Hello everyone, and I am finally back with the next part of Chapter 3! Sorry it took a while to write this, aish, I had to actually redo this chapter 2.5k words in. I actually wrote the redo in the day, and so here we are! Haha, I can be crazy, huh? Anyways, I don't really have much to say, so let's get on with the story~

Prince PokePersona: "Aww, thanks so much! Haha, don't worry, I'm sure everyone will update their SYOCs in no time~ My ability to write is dying in return for their ability to think, oof. Yes, unless we want a bad ending, of course. Don't we all? Haha, good theory, I like it. Tasers are amazing weapons to use. Just kidding, don't use tasers. Yes, Watari and Akio are our protagonists- er, Akio for the Prologue and Chapter 1 only though. Kyatchi is amazing, we must stan him. He's a beautiful baby. The scrum debate is amazing~ Haha, not surprised. Thanks so much!"

TheRoseShadow21: "I know right? Shinji is such a cinnamon roll, he's so cute."

Meta King: "Beautiful review. It is quite lovely."

Lupus Overkill: "Short review, but it still looks like an essay to me! Watari always just wants to get right into things, that silly detective. Oh my, technically, that's it, haha. What motives can do to people, sad. That's sad, why can't we just have no trial and be done with things? That would make life easier for me too! Watari's a detective, weeeee, and yes, that would be interesting, haha. Non-stop debates, woo. Yes, they do not see each other as friends. Oof, that must hurt. But, anyways, yes, we must establish that. Oh my, yes, another debate. Oof, poor Tomoyo and Misaki, and then there's Masako who's just there. It's okay, we shall all laugh at Akio. Ouch, poor Misaki. Yes, exactly. We shall cry. Oh my."


CLASS TRIAL IN SESSION!

ALL RISE!


Watari looked over the group, eyeing everyone's expressions. Definite worry and nervousness. Hmph, not a surprise at all though. We're in a class trial. He rubbed his hands together and continued, speaking in his usual honeyed tone, "So, dearies, does anyone know who could've done it? You know, who could've taken ahold of the poor, poor taser?"

Yume shrugged. "I mean, we listed off my group, you, and Kyatchi, right?"

"True." The detective smirked, unfazed. "Though what Aki said is right- it could be anyone. We're not exactly sure if anyone spied on Kyatchi and Yume, or if they bothered enough to check the dumpster room."

Kyatchi sighed, scratching the back of his head. "Guess I should've just thrown the boxes into the incinerator, huh? Burn them all to shit."

"D-do not worry about it! U-uh, it's alright!" Shinjimae immediately jumped to Kyatchi's comfort. "Y-you wouldn't, erm, k-know that a m-murder would've occurred!"

The juggler shrugged, ignoring the animal whisperer's words of comfort. He simply turned to look at the group as a whole before speaking, saying in his usual critical tongue, "Other than that, so, what? Our suspects are Ayako, Decebel, or the third culprit… which could be anyone, haha."

"I doubt Ayako could've gotten the taser," Akio admitted, pursing his lips. "She wouldn't have known about the boxes, nor where the boxes would've been unless someone told her."

"Should I even trust you?" Kyatchi retorted, smirking as the actor's face flushed. Seeing this simply made the man laugh. "I'm just kidding, I trust you. Yeah, definitely."

Masako awkwardly held her hands together and rubbed them, murmuring softly, "T-that's not reassuring at all…"

"I guess our next topic of discussion would be about the taser." Tomoyo then eyed the detective, asking for his acknowledgment with a silent stare.

"Yeah, that's right." Watari smirked. He looked over to the group. "Is that fine with you all, cuties?"

"I-I'm fine with that!" Shinjimae bobbed his head. "I-I'm sure we can, erm, d-do this if we work hard e-enough!"

Misaki threw Watari a thumbs up, winking his way. "Whatever you say, Mr. Sherlock Holmes! Whatever you do, I'll follow."

Yume shrugged. "Yeah, sure, whatever." She yawned and stretched her arms out. "I don't really care what you guys do."


NONSTOP DEBATE

Truth Bullets: Misaki's Autopsy Report | Ayako's Left Hand | Suspicion About Kyatchi | Flower Petals

Akio: So… considering what we have been talking about, I'm assuming Ayako couldn't have been the one with the taser, right?

Misaki: But the taser's literally in her hand.

Watari: If it were me, I would assume either Decebel or the third culprit had gotten ahold of the taser. The question is, who and how?

Tomoyo: Given that there's only one taser present, and in Ayako's hand… I'm assuming it was planted there? It was definitely not Ayako who had it.

Masako: E-excuse me, but how are you so sure? Ayako could've, er, used the taser for self-defense.

Kyatchi: Does she even know how to use it properly? Probably not.

Yume: Wow, that's rude. No wonder why Ayako hated you.

Kyatchi: Pfft, hate is such a strong word. I prefer… hm, I don't know, a dislike boner?

Shinjimae: W-w-w-what?!

Watari: You have dirtied his ears, you slimebag.

Kyatchi: Oh, shit.

Tomoyo: … If the third culprit had the taser, then it could be anyone.

Misaki: Yeah, anyone could've known about Kyatchi and Yume's plan no matter what. I'm still really suspicious of Kyatchi and Yume.

Kyatchi: Okay, wow, rude.

Yume: Meh.

Akio: Surely not. Besides, there are plenty of other people we should suspect… ah, yes, including me, though I didn't do it.

Masako: E-excuse me, but that makes you sound suspicious.

Akio: Oh, true. Oops.

Yume: … We're not going to go anywhere at this rate.

-Truth Bullet Selected: List of Items-

Kyatchi: Boom! Gotcha, bitch!

BREAK!


Kyatchi smirked as he looked straight at Tomoyo, the screenwriter simply staring at him with worry on her face. He couldn't help but snicker as he began, first having cleared his throat. "Now, I know we're all excited and busy here, but I think we have forgotten to listen to Yume's words very carefully- oh, and I mean verrrrry carefully."

"I see. Please explain what you mean," Tomoyo slowly replied, speaking in a calm, yet bothered tone of voice.

"Haha, it's nothing important! Don't get your panties in a bunch!" Kyatchi easily mocked the woman. Noticing the slight disgust on her face, he found it in himself to continue, rubbing his hands together as he said, "I think we're all thinking very stupidly here- remember what Yume said? That she had a list of the items inside of the boxes?"

"What about them?" Yume asked, groaning. "Do you want me to show them again?"

"Nah, don't bother wasting your time." Kyatchi chuckled as Yume raised a brow his way. He simply tilted his head as he focused his attention back to Tomoyo. "If you don't remember, then here's the tea, sis: there were two tasers, not just one."

Tomoyo went silent. It took a moment before she finally spoke, nodding her head slowly. "... Right, I remember now. That is my bad then. I have forgotten about that."

