Free Time 1
A/N:
Limenote: Well, this was...interesting. I've never written a free-time before, and it feels like writing a dating sim. So, uh, I guess my question of the day would be - do you have any ships in mind? Literally, no matter how outrageous. They're probably not going to happen, but I can at least get a giggle out of some of the weirder ones. We have our favorites, but those are definitely secret.
Another question of the day: last time SD asked you who your favorite characters were, so this time I want to know who your least favorites were. In addition, feel free to guess which character is getting offed first. Guess it and you'll get a shout-out, and if I'm feeling generous I'll probably cast my vote for your character for the next free-time. Because I'm nice like that. I might even blackmail Arcana to vote for you as well.
To the authors who created Hideki and Faen: congratulations on the free-times. Now just start hoping desperately that neither of your OCs die a horrible death in the next act. And for the record, Hideki, Faen, and Sasha will not be available for the next two free-times, because I'm counting the prologue free-times and the Act 1 free-times as one act's worth of free-times. Poll results are on my profile, so you can check to see how it went down.
SDnote: So...I finally get to talk. Anywho, one other thing - Ashley's creator, Khronovision himself, has very graciously offered to draw all of the characters. If you can in any way sketch or otherwise give him an idea of what your character looks like, that would be great. His deviantart can be found DespairFrost, and so far he's posted the characters who appeared in the first third of the prologue. He's revealing new ones in chronological order daily, so check it out. It's gonna be super exciting...I think.
That's all from us, so, hope you enjoy this chapter. Allons-y!
Ashley: ...
Ashley: Something feels...different.
Ashley: Hmm. I wonder why.
Ashley: Anyways, where was I?
Ashley: Ah, right. I should probably get to know my classmates a bit better.
Ashley: So, which ones?
= = Free Time! = =
Ashley: Let's see, now, what are my options?
Lounge
Sleeping Area
Rec Room
Selected Area: Lounge
The lounge of the jet. It features an in-flight bar, a few sofas, and a monitor for scheduled movie viewing. Today's movie is...
Snakes on a Plane. On second thought...
Ashley: Okay, let's look around. Who's doing what?
Ashley: There goes Lucille into the bathroom. And Todd's slumped on the window, sleeping.
Ashley: Guess they're both out. That just leaves-
Ashley: Oh gosh, Maya's staring at me again. That's unnerving, to say the least. So, that leaves Jehovah at one corner and Hideki at the bar...
Ashley: It's a no-brainer. Hideki, I'm coming to you.
Ashley: I should probably at least bring something as a gift, though...Ah, I know!
Obtained: Songpyeons!
Songpyeons. Traditional glutinous rice cakes filled with sweet red bean paste. Handmade by yours truly, a favourite of mine. I brought them along to the flight with me.
Free Time with Hideki?
[Yes] [No]
Ashley: Hello there, Hideki!
Hideki: Oh. Hey, Ashley. I see you enjoy my company more than I forethought.
Ashley: I guess so. I just want to know more about the rest of my classmates, since we might be spending the next few years together.
Hideki: Don't count on it. I'm already eighteen, see? I'll have to leave Hope's Peak next year in any case.
Ashley: I'm seventeen. I guess that means I only get two years, then.
Hideki: Have faith. At least we both and the rest can claim to be students of Hope's Peak. Not many foreign students get that opportunity. Or even Japanese students, for that matter.
Ashley: That's true...Hey, if you don't mind, may I ask how you got into your line of work?
Hideki: You mean surgery? That's easy. My dad was a surgeon, and his dad before him, and his dad before him and-
Ashley: You come from a long line of practising surgeons? Wow, you must have some big shoes to fill.
Hideki: Nah, I'm just joshing you. The only surgeon in my family besides me's my dad - my mother was one of his nurses, though.
Ashley: Oh. Was it love at first sight?
Hideki: (*laughs*) Nah, he tried to fire her. Ended up having me, though, so I guess there's something she did right.
Ashley: That doesn't sound too encouraging to say.
Hideki: It wasn't meant to be. Mum disappeared after having me, and we never heard from her again...I am very close to Dad, though - he's the one who got me into surgery in the first place.
