(Cliffhangers are always fun, aren't they? Time to find out what Felicity meant by what she said. Also I think maybe I might have a problem with how I try to keep things short and to the point - probably how I'm structuring each chapter. Any suggestions and advice would be greatly appreciated.

The Reviews

ShadowYoshi442: It's not just Brooke who didn't deserve this, but everyone else who is trapped in here.

Nan the Keyblade Master: Well I mean, Monokuma is kinda like Chris McLean levels of shitlord, just one step further. Seriously, go back over the stuff Chris pulled in Total Drama (or ask someone about it) and tell me he doesn't seem like a killing game host.)

"What do you mean 'How much do I trust David'?" I quickly asked in confusion.

"David's been telling people how he doesn't remember his title," Felicity began explaining. "He did that when he, myself, Robert, and Olivia were debating yesterday. He was really dismissive of any questions pertaining to his past. Seems pretty suspect, don't you think?"

"Well yeah, he hasn't told anyone his title," I said in response. "But...why do you think him hiding his title is suspect?"

"He's withholding information from us, so who knows? He could be plotting to escape the Academy," Felicity suggested.

"Hey, I can't speak for everyone here, but I'm confident in saying that David's not going to kill anyone," I defended. Felicity pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose.

"Oh Desmond...you're so naive," She said. "Don't you know anything about the world around you? Or is your Wisdom stat that terrible?" I wasn't sure whether or not to take that as an insult or not, but Felicity continued. "Look Desmond, we might all give the impression of standup good people, but you never know what anyone is truly planning. You can't get inside their heads and telepathically know what they're thinking. At the end of the day, you always need to look over your shoulder, have a sense of awareness."

"Okay...and you're telling me all this why? For all I know, you could be planning something," I pointed out.

"...Touche. You're more perceptive than you look." Felicity stood up. "I'll see myself out now." With that, she left my room. Once she did, I tried to think about what she was telling me, wondering what the point of all that was.

"...Not trusting David? But, he's been so nice to me…" I said to myself. But Felicity did have a point - David never told me his title, so I can't say for sure whether or not she was making all that up. I'd have to ask him later about that, and see if it really is amnesia. Although...I am a choir singer, after all. Not a doctor.

It wasn't close to Nighttime yet, so I had plenty of time to spend with the others. I went to the Academic Wing to see Olivia there, doing stretches as usual.

"Oh, hey Desmond," She greeted. "Want to help me warmup?"

"You running in the halls?" I asked.

"Well it's not like there's a gym open to us," Olivia reminded. "Besides, it's not gonna be that long."

"Sure thing," I agreed.

I spent some time with Olivia doing sprints up and down the hall in the Academic Wing. The rumors were not lying about her at all - Olivia has amazing agility.

"Wow, you've got some pretty great endurance," She complimented me.

"Thanks," I responded. "You've gotta have good stamina to make it through multiple shows in a day."

"There's something I wanted to ask you about," Olivia suddenly said. "Since you're so musically inclined."

"What is it?" I wondered.

"Have you heard 'This is America' by Childish Gambino?" Olivia asked me.

"I think so, yeah. What about it?" I answered.

Olivia looked annoyed. "To me personally, I think it sucks," She explained. "What's complaining about how things look in this country gonna solve? Not a damn thing, if you ask me. Yes, things do look bad, but that doesn't mean we should just sit on our asses, whine, bitch, and give up. What we ought to do is use the hand we're dealt at birth to the best of our ability. It's what I managed to do after growing up in a low income neighborhood. I have full confidence everyone else can do the same."

"Oh...I can see that," I responded. "At least you try to remain optimistic."

"You won't see me giving in to despair so easily, man," Olivia's calm demeanor soon returned. "And I'm praying you won't either."

Olivia can be quite outspoken at times...at least she's optimistic.

I wandered to the Auditorium to see if anyone was there. In the dressing room, I found Street using one of the mirrors to do some sort of training technique before she paused upon seeing me enter.

