So by the sound of what you're saying in reviews, the main suspects are Katie, Bridgette and Geoff? Interesting... Well, let's see, shall we:3? One thing's for sure, the person of interest will switch many a time in this trial;). I feel as though the culprit will become clear rather early on in the trial, but oh well. c:
Also, to solve this trial, I've expanded on the events of a certain season. ;)
Trent, Gwen and the rest of the ex-Total Drama unfortunates exited the elevator warily, examining their surroundings. Forming a large circle in the middle of the room were twenty-five stands - one for each teenager and then another left over - one of which had a black-and-white portrait of Zoey standing upon it, with a blood-red 'x' marked through her face.
On the far side of the room, Monokuma was perched upon a grand chair.
"Welcome to the first class trial of Hope's Peak Academy!" Monokuma rubbed his hands together deviously. "If you all could take a place at one of the stands, that would be splendid!"
"There are twenty-five," Alejandro narrowed his eyes as he stared at the stands. "Why?" He asked, looking up to the monochrome bear. "After all, there are only twenty four-er-three of us."
"One of you was a no-show at the opening assembly," Monokuma revealed. "I sent out twenty five invites but one declined. It's a shame, really."
"LeShawna?" Harold, who was standing in between Courtney and Mike, grew a large smile.
"I won't be disclosing the name of the former contestant any time soon," Monokuma glared. "Now, take your positions."
As per the instruction, the teenagers stepped up to the stands. Trent had taken position to the right of Lindsay and to the left of Cody.
"Before we start, I should inform you how these trials work: You will piece together the events of the murder via debating and bringing forward what you found during the investigation, then you will cast a vote as to who you think the killer is. The majority vote rules. Okay?"
The teenagers nodded hesitantly.
"Great!" Monokuma clapped. "Now, let's begin the class trial!"
"D-do we have to?" Bridgette stammered; she was still clenching her hooded-jumper with tight fists, despite it being covered in blood.
"What's the matter, Bloody Mary?" Heather glared. "Feeling guilty?"
"No! I just... I don't want to go on with this knowing that we're controlling who lives and who dies..." Bridgette uttered, her voice quiet.
"Boohoo! If you don't participate I'll punish you as well as the killer, that is, if the killer is caught!" Monokuma let out a roaring laugh. "Now, on with it!"
Non-stop Debate!
"Evidently, Zoey was murdered in Trent's room," Noah, to the right of Scott and to the left of Heather, kicked off the debate. "Wouldn't that lead us to suspect Trent as the killer?"
"Not only was she in Trent's room, but his shower room," Alejandro added.
"So Zoey was attacked in the shower," Sadie put in, questionably. "But who could've gotten into Trent's room?"
"Isn't it obvious? Trent's the only one that had access to his room," Noah told the chubbier BFFFL. "E-handbooks act as keys to the bedroom doors, without them, there's no way anyone could get in. Isn't that correct, Monokuma?"
"Yes, that's correct," Monokuma nodded.
"So Trent is the killer?" said Harold, clearly shocked.
"It would seem so," Alejandro confirmed. "He's the only one that could've opened the locked door-"
"That's if the door was even locked to begin with..." Trent told the Latino. "When I left my room last night, I don't think I remembered to lock the door... Which would explain how Zoey and the killer managed to get in."
"Back to square one," Justin groaned.
"Not necessarily," said Dawn. "From the state of the lock on Trent's door, I think it's safe to assume that someone had forced the lock open."
"You're referring to the scratches, yeah?" Cody asked the moonchild. "I noticed them, too."
"Yes, I am," Dawn nodded. "And if Trent did in fact leave his door unlocked, then I'd say that someone was already inside the room at the time, most likely Zoey, barricading the door shut with something to give the idea that the door was locked. After all, why would someone try to forcibly break open a lock that was already open in the first place?"
"That would explain the turned over chest of drawers..." Courtney pondered.
"So the scratches were left by the killer?" Scott asked for reassurance.