Ashley: I see-
Hideki: And I see you staring at my eyepatch.
Ashley: Whoops...I must have been doing that subconsciously.
Ashley: I apologize. You must admit, though, it's very mysterious...yet distracting.
Hideki: Then I'll just take it off.
Ashley: Wait, you don't have to for my sake-
Ashley: ...
Hideki: ...
Ashley: ...
Ashley: You look...exactly the same.
Hideki: I already told you, I lost it in a laser accident. It just took out the use of my eye, not the rest of my face. (*opens right eye*) See what I mean?
Ashley: His right eye looks almost normal. If it wasn't for the clouded, glassy pupil, I don't think I would have noticed the difference.
Ashley: Then...why the eyepatch?
Hideki: Heh. It makes me look more like a badass scary dude, that's all.
Ashley: So it's just for aesthetic purposes?
Hideki: Yep. In fact, since you're so fascinated with it, here, why don't I just give it to you?
Ashley: Huh? Really? Are you sure it's something you want to casually give away?
Hideki: Yeah, sure as my title's a Surgeon. Besides...
Ashley: He's reaching into one of his pockets. He's pulling out...
Ashley: Another eyepatch.
Hideki: A good surgeon always has at least two of everything he needs on hand. (*puts on eyepatch*) Granted, the manual never included an eyepatch, but hey, I'm a special case. You can still keep the eyepatch, by the way.
Ashley: Oh...Well, thanks! I'd feel bad if I didn't give you anything in return, though...so here.
Hideki: Ah, songpyeons. I recognize them from the time I spent interning in Korea. (*takes some*) Thank you kindly.
Ashley: You're welcome.
Ashley: I guess this is a start. Hideki's definitely a nice guy, although I can't help but wonder if there's more to him...
Ashley: Oh well. I'll just enjoy this moment for all it's worth. (*nom*) Mmm, red bean.
Hideki: Thank you for spending time with me. I appreciate it.
Ashley: Guess I'll see you around, then.
Hideki: Gotcha. Have a nice afternoon. Talk to you again soon!
Shared: Songpyeons!
Hideki doesn't seem to particularly like or dislike them. Probably doesn't have my sweet tooth.
Obtained: Eyepatch!
One of Hideki's eyepatches. Makes him - and now me - look like a pirate. Y'arrrgh!
Hideki Kenta - Level 1!
Hideki's father got him into surgery. He also wears his eyepatch for purely aesthetic purposes.
Ashley: Okay, where should I go next?
Lounge
Sleeping Area
Rec Room
Selected Area: Sleeping Area
The sleeping area of the jet. Features a whole row of bunk beds for our, well, sleeping needs. My bunk's the bottom one on the left closest to the lounge entrance, according to the name plates.
Ashley: Two beds are currently occupied with sleeping people - Ava and Xiang, if their nameplates are any indication. That just leaves Matthew, who's busy scribbling on something-
Matthew: Kjarposky puzzle. I'm working on releasing a set book of them.
Ashley: Whoops. Out loud again.
Matthew: Not to be rude or anything, but I'm kinda busy right now, so I'm not free to talk. Sorry.
Ashley: Okay, then…
Ashley: Well, my only other choice is whoever's at that bed, I guess.
Ashley: Excuse- Oh, Nico, it's you!
Nico: (*distractedly*) Okay, gotta keep it uptempo, maybe increase the volume a bit.
Ashley: Uh...Nico?
Nico: Let's just tweak the instrumental a bit here.
Ashley: Nico-
Nico: (*abruptly takes off headphones and flips microphone up*) Ashie, say something.
Ashley: Huh?!
Nico: That'll do. (*puts headphones back on*) Working on 'Vroom Vroom in the Jet Bridge' right now. Sorry, Ashie, gotta churn this baby out by the time we land. I'll be free later on, k?
Free Time with Nico?
[Yes] [No]
Ashley: Oh. Okay, well… Never mind. I'll just move on.
