Major spoilers for Forest of Despair through chapter two. You have been warned. Love, Yellow.
0-1 - Weltschmerz
It was silent. Dead silent. There were many in the room, congregating in the corner, averting their eyes from the movie screen, relishing the despair the theatre chronicled, or they were Shinichi Fujimoto. Shinichi wasn't sure of this place yet, having been the newcomer of this strange realm. He recognized a great deal of those who wandered the room, but he could never follow, always hiding away in fear they may not be who he truly thought they were. He knew not to trust anyone ever since his death at the pressure of his own classmates -inadvertently, of course, but he was still nonetheless fearful of everyone- and questioned his faith in everyone. The Saviors of Humanity, Hanako, Takara, Ayano... He couldn't fathom placing his trust in anyone again. Yet, in this ethereal reality that he awoke in, he wanted to learn. Learn the nature of this place. Learn who wandered. Learn all he could. He had seen a great deal of recent historical figures sometimes come in. Sayaka Maizono, Kiyotaka Ishimaru, Nagito Komaeda, and Ruruka Ando.
So much history, so much knowledge, yet Shinichi couldn't find it in himself to approach them. They were some of the many history had led him to read about to fuel his thirst for knowledge. Yet, he couldn't trust them either. They had been the world's hope, yet they were also the world's truest despair. They were every bit as untrustworthy as anyone else. They were the towering archives of history he sought to open, yet he threw the key away into the recedes of despair.
Shinichi seldom looked at the screen. It reminded him too much of the chaos that enveloped him, setting him asunder from the world he thought he knew. He thought he knew a lot of things, but his state of mind was jeopardized in a split second. Take for example Akita Yamazaki. He thought she was just a young woman making peace in the world and trying to make him leave behind his introverted defense, yet it turns out he never truly knew her. Then there was Kazuhiko. He remembered how protective he was of Ayano, leaving himself and Hayato no choice but to let Mirabilis translate the Japanese words that encircled her wrist, her livelihood. Yet, Kazuhiko murdered whoever they thought was Akita -perhaps Sae Emiya or Chiyo Jinya- and died, his final words professing his love for Ayano. The mask known as Ayano Nishiki.
Sure, Shinichi had lost any semblance of the trust he used to hold, but he had a burning desire to find them. Perhaps to save himself from the deluge of nothingness he was rapidly drowning in. Perhaps Sae Emiya and Chiyo Jinya could pull him back to save who he was inside. Perhaps they could be the stones tied to his ankles that drag him straight down to Hell.
Hello everyone! Welcome to this fanfiction of fanfiction... what have I walked into? Anyways, this isn't essentially canon per se; simply my interpretation of the afterlife of Dangan Ronpa, but mostly having to do with Forest of Despair. Also, I want to give shout-outs to SanityRequiem for creating the epic saga that inspired me to write this, Akita Yamazaki, and a whole bunch of other characters! Next is The hazel-eyed bookworm for creating Shinichi Fujimoto, my poor butt monkey ever since his death. I really hope I'm not butchering his character, but my apologies if I've done so. But, really, this story is thanks to everyone who contributed to the Committee Saga, whether it was by contributing a character to any of the stories, leaving a review, or even reading the story!