"Hey Street," I greeted. "What are you up to?"

"I'm shadow boxing," Street answered.

"Shadow boxing? Doesn't that, like...involve your shadow?" I blinked.

Street paused for a good long moment before responding to me. "...Were you dropped on your head as a child?"

"Well, mom did say I had a few close calls but- hey!" It took me a moment to realize she meant that in a negative way. She merely chuckled.

"Just kidding. I could show you how if you want," Street offered. "It's not that difficult. All you have to do is maintain your distance from the mirror."

And so I spent time with Street shadow boxing in the dressing room. It was mainly me doing this with Street watching, occasionally giving me pointers on what to do.

Once I was done, I took a seat and Street began talking again. "Hmm…"

"Well...how did I do?" I asked, wiping sweat off my brow.

"You do have potential Desmond...but you clearly lack any sort of form in fighting," Street answered. "Unsurprising, since you haven't been in a fight before. I overheard your little conversation with Robert in the Commons yesterday."

"Yeah, I've never been in a fight before...that'd explain it," I said.

"Not every discipline has to be for fighting you know," Street told me. "Some people use them as a means of stress relief and fitness. It's what some of the guys and gals at my firehouse did in their downtime."

"Their job was that stressful, I imagine," I guessed.

"You have no idea...the bell could go off at any time, even in the dead of night," Street explained. "Since I was too young to go on any call, before I went to bed I was given noise cancelling headphones so I could get a quality night's sleep. I've slept through plenty of calls because of them - my 'adoptive family' didn't want me getting hurt."

"Hey, Street? Do you have any other fighting advice for me?" I asked.

Street said nothing at first, before throwing a quick punch that came close to hitting me, causing me to recoil back. Street chuckled again.

"Don't take your eyes off your opponent. A punch you don't see coming hurts a lot worse than one you do." With that, she took her leave.

Good to know, I thought to myself.

It was about time for dinner, so I went to the Commons. I had made a pretty big dinner for myself of spaghetti and meatballs with a side of chicken alfredo - since spending time with the two most athletic girls on campus made me really hungry - and I sat down across from Ronnie.

"Ah, Desmond! Just the guy I was looking for!" Ronnie boldly said to me.

"What do you want, Ronnie?" I asked him.

"Just thought I'd have a mock interview with you is all," Ronnie explained. "Get to know you a bit better, yeah?"

"I don't mind," I answered honestly. "Just hope you don't mind me eating during this."

"Not at all, man," Ronnie beamed. "Now, first question: What was your early childhood like?"

I paused for a moment before answering. "Well, I guess you could say I didn't have to worry about if we'd have food to eat or if the lights were on. Dad worked at a steel plant and mom was a part of my county's school board. She made sure I never missed a day unless I was really sick."

"Did you have any hobbies? Any...personal ambitions?" Ronnie continued, digging in to his own steak dinner as he wrote down notes.

"...Yeah, I guess you could say that. I always wanted to get on TV, but I wasn't going to lie, cheat, and steal my way to the top, since a lot of people I watched do just that. Either it was through underhanded things, or really bad things came out of the closet about them," I continued. "Mom told me, 'Desmond, if you want to become famous, don't ever get famous in a bad way.' I lived by those words and just followed my heart to stardom. And now, here I am. Ultimate Baritone. Made it to Broadway."

"So...you don't have any skeletons in the closet? Nothing like those guys on TV?" Ronnie pressed further.

"Not at all, no. All I did was follow my passion to be on stage. I don't know why but I feel like whenever I'm on the stage, I feel like I belong. Of course, some jerks started to take advantage of this, trying to get me to do...stupid things," I answered.

"Like what?" Ronnie sounded interested.

"Like...strip teasing. They wanted me to strip tease," I bluntly answered. "This guy offered me three hundred bucks to do it at one of my school concerts. I didn't take the money, I didn't do what he wanted, and I got shoved in a locker as a result."