Lounge
Sleeping Area
Rec Room
Selected Area: Rec Room
The recreational room of the jet. Features a few computer cubholes, a workshop, and a miniature arcade. Hmm...Well, there's no paparazzi, so I could go try some Tekken...
Johan: Stop it!
Eric: Make me!
Ashley: Wait, what's going on here?
Sasha: Ugh, will you two be quiet?
Johan: He's throwing pillows at you.
Sasha: I'm aware. Note how I've dodged them all.
Ashley: Sasha doesn't look like she cares at all...she's just nonchalantly typing away.
Eric: Shut up!
Ashley: ...And Eric just threw another pillow.
Johan: Take that!
Ashley: And Johan threw it back at him.
Eric: Oh, it is on! Get over here!
Johan: Gladly! (*gets up*)
Sasha: Can you two be quiet?
Johan: I'm trying to help you!
Eric: Try to catch me. I dare you! (*runs*)
Ashley: And now they've left for the Sleeping Area.
Ashley: In other news, Sasha's still busily typing away. On another cubhole, I can see Tien typing at an even faster speed - probably still working on her thesis. Jackie is still dancing away...Is that Oni difficulty?!
Sasha: Did you want to talk to me or something?
Ashley: Uh, yeah, I guess. Doesn't seem like there's anyone else to talk to at the moment.
Sasha: I was just writing an essay on the social stigma around gender non-conformity. But I suppose I could pause.
Ashley: Ooooooookay.
Free Time with Sasha?
[Yes] [No]
Sasha: So. What'cha want to talk about, Ashie?
Ashley: Um...I suppose, may I have the opportunity to know you better?
Sasha: Sure. What do you want to know?
Ashley: I'm not sure, actually.
Ashley: Just general stuff, I guess. Who IS Sasha Oryolov?
Sasha: Well, for starters, that's not my given name.
Ashley: It's...not?
Sasha: Nope. But I take it that's not what you want to hear.
Ashley: Yeah, unfortunately. I guess I want to know...I mean, public speaking is really stressful. I guess what I want to know is how you cope.
Sasha: Well, yeah, it is really stressful. First protest I ever went to - minimum-wage related, I think - I panicked.
Ashley: Really? What happened?
Sasha: I was scared. I was impulsive and I felt like I needed to do something. So I jumped on a table and started speaking.
Ashley: How did that go for you?
Sasha: Rather well, actually. Apparently, I was quite the eloquent kid. Ever since then, tons of local groups wanted me to speak for them.
Ashley: I see...Does public speaking still make you nervous, though?
Sasha: Yeah, of course. There's a lot of theory behind it. Politics isn't about having good ideas - it's about being able to convince a crowd you're right. There's science behind that.
Ashley: So, what you're saying is you lie?
Sasha: Not necessarily, no. I'd never - but I do have to put some consideration into how I present myself. A good speaker has to be composed, passionate, and convincing. Otherwise, however good your ideals are, no one is going to listen.
Ashley: I guess so.
Sasha: Why the sudden interest, then?
Ashley: As an idol, I have to perform tons of interviews...and while I may look very confident on the outside, I can get very nervous and jumpy on the inside. I was wondering if you have any tips for that?
Sasha: Well, I don't. I get jumpy and nervous, but I'm passionate about what I do. My fear doesn't matter when I'm speaking - my adrenaline carries me through. There's no way to be fearless - you just have to power through. It's not something that I consciously think about at this point.
Ashley: I see...Thanks a lot, Sasha. That really helps. In return, would you like some songpyeons?
Sasha: Gesundheit.
Ashley: Oh excuse me - wait, I'm not sneezing! Um, I mean, songpyeons are like...bean cakes! I made them myself.
Sasha: Oh. In that case, I'd love some!
Ashley: She doesn't look too enthusiastic.
Ashley: Why are you putting them in your pocket?
Sasha: There's no way I can eat a gift immediately! Gotta save it, y'know?
Ashley: ...Sure. Let's roll with that.
Sasha: Now I feel bad not giving you anything. So, uh...here you go.
Ashley: A pen?
Sasha: It's the pen I used to write my most famous speech.