Dawn nodded. "That would be correct."
Duncan furrowed his brow. "All of this is good, but it still doesn't clear Trent-"
"That's wrong!" Trent proclaimed.
Contradiction!
"If Zoey had managed to get into my room, the door would've had to have been unlocked," said Trent. "And if the door was unlocked, I would've known and therefore my first port of call wouldn't have been attempting to pick at the lock. Besides, I still have my e-handbook."
"Looks like the hippie-musician guy was tellin' the truth after all..." Anne Maria shook her head. "Shame on you guys for not believin' 'im."
"So, in this version of events, Zoey ran into Trent's room, and barricaded the door shut?" Justin raised a brow. "Begs the question; why didn't she go to her own room?"
"Maybe she thought she'd find safety in numbers?" Sierra suggested. "That's what I'd do." She then shot a grin Cody's way.
"I think at this point, we can safely say that Trent is not the killer," Owen declared. "Especially because he was with Katie all night. Hubba-hubba." He winked.
"Ah yes, the questionable alibi of Trent and Katie," Noah nodded. "Now that we've ruled out Trent, what about Katie? I recall her being missing this morning."
"I remember that, too!" Lindsay gasped, turning to Katie. "You didn't kill Ziva... Did you?"
"What are you talking about?!" Sadie snapped. "Katie would never do such a thing! Right, Katie?"
"R-right," Katie nodded.
"That didn't sound very convincing," Heather narrowed her eyes. "You're hiding something."
"No she isn't, Trent and Katie were with each other last night so that rules them out!" Sadie frowned. "Stop ganging up on her!"
"We'll come back to this later," Alejandro stated, appeasing an irritated Sadie. "For now, why don't we go back to focusing on why Zoey went to Trent's room and not her own, when she would've had the key to her room on her?"
"That's wrong!" Trent interjected.
Contradiction!
"When Katie was investigating, she found Zoey's e-handbook on the counter in the bathroom," Trent revealed. "She must've forgotten it there after fending off her attacker-"
"What?!" Geoff frowned. "What makes you think someone attacked her... in the bathroom? The crime scene was your bedroom!"
"It isn't always that simple," Trent shook his head slightly. "Katie, I think your testimony would come in useful right about now."
"Testimony?" Heather scowled. "What testimony? Are you saying she lied about being with you last night?!"
"Yes," Katie sighed, causing almost everyone to form a look of shock on their face. "Trent was with me last night, but he fell asleep just before 1am..."
"And by saying that you were with him all night, you gave yourself an alibi!" Scott finished what he presumed Katie would have said. "Sneaky..."
"No! I was trying to protect Trent - he didn't do it!"
"Oh yeah? How were you so sure about that before, in the gym?" Heather glared at her. "I was right... You were hiding something."
"I was sure about it because when I was going to the bathroom, I heard voices. Looking back on it, it was probably Zoey and someone else. I got scared so I quckly rushed into the bathroom. Then, Zoey came in, well, I presume it was Zoey because afterwards her e-handbook was there," Katie revealed. "Zoey was crying, and then someone else came in, probably the person she was talking to, and they started arguing again... After that, Zoey pushed the other person into the stalls, and they fell right outside my stall..." She faded out. "Anyway, I know it wasn't Trent because when I heard the voices, Trent was still in my room."
"Sounds pretty far-fetched for an alibi,"said Noah. "And that's if we even care to take your word for it; this could all be an elaborate make-believe story."
"She's telling the truth," Trent put in. "I investigated the bathroom with her. Everything there corroborates her testimony."
Courtney rolled her eyes. "All this time and we've only managed to rule out Trent, and possibly Katie. Did you find anything else in there that might help us determine the killer's identity?"
"Potentially," Trent told the C.I.T. "In the bin, there were scraps of ripped up, blood-stained white fabric. It could've been a towel, I'm not sure. Monokuma summoned us just as I came across it so I didn't have much time to investigate."