Ronnie nearly choked on his steak when I said that. "That...that's crazy…" He breathed.

"No one heard from me until the end of the day at school after that," I added. "I was so hungry…"

"Anything else these jerkoffs tried to make you do?" Ronnie asked.

"Let's just say a lot of it would've gotten me in trouble," I kept it brief. "But I never did any of it, so I kept clean on my rise to stardom. I never let it get me down, or let me stop doing what I loved."

"Well Desmond, out of everyone I've had an interview with, I think you're the most goody two-shoes celebrity I've ever met," Ronnie concluded. "Not that it's a bad thing…"

"You sure make it sound like it though," I pointed out. "Wanted an interesting story? Melissa would probably give you a better one with her books."

"I was gonna go talk to her next actually," Ronnie said, finishing his dinner. "I'll leave you to it, Desmond." With that, he took his things and left. Before he did I had one question for him.

"Hey Ronnie! Where'd you and Melissa get those notebooks?"

Ronnie stopped as he called back, "They're in our desks!"

Thanks for the tip, Ronnie. I went back for seconds and by the time I was done, a familiar voice came over the intercom.

"Attention students, it is now 10 pm, so nighttime has begun. Sleep tight, and don't let the bedbugs bite," Monokuma's voice rang out.

Rubbing my belly, I remembered I needed to talk with David, so I went to the Dorms and rang his doorbell. He came to the door a moment later.

"Desmond. What do you want?" He asked.

"Hey, I wanted to talk with you about something that happened earlier today," I answered. "Can I come in?"

"By all means," David agreed. When I went inside, his room was the same as mine, so I assume all the guy's rooms are the same. David was already in his pajamas when I visited him, and he quickly shut the door after I entered. We both sat down on the bed.

"So, Felicity came to me earlier today and told me something about you," I opened up with that.

"...And just what did she tell you?" David asked after hesitating for a moment.

"Well, she asked how much I trusted you, and said how you were dismissive about your title," I explained, telling him the exact conversation from what I remembered.

"You know something Desmond, I've been waiting for someone I could trust, and out of everyone here, I think you're the most trustworthy," David began. "First of all, that amnesia thing about my title? It was a little lie I had to cook up."

"Really? Then...what's your real title?" I wondered.

"My real title...is the Ultimate Medical Examiner," David replied. "I trust you know why I had to keep you all in the dark."

"Uh...because that would really help us?" I guessed.

"Correct," David stated. "If any potential killers got it in their mind to go after someone, I would be targeted due to how useful my title is in any sort of situation that Monokuma is hoping for."

"Oh yeah, that's right," I realized. "But wait, how did you get your title?"

"That's because I'm a member of the Indianapolis Metropolitan Police Department," David continued with his answers. "My father is the chief of police."

I was metaphorically floored by this revelation. "Your father is the chief of police!?" I paused, thinking someone heard us. "Uh...sorry…"

"Don't be," David reassured. "The walls are soundproof. Found that out earlier with Robert, Olivia, and Felicity."

"Oh...that's good," I sighed with relief.

"I did get accepted into this academy like the rest of you," David continued. "However, due to my responsibilities as assistant coroner in the IMPD due to age, I opted to take online courses. Then one day I was contacted by an unknown individual who claimed to have my father and several high ranking members hostage. Either I come here quietly or they all die."

"And you...decided to come here," I frowned.

David said nothing, slowly removing his pajama top to reveal something on his left arm. It was faint, but on his left bicep there was a scar. "I took a bullet for my father when I went with him on a homicide investigation two years ago." Putting his pajama top back on, he added, "In this line of work, you have to put others before yourself. And mark my words when I say this...I will get my father back from this person, no matter what it takes."

"Wow…" I was really impressed. "This just makes me trust you more, David."