Ashley: Really? Are you sure you're fine parting with it, then?
Sasha: Sure. I've got tons to spare. 'Sides, they're just pens. Harvard gives 'em out for five cents.
Ashley: That's the Harvard logo, I take it?
Sasha: Sure is. I grew up practically next door to Harvard. Always wanted to go there. Probably going to get a scholarship as-is.
Ashley: I see. Hmm...'Ve-ri-tas?'
Sasha: Means 'truth' in Latin. Harvard's motto. I prefer the motto of my old high school, personally.
Ashley: And what would that be?
Sasha: Opportunity, diversity, respect. It fits me better.
Ashley: It does, I guess-
Eric: (*runs in with Johan behind him*) Can't catch me, slowpoke!
Johan: I can fucking try! (*chases Eric out again*)
Sasha: ...And there go the two of them again. Dicks.
Ashley: They aren't that bad, I think...They just don't get along with each other very much.
Sasha: Fair enough. Anywho, I'll just resume writing again. Till next time, Ashie.
Ashley: Alright then. See you later, Sasha.
Sasha: Will do.
Shared: Songpyeons!
Sasha doesn't seem to be much of a fan of them, but she's at least trying to be polite. Somehow, though, I feel like my hard work will end up in someone else's stomach.
Obtained: Pen!
The pen which Sasha used to write her most famous speech. It's styled with Harvard colors and the logo - a shield with three books, that says 'Veritas'.
Sasha Oryolov - Level 1!
Sasha is a very confident and passionate speechmaker - while she gets very nervous, she lets her emotions carry her through.
Ashley: *yawn*
Ashley: Was I always this tired?
Ashley: Perhaps I should go lie down a bit.
Lounge
Sleeping Area
Rec Room
Selected Area: Sleeping Area
Back to my bunk I'll go...*yawn*
Ashley: Ahh...comfort.
Ashley: I wonder if there's a Super High School Level Pillowmaker or something…
Ashley: Have I forgotten to find anyone so far? Hmm...
?: Ms. Jung?
Ashley: Huh, is someone calling me? (*turns over*)
Faen: Ah, Ms. Jung. Care for a spot of tea?
Ashley: Oh, Faen! Just the man I wanted to see.
Ashley: Let's just ignore the fact that I may or may not have accidentally forgotten him…
Faen: Really? I didn't think I was that popular...
Ashley: You are very gentlemanly, if I say so myself. It's probably why the others like you too.
Faen: Why, thank you, miss.
Free Time with Faen?
[Yes] [No]
Faen: Here's your tea, Ms. Jung. It's lemon chamomile.
Ashley: Thank you, Faen. It's really nice of you to offer it.
Faen: You welcome. So, you were saying you wanted to see me?
Ashley: Crap, what am I supposed to say?
Ashley: Yeah. I wanted to ask you about being a butler.
Faen: Certainly. What might you want to know?
Ashley: Well, it would be sorta rude to ask about why he'd choose to be a butler right off the bat. I'll try to ask about something more mundane.
Ashley: Um, is your hair naturally white?
Faen: Oh. (*laughs*) No, no it isn't. It's just, what you'd say...A fashion statement. Something to make me look more natural while I'm serving. Surely you can understand?
Ashley: Of course I do! You're free to colour your hair however you like.
Ashley: Besides, I've seen weirder...G-Dragon, for instance.
Ashley: It looks nice on you.
Faen: Thank you very much, Ms. Jung.
Ashley: Ashley. Ashley is fine.
Faen: If you insist, Ms. Ashley.
Ashley: ...
Ashley: Talking to him is so awkward for some reason. I don't know why, but I feel really weird conversing with Faen. He's nice, don't get me wrong, but there's just something nagging me…
Ashley: Uh, Faen?
Faen: Yes? What is it?
Ashley: Can I ask you one more question?
Faen: Of course. Feel free to.
Ashley: Why did you choose to put yourself in such a...um...how should I word this? Subservient position?
Ashley: Oops. He looks a bit taken aback. I really didn't think this through, did I?
Faen: I...Well, that is to say-
Ashley: I'm sorry, if that's too personal, you don't have to answer.