"Yup, but everyone else did, don't worry." Kyatchi smirked, now focused on the entire group. "What I want to explain is simple: if it wasn't Ayako who had the taser, then yeah, shit it's Decebel and the third culprit… but not just one of them, but both of them. There's two tasers for a reason, and if they're working together it makes sense, right? One weapon for each teammate!"

"It…" Akio raised a brow. "I guess?"

Watari simply nodded his head. "I see. Though given this revelation, it is more likely that Decebel and the third culprit were working together, even if it was a strong possibility beforehand. It was a weak case to argue that Ayako could've used the taser for self-defense, especially in a water like setting."

"But most of us hated her." Misaki frowned. "She could've been worried that we were going to attack her, especially because she's helped murder people before."

"I'm aware of that." The detective sighed. "But, she wasn't protecting herself, given that she was alone and got killed anyways."

Masako's eyes widened. "W-Watari!"

"It sounds mean, but I'm just being blunt here." Watari smirked dryly. "What I want to say is that if Ayako truly was worried about her own safety, she wouldn't even be out in the first place, at least not without Aki or somebody she trusted."

"He's right." Akio crossed his arms. "I never even knew she was there until it was too late. From what I've known, I'm the only one who talks to her now."

"Exactly." Kyatchi nodded his head eagerly, happy to see he was right. "Then again, Misaki, I'm surprised you forgot about this fact. You were one of the people who knew about the boxes, right? Shouldn't you have remembered?"

Misaki frowned, the sudden accusation grinding on her nerves. "Shouldn't you say the same about Blaise?!"

"Oh, right." Akio awkwardly laughed, scratching his head. "I was busy thinking, sorry."

"Then again, there was a lot wrong about your autopsy report anyways, so that doesn't really matter." Kyatchi smirked at Misaki, amused at her discretion. "11:30? Ayako dying last? Doesn't make sense!"

"Of course her dying last makes sense!" Misaki gritted her teeth, hands clenched into fists. "You just refuse to believe it!"

Tomoyo gulped, biting into her lip. She wasn't sure why Misaki was being targeted by Kyatchi- although she had an idea- and she wanted nothing more than to stop this.

Well, she wanted to stop this, but she couldn't help but find an answer to why Ayako dying wouldn't make sense. It was quite obvious, really.


THINKING TIME

Question: Why would it not make sense for Ayako to have died last?

[A. Because of how she died.]

B. Decebel is too strong to have died first.

C. She's not dead yet.

D. There's no evidence to suggest she died first.

Tomoyo: Here's the answer!

BREAK!


Tomoyo had to do this, quickly raising her voice and crying out, "I'm sorry, but I think it's obvious why she died first! How she died makes it obvious."

And she knew that look of betrayal would hurt, especially when Misaki asked in a low, shaky voice, "But I already said neck injuries couldn't lead to instantaneous deaths all the time!"

"S-she does have a point," Masako spoke, quietly. "I-I remember her mentioning how neck injuries work…"

"Exactly!" Misaki groaned. "I already explained this! Ayako's neck could've been snapped, sure, but that doesn't mean she would've died instantly!"

Tomoyo's expression soured. "But, I mean, her dying first makes much more sense."

"How about we all calm down and talk about this together?" Akio immediately jumped to neutrality, eyeing the group of women with a calm smile. "Let's just talk about it and see what happens, alright?"

"That works." Yume sighed, scratching her head. "I just don't really care, honestly."

"Yeah… sure." Tomoyo hesitated, but nodded her head slowly, forcing a small smile on her lips. "I think that's fine."

Misaki was more than bemused, her eyebrows furrowed. "I think it's already obvious I'm right though. I have no reason to believe otherwise."

Akio's eyes widened at this. Shock was apparent on his symmetrical features. "M-Misaki? Just calm down, would you?"

"S-she does have a right to be angry though." Masako shyly smiled at the group, then turning to Tomoyo and throwing her a saddened stare. "P-please, you don't truly suspect Misaki, right? She's our friend."

Tomoyo gulped. She couldn't help but tap her fingers against her sides, sweat trickling down from her forehead. "I'm just trying to think of all the possibilities here. I don't want to negate everything, Masako."

"I-I see." Masako's words were kind, but her expression told Tomoyo a different story otherwise. "I-I do truly believe that Misaki is innocent though."

Tomoyo couldn't help but avert her gaze. She usually wouldn't, but she couldn't help it. "... Because she's your friend, right?"

Masako's head perked up at this. She stared at Tomoyo for a moment before smiling, nodding her head. "O-of course, you are a friend to me too… B-but, I'm sorry, I want to prove you wrong. I-I think Misaki's right! We should listen to her!"

Tomoyo held her breath. She couldn't back down now. She just couldn't afford to do such a thing. Not here, not ever.


REBUTTAL SHOWDOWN

Truth Blades: Case File #003 | Akio's Conversations | Suspicion About Kyatchi | Locker Rooms

Masako: I-I think Misaki's right!

==SLASH!==

Masako: S-she's right about neck injuries.

==SLASH!==

Masako: H-having a fatal neck injury doesn't mean you'd die instantaneously.

==SLASH!==

Masako: It's contrary to what you'd see in horror movies, or contrary to popular belief!

==SLASH!==

Masako: W-we can't just be certain that her injury was the one that killed her!

==SLASH!==

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ADVANCE!

Tomoyo: Even if you want to believe in Misaki, that doesn't mean we should trust her completely.

Tomoyo: Besides, there's no evidence that points to Ayako dying a slow death from that injury!

.

Masako: Y-you just can't say that!

==SLASH!==

Masako: I-I'm sure there are plenty of evidence out there on how Ayako's neck injury could've been slow-inducing!

==SLASH!==

Masako: I don't think there's much evidence pointing against her neck injury being instant either!

==SLASH!==

Masako: W-we should just trust in what Misaki said for now!

==SLASH!==

Masako: W-we're not getting anywhere by pinning everything on her, and ignoring everything she's been saying!

==SLASH!==

Masako: M-Misaki had trusted us ever since we've been here!

==SLASH!==

Masako: I-I know it sounds harsh, but you shouldn't just throw her off like that!

==SLASH!==

Masako: A-as long as you don't provide evidence, then I see no reason why we shouldn't believe Misaki!

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-Truth Blade Selected: Case File #003-

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Tomoyo: This should be enough evidence to prove you wrong then!

==SLASH!==

BREAK!


Tomoyo was breathing deeply, out of breath. She hated this, she truly did, but she had no choice- she had to do this. "The wording of Ayako's case file. That… that should be enough evidence to tell you why… yeah, why she's wrong."

Misaki was silent, staring at Masako who was completely thrown off guard, shocked. It took seconds before the survivalist readjusted her composure, forcing herself to calm down as she mumbled, "W-why? Why would that tell you anything?"

