Chapter 6: Masks: Act: Four

3:28 P.M Day Two

Ground Deck

Morgue

Daniel smiled vividly to himself as he sifted through a small collection of Polaroid photographs, the edges of which had begun to show wear from excessive handling. His smile only fled as he heard the door to the room open. He silently tucked the photos back into a folder before sliding the folder into his medical bag.

After a moment, he lifted his gaze and offered a toothy smile. "Shuhei, to what do I owe this honor? I have to say, for someone who sleeps in a morgue, I do receive quite a few guests. They are admittedly far more vocal than those who normally frequent a place such as this."

"I have a matter to discuss with you. I must impress upon you that staying here overnight is foolhardy," the Scientist stated bluntly.

"Oh? So you've come to see to my well-being? That is exceedingly thoughtful of you. I suppose the events of last night did expose the fact that I stayed here. Perhaps you find it morbid, but I do feel more comfortable here."

The Scientist frowned. "Your comfort aside, staying here puts you at an unnecessary risk. Furthermore, if you weren't going to use your room, someone who was forced to buddy up could have made use of it."

A quiet chuckle escaped the other boy. "There's no need to fret. I am still using the facilities in my room. I only chose to sleep here last night, before a motive was in play. If a machete-wielding maniac is looking for a target, I won't be sleeping in the open again."

"I'm glad to know you're not casting caution aside entirely. Ironically, I wonder if I shouldn't have tried to encourage everyone to simply abdicate their rooms until the motive was over. I can only assume that whoever received Monokuma's mask and weapon will be gifted it via their room," Shuhei pointed out with a frown.

The Ultimate Coroner shrugged. "That's assuming our dear Captain wouldn't find some way around it. Even if he didn't meddle further, there's no guarantee everyone would have cooperated. In attempting to assure peace, you may have only caused more tension."

"...I have to concede that is a good point. I would be lying if I said the reward wasn't tempting, which is clearly the point. It's nothing more than pure temptation."

"Indeed, though the question is who among us will be tempted? Furthermore, how will they respond?" Daniel questioned as he raised a single brow.

The taller boy shook his head. "There's no way to know for certain. With there being twenty of us, each of us had essentially had a five percent chance of being the recipient. For all I know, you may have already received it."

A playful laugh escaped the Coroner. "Oh dear. I see that paranoia is setting in already. I would offer you my word, but such things are meaningless in this game."

Shuhei's brow furrowed. "What do you mean?"

"Think of it this way: If the only means of escaping requires one to strike out on their own, then there is absolutely no reason to put much stock in one another. Trust is fleeting. Even for those who seem friendly or have rapport, do you think this game will allow that to last?"

The Ultimate Scientist adjusted his glasses before scowling visibly. "I wish I could dispute that, but I see what you're saying. However, I have not given up. I do believe that with enough information, we might just be able to take control of this game away from our captor."

"An interesting notion to be sure, but I'm not very optimistic. I doubt that someone with this much clout and power has stacked the deck fairly."

"You seem too relaxed to be speaking so poorly of our chances. Why is that?"

The Coroner cracked a sly smile. "Oh, don't be so suspicious. I don't have anything to hide. Death is inevitable; I just see no reason to blindly fear it. There is something...beautiful about it, really."

Shuhei's eyes narrowed. "You say that, but you also just admitted you wouldn't be sleeping here again. Clearly, you're not quite ready to embrace death."

"Oh, you mistake my words. I'm not looking to die, but I'm also not terrified of the prospect. That's why you have little to fear from me. I'm not liable to be bullied or coerced into killing. It would require so much effort, and I would undoubtedly make careless mistakes."

A dry laugh escaped the Scientist. "Your reason for abstaining from bloodshed is because you're lazy? That sounds ridiculous, but from what I've seen thus far, it almost sounds plausible for you."

Daniel grinned widely. "You're under no obligations to trust me. Like I said, trust is fleeting. Someone along the way is going to get hurt for trusting the wrong person. I wouldn't call that a wild guess, but rather a certainty."

4:51 P.M Day Two

Ground Deck

Dormitory Wing (Girl's Hallway)

The Ultimate Sniper pressed her back flush against the corner of the adjacent hallway, as she peered around and into the dormitory wing. Her gaze locking intently on a lone figure that could be seen crouched and tinkering with one of the sealed doors.

As if preparing to take a shot, Nerai neutralized her breathing. Then silently she rounded from her cover before stalking forward. She took care to avoid making any noise. She only dispensed with stealth once she was less than twenty feet away.

"Chijimatsu, would you care to explain why you're trying to break into that room? Since you elected to take a room in the boy's corridor, I know you didn't lock yourself out of your own room," she stated in an emotionless manner as she deftly reached into her own pack. The Sniper gripped something that was not yet visible to the Occultist or anyone who happened upon them...

Galexialyn smirked as they continued attempting to pick the lock in front of them. "Well, officer, what if I told you I was working on my dream? That I wanted to be the greatest locksmith in all of space?"

A moment elapsed before the Sniper visibly relaxed her stance, but her gaze never left the crouched Occultist. "Considering how few people we have here, that's not a high bar to clear. It's not like we have the Ultimate Thief among us, though you seem quite content on filling that void. You could at least pretend to care after being caught."

"Oh no... my criminal career stopped before I could even commit my first breaking and entering off planet," Galexialyn said with a mirthless tone. After a few more moments they sighed and stood up. "Hmm... these locks are quite advanced, how annoying."

