after party

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backtothestart02 · 7 years

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Fallen Star - Chapter 4

A/N: It is here!

Also, a reminder that I started writing this fic right after 3x05 aired, so anything that takes place after that point is canon divergent in this fic. You'll see what I've changed as time goes on, but if anything confuses you before it's explained, please don't hesitate to let me know and I will try to address it as best as I can without giving too much away

*Many thanks to @valeriemperez, my ever faithful beta. :)

Chapter 4 -

“I got him.”

“Woo hoo!” Cisco pumped his fists. “You got him! You got the thieeeef.”

An awkward silence follow and Cisco cleared his throat.

“Glad you got him, Barry,” he said, softer this time, more normal.

“I’m going to hang here until the cops show up,” Barry said. He sounded tired. Too tired. “Unless you have anything else for me?”

Cisco shook his head until the odd look he got from Caitlin reminded him that Barry couldn’t see him.

“Uh, nope. No criminal activity showing up on our radar over here.”

“Good.”

Silence lingered again.

“Are you…going to come in after you hand the guy over?” Cisco asked, trying not to sound too hopeful, since he knew what the answer would be.

Barry sighed, the exhaustion clear again.

“No, I gotta get back to CCPD. Julian’s already suspicious enough as is. I can only come up with so many decent excuses to leave mid-morning when no new case has landed on our desks.”

Cisco nodded once. “Right. Well, we can celebrate later then.”

“I have to go now. The cops just showed up.”

Cisco’s lips parted, debating one last thing he could say, but the static click informed him that Barry had turned off his comm. Caitlin shook her head, reminding him that getting Barry to turn his com back on last time had not proved successful and likely wouldn’t this time either.

Cisco sighed and plopped into the chair beside Caitlin’s.

“Is it just me or is it more painful saving the bad guys all of a sudden?”

Silence ticked away again, but this time only briefly, because H.R. emerged from the hallway into the room and deposited a tray of bagels and carefully selected coffee drinks.

“Hey, guys, sorry it took so long. I…” He paused a moment to chuckle. “I overslept.” He nodded cheerily, smiling to himself. “I guess I didn’t realize how early criminals get up to commit crimes.”

Cisco’s brows narrowed. Caitlin blinked. Joe dragged his hand down his face. Wally brooded in the corner.

“I think you guys need some coffeeee,” H.R. said, lifting the drink tray enticingly. “Caffeine makes everything better.”

When no one made a move toward the much-needed drink display, H.R. took it upon himself to walk around to each of them and hand them their personalized beverages.

“Why is…Randolph crossed off on all of these?” Cisco asked, spotting the permanent marker first on his cup and then on Caitlin’s next to him. He saw Wally and Joe analyze their cups as well.

“Funny you should ask, Francisco. Apparently, this earth requires you to give just one name when ordering drinks.” He ignored the incredulous looks of those around him. “Since none of you have my name, and here –” He paused to laugh. “Well, even I don’t have my name!” He shook his head, clearly amused with himself. “I put all your names on there, so I would remember who belonged to what.”

He took a sip of his drink, then his head snapped back.

“Whoa-hoa-hoa, this is not mine.” He shook his head, walked over to Joe and took the drink out of his hand. “This is yours.” He dabbed his lips with a napkin.

Joe glanced down at the drink being held out to him, then back up at H.R. He forced a tight smile, so he wouldn’t be tempted to strangle the man being so naturally cheery when everyone else was anything but.

“I think I’ll just get some coffee at the station, thanks.”

Joe set the drink down he’d initially been given and turned to leave.

“W...Wait, Joe, come on, I mean…” He looked down at both drinks, briefly dumbfounded on how to fix the situation. “I barely touched it!”

“I should go, too,” Wally said, sounding as tired as Barry had.

H.R. spun around. “Wallace, no, please stay. Drink!”

But Wally was gone as quick as Joe had been. Cisco and Caitlin were back at their computers by the time he spun around. The elephant in the room parted from his lips as soon as he found his seat on a vacant chair on the far side of the room.

“Where is Iris?”

Caitlin typed faster on her computer, determined not to make eye contact. Cisco stopped what he was doing and glared at H.R.

“You’re an ass.”

H.R.’s eyes widened. He pointed to his chest, jaw dropped, shock evident.

“Yes, you.” Cisco got up from his seat and tossed the half-empty drink in the trash.

“Hey, now, that wasn’t necessary, was it?” H.R. complained.