The screenwriter's expression hardened. "Misaki believed that Ayako had been electrocuted first, then had her neck injury, right?"

Misaki eyed the woman for a moment. It was obvious she was pondering, thinking about something. "... Yeah, right."

"Then, the wording on the case file should've told you otherwise." Tomoyo crossed her arms, fingers tapping to her sleeves. "The case file said that Ayako suffered from a fatal injury to the neck, then also having been electrocuted. I haven't noticed this beforehand, but I think this tells us what happened first."

Masako was baffled, unsure of what to say. "U-uh…"

"Right!" Watari snapped his fingers together. He whipped his head to Tomoyo and threw her a wink, speaking in his usual teasing tone, "Moe's right. Given what the case file said, I think it should've been obvious that Ayako died from the neck injury! Her electrocution is treated as nothing more than a simple pastime, after all."

"W-what?" Masako blinked. "I-I mean, excuse me, but just from that?"

Yume stared at the case file she opened up. She read through it for a moment before sighing, scratching her head. "It does sound like it, yeah."

"Pfft, yeah, especially in comparison to Decebel's- er, nevermind. They actually didn't suffer a neck injury." Kyatchi then smirked. "And not a fatal neck injury at that point."

Shinjimae felt Saki nuzzling herself against his leg, and he simply pursed his lips. He was silent for a moment as he read through the file a couple of times, humming to himself before shyly asking, "I-if we're, erm, d-discussing about the wording, t-then I, uh, do believe it is suspicious."

Masako couldn't do anything, silent as she shook her head in complete disbelief. "B-but Tomoyo… F-from that alone?"

Tomoyo bit harshly into her lips, almost causing them to bleed. "Yeah."

"Ugh, forget it." Misaki quickly shook her head, waving Masako off. She threw the survivalist a small smile before frowning again, attention turned back to the Ultimates. "It's all because of the autopsy report, right? You can't just expect me to be a master at rigor mortis."

"Uh, right." Kyatchi dryly shrugged his shoulders. "Says the one who wants to steal some DNA samples from people."

Misaki's eyes widened. "Hey! How dare you-!"

"Let's just all calm down then!" Akio quickly yelled out loud, clapping his hands for extra measure. He forcibly shut everyone's words down, then sighed and smiled widely at the group. "Misaki's autopsy report is inaccurate, but we shouldn't completely fault her for it."

Kyatchi groaned, rolling his eyes. "Yeah, right. I think we should fault her." He smirked once Akio threw him a look of complete disbelief. "What? I think we should. She's really suspicious, y'know?"

"Then I'll just prove my innocence." Misaki crossed her arms, glaring at the juggler. "Fine, then how about this: if they didn't die around 11:30, like I said, then what time do you propose?"

"U-uh…" Shinjimae was eyeing the others worryingly. "W-what's the answer to that…?"

Yume snorted. "Like I know?"

Watari simply smirked, rubbing his hands together. "Well, there's only one way to find out, my dearies- we need to talk about it, shall we?"

"Right…" Akio slowly nodded his head. "Yeah, let's do that."


NONSTOP DEBATE

Truth Bullets: Case File #004 | Motive | Chlorine | Locker Rooms

Misaki: So, like I said, if it wasn't at 11:30, then what specific time?

Masako: I-I would think 11:30 makes sense though…

Yume: No. No it doesn't.

Kyatchi: Hmph, well, I think the answer's obvious: before 11:30!

Tomoyo:

Akio:

Kyatchi: Well, shit. At least I know you guys don't think it's after 11:30 then!

Watari: Anyways, dearies, has anyone seen Ayako or Decebel before 11:30? Of course, after dinner, since we've seen them during dinner, I would assume.

Akio: Ah, I have texted them around eleven since I was worried, but they haven't messaged me back.

Tomoyo: Oh, really? They haven't messaged you back though, so it must've been before eleven.

Misaki: But how are you guys so sure of that? It's not like they can just refuse to answer your messages, Blaise.

Akio: Hm… that is a possibility, true.

Kyatchi: Well, you agreed with her easily. Ignorant child.

Akio: Um, excuse me, but aren't we the same age?

Tomoyo: … Ignoring them, I think it is very plausible that the murder happened before eleven. I'm just unsure when exactly.

Shinjimae: Erm, n-no one has seen t-them personally? A-after dinner, o-or at least, uh, saw them?

Yume: No, unfortunately.

Akio: Then, is there any specific piece of evidence that can link to what time either Ayako, Decebel, or the third party arrived to the crime scene?

Shinjimae: I-I don't, erm, have anything…

Misaki: Not surprised, really. Rigor mortis does tell me that it's at 11:30 though.

Masako: M-maybe we should go back to what Misaki mentioned in her autopsy report? It does seem t-the most useful piece of evidence so far.

Tomoyo: I… I mean…

Misaki: Tomoyo, please.

Tomoyo: I… I can't though.

Misaki: Tomoyo…

Masako: P-please, let's just go back to what Misaki said. I-I'm sure we'll think of something if we listen to her!

Akio: Well…

-Truth Bullet Selected: Locker Rooms-

Watari: Here, I'll show you!

BREAK!


Watari slammed his fists down and smirked eagerly at the group, his blood red eyes almost shining a dangerous hue. Confidence was radiating from his entire body. "I know when they died, or, at the very least, when Ayako came into the building."

Misaki's eyes widened. Her entire expression was that of complete and utter shock. "Ari, what're you talking about?"

The detective winked. "Have you heard about the recent little rule Monokuma made for the building? Or, more importantly, the locker rooms?"

"What?" Kyatchi was baffled. "Well, shit, no one told me about this."

"I doubt he told anyone," Akio replied, eyebrows raised in complete disbelief. "I haven't heard about this either."

"Ah, of course!" Monokuma clapped his paws together, laughing in the meanwhile. "Oops! I haven't told you guys that much! Only told like the few people who stayed up late to relax in that building since, er, yesterday? Don't remember- ah, whatever! Just explain it, Watari!"

"Haha, sure." The detective forced himself to not roll his eyes. He cleared his throat, and began with a simple, "So, to explain what I mean, Monokuma told me that while the building usually closes around nighttime, he decided to keep the building open till ten because of how many people use the building. This would mean, however, that the locker rooms are open till ten. Although I have checked and the locker rooms were closed, I assumed Monokuma simply forgot in the time of investigation."

"Yeah, I did, whoops!" Monokuma laughed, as if uncaring. He even threw Watari a smirk, amused at Watari's half-truth- only he and Monokuma knew, after all. "Sorry about that! I knew Watari was going to mention it though. If not, I would've told you all before the trial."

"Well, you didn't." Yume raised a brow. "You lied."

"That's because I knew Watari would bring it up!" Monokuma growled. "Don't accuse me of something I didn't do! Geez, you're so rude!"

