I don't own dangan ronpa.


Makoto opened his eyes.

White walls and a brown carpet, with a white king-size bed were what welcomed him this time. In a way, it was a nice change from the previous universes of him popping in and getting killed. Only for a loud creak to interrupt the nice cool silence of the room.

"What will it be this time?" He thought and attempted to get out the bed. "What the?"

As he struggled, the sheets only gripped tighter upon him. A figure wearing a monokuma head then approached, a long sharp knife in hand. The person homed in upon him, picking up the pace. A few seconds later, silence returned to the room...