AN: This fanfic was/will be written by the person who runs dangantaleimagines on tumblr, everything belongs to them except the idea for the story(that was mine), this fanfic account and the summary. I have gotten permission from them to put the fanfic on here. Hope you enjoy it!

Naegi stood with the five other survivors, holding the control box to the door that separated them from the rest of the world.

It feels like it's been forever, but the six of them finally made it through.

...Six of them.

His expression was somber as he remembered those who fell, those who died, those he wish he could've saved or at least had done SOMETHING for.

Makoto snapped out of it when he felt a hand on his shoulder, Kirigiri gave him a small smile as Byakuya scoffed "Well? Are we going to stand here forever or what?"

"Heh, sorry." He rubbed the back of his neck, then stared down at their key to freedom again. This time, actually overriding the lock on the door. Though regret still tugged at the back of his mind in the memories of his friends.
The steel door opened pretty slowly, and with the light flooding in from the other side it was hard to see what was-

...out there?

Suddenly his vision had gone black, gentle yet faint sounds of a music box echoed in the dark void surrounding him. He tried to call out, or move, yet neither his voice nor his body obeyed. An odd orange-ish button with the word "RESET" presented itself, and what was even more odd was his feeling of being drawn to it…

Naegi jolted awake, tipping over the seat he was in backwards and falling onto the floor. With a groan, he placed a hand to his forehead as he sat up. Looking up, his face instantaneously paled.

"W..Why...? Am I...back here?" Makoto stood up hastily, looking at the odd classroom that he had woken up in at the beginning of this mess of "School Life of Mutual Killing". It was just like it. No, exactly like it. The messily-done pamphlet was right where it was originally, no smudges or crinkles that was left from the first time he read it. Looking up at the clock, he found that the time was also the exact time to which he woke up to.

Was it all just a dream? He doubted it, the whole thing was way too vivid, too long, too real for it to have just been a dream. Was THIS a dream?

…He pondered on that, it was possible for what he was seeing now to just be a dream, an odd play-back, maybe a nightmare. Maybe something came flying through the door and hit him square in the face, knocking him out? Even so, it felt surreal to be back here. He had to make sure though, just in case. The Ultimate 'Lucky' Student left the classroom and hurried to the gym, knowing his way around this time made him not as late as he was last time, even though he was late from the second he woke up anyway.

Pushing the doors to the gym open, Naegi's breath hitched in his throat.

There stood other 14 Ultimate's, healthy and well, alive and happy, just as they were in the very start.

…He had another chance.

Makoto felt his Hope turning into Determination.