"Uh…" Akio slowly forced everyone's attention back to the trial. "Anyways, so how is this important to the trial, Watari?"

"Oh, I know." Tomoyo nodded her head, looking confident in herself. She looked over to Watari, then to the group. "It has to do with the fact that Ayako had her swimsuit on, right?"

"Exactly!" Watari smiled widely. She smiled back in response, and he couldn't help but become slightly flustered as he quickly shook his embarrassment away. "Ahem. Well, Tomoyo is right. Ayako was wearing her swimsuit. So, the murder definitely had to happen around the time Ayako can grab her swimsuit, before ten."

"W-wait a second, please." Masako gulped, holding her breath. "H-how does that tell us when Ayako or Decebel died though?"

"Isn't that obvious?" The detective chuckled, more amused than before. "Wouldn't Decebel and the third party wants to know where Ayako is? Why would they not follow her to the building?"

Masako went silent, at a complete loss. "B-but… For it to be before 11:30… There's not that much proof."

"Exactly!" Misaki gritted into her teeth. "Besides, how are you so sure the swimsuit didn't just come from the laundry or something?"

"What?"

The surgeon bit into her lips. "Isn't it obvious? Ayako could've wanted to bring her swimsuit to clean in the laundry room. Didn't you guys want to do that?"

"Okay, no, but I think that's not possible." Akio raised his hand up. "I think Monokuma mentioned this before too, so I doubt anyone would really bother to bring their swimsuit to the laundry room."

"What?" Misaki was confused, eyebrows raised. "What do you mean?"


THINKING TIME

Question: Why would it be nearly impossible for Ayako to have done what Misaki proposed?

A. Because Ayako rarely cleans her clothes.

[B. Because Monokuma would've cleaned them anyways.]

C. Because Monokuma does not allow it.

D. Because Ayako usually forces Decebel to clean her stuff anyways.

Akio: I got it!

BREAK!


Akio pointed to Monokuma. "Well, him again. We should've known that Monokuma would've cleaned the swimsuits regardless. If you haven't heard, well, now you know!" He smiled brightly, showing his pearly white teeth. "Since Ayako and I usually swim a lot, we already knew that Monokuma would've cleaned or give us more sets of our swimsuits anyways. I really doubt Ayako would've done what you suggested."

Misaki quickly shook her head. "You're probably just saying that because of Ayako, huh?"

"No, or else I would say so otherwise." The actor crossed his arms. "I want to find the truth as much as you guys do."

Kyatchi awkwardly laughed. "Yeah, I think we already knew that, you crazy little shit."

"Uh, anyways…" Tomoyo awkwardly cupped her hands together and rubbed them. "Let's listen to Blaise. I trust what he says, especially if Monokuma isn't denying it."

"Hah, why would I deny it?" The bear mused from his throne. He was sipping into his drink of martini. "I like making sure you guys are clean and healthy. Sure, I make you guys clean your own set of clothing, but it's not like I can afford buying you so many swimsuits and just not clean them."

Shinjimae nodded his head slowly, almost in sync with Saki who was bobbing her head as well. "U-uh, I see. T-that's kind of you…?"

"Yeah, I know right?" Monokuma smiled. "I'm the best."

"B-but still!" Misaki quickly shook her head and slammed her fists. "There's still no proof that she died like immediately after wearing the swimsuit! Like, what, did she die at exactly ten? Nine? What time?!"

"She does have a point," Yume murmured, stretching her arms out. "We're not exactly sure about the time still."

"I'm sure there's a reason for it," Akio said, clapping his hands together. "We just need to think about what it is."

Misaki shook her head. "There's no reason. Look, I don't think we can figure out when Ayako and Decebel died. It's crazy if you're thinking about it, unless you're listening to me, of course."

Tomoyo raised a hand. "Hm… well, if Ayako was wearing her swimsuit, maybe she wanted to go swimming?"

Masako raised a brow, baffled. "E-excuse me, but is there even evidence of that?"

Shinjimae's eyes widened. "O-oh! I have some!"


PRESENT THE EVIDENCE

-Truth Bullet Selected: Chlorine-

Shinjimae: Here!

BREAK!


Shinjimae smiled confidently as he showed the truth bullet to everyone. "S-Saki said she said c-chlorine i-in the hot springs! Erm, I-I was confused about it at first, b-but, uh, I-I think it's because of A-Ayako's swimsuit!"

Kyatchi shrugged mockingly. "Yeah, besides, Decebel wasn't wearing a swimsuit either, unless they like to soak themselves or swim naked?"

"W-what?!" The animal whisperer's face went red. "Erm… Uh, b-besides, K-Kyatchi's right. I-I doubt Decebel swam in the, uh, p-pool."

"Mhm, and given what Monokuma said from Aki's account, everything's holding up well." Watari smirked. "Ayako came to the building before ten, and Decebel and the third culprit followed. They either came when she went to the hot springs, or they stalked her like some perverts."

"W-wait a second." Masako gulped. "B-but if Ayako went swimming, why couldn't the killers just kill her right there?"

"It's too much of a risk." Yume yawned. "The swimming pool's big, and the hot springs aren't. Besides, even if Monokuma takes care of both places, the hot springs makes it easier for Misaki to make her autopsy report."

Misaki jumped. "Y-you're still accusing me?!"

"I think we have been accusing you," Kyatchi answered, retorting at the woman. "You just noticed?"

"I-I'd never kill them though!" Misaki cried out, shaking her head. "You guys are crazy for accusing me!"

"Hey, calm down for a second there." Akio awkwardly laughed. "How about we calm down and try to finish this trial up?"

"You accuse me too though!" The surgeon claimed, pointing at the actor. "I'm telling you guys! I'm not the killer!"

"Hmm, not so sure about that, Ms. Autopsy Reporter." Kyatchi smirked, crossing his arms. "Can you even prove your innocence?"

"O-of course I can!" Misaki immediately turned to Masako. "We were with each other the entire time after dinner, right?"

Masako's eyes widened. She couldn't help but gulp, then quickly nodding her head. "Y-yeah, she's right!"

Akio bit into his lips, shaking his head. "Misaki, please, you're forcing her to speak for you. I think it's obvious you're lying."

"Of course I'm not!" Misaki threw the group a wide smile. "I'd never lie. Besides, we should focus on solving the entire case, huh?"

"The fuck's wrong with you?" Kyatchi eyed the surgeon strangely, but seeing no answer, he simply shrugged to himself and sighed. "Well then, I guess we should do that. What have we not discuss yet?"

Misaki raised her hand. "How about the flower petals? Isn't that pretty telling that Decebel did it?"

Yume frowned. "But, what Monokuma said-"

"He might be lying to us." The surgeon instantly cut the nihilist down. "Who knows? Monokuma might do that to trick us, remember?"