Faen: Yes...thank you.
Ashley: I'm still sorry.
Faen: It's fine.
Ashley: He looks a bit crushed. I have to make it up to him somehow.
Ashley: Faen, would you like a songpyeon?
Faen: Pardon me, a what?
Ashley: A red bean cake. I made them myself.
Faen: Oh, I see. Thank you. Would you like some tea with it?
Ashley: Yeah. That would be great.
Faen: (*eats songpyeon*)
Ashley: How is it?
Faen: Delicious!
Ashley: I can tell. He's really wolfing it down.
Faen: Thank you for sharing these delicious sweets with me.
Ashley: It's no problem, really!
Faen: Oh, you appear to have a little bit of bean on your face. Would you like to borrow my handkerchief?
Ashley: R-really?
Faen: Of course.
Ashley: Thank you.
Faen: You can keep it if you'd like. I have plenty.
Ashley: Are you sure?
Faen: I wouldn't lie to you.
Ashley: Thank you, then, for both the handkerchief and talking with me.
Faen: It's no problem. I shall see if anyone else needs attending to.
Ashley: Well, that was perhaps the most awkward conversation ever-
Faen: Actually…
Ashley: Oh! Um, yes?
Faen: I suppose I should tell you why I became a butler.
Ashley: Y-you don't have to if you don't want to.
Faen: It's fine. Not really a big deal. I always loved to help people, and would go the extra mile to see them happy. I chose the career that would reflect that, and this is where it brought me.
Ashley: Oh… I see.
Faen: I apologize if I sounded shocked, earlier. It's just...you're one of the first people to ask me that question, so I was a little surprised. In any case, thank you for having me, Ms. J- Ashley. I hope we can talk like this again sometime.
Ashley: As to you. See you around.
Faen: Farewell.
Shared: Songpyeons!
Finally, I encounter Faen: someone who appreciates the sweetness of the red beans - like me.
Obtained: Handkerchief!
One of Faen's handkerchiefs. Feels like silk. Smells like red beans, thanks to me.
Faen Skylark - Level 1!
He loves to help people however he can, and would do much more than what's required to please those around him. That's really nice of him.
"Attention, all students. We'll be landing at Hope's Peak Private Airport shortly, so please come back to the lounge and prepare for the landing. Thank you!"
As the announcement concluded, I walked back into said lounge and looked around. Hideki was applying what looked like antiseptic onto a bruised Eric's head, Johan off to the side and looking particularly smug about it. Ava and Lucille were talking again, and Maya was drinking something at the bar, listening to Jehovah talk about something I could not discern.
"Ash-lay!"
I glanced to the windows. Todd, who had called me, was waving me over.
"Hello, Todd, what's up?" I asked as I got closer.
"Todd wants a Free Time too!" he said, "Todd wants to level up as well!"
A Free Time? What's that supposed to be?
Before I could respond, the screens crackled to life.
"Attention, all students!" Yukari was drinking from a coffee cup, and looked rather hyperactive. "We're just about going to descend to the H-P-P-A, so you'll be out of here in about half an hour!"
"That's the Hope's Peak Private Airport, by the way," Ataru held a hand to his headset, before grinning, "And you've got a large banquet prepared by the time we touch down. Also, we're invited too, so this won't be the last you see of us."
"Okay, then! Just make sure everyone's in the lounge in ten minutes' time, because we're gonna descend by then! Or is everyone already here now?"
Yukari bent closer to the camera to take a look as I surveyed the people in the lounge. In the time since the announcement, most of the others had reappeared in the lounge, although a certain face was missing...
"Oop! Looks like the Activist is gonna have a bumpy ride in the back!" she giggled, "Ah well, no real loss-"
"Hey!"
The double doors opened as Sasha barged in, headphones clamped firmly over her ears. "Surprise, bitch! I bet you'd thought you'd seen the last of me!" she practically screamed.
"...What?"
Sasha sighed. "It's a meme," she yelled. She was loud to begin with, but this was just something else.
