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stareyedraccoon · 5 years

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👀👀👀 execution hm?

ill put it under the cut!!!! tw for .. death… obvs… its a Dangan Ronpa Execution

Seeing these … reactions was weird, to say the least. He was certain everyone hated him, even before he killed Tabi. so this? this was weird.Alyen hugging him threw him off a bit too much. Honestly? It was between momo and Alyen on who to frame- Its not like he wanted these kids to die, or he even really wanted to kill anyone. but.. "Ay, you really need to take better care of yourselves, the both of you. Lock your doors- and make sure you’re with someone most of the time. This will happen again and again until you find a way home, get it? Be more careful. if i see any of yall in hell with me im kicking your ass.“ he sneered, messing up the fish boys hair before gently cranking him off."And momo, sorry.. ya know? for everything, could have been better to you.” He made his way past them both, walking up to Caius. Poor dude. “Ey, its gonna be alright, ok?” Was he ignoring riku? he was ignoring riku. that dude always rubbed him the wrong way. he bent down to be at Caius level, petting his hair and wrapping his coat around the kid. "Listen, Its a fucked up situation ya know? If that letter was from my dad and i didnt do as he said? He would have killed me himself, so… I rather go out this way ya know? Plus, who says i cant outrun this otter huh?“he kisses cass gntl, right on the god damn mouth, before standing and looking at monotter“ITS PUNISHMENT TIME!” Monotters tiny mallet hit the big red button in front of him with a click! Tiny colourful stars spurting from the impact! Focusing in on the screen beneath just in time to see a tiny 8-bit Marche flee from a chasing monotter. The screen reading– ‘GAME OVER’MARSHALL FLETCHER HAS BEEN FOUND GUILTY!Time for the punishment! Though both pixels had already fled from the screen by the time it faded to black. Marche didn’t stick around long enough to feel the harsh stares of his classmates not affected by his sob story, as soon as his goodbyes were said, he fled. Springing off of his own podium, he sprinted towards the elevator– If he could just make it in there he would be safe, That was his thought process. Monotter was surprised, a blank look on his face as he processed the Free Runner’s attempted escape; before SCREECHING and slamming his tiny paw on the same red button, sending out a metal clasp to catch the fleeing rat. Marche flicked his one eye back, pivoting to the side just in time to dodge the chained trap. This angered the otter even more. SCREECHING, he slammed his paw into the button over and over, tiny colourful stars still bursting from the impact with every forceful smack, getting more and more droopy as the button was abused. The ultimate titles were not given out lightly. Marche had managed to twist and dodge every single metal clasp that had come to drag him to his execution, barreling into the elevator, he slammed his body to the side, hiding from the sights of his classmates, of monotter. The elevator chimed, the doors closed. Stood still Then plummeted downwards, as if the cord had snapped suddenly.ON YOUR MARK! GET SET!The elevator landed with a crash, throwing Marche out, he rolled into multiple dog-monokumas, barking and lined up at a starting line. Marche stood, staring at them confused, before being pushed to his starting point by an angered monotter, irritated and fed up with this execution already. Marshall took his place, monotter sped to the front of the line, squaking and showing the course map to all the ‘contestants’, pointing out the finish line. If he could just get to that … It was a general area people would practice parkour on, pipes, staircases, ledges that fell to the sideway far far beneath, it was all here. It was a danger Marche was used to, used to racing on. His confident increased with every growing second, his nervousness of dying replaced with a smug grin, setting his eyes on the finish line. 3 …. 2 ….1 …. GO! Marche sprinted off, quickly gaining the lead in this race. He pushed off the first rooftop, grabbing onto the adjacent, taller building. His hands grabbed onto the lip of the building, wincing as sharp barbs stabbed into his hands. He gritted his teeth, quickly pulling himself up before looking at his hands, bleeding and damaged. The course was booby trapped, and the dog-kumas were in close pursuit of him, one’s metal claws already attached to the roof behind him.He didn’t have time to worry about a few minor injuries, he bolted off once again. Vaulting over a wall, his arms got cutJumping over gaps, he landed in barbed wire, shredding his pants more so, ripping his legs gruesomely.Climbing up a pole- seems there were razorbladez jutting out, slicing his hands, arms, and torso.Through all this abuse, he was finally within sight of the finish line, lined in neon lights, it almost looked heavenly.All that was left was a staircase down, then to jump across to the next roof, and he was home free.Despite all the bleeding, cuts, gashes, how abused his legs were by now, he forced his last bit of energy into running, running towards the stairs and towards the exit. Just one last stunt and he could go home. He could prove to his dad he would do anything, and he wouldn’t be hurt for failing his last remaining family. He could finally be someone his dad could be proud of. As soon as Marche was about to jump down the stairs, The dog-kumas appeared at both sides of the staircase, pulling a rope taunt and tripping the freerunner instantly, the momentum he put into his jump dooming him further.Marche fell down the stairs, each impact worsening his already brutal injuries. His head hit the concrete multiple times, each dog-kuma kicked him further down the staircase at each landing, giving him no time to try and stop his downfall. His speed only picked up, disgusting crunching noises emitting from his body as his arm broke, passing the last opportunity he had to jump to the finish line, His last hope passing him by in a blur. He plummeted faster and faster, before landing in a disgusting pile at the bottom of the stairs. Marche bleed out on the concrete below, body broken beyond repair. He struggled to keep his eyes open, even going as far as try to move from his twisted position, only to gasp for air as a broken rib punctured his lungs. Marshall Fletcher went still.

#tory writes #marche #ocs #fanganronpa execution #Anonymous #blease be nice i know my writing is bad

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