"A...a time machine?" The emotionless boy asked, his eyes dark and empty, and his hands shaking impulsively.

Monokuma laughed

"I was only joking!" Monkuma placed his soft black paw on his face and giggled cheerfully, gesturing towards the strange piece of machinery in front of the students.

The boy clenched his fists, and his face grew pale before he stormed out of the lab, clearly flustered.

The strange boy was no other than Kiyotaka Ishimaru: The Ultimate Moral Compass. He was a paradigm of truth, intelligence and caring... but such things had caused his downfall. He was considered odd and uptight by the majority of his fellow students, yet none particularly detested him. He was just who he was, nothing more nothing less.

Ishimaru sat down at the dining table in the hall, and placed his cold face into his hands.

"He- he's gone." He muttered

"Mondo... brother..."

He had thought that he could prevent murderous intent from rising up in any of the students by supporting everyone... but he had already failed twice. He would have never expected his own friend t-

No, he didn't want to think about it. All he knew was that... that...

"It's... It's all my fault!"

Ishimaru began to feel his eyes welling up with red hot tears, but rubbed furiously at them, making his crimson eyes bloodshot and dazed. It just had to be his fault, after all, his only purpose was to protect the students and promote success... if he couldn't even protect his friends... Mondo, Chihiro... Then was use was he? Once again he began to growl as tears attempted to escape from his strained eyes, Ishimaru pulled himself back, clawing at his eyes with reckless abandonment.

If he couldn't even do that...

He didn't have the right to call himself human.

He was trash, hopeless, he didn't have the right to cry... to relieve his worries and upset by sobbing. To Ishimaru, that was normal for someone like him, and he really believed he was useless and pitiful. Although he didn't want others to feel sorry for him, that would be of no interest to him. It would merely reinforce his belief that he was pathetic and couldn't stand on his own in the world, and he was sure nobody would pay him any mind anyway.

"Useless!" Ishimaru continued to scratch at his eyes, relishing the pain as inevitable punishment.

"Trash!" He pressed harder.

"STOP IT!" He shouted at his streaming eyes

"I'M HOPELESS!"

Ishimaru coughed lightly as he tried not to scream in pain. He lifted his quivering hand up to his left eye and touched it carefully, despite knowing how it would feel.

He glanced down at his hand and clenched his teeth at the sight of thick, red blood.

Again, he began to trail his hand across his face, and feeling that he was bleeding profusely, stood up and ventured to the bathroom. It was so, so quiet in the school, which was strange. Ishimaru was used to students making loud conversation in the hallways, commenting sourly on his strange composition, not to mention all the running... but today, it was almost suspiciously silent. Despite the distinct absence of students, Ishimaru felt the stares of people burning into him, if felt as if someone were driving a sharp rusty needle into his chest and twisting it around, laughing at him... at everyone.

He glanced upwards and saw he was walking near a few security cameras.

He concluded the feeling was probably because of these... but if that was the case, why did he feel so sick inside... like the entire world was watching him, staring at his pathetic mistakes, laughing at Ishimaru's despair with a gleeful disposition. Nothing felt right... but maybe that was because nothing was right, and nothing ever would be right again.