"I think we've got enough information about the bathroom for just now," Gwen interrupted. "How about we focus on the murder weapon; the knife?" She said, opening up a picture of the knife.
"So one of us killed Zoey with that knife?" Sadie's eyes widened as she looked everyone up and down. "That sounds so... So gruesome."
Gwen, however, had noticed an all-important detail that Sadie hadn't picked up on. "Except it wasn't just any knife... It was a kitchen knife."
"Yeah, so?" Duncan raised a brow.
"So... It means the knife came from the kitchen," Gwen told the delinquent.
"Ooh, ooh, Izzy and Owen were in the kitchen last night!" Izzy raised her hand wildly. "For four hours and thirty seven minutes to be specific!"
"That's... a long time to be in the same room..." Tyler gave Izzy a funny look.
Owen chuckled. "Me and Izzy were having a pie eating contest... then a hotdog eating contest... then a cake eating-"
"So, Owen, Izzy, did anyone here, myself included, enter the kitchen last night?" Gwen asked the duo. "Well, actually, I know for a fact that I did."
Izzy and Owen both took a moment to think. "Well, now that you ask... Yeah," Owen uttered, confused.
"Yeah, it was just Noah, Lindsay, you and Zoey that came," Izzy told the Goth. "Noah came around 5-ish, but he just left right away, then Zoey came around 7pm - she walked around for a bit and then left, you came shortly afterwards and Lindsay came last, looking for her bedroom."
Most of the teens then looked at Lindsay; they would have been laughing if not for the situation. "What?" Lindsay blushed. "I got lost..."
"So either Noah, Gwen or Lindsay was the killer?" Sadie looked determined. "That narrows it down a lot!"
"No, Sadie, not necessarily," Gwen confirmed. "Because neither Lindsay nor Noah picked up the knife. Zoey and myself, however..."
"What?!" Mike frowned. "I hope you're not implying what I think you are!"
"You can't possibly be arguing that Zoey was the one to kill herself?!" Courtney furrowed a brow. "That's absurd given all of the evidence!... Wait," She narrowed her eyes. "Is this leading to a confession?!"
"That's not what I'm arguing at all, and no, this is not a confession," Gwen replied to the CIT. "However, I do know for a fact that Zoey was the one to take the knife from the kitchen, and then I was the one to return it."
"But the knife was still... protruding," Bridgette gulped. "From Zoey... You didn't return it at all?"
Alejandro glared at the Goth with a look of disbelief plastered across his face. "Care to explain?"
Gwen sighed. "Last night, around 7pm, I went for a walk to clear my head; on my way back, I noticed that Zoey's door was ajar, so I decided to check up on her just in case something like this had happened," She revealed. "That's when I saw it; Zoey was sitting on the edge of her bed, crying, with the knife in her hand."
Flashback...
"Is that a knife?!" Gwen exclaimed, horrified at the sight. Her volume had caused Zoey to flinch and instinctively shove the knife under her pillow. "Zoey, what the heck?!"
"I-It's not what it looks like! H-Honest!" Zoey proclaimed through her tears.
"Well what is it then?!"
Zoey grew quiet. "It's... It's nothing," Her head hung.
"Who?" Gwen uttered, in a much quieter voice.
Zoey looked up. "What do you mean?"
"Who is it?" Gwen repeated. "Who were you going to kill with that?"
"What?" Zoey's face looked disgusted. "No one! How could you even think that?!"
"Don't lie to me, Zoey," Gwen glared at the redhead.
"I'm not lyi-"
"Save it," Gwen sighed. "You've obviously been crying, so unless you've got an onion under there, it's obvious you were planning on hurting someone with that knife."
Zoey looked away, unable to face Gwen. "It's... It's not like that,"
"Well what is it like then Zoey?!" Gwen's volume spiked. "'Cause it looks pretty damn suspicious that you'd-"
"Me!" Zoey exclaimed, her eyes watering once more. "I just wanted to make it all stop..."