A sigh escaped the officer as she folded her arms and stared tersely. "That's reassuring to note, care to explain what this was about? With Monokuma's little ploy going on, this raises some major red flags. I don't want to cause a panic if it's not necessary, but an explanation would go a long way to ease my concerns."

"Perhaps you are right to be concerned, this whole situation isn't the kind of place someone should be getting complacent in," the Occultist explained as they turned to face the Sniper.

Nerai's eyes narrowed marginally. "I suppose it was expecting too much for me to get a straightforward answer. Let me at least say this. If you're not intending to do something malicious, you should be more mindful. Maybe, I should be the last person to say this because I'm not good with people. That being said it's important how people see you."

Galexialyn shrugged as they crossed their arms. "I can't say I agree with that. How people see others are so easily swayed. One simple mistake or move they personally don't like, and they will be against you. Or a person could easily lie and talk their way into being trusted. I don't see a reason to alter myself to fit into anyone's comfort zone. But since I can't get into these rooms to see if I can find out who will get the motive, then I believe I'm done here."

"Hm, well at least that was some sort of answer. So that was your game? To simply determine who received Monokuma's gift ?" Nerai asked as she raised a brow.

"'Simply'? Knowledge is power, and knowing who receives it can be a boon," Galexialyn explained as they frowned at the Sniper. "Like knowing who to avoid for example."

A darker expression settled on Nerai's face. "That is a basic survival instinct. Another instinct is being able to tell when a killer has come face to face with another of its kind. Unfortunately some predators are able to blend more than others..."

"Well that is just another survival instinct, isn't it? Being on edge is nature at this point. That's why you are gripping on that knife, yes?" Galexialyn asked as their eyes narrowed in return.

"...So you're perceptive and intelligent. I'll have to sleep with one eye open. Just in case you do find a way past those locks."

A deep chuckle left the Occultist as they turned away. "The fact you weren't already sounds like a poor choice, on top of that you already have someone in your room with you."

Nerai stiffened slightly. "Yes, well I don't see that as a detriment. Having one person you can depend on. In fact that's a difficult thing to come by in a game like this."

"True, though it is difficult for a reason. If you can truly trust her, then hold her close. If you can't well... keep the knife closer," Galexialyn said without turning around. After saying their piece they slowly began walking away.

5:36 P.M Day Two

Ground Deck

Classroom 80-A

The Ultimate Acupuncturist stopped in the midst of the hallway as she registered a faint sound resonating from the adjacent classroom. A moment elapsed as she debated internally if her curiosity outweighed her caution. Eventually however the former would trump the latter as she quietly pushed the door open before stepping inside.

Hollie was met with a very similar sight as the day previous. The only thing that stood out as any different was a bottle top that lay discarded near the series of cabinets on the far wall. Her lips pursed into a fine line as she strode towards the discarded piece of plastic. It was then that she was greeted with the same sound as before but with more clarity, she recognized it as a pained sob. As if someone was choking back tears, but not quite able to silence their distress...

At this point her caution had been overtaken by curiosity and concern. Wordlessly she crouched down before following the source of the sound as she extended a hand. With a deft pull of her hand she opened one of the cabinets open only to see a pair of amber eyes staring out at her, with tears surrounding the corners of her puffy red eyes.

"So I was right after all, I could hear you mewing from the hallway. Wanna come out and talk about it? I could probably fetch you some milk or tuna," the Acupuncturist jested though she offered a comforting facsimile of a smile.

Noelle hugged her knees against her chest as her deadpan expression seemed a bit more forced than usual. "...Meow, if you're going to use bribes...I demand catnip or massages."

"You're in pain again aren't you?" Hollie asked suddenly as she took a seat on the floor as she stared at the girl with a knowing smile.

"...Seems like a half-baked idea. You're not going to 100% this romance dialogue so easily. What kind of stretchy bendy person would get sore so easily? That doesn't seem very ultimate."

The Acupuncturist offered a low chuckle. "Just because you're an ultimate doesn't mean you can't suffer because of it. We're still people or in your case a cat person. I mean I'm sick all the time, I'm pretty frail, and have colorblindness. It didn't prevent me from becoming an Ultimate."

"Hn, Noelle uses rollout," the Redhead said suddenly as she promptly flopped out of the cabinet before laying in a heap beside Hollie. She proceeded to stare up at the ceiling a moment before speaking further. "Hollie's gift doesn't make her sick or blind though. How did you see through my super omega poker face? Are you psychic or something? Maybe you're actually the Ultimate Guesser!"

"Nope it's nothing that wild. I just have learned to read people when tending to their bodies. I could tell you've got some substantial damage to your back, and I noticed how you tensed yesterday while I was giving those massages. It was because you were in pain right? I saw a bottle top on the floor, you're taking pain meds aren't you?"

A moment passed as the Contortionist offered a thumbs up. "Hollie has solved the great case of the pill-popping bendy girl. Five stars! Meow, I am an addict. It's very tragic. You should pet me, you might even advance our romantic subplot."

Hollie shook her head as she removed her glasses before resting them in her lap. "I think I'm finally starting to get you. You're definitely a weirdo, but a lot of it is a way of coping right? You don't have to shrug all of this off as a joke. I'm not here to give you an intervention, but if you need a massage...I'd rather you let me do that then drown yourself in pills."

"...Swoon," Noelle murmured as she tilted her head to look into the other girl's eyes before flopping over onto her stomach. "Massage offer accepted! Pick me up like a breadbasket and take me to the picnic," Noelle ordered in a mild manner. She reached out her arms as if expecting to be literally picked up. "Hey. Hurry up. I'm going stale."