Masako was unable to do anything, only nodding her head in agreement. "Y-yeah, that's right! S-she has a point."

Shinjimae gulped. "I-I mean…"

"Misaki, please." Tomoyo threw the surgeon a shy look, sweat trickling down from her forehead. Droplets were already on her cheeks, falling to her chin. "Let's not try to interrupt anyone. Everyone's inputs are important here."

Misaki threw Tomoyo a look, but it wasn't that of betrayal now- now, it was that out of sheer want of ignorance and isolation. She simply eyed Tomoyo for a moment before turning to the group, smiling. "Let's talk about the flower petals then, shall we?"

"Yeah." Yume slowly nodded her head. "Sure, I don't care."

Watari frowned, thinking to himself. He noticed the complete look of melancholy on Tomoyo's face. He felt bad for her, surely, but he was more focused on this case itself. Misaki was asking a question, and he knew there had to be an answer.

He just had to think. He had to think in order to find an answer.


PSYCHE TAXI

Question 1: Is there any purpose to the flower petals?

A. There is no purpose.

[B. There is a purpose.]

C. I'm not sure.

GOT IT!

Question 2: What would the purpose be then?

A. To instigate fear into the victim.

[B. To follow through on something.]

C. To throw off the Ultimates.

GOT IT!

Question 3: Is there anything similar that has been done in the past?

[A. Yes, in both cases.]

B. Yes, in one case.

C. No, not at all.

GOT IT!

Watari: It was obvious!

BREAK!


Watari snapped his fingers, breaking the conversation that had been brought by Misaki and the others. It echoed into the air as everyone's heads turned to him, eyes staring down upon him. He looked over at them, then smirked, his confidence never ending. "I know why there were flower petals. It's quite obvious, really."

"What?" Misaki frowned, squinting her eyes. "Why, Ari? Why is it obvious?"

"Let's compare this case to the previous two cases." Watari threw his hands out, condescending. "What does each case have in common?"

"E-each case?" Shinjimae blinked, eyeing the detective. It only took a few seconds before his expression saddened. "H-Hitomu…"

"Oh." Watari's heart dropped. "Sorry about that, Shinji."

"N-no, I'm fine!" Shinjimae immediately forced himself to smile at Watari. "I-I'm here to, erm, t-try my best, after all. Y-you want t-to compare A-Ayako and Decebel's deaths to, erm, W-Wakana and Hitomu's?"

The detective nodded his head slowly, examining Shinjimae's expression in the meantime. "Yes, exactly."

Tomoyo frowned, lips pursed. "Well… for one, they're both quite gruesome in their own right."

"No shit, Sherlock." Kyatchi smirked. "Wakana literally had a flower stabbed into her, Hitomu's been nailed to the cross as if he was fucking Cat Jesus, and… oh. Oh."

"Huh?" Akio whipped his head to the juggler. "What did you find?"

"I see now." The juggler frowned, looking over to Watari. "The answer you're looking for are symbolic deaths, aren't you?"

Watari whistled. "Yup, you got that right!" He then calmed down and frowned. "He's exactly right. They're gruesome, surely, but more than that how they died was similar to how a serial killer would murder them, correct?"

"Y-yeah." Masako nodded her head slowly. "I-it's as if one person was killing them…"

Misaki quickly threw her hands up. "Nope, I am not the one who did those. It wasn't me." She then raised a brow. "Wait, but Ayako and Decebel didn't die like that."

"But the flower petals are quite symbolic of Decebel, aren't they?" Watari chuckled. "Besides, they love to hang out in the garden quite often, right?"

The surgeon bit into her lips. "T-then what about Ayako? There's nothing relating to her at all!"

Tomoyo shook her head, breathing shakily. "It was most likely an accident. Most likely, I think there was something planned for her, but she was killed before that could happen."

"T-Tomoyo?" Masako's voice fell short, short to a meek whisper. "W-what are you saying?"

The screenwriter closed her eyes. A moment passed before a deep breath escaped her lips. It was a shaky breath, yet her expression told Masako otherwise. "I think I know how it happened. How Decebel and Ayako died."

"What?" Misaki blinked. "Please, are you telling me you really think of me as the killer?"

Tomoyo went silent again.

The surgeon shook her head, her own breaths becoming shaky. "My god, Tomoyo, you're being serious with me. You know this isn't funny." She bit into her lips. "You're joking, right? That I would do something like that?"

Kyatchi snorted. "I mean, it makes sense for a surgeon, right?"

If Kyatchi was near someone, he'd definitely get slapped. Watari knew Kyatchi was thankful he had Wakana and Kiyoko besides him instead.

"I…" Tomoyo held her breath. Her heart was throbbing, pained. "I don't want to think you're the killer. Seriously, I don't, but I desire the truth over everything, and that includes accusing you of being the one guilty!"

Misaki's face immediately went pale upon this, her ponytail almost swaying to her movement. She stared at Tomoyo blankly for a moment, then laughed, shaking her head. "But I'm not guilty! Are you crazy? You know I can't be the one who did it! It's all because of the autopsy report, right? It was a mistake! Can't people make mistakes?"

Masako was afraid. She was staring between Tomoyo and Misaki, unsure of what to do. She shook her head, almost in tears as she tightened her fists. "I-I'm sure Misaki has an explanation for all of this, Tomoyo! Please, j-just let her speak!"

"She already had her chances!" Tomoyo cried, gritting her teeth. "I know it hurts to hear it, but I'm confident: Misaki's the killer!"

Masako immediately shook her head. "N-no! That's wrong!"

"Yeah, of course that's wrong!" Misaki growled. "I would never kill Ayako or Decebel! Doing such a thing is just… it's just crazy! What reason would I have for killing them anyways?"

"You had reason to kill Ayako!" Tomoyo immediately pointed her finger, straight at the surgeon. "She was your target, and that's why you targeted her!"

"No! She's not my target!" The surgeon slammed her fists down. "You're being dumb right now! Stop spewing such nonsense!"

The screenwriter shook her head. "You wanted Decebel to help you kill Ayako, right? They would've listened to you because they wanted you to leave freely!"

"No, that's wrong!" Misaki shook her head continuously. "That's wrong and you know it!"

Tomoyo was breathless, panting and heart aching. She hated seeing Misaki like this. She wanted to avoid seeing this as much as possible, yet she knew she had no choice. She had to find and pursue the truth, and this was it- this was the truth.

She had to do this, all to save herself and the others.


ARGUMENT ARMAMENT

Misaki: I can't believe you would accuse me like this!

|BREAK!|

Misaki: You can't just turn on me like that!

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Misaki: I would never kill them, especially in such a gruesome fashion!

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Misaki: Are you just accusing me because I'm a surgeon? Is that it?!

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Misaki: It's stupid for you to accuse me!