"What are you talking about?"
"You asked who I was going to kill with the knife," Zoey began to clarify, wiping away a tear that was rolling down her cheek. "The answer is me; myself; Zoey..."
Each and every teenager in the room was silent due to the shock of Gwen's testimony. "That's why she took the knife." Gwen began to finish. "We talked for a while afterwards, and then she gave me the knife and I left. She must've went back for another later on..." Her eyes fell down to the floor. "I... I could've stopped her. I should have stopped her... Then she never would've had the knife, and..."
"Oh, please," Heather rolled her eyes. "You expect us to believe that Little Miss Sunshine-and-rainbows was suicidal?"
"Gwen, you did the best you could," Trent told the girl, who was looking extremely frustrated with herself, disregarding Heather's comment. "Hang on, Owen, Izzy, what time did you two leave the kitchen?"
"Around eight," Izzy informed the musician. "Just after Lindsay."
"So Zoey must've returned to the kitchen some time post 8pm," Dawn concluded.
Trent recalled that he had seen Zoey in the hallway whilst waiting for Katie. "8:15, to be specific."
"So you saw Zoey going to the kitchen?" Duncan asked the musician.
Trent nodded. "I left my room at 8:15pm and made way for Katie's room. When I was waiting for Katie to open the door, Zoey walked past, heading for the kitchen."
"So it looks like Zoey did go back to get the knife once Gwen had returned it..." Geoff narrowed his eyes. "So now we know what happened up until 8:15-ish. Do we know anything else?"
"Using the evidence we have so far, yes," Dawn nodded her head. "There are pieces of evidence that we could use to build a series of events whilst inside Trent's room. So far, we know that frantically, Zoey rushed into Trent's room and barricaded the door shut with the nearest thing she could find. This led the killer to believe that the door was locked, and so they tried picking at the lock, leaving trace evidence behind. Once the killer had gained entry, Zoey must have defended herself in some some of duel, which would explain the slashes in the wall-paper. Zoey managed to fend off her attacker for a brief moment to get into Trent's bathroom-"
"Hang on," Trent furrowed his brow. "My bathroom door is awkward; there's a certain method to opening it and Monokuma and I are the only ones that know how."
"That's correct." Monokuma nodded.
"Perhaps Zoey just managed to get lucky?" Alejandro suggested. "Surely it wouldn't take a mastermind to figure out how to open an unlocked door?"
"There is that idea, I suppose..." Trent shrugged.
"Around the lock and handle to the bathroom door, there were also traces of this white-yellow substance..." Dawn informed everyone. "So the killer must have thought that both doors were locked."
"Which serves to further clear Trent's name, as he would've known that both doors were not locked." Courtney concluded. "Now we just need to figure out what this substance could be."
"Let's not dwell on what was used to break in, but who broke in," said Bridgette. "We keep going round in circles!"
"Ah, yes, Bridgette," Alejandro glanced across the room at the surfer girl. "You were the one that was discovered at the crime scene, covered in blood, yes?"
"Y-Yes..." Bridgette stuttered, hesitant in making eye contact. "Why?"
"How did you end up there?"
Bridgette took a few moments before responding. "Th-this morning, I went to see Trent... To thank him for trying to calm me down yesterday..." She informed everyone. "Th-that's why I was there... I saw the state of the door, a-and thinking the worst, I rushed inside. That's wh-when I saw Zoey... I tried to help her but I couldn't... I didn't know what to do... I'm sorry..."
Alejandro narrowed his eyes. "I see you wear a white vest-top under your hoody."
Bridgette looked down at her top and then back up to Alejandro. "Wh-what of it?"
"Oh, nothing," Alejandro lied. "I'd just like to ask Trent a question," He turned to the musician. "Answer me this: what colour were the fabrics in the bin in the bathrooms?"
Trent froze, before glancing at Bridgette and then back at Alejandro. "White. Wh-"
"Interersting," Alejandro nodded. "And they were soaked in blood, were they?"