Cisco walked up to him, then stopped, hands on his hips, trying for all intents and purposes to look menacing. H.R.’s smile waned some, and he figured he’d at least somewhat succeeded.

“Iris isn’t here because she’s at CCPN working.”

“Well, yeah, but she’s usually here some of the ti—”

“She and Barry have only been broken up a few days. Don’t you think she deserves to come in when she’s ready?”

“You can’t just…let personal feelings affect—”

Cisco raised his eyebrows.

“Well, you can’t.”

“She’s not getting paid to be here!”

H.R. flushed.

“I…I didn’t mean—”

“Go!” Cisco’s pointed towards the hallway.

“But what if Barry—”

“If Flash stuff happens you’ll know it.”

“Will you tell me?”

His eyebrows narrowed again. “Go.”

Caitlin turned to Cisco after H.R. had left, eyeing him with concern.

“Do you think this will go on for a while?”

Cisco sighed. “Iris will come in when she’s good and ready.”

“That’s not what I meant,” she said softly.

Cisco met her gaze and sunk in on himself a little.

“I don’t know.”

…

When he heard the sound of footsteps coming down the hall, Julian mentally began to prepare himself. His partner – a loosely used term – was always showing up late or leaving early or leaving and coming back for extended period with no real solid explanation – he’d checked all the ‘calls from Singh’ or ‘emergencies in the break room.’ What kind of possible emergency could a CSI tend to in a break room anyway? There was already a first aid kit in there.

Barry Allen had always rubbed him the wrong way from the moment they met, but he’d become increasingly odd in the last seven months, and now the annoyance Julian had felt for over a year had become even more unbearable.

Other than bite his tongue, inflict on him some scathing insult, and occasionally report him to the higher-ups (which rarely put even a dent into the golden boy’s reputation at the precinct), he had to accept the facts as they were.

Barry Allen wasn’t going anywhere, and he, Julian Albert, Head CSI of the Central City Police Department, was going to have to accept that.

That didn’t mean he had to like it though. And it didn’t mean he would ever give him a free pass.

So, when the footsteps stopped just short of entering the forensics lab, Julian didn’t even lift his head to address his co-worker on the delay in his return from ‘getting some coffee downstairs.’

“Did you run all the way to Coast City to get your coffee this morning, Allen, or was there just an extremely long line to—”

The sound of Joe West clearing his throat abruptly thickened the weight of his tongue in his mouth. He quickly turned to face who had entered the room. Barry was there with Detective Joe West, but so was Captain Singh.

“Detective West.” Julian stood to his feet and came around his desk to greet them, his chair scraping across the cement floor. “Captain Singh.”

“Mister Albert,” Captain Singh addressed him. “Would you mind coming with me to my office? I’d like to speak with you.”

Julian couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so flustered – or so professionally frightened.

“Am I… Are you going to terminate me?”

Singh raised his eyebrows. “Hardly. You’re the best CSI in the state.”

Julian saw Barry flinch out of the corner of his eye and took some satisfaction in that.

“It’s good news, not bad news.”

“Am I being… promoted?” Julian’s jaw dropped.

But Singh’s eyes only narrowed. “My office. Please.”

“Right.” He shook his head and grabbed a notepad from his desk before following the captain out of the room to his quarters.

When the sound of footsteps had dissipated, Barry wandered over to his desk and set his bag on the floor against it.

“What was that all about?” he asked Joe, who had meandered along after him.

“What – Singh?”

Barry nodded, not offering anything more.

Joe shrugged. “I guess he decided to give him a promotion.”

Barry raised his eyebrows. “Higher than Head CSI?”

“A special project maybe?” he ventured, not quite meeting Barry’s eyes.

“Joe.”

The older man sighed.

“Alright, I may have mentioned to Singh how impressed I’ve been lately with Julian’s competency as a CSI.”

“Competency.” He folded his arms across his chest.

“Yeah.”

“And why would you do that? You trying to get me fired?”

“What? Of course not.”

“Then…?” He let the question hang.

Joe set the files he’d been carrying on Barry’s mess of a desk; carefully though, lest anything fall off it.

“I may have mentioned that you’re having a bit of a rough time recently –”

“Joe.”

“I didn’t give any details, don’t worry.”

Barry ran a hand over his face, very sure he was about to suffer from a monumental migraine.

“What does that have to do with Julian?”