A rare giggle escaped the blue haired girl. "Dork, do you know how hard it was to pick you up yesterday? My back still hurts from that."

The Ultimate Contortionist's expression seemed to emote more than usual. "...You hurt yourself? Just carrying a fleabag around?"

"You didn't really give me much of a choice. I was afraid of what would happen if I just left you here. Don't feel bad though, like I said I'm pretty sickly. Some days I have to rely on a cane. Fortunately I haven't had a very bad day yet," Hollie explained as she slowly stood up before extending a hand down to the other girl.

Noelle regarded the hand a moment before finally accepting it. "Meow, I have divulged part of my backstory. Which means my plot armor is gone. It's only fair that Hollie does the same. Why is she sick all the time?"

"T-That's a long story, and let's just say we haven't advanced our questline that far yet. Come on dummy, go lie on one of those tables and let me do what I do best. I promise you'll feel better afterward."

"Kay, Noelle expects that she'll need to smoke afterward. She is fully prepared for Hollie's magic fingers," she said as she strode towards a large table before laying face first upon it.

The Acupuncturist offered a wry smile as she followed after the other girl. "Wanna tell me why you came here instead of going to your room?"

"...Nyeh, my spine felt like exploding. Didn't want to be found lying in the middle of the hallway mewing. This was closer."

The blue-haired girl offered a sad smile as she raised the other girl's sweater before pressing her palms into the other girl's bare back.. "I see, I can only imagine how hard it must be for the thing you're most gifted at to also be the same thing that causes you so much pain. I hope this feels a bit better?"

"Mm... That feels nice in an amateurish way. Do it harder. Knead me like you're a tsundere making pizza dough for your love interest who's currently spending time with that pink-haired bimbo, and you're just one episode away from evolving into a yandere... Huh, I should be an anime director or something," Noelle stated matter of factly.

"You know, I can't believe I'm saying this but I think Rene might be right. You probably are part alien. Though it's never a dull moment when you're around. If you do want to actually talk, I'm a pretty good listener. I'm not good for much as a person or otherwise, but I can always listen," Hollie said quietly.

"I try not to dwell on the past, it's too sad. I don't try to predict the future either, it would drive me mad... Oh, I didn't mean to rhyme. My point is... nothing really. I'm a half-baked girl. One way or another, I simply live."

The Ultimate Acupuncturist. "I suppose when no day is guaranteed anymore, that's all any of us can do."

6:10 P.M Day Two

Ground Deck

Mess Hall

The Ultimate Construction Worker sighed in contentment as he patted his stomach. "Another great dinner Frida! After all that working out earlier, that really hit the spot."

"Yeah, and thanks for dialing back on the spice tonight. I can actually still feel my tastebuds!" Kikuko exclaimed as she gave a peace sign.

Kasumi offered a weak smile. "It's just a shame that there's only so few of us here this evening. This place feels pretty empty by comparison."

"W-Well things are pretty tense right now. Still I-I think everyone is just handling things in their own way," Timothy responded timidly as he handed Coppelia some table scraps.

Frida nodded. "Indeed. This motive has truly cast an ominous shadow upon us. To know that any moment you could turn a corner and be faced with the masked fiend channeling Jason Voorhees' vile spirit. It's despicable!"

"Clearly whoever is behind this enjoys theatrics and horror movie schlock. Does anyone else find it strange this all came up at the same time as the discussion of this Mister Psycho character?" Kasumi questioned as she gazed around the table.

Timothy's brow furrowed slightly. "M-Maybe Monokuma was inspired by it. He is watching us all the time right?"

"He must have been watching when Alice was gripped by the spirits of rage and struck one of our own at the mention of the masked Mister Psycho. He intends to stoke those fires in any he might find susceptible, not forgetting those who would be willing to offer up sacrifice when the threat of retribution is removed," Frida said grimly.

"Gee, that is pretty bad now that you mention it. I know I certainly don't want to hurt anyone, but I could see how it might be tempting. Especially if there weren't any consequences," Kosaku said as he scratched the back of his neck.

"Don't worry big bro! I trust ya! I don't think you're the type to make up stories. We also know that you can't be that Psycho creep either. Your noggin and face are waaaay too big for that mask we found !" Kikuko exclaimed as she held out her hands for emphasis.

The Historian stifled a laugh with one of her hands. "I'm not sure that's the nicest way of putting it, but you might be onto something. Either way I don't think it's a good idea to be scrutinizing everyone so closely. It's bound to just make us all more paranoid."

"I-I agree, we just have to focus on getting through tonight and tomorrow morning's deadline without anyone getting hurt," the Engineer added.

Frida slammed her fist on the table. "We cannot just stand by ideally and allow events to take their course! If we do, people will die, you can all be assured of that. No, in order to stop this foul game and punish the one responsible we need to be on the offensive! We need to take action!"

"That's the spirit! We definitely have to do something!" Kosaku agreed as he flexed his arms in response, before blinking. "But what are we supposed to do?"

Kasumi raised a brow as she glanced at the Chocolatier. "I take it you have a suggestion in mind?"

Frida grinned, spinning on her heel with a flick of her robes as she made her way to the head of the table. "This mastermind thinks we will simply graze like lambs in a field, awaiting our slaughter. They don't expect us to take action against them. Take I and the sorceress's foray into channeling those that came before us. They panicked and had to create a new rule on the spot, only to give us valuable information about this base in the process. They are amateurish, they do not expect organized resistance, resistance that will test the boundaries of the game at every turn. That will test their bearish avatar Monokuma at every step."