"Well, yeah-"
"So is it a possibility that the ripped up fabrics actually formed a top?" Alejandro asked. "A top that belonged to Bridgette?"
Trent looked nervous. "I-"
"No!" Bridgette exclaimed, furiously looking at the Latino teen across from her.
Contradiction!
"Once I found Zoey's body, I didn't leave!" Bridgette proclaimed. "And on top of that; why would I only get rid of my top, if my hoody was covered in blood as well, huh?! Answer me that! And then," She paused to breathe. "And then, why would I go back to the crime-scene and stay with the body until the others showed up?! Your theory makes no sense!"
As Bridgette proceeded to hyper-ventilate, Alejandro displayed a sinister grin, laughing. "Thank you, Bridgette, you've been most helpful."
"The heck, dude?!" Geoff furrowed his brow. "What do you think you're doing?!"
"Luring the real culprit into a false sense of security," Alejandro replied simply. "You see, I've deduced the identity of the killer. I'm surprised nobody else has managed to, really. But maybe that's because not all of you are aware of the events of the final day of Total Drama All-Stars."
"You've officially lost me, Al," said Duncan, a confused look on his face.
"Allow me to explain," Alejandro smiled. "Ten of us here in this room were there on the island, correct?" He asked for reassurance, looking around the room from his left to his right: Gwen, Owen, Lindsay, Courtney, Mike, Duncan, Sierra, Heather, Scott and himself. "Whether you were in a balloon or partaking in the challenge, you were there."
"Don't remind me," Courtney gagged, glancing to the side to Owen.
Mike looked concerned. "What has All-Stars got to do with this?!"
"It's got everything to do with this," said Alejandro. "You five that didn't get released from the balloons on that day, Lindsay, Courtney, Duncan, Sierra and Scott, may I ask where you ended up?"
The five in question looked at each other, confused. "The island." They all said.
"The production crew managed to get the balloons back down," Courtney revealed. "Good thing, too. They'd have been dealt an extensive law suit if they hadn't."
"Just as I suspected," Alejandro said. "So you were all present on Wawanakwa at the time it sunk?"
Lindsay nodded. "Yeah!"
"Thank you, Lindsay," Alejandro flashed a devious smile. "Now, the rest of you may get on with your trial."
"Excuse me?!" Anne Maria furrowed her brow. "You just said you knew who the killer was. Just tell us!"
"If push comes to shove, I will voice my theory," Alejandro told the tan-in-a-can. "However, for the time being, I find you all debating to be amusing."
Bridgette glared at the Latino. "You're sick..."
"Look, guys," Gwen said sternly. "Alejandro won't give in any time soon, so I suggest we try and figure out the killer's identity for ourselves."
"We still need to figure out what left those traces in the door-locks," Katie put in. "That might help us?"
"That's it!" Gwen's face lit up, as though she had just made an all-important realisation. Alejandro smirked.
"What's it?" Katie looked confused. "Did I say something?"
"The white-yellow fragments," Gwen thought aloud. "Dawn, what would you have described them as?"
"Well, it was rather hard to make any deductions," said Dawn. "But if I had to guess, it'd be some kind of bone or t-"
"Tooth?"
"... Yes."
"I see Gwen appears to have caught on," Alejandro smirked. "Though I can't really blame most of you for not noticing."
"Caught on to what?" Trent raised a brow. "Am I missing something?"
"Yeah, I'm... Really... Really confused." Sadie added.
Gwen then turned to the person she suspected of committing the murder. "Well, Scott, are they missing anything?"
Scott furrowed his brow. "What? Why are you asking me?!"
"Well, the locks were messed with by some sort of tooth," Gwen clarified. "And you're notorious for carrying around one of Fang's teeth, aren't you?"
"Well, yeah," Scott muttered. "But I lost that ages ago! Fang took it off me, remember?"
