Marcel and I were eating dinner with Tommy, Shana, Ollie, and Mikayla. All of us were chatting about various things and laughing at the jokes Marcel was cracking up. He may not be the brightest guy but he knew how to make us all laugh.

Even Mikayla was chuckling but I noticed she was still not fully with us. That was made even more apparent when she was the first one to get up and go with food still on her tray. She didn't seem fazed as she threw her food away and then the entire tray and dishes. I was the only one who noticed the sad aura radiating from her soul while the others were too involved in the conversation Shana and Tommy were having to see Mikayla so I knew they wouldn't notice me leaving.

I quickly inhaled as much of my scraps of food as I could like Kirby before I quickly threw my garbage away and took my dishes to the kitchen. After dropping them off I bolted out of the cafeteria hoping I didn't lose Mikayla. But luck wasn't there for me this time.

I looked around not seeing which way Mikayla could have gone so I figured the best thing I could do was spitball it. I ran over to the most likely place I thought she'd be.

I ran up to the second floor and peeked into the pool. No sign of her here. Then it was the fitness room next but no luck. I was getting a bit worried as I looked into the next room confident she'd be in the Nurse's Office, considering she was a doctor of sorts. But whoever was in charge of handling luck they were not on my side today because she wasn't there either.

I felt my heart rate increase at her sudden disappearance. I was beginning to panic.

BAM!

A loud crash sounded outside the door and I jumped from it. Before I could move the familiar bell rung.

Ding Dong Bing Bong

The monitor in the room veered to life as appeared on the screen and gave his normal nighttime announcement. After it ended I rushed over to the door of the office. But as soon as I did the lights suddenly shut off with the exception of one light above the file cabinet by the desk.

'Guess Monokuma does care about paying electric bills. Or maybe he just doesn't want me to see anything and get me killed for stumbling into a place I shouldn't be.' I thought before reaching for the door.

I quietly opened the door and noticed the crash from before was caused by someone in the now dark hallway with a bag that looked considerably big. I could see that this dark figure was placing a bunch of pieces back in with big metallic clashing from these pieces that were most definitely heavy.

I felt that fear in my heart rise again thinking it was someone who just came from the school store with weapons galore they had tucked away. What else could be making that much noise?

The shadow of a person soon stood up and began walking away from me. Luckily the school's lighting system was treated like any other with one light always on in smaller rooms and every few lights were on in the hallways so you could still navigate in the otherwise dark facility.

The mystery figure was quickly approaching the closest light to them and my mind began racing through the possibilities of who it could be. "That's gotta be Melinda with her hunting gear or maybe Paul with his hacking equipment. Or… maybe Mikayla. She did suddenly vanish after dinner so maybe." I whispered to myself.

But the true answer completely shocked me as the shine of a familiar head soon caught me off guard. The reason I wasn't able to see this person at all was due to the fact he was as dark as the darkness. "What? Damian?"

Damian stopped perfectly under the light and looked around cautiously. "Does he not want to be followed?" I asked myself quietly as I saw him continue onward toward the stairs to the third floor. I had to know what was going on. Why would Damian be sneaking around at this time? There's only one reason I would think someone would be sneaking away like this at night. But there's no way Damian would ever think about that! Wouldn't he?

I quickly yet silently followed after him like a ninja. Luckily I had been the lead actor for a spy movie once acting for the role of a child agent named "Tim Probable" and Terry acted as my choreography coach, teaching me the stealth techniques I needed to know to play the role correctly.

Anyway, I seemed to be in the clear as I followed Damian trying to rack my brain around this. I was trying to think of any reason why he would be sneaking up to the third floor at night, with a giant bag full of clanging parts, and with no one's knowledge of his activities. But all that came up was the one answer I dreaded more than anything. Especially in the middle of a killing game.

Soon Damian sidestepped and entered a room. When the door closed I rushed to it and saw he entered the little theater room. Luckily with my knowledge of the stage, both big and small and considering I had already seen the room I knew it had a back entrance to the backstage and the stage itself. I wanted to ensure Damian doesn't notice me and obviously going through the front wasn't a smart idea.

