That little boy stood there, in front of the building, waiting for his friend to come out. He heard constant screaming and crying but he couldn't go in. He was worried that much is certain. He didn't want to leave that spot because of his friend but he wanted so much as to cry. Such painful memories for him.

"Super High School Level Info Broker..."

That's his Super High School Level. It's something that bothers him. He knows things, many things, not matter if they're bad. Scared. Nothing more than scared. His heart already feels shattered. The guilt weighs heavily on him. What to do? What can he do? He can cry, he can run. Just like that day he can turn tail and run. His friends are in danger, everyone is dead.

I want to get out. The sound is too high! My emotions are crushing me, it's hard to breathe! My throat is burning, why can't I escape? Why won't you leave me alone? The thoughts all swirled in his head as he began to cry his heart out in front of the building.

Gone, nothing more than gone. Dead and will forever stay dead. I created a beast... Nothing more than a beast. Heaven locks me out and I can't see anymore. My eyes are slowly rotting away and my organs are being squeezed and squished until they pop. His mind trying so hard to make him commit suicide. It's because he can't do a thing. All he did was run away and attend Hope's Peak Academy. He made friends but that one sole person is always behind him.

No one sees him because he's dead. Because his body is rotten and it's all his fault. 'Arms are fractured, legs are broken, face rotting, help me, song burning ears, I want prayer, I want God, Lavender Town Syndrome.' The thing sang, his stomach cut open and intestines pouring out.

In dark rooms his visions fade and he sees what he did. He can't forget pain, he can't forget loss. 'Rip out your eyes and give them to me, that's how you'll learn,' it says. Again, scared and broken. Crying in that room lays suicidal thoughts and mirrors that lie, he peels the skin off of him, a fool ruled by fear.

"Children are crying." So help them.

"Children are dying." So ignore them.

"What did I play." The game of the Devil.

"I want to die." You can't.

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YOU ARE DEAD.

This is an SYOC, meaning that it's a Submit Your Own Character Fanfiction. I'm looking for 15 students of different SHSLs to be in here. If I believe that your character is too Mary Sue then most like I'll slash it... I want unique characters from Psycho Lovers (Yandere) to Overly Shy and Cute. Anything really, hell if your character is a total pervert and in love with someone of the same sex I'll put them in :) Also, if hints of Boy's Love and Girl's Love bother you (nothing too explicit) then don't read, seriously don't bother me with your homophobic crap.

I'll have the form on my profile. Don't worry about the list with Dangan Ronpa OCs on them those are all the ones I've created for Fanfictions such as this. Be creative and also please, for the love of God spell correctly. Good bye for now!

Accepted Characters

Female (8/8) FULL

Male(4/7)

If you want to see the accepted characters please look at my bio :) No more girls please I'm full and I need three boys :

Please note that for anyone who is scared easily or doesn't like the thought of gore please turn away now.

- Yume Sekaii