53 Lies and Counting.
Chapter 1: Mint, Oil and Survivors.
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Warning! This contains heavy V3 spoilers, so if you haven't player/seen the game, don't read this.
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As the world started to come around her, she could taste the oil in her mouth, smell the mint and wet wood in the air and feel the hard and cool metal that pressed against her skin and a draft of cool air made her hairs stand on ends.
The world around her seemed different, like it was constantly shifting.
Like it was constantly changing.
It made her stomach churn, made her open her eyes, dazed and unfocused. There was a hand in front of her, was it hers? Was it someone else's?
She couldn't tell from the darkness.
A faint tune played in the background, but she could barely hear it.
Her mind suddenly sharpened as her brain immediately acknowledged the fact she was in a tight place, a small metal room with a door with barely enough room to move or even breathe.
She couldn't hear the muffled talking and a gentle knock on the metal door in her growing panic.
Her chest was tight as she slammed her fist against the door, banging it again and again as the door refused to budge. Her heartbeat rose as panic started to set in and began to breathe heavily as the space around her seemed to get smaller, more darker, more hideous as something from the darkness reached out and touched her shoulder with a mucus covered claw.
With a scream, one that didn't sound right, and a final bang, she opened the door.
Well, it was more like she had taken the entire door off its hinges as she tripped onto the door falling in fear of a loud snapping sound from the hinges snapping.
She yelped as she tumbled onto the falling door that hit the ground with a mighty thud, a surprised cry rang out from nearby.
"AH! MONOTARO!"
She cried out in pain at the loud noise and immediately crawled off the door and scuttled off towards a nearby wall, the beat of her heart drowning out the noise around her as her alien surroundings bled into eyes and refused to disappear even as she wiped her eyes.
A classroom, she was in a classroom with wooden student chairs and desks and a podium. But what classroom has greenery and foliage growing all over it? And what classroom had large red barbed wired blocking off the windows from access?
And what classroom had four weird, bipedal, miniature, two-toned bears?
One of them, a white and pink bear with a flower tucked on its ear and a weird coconut shaped bra, tried to lift the fallen door with all of its might as the other three did nothing. One, a white and blue bear that resembled a rock star was laughing boisterously at the pink bear as it took out a miniature guitar and broke it over its head, causing wooden splinters to shatter everywhere. A white and brown, stripped bear with a pair of black framed glasses chuckled, mumbling to itself about the pink one being an idiot and expenses. The last one was a white and green bear that looked like a robot, which stood further away as it looked at the group quietly and almost nervously.
They all had a strange shaped right eye and a pacifier in each of their mouths, each with half of a malicious grin etched onto their coloured sides.
That was when she saw a fifth bear, trapped underneath the door she knocked over.
The panic suddenly disappeared, replaced with a strong worry as she immediately got up, "I'm so sorry, let me help", and lifted the door up off the bear and propped it to the wall.
The fifth, final bear was a red and white one that wore a long grey scarf with a silver star pinned to the front. The bear was knocked out with a small visible bump on its head.
She picked the bear up and gently shook him, stroking and holding it like it was her own child. "Hey, wakey wakey."
She ignored the strange, almost confused looks the other bears were giving her and each other as she continued to gently rock the red bear, smiling as a confused groan escaped its mouth. "...Hwah?"
The red bear looked around curiously before staring at her, directly at her face, not speaking a word.
Then...
"Yay!" The red bear cheered, pulling out a throwing star from thin air. "Thank you father!" And hugged her like an affectionate child.
She blinked, unable to stop herself from hugging the affectionate red bear back. "Father..?" Why did it call her father-
That was when she saw the silver rings and bracelets on her fingers and wrist.
"Welp! Looks like Monotaro's forgetfulness strikes again."
The shirt she was wearing was different as well. She was wearing a dark blue striped sweater instead of her usual red flannel shirt.
"Bwahahaha!"
She wasn't wearing her jeans either, she had a pair of slightly baggy, cream pants instead-
"Monokid, enough! He just got knocked on the head, that's all you bastard!"
A crystal necklace hung around her neck-
"..."
She lifted her hands, feeling her head and stopping at the piercings on her ears, barely acknowledging how her right ear had more piercings then the left one.
"I've got a rock hard rager right now! So I'll just take it out on Monosuke!"
"Bring it on jabroni! I'll crush ya with my superior Exisal skills!"
Her hair felt softer yet much shorter and fluffier than it was not too long ago. And the colour had changed from it's original brown to-
'Light green?'
"Please don't! Daddy's gonna get mad if he finds out we destroyed half the school again!"
She froze, feeling her throat, going cold when she felt something much more prominent than before. Something that shouldn't be there at all.
The world felt dead cold as something seeped and crawled into her memory, pushing every muscle and nerve it could possibly reach before stopping dead cold in its tracks, just as familiar, yet very foreign memories flashed right before her eyes in an instant.
Danganronpa V3.
Mutual Killing Games.
Video Game.
Monokuma.
Monokubs.
Remnants of Despair.
Hope's Peak.
Ultimates.
New Season.
Fiction.
England.
College.
Stress.
Hope.
Despair.
The world came to a halt.
Truth.
Lies.
Ending.
The robotic Monokub, Monodam, looked over to the suddenly quiet student. Feeling brave, he spoke up.
"HOW-ARE-YOU-FEELING? WHAT-DO-YOU-"
Ultimate Survivor.
Ultimate Adventurer.
Her pupils dilated, and opening her-
No, opening his mouth, he screamed.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Darkness took over, and suddenly Rantaro Amami fell back into the uncaring void.
The smell of strong mint roused him from his sleep, the smell tickled his nose and brought back memories of home and that mint chocolate he had always loved, even when he was barely starting to eat solid foods as a toddler.