Mike looked sceptical. "And in the finale of All-Stars, Fang had all his teeth... Well, until I knocked it out."
"And shortly after that is when it came into my possession," Alejandro added. "Might I add, that I do recall losing the tooth at the challenge area,"
"Exactly!" Scott nodded his head vigorously. "There's no way I could've possibly gotten it back!"
"No..." Courtney raised her hand to her mouth. "Scott..."
The dirt-farmer looked at the C.I.T, laughing nervously. "What? You can't seriously be buying this, right?!"
"You... You killed Zoey..." Courtney's bottom lip began to tremble, her eyes fixated on Scott.
"Courtney? What are you talking about?!" Scott furrowed his brow. "I'm innocent!"
"No..." Courtney shook her head slightly. "When the filming crew got us out of our balloons, they gathered us all together, but you... You disappeared..." She gulped. "You went to go get that tooth... Didn't you?"
"First off, I didn't disappear anywhere, and secondly-"
"Don't lie to me, Scott!" Courtney snapped. "Don't... Don't lie..."
Dawn, who was standing to Scott's left, spoke up. "If you truly are innocent," She began. "Show us the contents of your pockets. "If someone were to go to all that effort to get the tooth back, they'd most likely carry it with them. It'd be too dangerous to leave it in your room what with it being so close to Trent's... So show us your pockets..."
"You can't be serious!?" Scott furrowed his brow, glaring at the moon-child. "I'm innocent until proven guilty, not guilty until proven innocent! I'm not the culprit you idiots! I'm not!"
"Scott, just give up..." Gwen sighed at Scott's over-defensiveness.
"I'M NOT THE KILLER!" Scott exclaimed, furious. "I'M... Not..."
"The white fabric in the bathroom bin was your vest, wasn't it?" Trent asked the dirt-farm-boy with a look of seriousness and determination on his face. "You were angry and disgusted with yourself because of what you'd done and you tore it off and ripped it apart, before disposing of it..."
"That shirt could belong to anyone!" Scott yelled.
"No, Scott, it couldn't," said Trent. "Not with the other evidence that puts you in the frame. It can only be yours."
"Trent, it would seem that everything is starting to make sense." Gwen said solemnly. "To answer all the questions..."
"This is the whole picture of the crime," Trent said, determined. "In the early hours of the morning, the culprit and Zoey had for some reason or other managed to bump into each other in the corridor. However, they were not the only ones awake at this time, as Katie had also decided to go to the bathroom. Sometime shortly after, Zoey burst into the bathroom, crying, and was closely followed by the culprit. Tensions were running high, and the result of this was Zoey pushing the soon-to-be culprit into the stall doors and making a swift exit. However, after leaving her e-handbook on the bathroom worktop, Zoey frantically searched for another place to escape from the culprit; that place being my bedroom. Zoey barricaded the door shut, which caused the killer to assume that the door was locked. Angry, they tried to pick at the lock using some kind of tooth, before giving in and pushing it open. From there, Zoey tried to defend herself from the attacker, and managed to quickly retreat into the shower-room. This was not enough to prevent the attacker from getting to her though, as they tried to pick that lock as well, before forcing entry."
"Once inside the shower-room, the culprit pinned Zoey against the wall and overpowered her, stealing the knife she was using to defend herself away, and used it to kill her." Trent grimaced at the thought. "Once Zoey was dead, the culprit needed to dispose of the evidence, and rushed back to the bathroom, where they ripped their blood-stained shirt off and shoved it in the bin and quickly cleaned them-self up. That's what happened, isn't it, Scott?"
"Do you have any objections?" Gwen asked the farm-boy.
Scott stood in silence for a few moments. "... I-I was hungry... Sh-She was bleeding..." He muttered.
Trent furrowed his brow. "What?"
"Last night... I left my room to go to the kitchen... but I bumped into Zoey... She was bleeding..." Scott repeated. "I asked her what was wrong but she just said it was none of my business and ran to the bathroom..."