She twirled to face them, casting an arm out dramatically.

"With the guidance of the gods on our side we triumph in this endeavor! As their avatar on the mortal realm it would be my honor to lead you all into battle! What say you!?"

"Woah, you seem really confident about this! I'm not sure how easy it will actually be but I'm game for trying. It definitely sounds better than just accepting things as they are," Kosaku said with a reassuring smile and a thumbs up.

"I-I really don't want to die and I wanna be able to see my family and fans again. But if it doesn't have to mean anyone getting hurt...maybe that is an option. I really want to believe it's possible big sis!" Kikuko chimed in with a hopeful expression.

"It definitely sounds appealing. Though how do you propose actually going about it? We need more than just empty promises to get somewhere and not just everyone will take this at face value," Kasumi pointed out.

"Maybe that's true, but if we all come to understand one another...if we can become closer as a group, maybe it's not so crazy," Timothy responded quietly.

Frida crossed her arms, deep in thought. "Agreed. Without trust this group will never work together effectively. Getting to know each other will be a step in that direction, but for now we have more pressing factors, namely the motive."

She gazed at them firmly. "Monokuma said that only the one gifted with the mask and machete would be able to act upon the motive and avoid a trial, thieves would not be granted the same clemency. Therefore it is clear what must be done. When the time for the curfew is upon us, we must all allow ourselves to be searched, both our rooms and our person. Once the mask and machete are found, they can then be either destroyed or kept by myself, after all for anyone else they would hold no benefit. Then all we would have to do is run out the motive's time limit."

The Historian's brow furrowed. "That could prove difficult to accomplish with some of our peers, but I suppose a united front could be quite convincing, I mean only someone with something to hide would feel the need to make a big deal out of it. Especially since only the person who received the gift can truly benefit from it."

"Even if it doesn't go according to plan, it's worth trying. It's like you said Frida, we have to do something right?" Timothy suggested with a shy smile.

"Exactly! Only someone who wished to use the weapon would object to it being confiscated, and if that happens we'll know who to keep an eye on. And besides, anyone who submits to the search willingly will be rewarded greatly... With a box of chocolates custom made to their liking! Such a gift of the gods would cost thousands back on earth, you should all feel blessed!"

She declared with a hearty laugh.

"Oh boy! Feel free to search my room early! Those sound like a great treat for dessert!" Kosaku chuckled loudly as he clutched at his sides.

The Child Star giggled loudly. "Sounds like we've got a plan. We'll get rid of the temptation, and then we can figure out our next step! Mister Kuma will just have to accept defeat."

Frida placed a hand on Kikuko's shoulder. "Indeed, my star of the silver screen. However removing this temptation will only be the first step in defeating the bear. I have no doubts that he will throw others at us in desperation. But stay by me and not only will you taste the finest chocolates the world has ever known, but also the even sweeter taste of freedom!"

7:29 P.M Day Two

Ground Deck

Storage Room

"So let's cut the bullshit shall we? I've been working my ass off as cheap labor, but I want something in return," the Exterminator said bluntly as he leaned against a nearby shelf. "And why the hell did you want to meet here anyway?"

The Merchant smirked as she produced a small fan before waving it in front of her face. "Oh that's quite simple. No cameras are in here. If the person pulling the strings isn't sure what we're discussing here, it means it can't be used against us. I wouldn't be surprised if they began tailoring things to exploit things they've witnessed. So it's important to keep a few cards against the chest."

Rene relented with a shrug. "Fine, you've made your point Konyu. I can concede that it's smart to be able to keep as much as possible from the bear. Now back to my original point.."

"Don't worry your head dear! Not only do I have a silver tongue and the ability to sell anything, I also am gifted in being able to read people. Ask your questions, and I won't disappoint."

"Fine, what is your read on everyone? As I've said multiple times, I'm not a people person. However I want to know as much about the others as possible. Information is power as they say. Knowing something as simple as to who to avoid, who is likely to snap, could very well mean the difference in life and death," the Exterminator replied.

Konyu smirked slightly. "You might not be a people person, but you do understand the value in knowing our peers. Let's see, Frida comes across like a raving loon, but she strikes me as much smarter than most would assume. I wouldn't dismiss her just because of her peculiar manner of speech. She's ran a successful business for a reason."

"So eccentric, but not a fool. Fair enough. Continue," Rene urged.

"Honestly, I would put Noelle, Bridgette, and Jingai in that same category. Though she irks me to no end, Noelle isn't the fool she pretends to be. Beneath her bizarre antics, she makes sensible points. It's just that it's often lost among her nonsensical rambling. Bridgette plays the role of the peppy Cheerleader well, and while it's not entirely a front...she's not the ditz she comes across as. If I had to guess, that aspect is her way of connecting to people and helping them relax. Finally Jingai for all his crudeness is clearly insightful. In his case, I think the act is by design. He could prove dangerous."

The Exterminator let out a low chuckle. "Seems quite a few of them are putting on quite a show. You certainly are insightful though."

"Heh, well it's just good business. Speaking of acts, I'd caution you to watch out for Kikuko. She acts like a spoiled little girl, but she's a wolf in sheep's clothing. I'm fairly sure she's caked in makeup to make herself seem younger. I get the impression that everything she does is calculated. Not that you're trusting, but I wouldn't let my guard down," Konyu advised.

"Hm, I'll keep my out for the brat. What can you tell me about the Medic and Sniper? It's clear they have history, which I find interesting. The former seems a bit touchy," he mused as he lightly stroked at his cheek.