I made my way around the room down the hall and got to the back entrance. While the front door's window was blocked by a mini curtain, the back entrance was curtain free so I was able to see in through the double door and their small windows.

I saw the stage lights on but Damian wasn't in sight. This was the small window (no pun intended) of opportunity I needed and I took it, quietly opening the door and squeezing myself in before gently closing the door with as little noise as possible.

It seemed to work as I didn't hear Damian calling out demanding me to identify myself or him scuttling off. I tiptoed my way in to peer around the wall and I saw Damian kneeling down in front of the bag, his back turned to me, as he pulled out two long, thick rods.

"No." I couldn't believe what I was seeing. He really is doing what I was hoping he wouldn't. The smart thing to do would be to inform the others but my body reacted faster than my brain as I was now rushing over to Damian shouting, "Damian! Please don't do this!"

Damian suddenly jolted up and around to face me but suddenly the next thing I knew was the end of one of the poles striking me in the temple. I quickly fell down now lightheaded and numb. I saw everything begin to go dark but I heard Damian shouting. It was muffled but it sounded panicked. Either way, I knew this was it. This was the moment I died.

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At least that's how I was sure it was but the next thing I knew I was feeling something soft and wet dab at my head, stirring me awake. My eyes blurred a bit as I looked up. Damian was patting a damp rag on my head. He soon made eye contact with me and smiled.

"Glad to see you weren't greeted to death's bed. If you weren't breathing I was sure I'd be the next blackened." Damian said.

I soon sat up feeling the left side of my head just throbbing. That's when I noticed we were in the Nurse's Office with me in a bed and Damian sitting next to me as he brought a glass of water and some Tylenol to my face.

"You got a nasty goose egg there. Best not to touch it. Unless you're a sadist like Melinda." He said snarkily. I chuckled as I took the pain meds and popped them in my mouth before taking the water and drinking it down.

When I finished he took the cup and looked at me with a serious face, his smile now gone. "Dude, I gotta say you scared the ever-living daylights out of me twice today! When you jumped outta nowhere and when you got clocked in the head. I was so sure I had killed you, man. Now, why in the world were you sneaking up on me like that? That was so not cool." Damian lectured me.

I looked back at him with the same serious look he gave me. "I could ask you that too. Why were you sneaking around on the third floor at night with that giant bag?"

Damian didn't seem to stir from my question. He simply answered me. "I didn't want anyone to know."

"Know what? That you were planning to kill someone?" I asked him.

His expression quickly morphed as he was now looking me dead in the eye in complete and total… shock? "What!? Hell no! Kai, I know I may be acting suspiciously right now but I swear on my life I was not planning a murder!"

"Then why were you up in the little theatre at night? What were those poles and the other stuff in that bag?" I retaliated.

"Poles? You mean my stand?" Damian asked me.

I looked to him confused. "Stand?"

He nodded. "Yeah. I may have accidentally hit you with my stand but didn't the blow feel softer then it should have?"

Thinking back on it the force he swung around with was fast and with how big that metal stand was the damage I should have taken should have easily done more than leave an uncomfortable bump.

"Yeah?" I replied a bit unsure since I was quickly unconscious after the blow.

"It's because the ends of my stand are covered by rubber pieces so it doesn't scratch the floor," Damian responded.

I blinked at him. "Then what is the stand for? What were you secretly carrying with you?"

Damian smiled. "What else? My DJ set." He then reached down and lifted up his bag before unzipping the top to show me his tech and gizmos that make up his setup for his DJ stuff. There were so many dials and buttons I couldn't even begin to comprehend what each one did.

"Wow, there are so many different switches and other controls. How do you keep track of them all?" I asked him.

"It's honestly not terribly difficult actually. When I began I only focused on these ones. The volume for each channel, the auxiliary if I have a third device like my iPad or my phone to add more music to the mix, and what each channel is playing. Then the more advanced buttons and controls I learned as I progressed." Damian explained as he pointed everything out for me.