“There’s a convention going on in upstate New York. Only the best and brightest CSIs are encouraged to come.”

“And I’m not one of the best and brightest.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“Well you suggested that to Singh if Singh is only considering sending Julian there, and for how long?”

“A week.”

“A week?”

“Don’t tell me you won’t be working better – and sleeping better – with Julian not harping on you for everything he thinks you’re doing wrong.”

Barry sighed.

“Plus, I did emphasize how valuable you are to us as well, and that we wouldn’t want you gone for even a week, no matter how bright you are.”

“And Singh just…went with it. No pushing or prodding required.”

Joe shrugged. “Maybe he’s having a good day.”

Barry looked away, his eyes scanning the room with no real effort to see anything in plain sight.

“Please just take the olive branch, son.” Joe squeezed his shoulder. “I’m trying to help.” He paused. “I can’t fix you and Iris, but I can make life a little easier on you until you fix yourselves.”

Barry met his eyes, searching for something he couldn’t define. He ached to let out his emotions, but he was too scared he’d unravel and wouldn’t let himself do that. Not here, and not as the Flash either. He had to be strong. Even at home he wouldn’t let himself cave to the flood of emotions pushing to be released.

I don’t know if we can be fixed, he wanted to say. But that would be one breath away from pacing and tears and hyperventilating, so he didn’t say it.

“Alright,” he said instead, then forced a smile. “Thanks, Joe.”

He nodded, dropped his hand to his side and headed towards the doorway.

“Oh, hey,” he said just before leaving. “I know you’re…not showing up at STAR Labs because you think Iris might be there.”

“Joe—”

“Well, she hasn’t been.”

Barry pursed his lips.

“She didn’t show up Monday or yesterday or today, I’m guessing for the same reasons you didn’t.”

He swallowed hard.

“So maybe you wouldn’t mind dropping by one of these days? Cisco and Caitlin miss you, and I think H.R. is driving all of us a little bit insane with his relentless cheeriness.”

Something almost resembling a laugh slipped out between Barry’s lips.

“Alright,” he said. “I’ll consider it.”

“Great.” Joe smiled. “I’ll see you around then, Bear.”

“Hey, Joe,” Barry called out, coming around his desk before the older man could leave. “How is…Wally doing? I assume Iris has told him what happened.”

“He’s processing,” he said. “He doesn’t hate you, but…you are the reason his sister is currently miserable, so…”

“He doesn’t know how to feel about me.”

Joe shrugged.

“What makes you think Cisco and Caitlin will feel any differently? I mean, last time I really talked to Cisco he was trying to convince me to just get back together with Iris and pretend like nothing happened.”

“He’s still your best friend. He knows you did what you thought was best, even if he wishes it hadn’t hurt Iris. Plus, he misses you. So does Caitlin.” He paused, watching the forlorn look spread across Barry’s face.

“What about Iris?” Barry swallowed hard. “How is she…” His tongue ran dry, and he couldn’t finish the sentence.

Joe didn’t miss a beat.

“Iris has Linda to confide in and help her cope.”

Barry looked away.

“Who do you have, Bear? Have you talked to anyone?”

The ‘besides me’ was implied, so Barry didn’t try to make a joke by saying it was him.

In fact, saying anything at all right now felt dangerous.

“I’ll think about stopping by STAR Labs later.” He hesitantly looked up and met Joe’s concerned gaze. “Okay?”

Joe studied him a while, but then obviously realized he wouldn’t get much more out of him.

“I hope you do.”

Barry forced a tight smile and watched as Joe left, then returned to his desk and sat in his chair. The paperwork spread out before him, it took a moment till he realized Joe had left his files from the morning case amidst the endless forensic reports.

“Oh, Joe!” He called out, jogging down the hall to chase down the detective. “Joe, you forgot—”

He stopped suddenly, three feet away from Joe’s desk, because there chatting and smiling affectionately at her father was Iris.

And when he took one step back, eager to get away and regretting even making the journey to the first floor, she turned and looked at him.

Her face dropped, and he felt prickles of heat and cold spreading across every inch of his skin. He saw her throat move as she swallowed and knew his had done the same.

Her voice was tight and emotionless, even though her eyes were not.

“Barry.”

The word seemed to echo in the noisy room that suddenly fell silent, even though no one other than Joe was paying them any attention.

Dragged from the depths of his soul, scratchy, breathless, came her name from his lips.

“Iris.”

*Also available on AO3 & FFnet.

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