I've noticed no stories like this, so here I am. This is going to be about the characters playing DMMD and learning their future.
I do not own DRAMAtical Murder. It is owned by Nitro + ChiRAL
Parts from the game will be bolded.
Italics will be the parts that Aoba is thinking; not being spoken out loud.
Underlined will be when Aoba is using Scrap.
Remember these things, I'm not going to write them every chapter.
And I apologize now if the characters aren't completely in character. I'm going off of what I've seen in the game/anime and on my own personal opinions of them.
This chapter is dedicated to hikariyagaza for being the first person to show interest in this story.
Aoba groaned, feeling something shaking him awake. His head was throbbing and he really didn't want to get up. But the shaking and the voice calling for him was extremely persistant.
"Aoba! Aoba, wake up!"
"Ren?" he asked, his eyes opening slowly as he saw the small dog next to him, his front paws resting against his shoulder where he had been shaking him. "What's wrong?" he added, sitting up and looking around.
The first thing he noticed was that he was in an unknown room. The second was that there were other people in the room; people he knew well. The person closest to him had pink hair.
"Baa-chan!" He exclaimed, going over to her. His mind vaguely registered that the other Allmates in the room were trying to wake their masters.
Tae stirred when Aoba moved her into his lap. Her eyes opened and she looked at him for a moment, as confused as everybody else who was waking up. He helped her stand and looked around the room.
"Aoba! Are you alright?" Koujaku asked, getting to his feet and going over to him.
"Yeah. I'm fine. But where are we?" He asked.
"Area unknown." Came Ren's answer at his feet. He bent down and picked him up.
"You are here to learn the future. More specifically, your future, Seragaki Aoba." A voice from no disternable sorce spoke. Everybody looked around, not seeing anybody.
"What do you mean my future?" Aoba asked, confused by that.
"Exactly what I said. This is what is to happen very soon in your life. This story will be told in video game format. So, Aoba-kun, are you ready to play?"
"I'm not playing games with you! We're leaving!" he exclaimed, turning to look for the exit, like the others in the room were already doing. But froze when he saw none.
"Nobody is leaving until you've played. The future must be changed. For the better. Now I will ask again. Are you ready to play?"
"You're not really giving me much of a choice are you?" Aoba muttered to himself. "Fine. I'll play you're game. Then you'll let us leave?"
"Of course." With that, a screen appeared with a digital keyboard situated infront of a series of couches. Everybody took a seat and he looked at the people around him. All familiar faces, except for one. He wanted to ask, but he wanted to get this over with. He figured he could ask later if they took a break if this took to long. With a small sigh, he pressed start.
And this is the first chapter. Next chapter will jump into the game so I'm going to need feedback at times about how in character the people are and I will make chances accordingly.