"Of course it is." With the most deadpan look, Yukari stared at her, "Either way, Comrade Oryolov, prepare to descend to Hope's Peak Academy."
"YOU DID NOT JUST CALL ME COMRADE!" screamed Sasha, "I'M A FUCKING CAPITALIST YOU XENOPHOBIC MORON!"
"Yeah, yeah, shut your pie-hole."
"Can we please not do this again, Yuka? One grudge was enough..." Ataru weakly protested.
The screen zipped off as Sasha released a long string of curses in at least three languages involving some pretty creative places where Yukari could stick her cup of coffee, making some of us wince.
She eventually did calm down, though.
In other news, we were finally going to Hope's Peak...The school where miracles come true!
Surely nothing could go wrong, right?
Me and my big mouth.
The screen crackled to life once more.
"Attention, all students…"
Yukari's face was struck with worry, and her cup of coffee was nowhere to be seen. "We seem to be experiencing some...technical difficulties…"
"It's alright, though." Ataru looked nervous as well, betraying his words of consolation. "We have everything under contr-"
All of a sudden, the monitor cut, replaced by the official Hope's Peak logo: a monochrome crossed paintbrush and blade. A large bang sounded from the cockpit door in front of us, and then all was still.
Silence.
"...What...just happened?" The words left my mouth before I knew it.
"I'm taking over, that's what, you bastards!"
With yet another bang, the cockpit door was blasted off its hinges, landing just short of the double doors in the lounge. What came out of it could be described as...monochrome.
It looked like a stuffed teddy bear, like the kind you'd win at a fair, except for one thing. It was split down the middle - one side was an ordinary white bear, while the other was black, and looked... malicious. Compounding onto that, the eye on his right side was a normal black, while he had a jagged, pulsating red scar for his left eye.
Eerily similar to Hope's Peak's logo's blade.
"Wait a minute, who are you? What are you?" asked the guy who had been talking to Matthew - Jehovah, wasn't it?
"I'm your headmaster, Monokuma!"
"Our headmaster is a stuffed bear?" Asked Ava.
"I'm not a stuffed bear, I'm Monokuma!"
Jehovah sighed. "The two aren't mutually exclusive, you know?"
Monokuma tilted his head to the side. "You're Jehovah Jackson, the lawyer, right?"
He nodded. "Indeed I am. I also go by JJ-"
"Well, JJ," Monokuma interjected, "Stop being such a smartass and shut up!"
JJ looked incensed. "Why you little-"
"Now... Where was I...Monokuma, headmaster, not a stuffed bear, uh...well, that guy in the back may want to take off his headphones, or do I have to take them by force?"
Everyone looked around, before noticing the only individual present who fit the bill.
"...Do you mean Sasha?" asked Matthew, with a hint of caution.
"The one who cosplaying Vladimir Lenin, or whatever-"
"Goddamnit, third time someone's said that this year!" shrieked Sasha. She removed her headphones. "And I'm not a guy," she added in a normal volume.
"I don't care what you bastards are, you're still my students!"
"...Why would a stuffed bear be interested in education? And ours, for that matter." Xiang spoke up.
"I do wonder...What is he even made of?" Tien adjusted her spectacles and squinted, "Seems to be some carbon-fiber material, but I can't tell from here...Maybe if I could touch-"
"No touching the principal please! It's right there in the handbooks… Grr…" Monokuma growled, before coming to a realization, "Oh yeah, you don't have them do you. Well, there'll be more time for that later."
"Handbooks? Monochrome bear? Mon dieu, what eez even going on here?" Jackie frowned, "I did not come to Hope's Peak Academy to be so rudely pranked, so whoever it eez that is pulling a fast one on us, you best stop before I get angry."
"Don't you people get it?" Maya stared blankly at the bear, "It's not a prank. This thing, whatever it is, is probably serious...If they wanted to prank us, they wouldn't be insulting us for no reason...Except for me."
"Damn straight I'm serious! Seriously, only the actual Failure even gets anything around here, how pathetic is that?"
"Fine, then, Monokuma," JJ pointed an accusing finger at him, no doubt still lingering from before, "State your fucking business, then get the hell out!"