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Misaki: I'm innocent! I swear on it!

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Misaki: B-besides, how are you all so sure it's me and not someone else?!

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Misaki: What would I know about Kyatchi and Yume's plan?!

|BREAK!|

Misaki: I know nothing about tasers, anything!

|BREAK!|

Misaki: What, just because I searched the warehouse with Blaise and Yume?!

|BREAK!|

Misaki: You already know that's not right!

FINAL BLOW

Misaki: Decebel and I wouldn't even have known about the boxes' location anyways! So I'm innocent, especially if Decebel doesn't know about the tasers themselves!

DECEBEL | ALWAYS | CLEANS AROUND | THE SCHOOL

Tomoyo: I'm sorry, but this is the answer!

Answer: Decebel always cleans around the school.

Misaki: W-what? That can't be!

BREAK!


"You're wrong, and you know it!" Tomoyo screamed, forcing herself to be as assertive as possible. She was entirely red from embarrassment and fear, her head spinning. "This might seem small, but it's really important! Decebel always clean around the school, so if Kyatchi and Yume placed the boxes in the dumpster room, they would've definitely seen it! They don't discriminate against where and what to clean!"

"W-what? There's no way…" Misaki shook her head, completely baffled and denying everything thrown at her. "T-there's no way! Besides, wouldn't they just put those boxes back in the warehouse?!"

"No, they wouldn't. They would've known something was to be done with them, and considering the weapons were in the dumpster room… they would've either assumed that, or they were looking for the weapons because you couldn't find them yourself!" Tomoyo gritted her teeth. "Just give up already, please. We already know you're the killer."

"N-no!" Misaki violently shook her head. "I'm not the one who killed them! It wasn't me!"

Masako immediately jumped from her seat, running over to Misaki. She grabbed ahold of her shoulders and turned to Tomoyo, eyebrows completely furrowed and nose wrinkled. "C-can you please stop it already? You're going too far!"

"W-what?" Tomoyo was taken aback, shocked. "Masako, you already know it yourself! Misaki's guilty-"

"She's not!" Masako was shaking, trembling. "S-she's not, and I-I know it!"

"Why?" Tomoyo's voice fell. "Why do you think that? Why are you saying that?"

The survivalist gritted her teeth. She couldn't take it any longer, screaming, "B-because I know it! She's my friend, and friends trust each other!"

Tomoyo completely broke down, unable to hold her composure any longer. Those words were daggers to her heart, and her heart had completely been stabbed into oblivion. It made her legs shake, and she would then fall, sobbing loudly.

Watari had been silent the entire time, eyeing Tomoyo. He honestly couldn't find it in himself to sympathize, but he did feel bad, somehow, some way. His heart throbbed for some reason, and he couldn't help but worry. "Moe, you look like a mess," he began, finding himself unintentionally teasing her. "It's easy to make her confess, you just have to-"

"Watari, please, shut it."

Watari's face fell, and he immediately went silent. He instantly regretted even trying, only turning to eye Yume who threw him a glare.

"I think she can handle herself," the nihilist spoke, softly. She had her arms crossed, eyes averted to the side. "It's… it's not our place to intervene."

And Watari would stay silent, not understanding what Yume meant, but listening to her regardless.

It took minutes for Tomoyo to stand back up, wiping the tears off of her eyes. She was sniffling, a mess, but she forced herself back to her seat and to point at Misaki- the surgeon who was being defended by Masako. It pained her, but her finger pointed straight nonetheless. "I-I'm sorry, but you're the killer. Please, just admit it already."

Misaki shook her head, crying into Masako's back. "B-but I'm not the killer! Y-you have to believe me!"

Tomoyo held her breath. The surgeon was stubborn, and Tomoyo knew she was not going to confess. "I-if you're not going to confess, then I'll explain to everyone what happened."

"I didn't do it!" Misaki sobbed. Her arms around Masako tightened. "I-it wasn't me!"

Tomoyo averted her gaze, forcing herself to harden her expression. "... I'll explain what happened, and hopefully that'll make you confess."

Everyone was silent. Only tears and sobbing were to be heard.


CLOSING ARGUMENT

… The motive was that if you killed your target under a certain time limit, you would get to escape without a class trial. It was definitely something tempting, but we all thought it wouldn't get to us… it wouldn't, except for the killer.

The killer was tempted by this motive. Besides, it wasn't like their target was somebody like Decebel. In fact, it was the contrary: Ayako Aoki, the Ultimate Lolita Fashion Model. She was somebody widely disliked by us all, and it would make her think: why not kill her? It's not like anyone would miss her.

This settled in the killer's mind, and thus they began to work. They, first of all, asked Decebel. Since Decebel was someone who was kind enough to do anything asked of them, they easily agreed to the killer. The killer was not worried Decebel would tattletale to the others- after all, Decebel was loyal, something common for a butler, especially of the Ultimate Butler.

While the killer and Decebel was setting up a plan to murder Ayako, Kyatchi and Yume had plans of their own. Yume most likely told Kyatchi about the weapons inside of the warehouse, and, worried about our safety and the idea that a murder can occur, he asked Yume for help to transfer the boxes to the dumpster room. They would hide the boxes there, and Yume counted the weapons they had in the boxes. They would leave, and nobody would be able to find them…

… Well, nobody would've found them if it weren't for the killer and Decebel. The killer most likely wanted to use the weapons inside of the boxes, but found them missing when they went to the warehouse. They would've then looked for it, and, with the help of Decebel, they would find them inside of the dumpster room. This easily solved their problem, and now they had to choose their weapons.

Well, I don't think it would take that long before they decided. They knew that Ayako was most likely going to the swimming pool and hot springs. Whether by eavesdropping, tailing Ayako for a while, or educated guessing from how Ayako and Blaise always interacted, they decided to use the tasers. Decebel would use one, and the killer would use one. Why is this? Most likely precaution, but it would prove its use in the end…

And so, the plan was set in motion. It was most likely after dinner that everything was in motion. Decebel had to clean the dishes, of course, so that was most likely why Ayako was able to take a swim in the pool beforehand. Other than that, the killer most likely tailed Ayako during the entire sequence, then texting Decebel or talking to them about where she was. They would then go to the building, and then wait as Ayako moved out from the pool and to the hot springs. Now, their plan was set.

When Ayako was in the hot springs, everything went loose. Decebel was ordered to restrain her, most likely, so that the killer could have the last stab. However, the unprecedented happen- during the shuffle between Ayako and Decebel, Decebel accidentally snapped her neck, instantly killing her. This definitely ruined the killer's plan, and most likely enraged the killer.

Of course, Decebel would profusely apologize, but the killer most likely told them that the plan was still set in motion. Decebel would've been confused, of course, but would follow through with the plan, deciding to obey the killer and place the taser over Ayako's left hand, wrapping it to make it so that she had planned a murder or wanted to defend herself.