Sadie leaned over to Katie. "I really don't like this..." She shook her head.
"I ran after her because I was worried, but when I tried to speak to her in the bathroom, she shoved me away," Scott shuddered. "That's when she turned the knife on me, before running away... Nobody... Nobody threatens me like that..."
Heather shook her head. "You disgust me. The girl was on edge and you were annoyed that she pushed you over?!"
"SHE PULLED A KNIFE ON ME!" Scott exclaimed. "That bitch was messed up!"
"Y-You killed Zoey..." Mike uttered, horrified.
"What do you care?!" Scott narrowed his eyes. "You two were over anyway!"
Courtney's eyes began to tear up. "H-How could you?" She frowned slightly, but couldn't keep it up for too long as she felt too drained.
"Don't give me that!" Scott frowned. "You don't care what happens to me; you never did!"
Courtney looked away, a pained expression on her face.
"Upupupu," Monokuma laughed. "It seems your discussions have led to a result, so let's start the voting! You guys must vote using the buttons in front of you. Who will be the guilty party?"
The monochrome bear then pulled the lever to a slot machine, which spun before revealing Scott's face three times. "That's correct!" He cheered. "The one that killed Zoey was none other than dirt-farmer Scott!"
Scott tried to stand with his head held high, putting on a brave face. "Just get it over with."
"As you all successfully managed to identify the blackened, I have a special punishment in store for Scott..."
Execution: Gull, Gull, Goosed.
Scott's eyes opened to see water. He was on a speed-boat back at Lake Wawanakwa. However, he soon began to feel pain in his limbs, causing him to notice that he wasn't just on a speed-boat, but he was on crammed into one of the gull-cannons from season four, in the third slot. He frantically tried to wriggle around but he couldn't. The space was just too small for his writhing body to escape from. His eyes then darted about, only to land on the driver of the boat: Monokuma. The dirt-farmer tried to scream but no noise came out.
The cannon then spun around, revealing the operator to be Fang, who was grinning deviously. The shark also had his tooth back in place.
Smug with control, Fang fired the first gull. BANG. Scott was sent down to the second level with a thud.
Once more, Scott tried to scream, but nothing. It were as if he had lost his voice, despite being able to talk not five minutes ago.
BANG. The second gull was fired into the distance, and Scott dropped down another level. However, Scott soon noticed that the seagulls that had been fired from the cannon began to fly away. This brought a little bit of hope to the blackened dirt-farmer.
Without hesitation, Fang then fired for the third time, sending a shiver down Scott's spine. Then the shark fired again, and again, and again, until the pressure built up so much that the cannon exploded, sending Scott hurtling into the air.
As Scott was sent flying, Fang took a seat next to Monokuma at the front.
In the air, it felt as though time had stopped for Scott. He smiled, as he was free from the enclosed space he was previously confined to. He happily looked up at the sunset. However, his smile soon faded as he began to lose altitude, and began falling back down. That was when he noticed the buoy-bomb that he was headed for. No matter how much he tried to move, he couldn't.
...BOOM.
The dirt-farmer collided with the bomb, his body exploding along with it. His blood went everywhere, including the boat. However, the boat didn't stop. Instead, Monokuma simply switched on the windscreen-wipers to wipe the blood away, revealing his and Fang's grinning faces.
Executed: Scott.
Courtney looked on, her eyes almost emptied of emotion as a tear rolled down her cheek.
"That was intense!" Monokuma cackled. "Oh the despair!"
"You're sick, man..." Geoff managed, gagging.
"I'm just punishing criminals here," Monokuma shrugged. "Scott was the one that killed young Zoey, remember?"
"Stop it!" Courtney snapped. "Just... stop..."
Scott was the killer! I know that would've been nearly impossible to work out without the All-Stars clue but yeah. I was dead-set on including Fang's tooth in Scott's murder so I had to make it work:3! Hopefully it was believable enough and once more, I'm sorry about the update time!