The Merchant sighed. "Fraid, I haven't gotten much. Alice is cordial and friendly, but hasn't opened up about herself. Whereas Nerai hasn't uttered hardly a word in my presence. They do seem to have a close bond though. The former might be the latter's Achilles Heel. She does seem far less composed when Alice is involved. However I'd advise caution. As an Interpol agent and Ultimate Sniper, she's one of the most physically threatening people here."

Rene nodded slightly. "Don't worry, I have no intention of coming to blows with her. However it's always good to know a potential weakness. That could always prove useful in the future. There's no way of telling how this game will play out."

"That's true. Maybe I should go over some of the ones I see as being unlikely threats. Kaiyo, Shiori, Amanda, Kosaku, and Timothy. Our peppy little Diver like Bridgette seems more interested in keeping the peace and talking everyone's ear off. I don't sense an insincere bone in her body. Shiori and Timothy are both somewhere on the spectrum, and if anything are more likely to be victims or manipulated. They're certainly not the type I see to stage some elaborate murder. Amanda is very empathic and maternal like Alice, but she seems far more well adjusted. She seems intent on trying to help our less stable peers. If something happens to her, I suspect it will have a disastrous consequence to those relying on her. Then there's Kosaku. Let's just cut straight to facts, he's by far the most physically imposing, but the only way I see him causing any harm is if he's manipulated or controlled by someone more intelligent. The big one seems well tempered too, so I don't see him snapping easily."

"Your points seem well founded. These individuals might be perfect pawns if it comes down to it. On a game of this scale, it takes all sorts," the Exterminator commented.

Konyu grinned. "That it does, and that just leaves six other people. Without including us of course. Scott,Kasumi,Hollie,Galexialyn, Shuhei, and Daniel. Scott of the whole class is the most likely to snap and do something stupid. He's proven that time and time again. The fortunate thing is if he does commit a crime, it's unlikely it'll prove difficult to solve. However I'd suggest you refrain from pushing his buttons. If he loses his cool, you may not wish to be on the receiving end of his wrath. Kasumi and Hollie are much harder for me to pin down. Like with Nerai, neither of them have shared much about themselves. I chalk it up to them being private people. However Kasumi is far more personable and approachable than Nerai or Hollie. The latter of which seems very reserved like our Interpol Agent. However I can say that she does seem to be a compassionate soul, beneath her cool exterior. Galexialyn is probably by far the most obvious and indiscreet threat among us. They are a complete wild card in my books. There's no way of telling how they'll play this game. I wouldn't take any chances. In the same regard I'd also include Daniel in that category. Despite his polite and friendly demeanor, there is a very unsettling presence about him. Finally there's Shuhei. If there was anyone qualified to be a leader among us, it would definitely be him. He's brilliant, analytical, harsh at times, but also fair. His focus in forensics will be useful when bodies start dropping."

Rene stroked his chin a moment. "You've really given this a lot of consideration. Though as you said, it's only good business right? Let me ask you one more question. What do you think the odds are of us all making it out of this motive intact?"

A dark expression settled upon the girl's face. "Make no mistake, there's no way blood won't be spilled by then. Maybe this is harsh of me to say, but we need it to happen..."

"..So the game can advance?" the boy suggested.

"Precisely. I believe we will gain more access following each trial we can survive. So it comes down to a single bitter truth. Either we live a communal life for the rest of our days, or we rely on murder to bring us closer to a solution off this station..."

8:55 P.M Day Two

Ground Deck

Dormitory Wing (Apartment 7)

"S-Shouldn't we wait for Bridgette? I thought she was going to help. Though I'm not even really sure why I'm here," the Ultimate Witch responded timidly as she fidgeted with her cloak.

Alice offered a reassuring smile to the girl seated in a chair next to her. "Hey, it's going to be fine luv. I've never had anyone ever offer to give me a makeover, so this is pretty exciting. Kaiyo was already gorgeous, but what they did with her makeup was bloody amazing. I'm sure we have nothing to worry about Shiori."

"Yeah, Bridge wanted to get some one on one time with our resident therapist, so you two are stuck with my crossdressing ass! But don't worry, I can still make you all absolutely fucking stunning!" Jingai happily exclaimed as he stood above the two girls.

Shiori slowly ticked her head to the side. "Did Chijimatsu put you up to this? All of my luck disappeared along with my good fortune charm."

"Wait but weren't you selling something like that earlier? I thought Konyu was crowing about it," Alice said with a perplexed look before noticing the eager expression in Jingai's eyes.

"Nope, total fakes. Though Konyu assured me that it would make people feel better. I didn't have the right stuff to make real ones," the Witch responded as she kicked her legs back and forth.

"Oh dear, uh let's just put that out of our minds for now. Jingai dear, what exactly do you have in mind?" the Medic asked, hoping to shift the subject back.

Jin chuckled as he looked over the various makeup spread across the room's vanity table. He turned back to them giving a smirk as he adjusted his skirt. "Eh well, nothing super serious or anything. Honestly, I was just thinking of making you both look adorable as fuck! Maybe a cool spooky goth look for our little witch and something sexy for our curvy medic!"

A nervous chuckle escaped the blonde as she twiddled her fingers. "I'm not sure if I'm cut out for something sexy. I mean I wear military camo and I can't remember the last time I actually used makeup."

Shiori glanced over at Alice before holding her fingers out as if she was framing a picture. "Hn, when you're built like that, it doesn't really take much effort," she said before glancing back at the Chessplayer with her fingers still connected. "I really like your hair color. Can I have something like that?"