Poor Decebel was not aware of what was happening- that the killer was orchestrating a murder with Decebel involved in it. Before Decebel could even understand what was going on, the killer used their own taser to electrocute both Decebel and Ayako, instantly burning and frying their bodies. It was an instant death for Decebel, and an extra injury to Ayako's corpse. They were now dead, and the killer…

… the killer, for some reason, wanted to make the deaths symbolic to the first and second case. Although to them, Ayako's murder was too hard to come up with something symbolic for, they were able to whip up something for Decebel- the use of flower petals. They had most likely gone out to the garden to pick up some flower petals, simply to spite and copy the other cases. Why? I'm still unsure of this myself… We are all, honestly.

Nonetheless, the killer… the killer is definitely you, the one who tried to mislead us: Misaki Ueda, Ultimate Surgeon!

BREAK!


"N-no!" Misaki immediately shook her head, crying into Masako. "T-that can't be! That's wrong! Y-you're wrong!"

"No, it's true!" Tomoyo's voice was strained. "You know it's true, and it makes sense! There's no one it could be the murderer except for you!"

"That's wrong!" The surgeon was sobbing, a complete and utter mess. She was curled into a ball, only having Masako's rubs to comfort her. "I-I don't want to die! I don't want to die!"

"P-poor Misaki…" Shinjimae gulped, unable to do anything but pity Misaki. His entire face was riddled with tears, Saki immediately making her way over to the surgeon.

Kyatchi was unfazed, simply shrugging and looking over to Tomoyo. "Well, it seems like we got her down real good, huh?"

"Oh my god." Akio threw the juggler a look, instantly angered after Tomoyo's face paled. "Have some common decency, please."

Tomoyo was silent, completely pale.

Watari eyed the Ultimates for a moment, then slowly turning around to eye Monokuma. The bear was simply staring at them, watching them with an amused gaze. "Hey." The detective instantly grabbed his attention. "Can we vote?"

The screenwriter abruptly jumped. "V-vote?!"

"No!" Misaki shook her head, head suddenly whipped to Monokuma. "Please! I-I didn't want this! I-I just wanted to get out of here! I-it's scary being in here, a-and I thought Decebel was going to kill me! I-I got caught in the moment and I-! I-!"

"Y-you don't need to speak!" Masako immediately threw her arms around Misaki's head, protecting her underneath her warmth. She couldn't care less about Saki who was now near their side, nuzzling herself against them. "I-if anyone should die, i-it should be me!"

"You?!" Shinjimae's voice fell to a sharp cry. "W-why would you say that?!"

"I-I don't care!" Masako screamed. "I-I don't want Misaki to die! S-she's my best friend! I don't want to lose her!"

Tomoyo's face fell. "I… I'm sorry-"

"J-just be quiet already!" Masako cried, sobbing. "Y-you're her friend too! H-how could you do something like this?!"

"N-no! I do care about her, but… but…" Tomoyo's face fell. She was at a loss for words. She had no excuse.

Watari shook his head, unable to take it any longer. He turned to Monokuma. "Let's vote, please."

"That's not how you solve things!" Misaki screamed, glaring at the detective. "Please! D-don't make us vote! I don't want to die!"

Monokuma thought for a moment, silent. He was rubbing his nonexistent chin, silent in contemplation. That state, however, took only a few seconds before his high-pitched laugh came. "Upupupupu! I see why not, honestly. Sure, we can have you guys vote now!"

Misaki broke into hysteria, screaming.


VOTING TIME

CHOOSE THE BLACKENED OF THIS CASE!

Akio 'Blaise' Fukui

Yume Hamasaki

-Hitomu Mizushima-

-Ayako Aoki-

-Blanchard/Viorel Decebel-

Tomoyo Ikeda

Watari Irino

Masako Shinohara

Shinjimae 'Shinji' Akahoshi

-Wakane Takane-

Kyatchi Sesshoku

-Kiyoko Yamagiri-

-Keishi Kari-

Misaki Ueda


The votes were in. It was obvious, given Monokuma's smirk. What was not obvious, however, was the fact that Misaki and Masako were still there, on the ground, sobbing and hugging each other. They didn't vote.

They didn't vote, however it didn't seem like Monokuma cared. His entire mind was focused on revealing the results, paw raised as he screamed, "Alright! Let's see if you shitbags are right!"


VOTING RESULTS

Misaki Ueda: 6 Votes

Abstention: 2 Votes

Answer: Misaki Ueda

RIGHT!


"Wow, now look at that!" Monokuma's smile widened. "It looks like you guys were right, yet again! Of course, two people didn't vote, but the votes wouldn't have been altered anyways, right?"

"Oh god." Kyatchi gritted his teeth. "I forgot we had to vote on the blackened's fate, huh?"

"No!" Misaki immediately began to plead. "Please! I don't want to die! A-all I wanted was to escape! That was all!"

Akio was unable to do anything, only eyeing Misaki who was on her knees and begging, begging like a poor, poor broken person. "Misaki…"

"I-I didn't even want to kill Decebel! I-I just wanted to kill Ayako!" The surgeon was wheezing, hyperventilating. "Besides, t-the flower petals! Y-you know about them, right?! I-I didn't even want to do something like that! I-"

"Oops, too much to reveal. Shut up for a bit, Misaki."

And within seconds, a tranquilizer was shot into Misaki's neck. The damn bear had a slingshot in his paws, and he had somehow shot it perfectly. Misaki went immediately limp, falling to the ground.

"M-Misaki!" Masako grabbed onto the woman. "Hey, Misaki!"

"It's okay," Monokuma began, smirking, "Misa will be able to move and whine about when her execution comes. It's just for these few minutes, I swear."

"You're sick!" Akio growled. '

The bear rolled his eyes. "You always say that, Aki. Now look over to your fucking screens and vote! Giving you three seconds, go!"

Watari gritted his teeth and looked to the screen. He had no time to waste.


VOTING TIME

CHOOSE THE BLACKENED'S FATE!

Red

White


VOTING RESULTS

Red - 4 Votes

White - 2 Votes

RED IS THE WINNER!


Monokuma eyed the screen, simply smirking at what he saw. "Well, it looks like red won. You guys really like switching back and forth between colors."

"You didn't even give us time to choose!" Akio whined.

"Ah, just shut it." Monokuma then turned to look at Masako, smirking as she cowered beneath him. "You really don't want to vote, huh?"

"O-of course not!" Masako gritted her teeth. "P-please don't kill Misaki! I-if anything, you should execute me!"

"Now, why would I do that?" Monokuma smirked. "I'm playing fair here. I hate executing people like you, after all. I only execute those who deserve it."

The survivalist's face dropped. "B-but-!"

