((A/N: Just a place where I can put all my fake DR executions lol

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CONTENT WARNING in this execution for combustion, near-drowning, explosion))


You wake up to the smell of something familiar, something toxic. The imposing smell of gasoline wafts into your lungs and makes your head feel lighter with the lack of oxygen. Opening your eyes and looking down, you see the rope tying your arms across your chest. You dare a glance at the rest of your surroundings, and you notice you're sitting above a giant vat of gasoline- a dunk tank, to be specific. Straining your neck to look behind you, you see the terrified and guilty faces of your classmates through a glass window, but one face in the crowd looks ready to watch what you deserve.

You can hear Monokuma snickering in front of you, picking up one of the three baseballs near him. He tosses it at the target attached to the contraption you're sitting in and misses once, twice, but hits the target with the final baseball, and you gasp in shock as you plummet into the gasoline.

You cough violently as you're lifted by a comically large claw-machine-like crane, trying to get the inhaled gasoline out of your lungs, before getting dropped down a chute. The inside of the chute reeks of gunpowder and chemicals, and the red-yellow-red stripes surrounding you tell you that you're inside a fireworks cylinder.

In the distance, you can hear the distinct click of a lighter as Monokuma lights the end of a rope, the popping and hissing sparks chasing the rope quicker than you've ever seen. With no way to rub your eyes, they've been burning with irritation from the gasoline and you could just barely make out the trail of sparks headed to the base of your confines; however, the claw returns with the pointy top of the firework and it drops on you, crushing any hopes of being able to see what happens next.

You brace yourself to be majestically and beautifully shot into the sky (an appropriate and commendable end, you think to yourself) as soon as it sounds like the hissing is right below you, but something hesitates.

Dropping your guard for just a quick moment, you hoped against hope that a faulty execution meant you'd actually live after all.

Turns out, the rope wasn't for the firework; it was for the giant pile of TNT next to you. The sparks reached the end of the rope, and after a bright flash and a

BOOM

the smoke cleared to reveal the heavy smell of gunpowder, charred fabric, and burned gasoline; splatters of pink and unidentifiable pieces decorated the execution floor, still steaming from the sudden chemical reactions.

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Monokuma then runs in wearing a firefighter outfit and carrying a hose, but mockingly falls to his knees when he "realizes" he's too late.