"Heh, well I haven't found anything permanent but I was able to find a bit of temporary hair dye in the storage room. You'll also need to pick a color and decide if you want it all dyed, or just the ends," Jin explained as he gestured to a couple of boxes he had placed down.

He turned to Alice and grinned mischievously as he approached her. "As for you, Ally, you may be a medic but you have all the makings of a bombshell! Just as you are you're already a fucking cutie, once I get done with my beautification, you'll be a deadly heart-stopping weapon of mass erections! Hell before I even bust out any makeup I can do something with just a few tiny adjustments, want me to show you?"

Wordlessly the petite Witch hopped to her feet before moving towards the boxes Jingai had pointed out. She began to inspect several bottles of dye, regarding each carefully.

"Well, I suppose nothing ventured, nothing gained right?" Alice questioned with a hint of anxiety in her voice. "I guess it's a good thing I carry around a defibrillator. Though I certainly hope that I won't need it. Just uh, maybe try to not bust out of that skirt if things do go well?" she suggested with a hint of a smile.

"Please, I've been wearing chick clothes longer than dudes, I know how to keep him under control," Jin mused with a wink as he walked around the girl and reached up to her two massive hair buns. "See with all this hair it's a shame to not let it flow some, at least while it won't be in the way for medial stuff," he said as he gently squeezed the buns before moving to pull out the clips holding them in place.

The blonde let out a tiny squeak as the boy squeezed at her hair buns, before pulling the clips free, allowing her hair to cascade to her lower back. "Um, well you've certainly got your work cut out for you Jin, it's been years since I've done anything beyond my buns. Actually...I don't know if I ever have styled it any other way," she admitted sheepishly.

It was at this point Shiori trotted back to the pair with a look of determination on her face. "If Alice is trying something new, I want too as well," she said as he held up a small bottle with a lilac colored dye in it. "You said you'd make me look cool right? Can you make me look like a real magical girl please?" she asked as she bowed her head ever so slightly.

Jin gave a nod as he had slowly started running his fingers through to detangle Alice's hair. "I abso-fucking-lutely can! Go grab a towel to protect your clothes and get your ponytails free!"

"Okay, but my Papa always says that good little girls shouldn't use that kind of language," she said matter of factly before she skipped towards the bathroom. A moment later rummaging could be heard...

The Field Medic raised a hand to her mouth before stifling a giggle. "It isn't very ladylike of you Jin. Should I explain?" she whispered.

"Haha, sure if you want, no skin off my ass," Jin said as he walked over to the vanity and started sorting through the various items. "Besides speaking of ladies, your lady-lumps are way too awesome to keep all covered up! Shame that camo dress doesn't have any buttons to show off any cleavage, cuz you got that for days!"

Alice flushed at the comment. "Well, it's not actually a dress. It's sort of hard to tell because of the belt, but the top is separate from the skirt. I actually wear a buttoned-up shirt underneath. I sort of have to, so the girls are a bit more secured. Take it from a gal who's made the mistake of not wearing a sports bra in the past, there's nothing more embarrassing than giving yourself a black eye while running," she responded before ticking her head to the side as she watched Shiori slip back into sight with a towel draped over her shoulder. "Hun, I know Jin speaks more like a sailor than probably even the Ultimate Sailor would, but that's just who he is. Uh emphasis on "he". I know he's extremely pretty, but he just likes to dress up. That's what makes him happy."

The Ultimate Witch paused as she stared from the Medic back to the Chessplayer and repeated the action a couple of times. "...That's some powerful magic. I came to the right place for a makeover," she decided after a moment of contemplation.

"You're damn right! I'll get you looking like the cutest magical girl!" the boy said with a wink. Jin started loosening the girl's air ties and gently pushed her back towards the bathroom. "Alright let's get the color in so I can get started on Alice's makeup while it sets, sound good? Then I'll do some for you too, but only a bit."

"Kay. Maybe I should work on my catchphrases. Kikurin has those down pat, I need to work on the poses too," she responded in a neutral tone as she was guided towards the bathroom.

Alice couldn't help but smile at the exchange as she ran her hands through her freed hair. "Jin, remind me to cook your favorite dish, as a way of saying thank you. It's the least I could do for all the pampering we're getting."

"Heh, sounds like a deal to me! But just wait till you can see the results, the woman you'll see in the mirror will blow your mind!" the crossdresser explained as he blew the blonde a kiss. "Alright, Shi, let's get this makeover started!"

9:53 P.M Day Two

Ground Deck

Dormitory Wing (Teacher's Quarters)

The Ultimate Cheerleader squirmed a bit as she laid back against the couch before glancing over at the Psychologist. "Aww jeez, I don't know why I wasted your time with all of this. I mean sheesh, I'm sure you've probably got better things to do. I mean you've been sitting there waiting for me to spill my guts for a while already. I-It's getting pretty late, maybe the junk in my head will blow over soon enough anyway."

"Bridgette, you aren't wasting my time," Amanda argued. She glanced up from her notepad to give the Cheerleader a stern look. "I offered these sessions to everyone for a reason. We're in a high-stress situation, and a lot of awfulness could be avoided through a session every now and then." She clicked her pen. "Now, what's going with you, hun?"

"Gosh it's so stupid! Like I know in my head it's silly, but I can't stop freaking out," the Redhead said as she anxiously chewed on her thumb. "So if we're being totally honest? I-I really hate scary movies and horror junk. So all of this Jason X and Psycho talk is just freaking me the heck out! It's all because of that stupid festival too!"