Yet... The taste of oil in his mouth made him mentally cringe, causing him to jolt awake from his unconsciousness.
He was still in the same room as before, however the Monokubs were no longer in the room, instead there was a girl and boy, perhaps in their teens.
The girl blond hair with music note hairpins placed neatly near her fringe. She wore a high school uniform consisting of a white shirt with a pink sweater over it, along with purple skirt patterned with musical notes and staves. She looked bright and cheery, she reminded him of a girl who would never give up.
The boy on the other looked like a pale, goth nerd that went to Hot Topic one too many times. He had a black cap with a white strap covering his black hair and one of his grey eyes. He also wore a black, five buttoned uniform with matching coloured pants and shoes.
The boy averted his gaze as soon as they made eye contact.
It was oddly cute.
Rantaro's gut twisted in knots. He was starting to feel uncomfortably hot and sweaty.
"Ah, you're awake. That's good, me and my friend heard you scream and came as fast as we could, but you had passed out." She put on a kind smile. "My name is Kaede Akamatsu, I'm the Ultimate Pianist, it's a pleasure to meet you."
She stared at the boy in front of her, a frown slowly making it's way to her face as he continued to stay silent. Feeling awkward, she spoke up again, "So are you also-"
The teen put his hand over his mouth, gagging. "Sick. Toilets?"
"Oh, the toilets- There's a bin over there-"
He gave her a hasty thumbs up and immediately dove towards the bin.
They both looked away, both turning a little green as the loud retching started.
"Are you feeling better now?"
Rantaro gave her a thumbs up, downing the second cup of water before tossing it into the other bin. He let out a sigh of relief as the oily taste in his mouth started to disappear. "A bit, thank you for the water."
"Ah, it's no problem. Right Shuichi?"
"R...Right."
"Shuichi is an Ultimate Detective, that's cool right?"
The boy looked away, clearly flustered as he adjusted his cap. "I'm just a detective in training, I'm not officially a detective..."
With a chuckle, Rantaro stared at Shuichi in amusement. "You're still an Ultimate though right?"
"Yes, but only-"
"Then you're an Ultimate, you wouldn't be here otherwise, so stop worrying that cute butt of yours."
"Huh?"
The detective blushed at the sudden compliment, which only intensified when he laughed at his expression. Kaede couldn't help a small laugh either, though it was muffled behind her hand.
She couldn't help the small pang of jealousy in her chest either.
"So, umm... Are you also an Ultimate?"
Rantaro hummed in thought.
Ah yes, an Ultimate. Of course, Rantaro thought this was some sick dream until his retching had nearly torn his throat up and caused mild pain. However, now that he felt much more calmer, he realised that this wasn't the case.
Awhile ago she was just a normal college girl with problems.
Now she, who was now a he, was an Ultimate inside a mutual killing game and that he happened to be Rantaro Amami, the guy who was the very first to die in Danganronpa V3, the first husbando of her best friend before being ruthlessly taken from her, the extremely pretty one with a lot of siblings.
After his breakdown earlier, he felt much more calmer than before, perhaps a little too calm, as he brought his thoughts back together... Mostly.
Everything was still hazy to him at the moment, things were jumbled up and if he thought too much his head was probably going to explode.
He decided to stop thinking too much for now and just let his mind adapt to the environment. He had time right?
He licked his lips. "Ah, yes, I do believe I am." He shot them both with his best smile.
"My name is Rantaro Amami, the Ultimate Survivor, It's a pleasure to meet the both of you."
"...Survivor?"
'...Shit.'
He wasn't supposed to say that. Fuck, it would be suspicious if 'she' found out. He would die much quicker than in the game if she found out-
"It that why you have that knife?"
He stopped his soon to be mental train wreck and looked at Kaede, blinked, and looked to where she was pointing and noticed the small blade in a leather sheath strapped to his waist. That was defiantly not there before, he could of sworn it.
Silence...
..."Yes?"
He was going to be in so much trouble later, he could just feel it.
"An- Anyway." He coughed. "Do you guys know how you got here?"
"...You don't remember too, huh?"
"Seems like it."
"Then everyone else must not remember either..." Kaede's ahoge drooped, and Rantaro couldn't help but stare.
"Pretty strange, right?" Rantaro, chuckled trying his best to ignore her ahoge. "It's almost like we all have amnesia or something along those lines but... That sounds impossible."
"Yeah..." Shuichi muttered. "That would be a stretch."
Rantaro licked his lips and sighed, rubbing his temples as he felt a headache start to come on.
It was one of those days.
"Already out of juice..."
"Record, why are you here?"
"O-Oh! Nothing much. I'm just testing the newly manufactured equipment right now... There's a small problem with them."
"What?"
"The recording function is of average quality, however the recordings lasts barely the amount of time then the current generation."
"How short?"
"Thirty minutes of recording per day compared to the 48 hours per week."
"Terrible, you plan on reporting this?"
"Hopefully, I still have the Kami situation to worry about and the well being about my current subject."
"That Casca lady?"
"The one and only."
"Well... Make file a report and get back the current gen recorders, especially when concerning a world like this one."
"Roger dodger!"
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Hey kids, I live! Hope you enjoyed the chapter. I just woke up from a two hour nap and wrote this weird thing. I have no idea where I'm going with this, bit I'll fix up this chapter a little tomorrow, I have rushed this.
(this is also like, the shortest chapter I've ever done in my life)
If people who read my other Digital RWBY Saga, I have news for you.
Unfortunately, I am currently lacking motivation to write anything from DRS. Hopefully if I write more of this I can get back to it.
So please fav, follow and especially review if you've enjoyed this first chapter.
And I hope you all have a great day.
Ciao~
EDIT: I fixed up the chapter a bit, fixed some of the dialogue as well. The next chapter should be out tomorrow or the day after.