He then continued to talk about his equipment and everything he does when it comes to his DJ career. He tends to choose tracks he knows will suit the scene. This also applies to his own music and the compositions he writes. Interestingly enough any of the songs he thinks will fail actually end up being great hits according to the audience. And some that he thinks will go down well are less well-received. He can usually tell by how many people are dancing. If he has a mass exodus from the stage, either people are tired and want a break, or they don't appreciate the track as much. He tries not to be affected by this, as this is his signal which lets him know what doesn't work, so he can put something on that brings people back to the floor. I found it all so interesting and astounding.

I smiled big at him. "That's so cool. So what made you want to DJ?"

Damian smiled as his eyes stared dreamily ahead. "Well I was maybe 9 or 10 at the time and all I can remember is how I loved music. My Mama would take me and my siblings to our local gospel church and the songs we'd sing were fun and angelic. It was all great and I liked it but I felt like there was something more I could be doing with music."

"Mama told me I'd one day become the priest of the church and it sounded nice but I felt like it wasn't for me. Then one day I overheard some buddies of mine talking about some rave and I had no idea what they were talking about but once they mentioned dancing with girls they liked I knew I wanted to go. I didn't tell Mama since I knew she would make me stay home on a school night."

"I easily snuck out since she needed to take care of my little brothers and sister and I said I needed to get my homework done. I met up with my buddies and we got into the building. I soon saw the DJ was a black man who I'd come to learn was DJ Jazzy Jeff, a highly influential DJ. He was the one performing and when he started I didn't know what he was doing but then the music began picking up and then it kept getting more intense. As the beat got faster so did my heart and when the music and lights hit it's peak and began blaring out I thought my heart erupted. The music and lights felt so hypnotic and compelling that I found myself jumping and dancing to the music without realizing it. While the performance went on my friends were getting tired and went home but not me. I was there for the entire show from 8 PM to 2 AM."

I blinked in shock. "2 AM?!"

Damian chuckled. "Absolutely. After the show was over I just knew this was what I was missing. The adrenaline and thrill I got from the DJ were exhilarating but I knew attending more shows wouldn't be enough. I knew I had to be in the DJ's shoes and feel what it's like to be the one who gives the audience that same blood-pumping excitement."

"That's amazing. What did your family think?" Kai asked Damian.

Damian's smile slowly vanished as he looked away. "My siblings like it but…" He paused.

Kai continued. "You're mom didn't?"

"I… I'd rather not talk about it. Not yet anyway." Damian muttered.

I nodded my understanding of him before speaking, "So why are you sneaking up to the little theatre room during nighttime?"

Damian scratched his cheek with a chuckle. "Well you know things have been getting tense for everyone after the last class trial and not everyone has exactly been the same since. So I was gonna plan to put on a party for everyone. Ya know to help everyone cool off and have fun in spite of this twisted killing game."

I smiled at Damian. "That's really cool of you." A thought quickly entered my head and I put my hand on top of his. "I wanna help."

Damian looked at me in surprise. "Wazzat?"

"I wanna help you put on your performance. I know more than just acting; I can do anything involved in the theatre like sounds and lighting, makeup and costumes. You can focus on your DJ sets and I'll handle the stage and boards." I told him.

Damian took my hand in both of his hands and squeezed. "Kai, you're some kind of an angel contributor to the musical world. This will help out so much. I can now plan on putting the show on two nights from tonight. With your help, we can do this party sooner than I was thinking."

But suddenly…

Bing Bong Ding Dong

'Huh? An announcement at this hour?' I thought.

"Emergency! Emergency! Everyone, meet up in the auditorium immediately!" Monokuma cried out before the screen went black.

A chill went through my spine. "Oh no… please don't tell me."

"We better hurry down there. Can you walk?" Damian asked me.

I slowly got out of the bed and was able to stand with no complications. I nodded to him which he nodded back as we walked down to the first floor and back to the auditorium.

Everyone has already gathered in the auditorium as we received glares for more than a few of the others. "What took you so long to get here?" Paul asked irritably.

Before we could explain the situation he interrupted us. "Allow me to explain."

We all turned back to the auditorium stage to the desk sitting there and saw Monokuma pop up and land on the desk. "Puhuhu. Now as you know I am more than happy to encourage my students to make the best of their communal lives here and so I'd like to make it official. Two days from today Damian is gonna host a party just for you all!