Amanda gave a small nod. "Most people do hold some sort of fear for horror movies and serial killers, so I would say that's a rather normal reaction. And while most don't typically wind up in a situation such as ours, it can still make fears such as yours run rampant. That being said..." Amanda took a moment to think of how to phrase her next question. "When you say festival, what are you referring to?"

A nervous laugh escaped the girl. "Oh right! I did sort of just start rambling didn't I? Uh well a couple of years ago there was a Halloween Festival at school I was going to. Just like most teens, everyone was trying to scare one another. A lot of the guys were taking turns dressing up as movie slashers and trying to scare most of the girls. They'd even attack us with these fake plastic or rubber knives. It was all innocent and stupid fun ya know? But it went south pretty quick. A guy dressed up as Jason came at me with a knife. The dummy didn't realize he wasn't using a prop knife though. I-I just remember a sharp searing pain and that damn mask, before blacking out. I know it was an accident, but god I..just can't help it.."

"Just when I think I've heard it all, I hear something new," Amanda muttered, lightly shaking her head. "Bridgette, going through something like that, it's only natural that you have the phobias you do. I'm actually rather impressed you've held up so well given the motive that bear gave us."

The Cheerleader sat up as one of her knees began to shake. "Y-Yeah, I know it's pretty sad really. I mean gosh that was totally an accident of some knucklehead, but I can't help but panic when I think about some lunatic running around! Do you think the bear did this on purpose? I mean I don't mean to sound like a self-centered bitch, but that's just too much of a coincidence don't you think?"

Amanda sighed. "While it could be a coincidence, given everything about this ship so far, it isn't hard to believe that the bear could have that kind of information on us." A frown crossed her face. "And even if it was one, that doesn't make you a self-centered bitch. It makes you a normal girl in a high-stress situation with one of her worst fears being plagued on."

Bridgette's shoulders relaxed slightly as she offered a slight smile. "Hah, I don't know if anyone else has told you this but you really earned your talent. Uh, but what do you suggest for something like this? Like I can tell myself that I'm overreacting, but I'm pretty sure I'd have a full blown episode if I had to see that mask or machete."

"Well, I have quite a few different methods for handling episodes brought about by phobias," Amanda explained, turning her focus away from her notepad to the cheerleader. "The ones that I have often found work involve deep breathing, EMDR therapy, and even the 5-4-3-2-1 method."

When the Cheerleader gave Amanda a confused looked, the peach-haired girl cracked a smile. "It's a method that forces the brain to focus on everything other than the thing causing you anxiety and distress. You named five things you can see, four things you can touch, three things you can hear, two things you can smell, and one thing you can taste."

"So basically it's just a super awesome way of getting my mind off of what's causing me to flip out huh? I'm definitely willing to try anything you think could work. I'm at my best when I can root other people on, and I can't do that if I'm a nervous wreck. Should I try that method now?"

"If you think it will help, then yes." Amanda clicked her pen again before setting her pen and notepad down on the ground. She gave Bridgette an encouraging smile. "So, what are five things you can see right now?"

"Lets see, a really nice leather chair, a large coffee table, your notepad, the carpet on the floor, and those really cute panties you're wearing," Bridgette commented as if she was reading off a grocery list.

Amanda quickly crossed her legs, blushing despite her best attempts not to. "Alright, now, four things you can touch."

The Cheerleader extended her hands slowly patting around the couch she was seated on. Her fingers slowly tracing over each article she came across. "Okay, let's see...my leg, a cushion, a blanket, and my Monopad."

"You're doing really good so far," Amanda encouraged. "Now, three things you can hear."

Bridgette leaned forward as her brow furrowed as she tried to focus intently. "I can faintly hear someone talking outside, a leaking pipe in the bathroom..." she trailed off as she closed her eyes.

A few seconds elapsed before a new sound did make itself known, and suddenly the TV in the room flickered to life, as Monokuma's face could be seen on the screen. "Pupupu, what were you expecting a cute AI to tuck you into bed? Hehe, can't have you all getting too comfortable. It is now officially nighttime, and as such certain areas are now off-limits till morning. Sleep tight and don't let the Psycho bugs bite."

The Cheerleader's expression paled slightly as anxiety returned to her face. "Jeez, well that exercise was going well. What a pain in the butt."

Amanda's encouraging smile had left her face the moment Monokuma's announcement went off, replaced by a scowl. "Isn't that the truth?" She lightly shook her head. "Would you like to continue with the exercise?"

"Definitely! I really feel like it was helping," the Cheerleader mused with an earnest expression, however it soon fled as the doorbell to her room chimed. "Huh, I wonder who that is? I guess Jin Jin has been busy with his makeover all evening. Sorry just hold that thought for a second?" she pleaded as she stood up and started towards the door...

A few moments elapsed as Bridgette opened the door only to find the Ultimate Historian standing there. "Heya, everything alright Kasumi? If you frown too much you'll have premature wrinkles."

The blue haired girl managed a tired smile. "Honestly, at this point I'll consider myself fortunate if I live long enough to earn those. Look I'm sorry to bother the both of you so late. Frida suggested an idea to several of us earlier to try and get everyone to do a sweep of the dormitories before turning in for the night. The idea being to figure out who had the weapon and mask so we could stop the motive in its tracks. Problem is hardly anyone is coming to their door. In fact I'm pretty sure there's several people who haven't even returned to the dorms yet. Then to add insult to injury, Kikuko was supposed to help me cover the girls dorms only to flake out at the last moment. Needless to say it's not going well so far."