"I'm in the business of despair, see? Now… Who wants to talk about murder?"
"Ooh, me, me, me!" Todd cheered, before his expression turned quizzical, "Wait, what's murder?"
I blanched. Murder? I was seriously starting to hope that this was one of those hidden-camera gameshows that's been on the rise lately...
"Hey, what the-" Eric sputtered, "Why the bloody hell would we want to talk about murder? We're just a bunch of students, you tosser!"
"And your point?"
"Why are you doing this?" Ava asked once more.
"Clearly, this asshole's a psycho!" JJ snarled.
"Don't insult psychopaths by comparing them to this piece of work," said Sasha.
"Hey, I'm no psycho, I just wanna watch you kiddies kill each other!"
"C'est vraiment des conneries!" Jackie swore. (Translation: "This is clearly bullshit!")
"Oi, keep ze language down, Ressa." Lucille piped up from where she stood, before shooting a pointed look at Monokuma, "But you are right, zis is bull. What makes you think you can tempt all of us to murder each other?"
"Ugh, I was going to explain but then you were all soooo annoying. It's time for the sleeping gas."
"Sleeping what now?" Nico chirped, before falling onto her face, sound asleep.
"Ooh! Todd wants to do the flop too!" said the Acrobat, who also fell onto the carpeted floor, and didn't stir.
One by one, the rest of us dropped unceremoniously to the floor, myself included. I could feel my eyelids becoming drastically heavy, and it was taking all of my willpower to stay awake at this point.
Strangely, the only one unaffected by all of this was Sasha, who was now chortling at Monokuma.
"Haha! The joke's on you - sleep is for the weak! So I, of course, never sleep! Justice never sleeps either - make of that what you will."
In response, Monokuma stepped aside.
Out from the cockpit, a fire extinguisher flew towards the Political Activist, smacking her upside the head. She crumpled to the ground, clearly unconscious. Its thrower, who stood by the cockpit door, smirked.
"You have noooooo idea how much I've wanted to do that, Comrade." Yukari quipped, before turning around and leaving.
I'd tell you what happened right after, but by then, I was too asleep to know.
A/N:
Lime here again. I figured for diplomacy's sake it would be a good idea to respond to reviews. So...ye.
HeroNoMore: Yeah, Sasha and Todd are both really characters created to stand out. Yeah, Maya's title definitely has some story behind it - which you may or may not find out. Vote for her in free-times to find out faster and/or guarantee that you'll find out.
Penumbro: Oh, thank God. I was worried about writing Faen since none of my characters are ever anywhere near as nice as him. He's one of my favorite characters to write, though.
PowerPlayer: Hmm, Jackie stuck out the least, eh? I'll make sure to feature her more in upcoming chapters. And Nico is really awesome! (you can thank SD for that). (Yeah, she is awesome. #humblebrag ~SD)
Guest: Uh, you're probs right. I assume you're talking about Sasha? I'll try to cut down on how much she's featured in the near future. The next few chapters are actually going to center more around a couple of other characters.
BigBob: Ah, yes. Sasha is rather polarizing. The question is - do you like her? I would punch her if I met her IRL, but I'll be damned if she isn't fun to write.
I'll make sure to include more of Lucille, Ava and Jackie in the next few chapters. I agree with you, they kinda got cheated a little (especially since I really like all three of them).
Johan IS pretty reasonable. If you can call a 6'3" dude in a rugby jacket and a teddy bear apron reasonable. AND if you can call a guy who beat the living shit out of one Eric Andrews reasonable. Actually, most people WOULD beat up Eric. Myself included. Eric can meet me in the pit.
D'aw, thanks. SD came up with the setting, actually. (Yeah, I did. #humblebrag ~SD)
And don't worry - I voted for Lucille, Ava and Jackie for you.
HeroinOfDarkness: I like Sasha, Faen, and Nico too! (I hope you guys are sensing a theme here. I like all of the OCs. ALL OF THEM.) And yeah, Maya has an interesting story that may or may not be creepy.
What? You guys aren't getting any spoilers out of me, no matter how minor