Good would come out of this. Either the traitor would die, or everyone else would. He knew who it was. After careful observation, he'd realized that there was indeed someone among them working for the Future Foundation. He wondered why they hadn't revealed themselves yet. It would certainly save a lot of hassle. He'd hoped the bomb threats would have made them talk, but, alas, no one had come. The trial would certainly reveal them. If it didn't, then everyone else would die. He remembered the deaths before his as he placed the Monokuma panels, zippo lighter in hand. Hopefully someone would open the door when they received the video message. He smirked and set the lighter next to the panels, lighting it and making sure it stayed upright. This plan was perfect. Flawless. Hope would definitely shine through despair this time! Nagito Komaeda held back a chuckle, disappearing behind the curtains to initiate the second part. He tied up his legs and wrapped the rope around his arm, severing it with the knife he held in his fist. All part of his plan. The others would think the rope had burned off, it would be perfect...
Komaeda tied up his other arm carefully. Third step. He slapped a bit of tape over his mouth to hold back his cries of pain. Then, he sliced across his legs, a muffled scream escaping his mouth. He did it a few times more, scarlet coating the blade of the knife. He then moved onto his next leg, tears pricking at his eyes. Holy shit this hurt! He finished his other leg, a dull throbbing sensation combining with the white-hot pain. Next was his arm. He lay back, breathing raggedly. He clutched the whip that held the spear up in the air, just above his abdomen. What a nice spear, too. It would certainly trick the others very well. Komaeda took the blade in his right hand, slashing a few deep cuts into his left arm. He gripped the whip tight, despite how the pain made him want to let go. This part would hurt the worst. Painpainpainpainpain hope will overcome despair this time! The pain is worth it! He takes a nearby Monokuma doll and sighs through his nose, shoving the grip of the knife into the stomach of the doll. Then, he slammed his hand down onto the blade, screaming against the tape in agony, tears rolling down his cheeks. He didn't care. His blood coated the doll and his hand, and he tried his hardest not to let go of that whip. A little while longer, then he'd be able to go. The music that he'd turned on early played calmly, making him smile through his immense pain and agony. Blood coated nearly every part of him, covering his face and snow-white hair and nice clothing. The voices of the others were near. Owari-san is at the door, yelling in her rough voice to the others. She'll be gentle, she says. She'll be careful. She obviously doesn't care, proving Komaeda's suspicions when she shoves the door open. First, the panels fell over. They hit the zippo lighter and he could hear everyone's' screams as the room caught fire. The curtain quickly went up, and Komaeda could hear the soft pat of their feet as they ran to the kitchenette to grab the extinguishers. It was all up to luck now. All up to his Super High School Level Good Luck. It kept him alive this long. The shattering of the extinguishers was heard over the music, and Komaeda inhaled the noxious fumes of the poison. He quickly lost his senses, feeling the last bit of pain as the spear pinned him to the ground, striking right through his stomach when he let go of the whip. Oh, yes, it hurt, but he was certain that Hinata and the rest would not lose to despair.