Amanda stood up, gathering her things and putting them back in her messenger bag. "We can help you out if you'd like, hun."

"Totally, Monokuma sort of already threw a wrench in our conversation anyway. Besides if it keeps anyone from being hurt, then count me in!" Bridgette said as she mustered a smile before giving the Historian a thumbs up.

"That's a relief to hear. We can definitely cover more ground this way. When all is said and done, I think we'll all sleep better if we can get to the bottom of this and have some peace of mind," Kasumi said as she turned and strode back into the adjacent hallway with the pair of girls trailing directly behind her.

10:17 P.M Day Two

Ground Deck

Hallway

"Good grief, I can't believe we almost got locked inside the Mess Hall. You would think the bear would have warned us that it would be blocked off," Kaiyo laughed as she shook her head.

Scott grunted in response. "No kidding, I thought the door was going to crush us. That bastard might've just done it too."

The Ultimate Diver patted one of the Scrapper's shoulders. "No biggie though. We're just fine right? No worse for wear and those cupcakes were delicious!"

"Shit can't disagree with that! They really hit the spot. I'm just sorry I kept ya out past curfew!" Scott exclaimed stretching as they walked towards the Dormitories.

"Are you kidding? That was totally worth it. After this stuff this morning, I needed a good reason to inhale some junk food. I'll just have to join you guys tomorrow morning to burn off all those calories," Kaiyo laughed earnestly.

The short statured boy grinned up at his companion. "Yo that's a great idea. Even if there aren't any other martial artists, having more people exercising is still a good way of getting me pumped."

"Hey, I bet Nerai probably could handle herself in a fight. I mean she's an Interpol agent right? And a trained sniper. I almost bet she's got some sort of combat training under her belt."

Scrappy's eyes widened. "Damn! I didn't even think of that. She's one cold mama! Hah, but I'm a persistent bastard! I'll wear her down. I mean who doesn't like throwing a few punches?"

The girl barely suppressed a snort. "Scrappy, I think you're almost a little too eager to hit things. Just remember, no punting or punching any bears okay?"

"Yeah, yeah! Though I wouldn't mind feeding that bear several knuckle sandwiches. I mean he's just asking for it."

Kaiyo coughed into her hand. "I-I mean I can't argue that point, just be careful okay?"

A deep sigh escaped the boy. "Oi, I'm not some...what the fucking shit..."

The Ultimate Diver stared at the boy in confusion, noting just how pale he'd become. "S-Scrappy? What is it?"

"...Look," the boy said simply as he slowly extended his arm to gesture down the corridor.

Near the entrance of the sealed Garbage Disposal Chamber lay a prone figure, the still form lay in the midst of a large pool of viscous pink blood.

"N-N-No!" Kaiyo screamed so loud that her voice cracked as she vaulted forward without hesitation. The Diver, throwing caution to the wind, tracked through the blood before hoisting the limp form into her arms. The small body felt surprisingly heavy and still fairly warm. Despite that it became readily apparent that no life was to be found. A large bloodied Machete was embedded deep into the girl's stomach.

The Child Star was completely unresponsive, her school uniform was now dyed a vivid shade of pink.

"K-Kikurin! Come on, open your eyes! You're going to be fine," Kaiyo sobbed as she felt tears stinging the corners of her eyes.

Footsteps could be heard approaching from a distance following the Diver's outburst...

Scrappy stopped a few feet away with an expression that was a mixture of frustration and sadness. "She's not...she's not gonna wake up."

"Y-You don't know that! She probably just passed out from blood loss. Go get Alice, we'll get her to the infirmary. No one is going to die," the Ultimate Diver said as she began to rock back and forth cradling the small girl in her arms.

"Gods above! This wasn't supposed to happen. The little one was supposed to be safe, what was she even doing here?" Frida asked as she stepped into sight and eyed the display with a troubled expression. "...Alas, those questions will have to wait. Kaiyo, I'm sorry but dear Scrappy is right. I-I know how hard this is, but you need to sit her down. There's nothing we can do for her now. However rest assured retribution will come swiftly."

"B-But I-" the Diver's response was cut off as the monitors along the hallway flickered to life, and Nessa's image could be seen once more.

The AI's form took on a deep shade of blue as her face seemed sullen. "...A body has been discovered. The motive has not been fulfilled, and as such a trial will commence. However the Captain will gr-" the transmission was abruptly cut off as the image on the monitors were replaced by Monokuma who sat in a desk chair.

"Pupupu, sheesh! We need a bit more energy to kick things off. You kiddos better brush that weariness away, because you've got a job to do. I'd suggest you get investigating while you can. I'm looking for some great entertainment, so you better not let me down!"

The bear's raucous laughter echoed throughout the station mixed with a quiet sobbing.

Whatever tranquility had existed beforehand had been thoroughly shattered...

19 Survivors Remain

*AN* As always I want to thank everyone who helped with this chapter, and a big thank you to Poipole for submitting Kikuko. I'm so sorry she died first, I genuinely loved writing her. However the sad truth with Danganronpa is someone always has to die first. Again I appreciate you for sending her my way, I can't thank you enough!

Review Section:

PotatoSorcerer

Lol I love how many OTP's apparently formed in the last chapter. I'm sure nothing bad will happen to any of them mwhehe.

The Kobold Necromancer

Much appreciated my dude. The cast is a definite joy to write and there's quite a few characters that liven things up =)

logal

Yeah I loved the idea of Nessa being like an impressionable child and picking up good and bad habits. It'll be even more entertaining as times goes on.