Tomoyo wanted to say something. She was still in her seat, unable to process anything- not even her own tears. She didn't even process the moment she looked at Masako, not even registering that look of complete and utter betrayal Masako threw at her.

Though, rather than a lack of knowing, it was ignorance.

The bear threw his paws up. "Alright, let's just say fuck it and get on with the execution! Three, two, and one! There we go!"

The gavel fell.


GAME OVER

Misaki Ueda has been found guilty.


EXECUTION START!

Red Room - A Heist


Misaki's unconscious body fell straight, straight down from the air. The collar around her had been removed, and so her body fell all the way down in the middle of an alleyway. A dark, dark alleyway.

She was still unconscious, yet the sound of police sirens jolted her body awake. Her eyes snapped open, ponytail slightly swaying to the wind. She looked left. Then right. Then, upon realizing where she was, she began to sob, to cry.

"N-no! No, no, nonono… I don't want to die! I don't want to die-!"

She already knew where she was. She was sobbing and was unable to control herself, curling into a ball. The sirens became louder and louder. Her ears were ringing, and she immediately threw her hands over her ears. She thought it would work. To block out everything around her- it should've worked until-

"Hey! Put your hands in the air!"

Monokumas were in police uniforms. They were pointing guns at her, flashing lights at her. Was she some criminal? Only she knew, and she already knew the answer.

She quickly went to her feet, and she almost tripped and stumbled over herself. She looked at the Monokumas for a moment before running, charging down the alleyway.

"Hey! Get back here, criminal! We need backup!"

She gasped and panted. Adrenaline was running through her veins. Her heart was throbbing, aching and screaming at her. Her stomach screamed and her lungs were going to die on her.

No, she had to keep on running. She didn't want to die, and she didn't want to be caught.

She ran through the alleyways. She turned left and she turned right. She ran straight, then ran to the curve and continued to run and run and run just to chase those policemen off of her.

When will it end? When will she be saved?

She didn't know, and she thought she was going to die when those gunshots sounded off. They were going to shoot her, and she didn't want to die. No, not like this. She can't die.

She ran and ran and ran, and when she thought she saw a brick wall, there was a door. It was a simple, simple door that was gray and quite dirty. It seemed to be slightly torn and broken up, but Misaki couldn't give a damn about it.

She charged straight into the door and closed it behind her. She barricaded herself against the door, closing her teary eyes shut as she heard the screams of the policemen, crying her name out and looking for her. Gunshots and sirens continued to rise into the air, echoing into her head.

Seconds passed. Minutes passed.

Finally, silence.

Misaki released a long sigh, crying out in relief as she fell to the ground.

The ground, which, somehow, fell upon her.

Misaki screamed, falling straight, straight down into the darkness. She kept on falling. Falling, falling, falling until she saw light- it was a light that was beginning to blind her, and before the teary-eyed woman could say something, she suddenly found herself restrained.

She was restrained to an examination table. Her hands and feet were spread out, restrained. She began to struggle, screaming and crying for help.

No help arrived. Only pain.

She had no idea what happened, only registering gloved hands in the air which began to hurt her, to torture her.

All sorts of devices began its work on her. She felt syringes pricking her neck dozens of times. Her body would spasm, her eyeballs would roll back, her body would contort, her breathing would shallow and hitch… Everything began to happen to her, and it took almost hours before she even registered the lack of blood in her system from all the coughing, vomiting, and bleeding that was happening to her.

She was a bloody mess, and she knew it. She couldn't even manage a cry- the blood was blocking her airway system, blocking her ability to breathe. She was going to suffocate, and her eyeballs were already red, unable to see anything.

Those tears of hers eventually became blood, and even when she wanted to scream for help-

-it was a choked cough, for only blood spewed out from her emptied out shell of a body.


Everything was a nightmare. Everything was a nightmare and Watari knew it, his body paling up from the sight at what he saw.

Misaki Ueda, someone who always came up to talk to him and treat him sweetly, was now dead- she had been tortured, tortured without any actual purpose to it. It was all for fun, and for show.

"Ugh! T-this is too much for me! I-I-I-I can't! I can't take this anymore!" And Shinjimae would immediately run over to the corner of the courtroom, throwing up.

"What in the fuck was that?!" Akio screamed, pointing at the execution room. "That's sick! Why the fuck would you do something like that?!"

"Executions are executions," Monokuma dryly remarked, rolling his eyes. "You can't judge."

The brunette gritted his teeth, hands clenched into fists. "You're so fucking sick! I can't believe you would do something like this! T-to Misaki!"

Tomoyo was trembling, unable to say anything. She simply took a step back from her chair before tripping over her own two feet, falling to the ground. Her entire face was white. It was obvious what she was feeling right now- and that was immense, immense guilt. "I… I…"

"I hate you!" Masako was screaming, pointing at Monokuma. "Why would you do this to her?! Why?!"

"M-Masako!" Kyatchi found himself having to run to the survivalist, grabbing hold of her arms and pulling her back. "Stop it! You're just going to hurt yourself if you try to attack him!"

"I-I don't care! Just let me go!" Masako's eyes were red. She was struggling, screaming and forcing herself to move, kicking and throwing her fists. "Let me go!"

Yume was silent. She was unable to do anything, only watching Kyatchi who was forcing Masako back. The nihilist couldn't help but stay silent, only looking over to Monokuma with a disgusted glare.

"I…" Shinjimae was shaking his head, having to be licked by Saki in order to calm himself. "T-this is too much f-for me…"

"You guys are so cute!" Monokuma squealed, eyeing the group with an amused grin. "You guys are just bitching and moaning over there! It makes me so happy to see how hopeless you guys are!"

"You're sick!" Akio stepped forward. "You're lucky you're not down here right now!"

"What, you want to smash your fist into me?" Monokuma tilted his head innocently. "That hurts me, Aki."

"Shut up!" The actor growled. "You're so full of shit!"

"Well, here we go again with the insults." The bear scratched the back of his ear. "Ahem, well then, since you guys seem to be crying right now, I'll leave you all be." He smiled and stood up from his seat. "I'll see you all next time! So, for now, farewell!"

And it didn't even take a second for Monokuma to disappear.

It was unfair. It was just unfair.

Monokuma was able to disappear from their lives, but he was able to come back again to ruin their little sense of freedom.

It was just so unfair.

Silence escaped the room.

Though, it wasn't exactly silence.

It was despair. Sobs and tears were emitting from everywhere inside of the courtroom.

Not only sadness, but a mixture of anger and hatred.

And sadly enough, even something like that was obvious.


... And we are at the end of the trial! It took a while for me to get this chapter out, so I only have my redo to thank and the fact that redoing this chapter motivated me to write this all! Anyways, everything's just going to go downhill from me considering what happens, so I'll leave that to the next part to finish up this chapter!

Until then, I will see you all next time (which should be soon, cause woo aftermath chapters)!

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