The others looked back at us. Tommy had a big grin on his face. "Is that true? We're going to have a party with the Ultimate DJ as the host?" Damian nodded as most everyone quickly began cheering.

"Finally, a break from this hellhole," Shana shouted triumphantly.

"I've always wanted to see how big-city folk like y'all party. I'm more stoked than poachers gearin' up for the huntin' season," Willie replied.

Ollie looked away. "I… I think it'll be an enlightening experience."

But not everyone looked so pleased. No surprise with who they were.

Paul rolled his eyes. "I'm not being forced to attend something so pointless, am I?"

"Well I understand not all of you are extroverted social companions so in this case, I'll make it mandatory to be in attendance for at minimum one hour. You should live your communal life in the school however you please. However, will everyone be okay with this?" Monokuma asked with a spine-chilling tone.

"What does that mean man?" Marcel asked worryingly.

"It means it's the motive time!" Monokuma cheered as three envelopes we're now in his hand. "Now then I'm gonna ask one of you to pick one of these envelopes and that will become your next motive. Let's see if everyone is still willing to accept living in the school forever."

Monokuma's eyes scanned over us until the landed on… "You!" He shouted pointing at…

"Me?" Damian asked in shock.

"I choose you my Nigel!" Monokuma said before looking away. "I was gonna say something else but the white half of me would sound racist."

Damian gulped nervously knowing he couldn't say no given our situation as his trembling eyes looked over the envelopes. "Um… I choose… the one on the right."

Monokuma then shredded up the other two with his claws and held up the one chosen. "Alrighty! The next motive has been selected! And the winner is…"

He slowly opened the letter, gasped, and began chuckling evilly. "...is a good one. Your next motive is one of you will be going to Disneyland!"

We stared at him blankly. "You can't be serious." Melinda deadpanned.

"You're right. I'm not. But it is the place where dreams come true so it felt appropriate to say." Monokuma confessed.

My heart suddenly felt like it was skipping a beat. "Then our next motive to kill is our dreams?"

"Not just your dreams; your big dream, your hidden wish, your deepest desire. No matter how trivial or out-of-reach your biggest dream is, I want you to grab it and make it come true! And if you successfully kill someone I will ensure that dream comes true no matter what. Even if I have to die to make it happen!" Monokuma told us with an eerily optimistic nature.

"Our biggest desire will come true if we kill? That's some kind of mess up man!" Marcel cried out.

"Some? Try out of this world insane! I can't believe you'd have the resources to make any outlandish dream come true!" Shana shrieked.

Paul's eyes rolled. "You really don't think he can?"

Shana blinked. "What?"

"Look around. This government-funded school is completely shut off from everything else. We have food coming in to replenish what we use, traps for punishment set up everywhere, and the big things are that Monokuma has been able to make executions that are suited for each blackened who has died and has cleaned up all the destruction and death that has happened as if they never happened at all. It's clear as day to see the bear has more than enough resources at his disposal." Paul elucidated.

"What an insightful young man you are. It's as he said I have more than enough resources to make your dream come true. Just kill someone and your biggest dream will soon become your reality! Bwahahahah!" He let out a wild cackle and promptly vanished as usual.

"Just when I thought we'd get a break that snake had to ruin everythin' again." Willie groaned out.

Damian stepped forward. "And we don't have to let him run our lives. I don't want to live here forever but I do want to take a break from all this insanity. Let's just forget Monokuma, the motive, the killing game, and just have fun at the party."

"He's right, " I replied, "Let's take this opportunity to actually enjoy ourselves. I'm sure it'll help everyone settle down until we can find a way out."

Everyone nodded as we soon began making our way out and back to bed. I didn't know what time it was and I didn't care thanks to the night I had. The moment I got in my dorm and plopped on the bed I was instantly asleep.

I finally am back! Sorry for the long wait. I have had big things going on in my life and it's been prolonging me from getting back on track with this fanfiction. Hopefully you enjoyed the new chapter and look forward to the next. But until next time enjoy your despairful time until I return. Puhuhuhu~