Makoto opened his eyes.

He was the desk and chair like before, yet something felt off. Maybe it was the monokuma theme playing in the background, or the occasional upupupupu coming from outside.

"I f****** hate the author." the luckster thought, getting up from the desk and opened the door. Outside, it looked like a monokuma convention, with tons of monokuma's piling right towards them. The robots immediately headed towards him, all in attack mode. A few minutes later, all that remained was a pile of dust...