I don't own Dangan Ronpa.


Makoto opened his eyes.

Instead of finding himself in the usual classroom setting, our luckster was currently in the middle of freefalling. Even worse, someone had the balls to leave some potted petunias in his hands. They weren't even nice petunias, more the sort that someone had gotten at a bargain sale and wanted to pass it off as the real mccoy.

"What the hell am I supposed to do with these?!" he screeched and looked up above. There, a sperm whale of all creatures awaited. Or would've, if not for the fact that it crushed Makoto without a second thought.