"And even if you were to try and kill me, I have this very long and intricate plan to make sure I implicate you as the murderer by leaving behind a carefully detailed account of your actions if I suspected you to try and do foul play, wound you to leave evidence behind, and to further do that also scratch and claw as much as I can to force you to leave clues behind," David said, folding his arms.

"Yeah, but...couldn't I just prepare for this?" I asked.

"You do realize I could be bullshitting you, right?" David pointed out. "That, and I have a Plan B that I will not mention to you at al."

"Right…" That didn't cross my mind at all when I opened my mouth.

"Hey Desmond, you're honest to a fault, you know that?" David smiled. "Don't ever change that about you."

"Thanks," I smiled back. "So uh...before I go, can I use your bathroom real quick?" My foot was jiggling like crazy.

"Go for it," He agreed. "Don't slam the door on your way out. I'm going to get some sleep." David got under the covers and closed his eyes, leaving me to use his bathroom before leaving. Out of respect, I didn't slam his door shut, instead going to gently shut it instead.

With that, I went to my room and got changed into my pajamas, going to bed myself. I drifted off to sleep, David's words buzzing around in my mind like angry hornets. This mastermind was a pretty dastardly person if they hold family members hostage to force people to play. I hoped that my parents were safe and sound…

The next morning…

Day 3 of our new school life had come as soon as Day 2 left us, as I woke up bright and early at the sound of Monokuma's voice.

"Goooooooood morning, everyone! It's time for another spectacular day!" His voice rang out.

Getting dressed quickly, I went out to the Commons for breakfast. It seemed like most everyone had decided to sleep in today, with the only ones up being Chase, Olivia, David, and myself.

"Ah, good morning Clue!" Chase greeted.

"Do you soldiers refer to yourselves by last names?" I asked out of curiosity.

"Why yes, we do," Chase answered. "Sorry about that, force of habit."

"So is most everyone sleeping in this morning?" I wondered.

"Seems to be the case," David answered. "Least we get a head start."

"Yeah," I agreed, going to grab a plate of pancakes, which is what David had.

"I'm going to go for a bit of a run if anyone wants to join me," Olivia said.

"I'll go with you, Jones!" Chase adamantly agreed. Before we could stop them, Chase and Olivia were already off.

"Now that they're gone, what are you thinking?" David asked me once I got back with breakfast.

"Honestly, I don't know. Everyone seems to be getting along just fine," I said. "Brooke's a real sweetheart, Michael is a chill guy, Olivia is pretty wise...Street taught me a thing or two about fighting and Ronnie is…"

"Ronnie?" David finished.

"Kind of an ego case, yes," I agreed. "But he's okay, I guess."

"I will agree with you on the part of Olivia being wise, though," David agreed. "My debate with her was quite something else."

We had finished our breakfast quickly, and just as we were about to put our dishes away, we heard a loud and clear voice.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS!?"

I perked up immediately. "That sounded like...Olivia!" My hearing gave me the cool power to distinguish whose voice is whose. Pretty neat, I know. But enough about that. David and I ran to the auditorium doors, where Olivia stood outside in horror.

"What happened? And where's Chase?" David quickly questioned.

"He's inside, along with...with…" Olivia stammered. From the open auditorium doors, we saw Chase was inside...and something else on stage. From where I stood, and the fact the spotlights were on, what I saw bored itself in my mind, probably forever.

Laying facedown on the stage with the back of her head bloodied, was Felicity, She wasn't moving, so that could only mean one thing…

Felicity Blackwell, the Ultimate Dungeon Master...was gone.

I probably let out the loudest scream I ever had in my entire life. So loud in fact I felt light-headed.

Chapter 1: School of Hard Knocks (Daily Life) END

Survivors: 15/16

(And with that, the first body has hit the floor! Who killed Felicity Blackwell, and why would they do such a heinous thing? Find out, whenever I get Deadly Life up.

Also when it comes to FTEs - who would you guys like to see more of? Please let me know in the reviews. Bye for now!)