(I really need to get on with my TDID story!)
I'll just get right on with it right now!
PSISomething- Yeah, I'm totally committing and not vanishing off the face of the earth, tell that to my TDID readers! But, I will finish both before I start on something new, that's a promise!
MayoMace3- No worries, I understand! Ah yes, poor Kenny!
Arcana of the True Self- Hecks yeah! You're welcome!? *Takes a moment to try to remember what he said and shrugs it off for now*
Shyjoker- (Kiyoto Madarame's office)
Kiyoto takes a sip from his mug and stares deadpan at the camera
Kiyoto- Firstly, forgive That1guyeveryonehates, though he controls our actions, he does not control our words. So please assume that it is one of the O.C's on genuine feelings being outpoured. Secondly, the boss simply wanted to squeeze out all leftover votes from the poll so he could leave nobody out of the voting, and he wanted an excuse to write an extra Before Game story. Thirdly, I have yet to inform the boss of any unfortunate events that may have befallen Shyjoker, so it's as though you never died in the first place. Lastly, the boss is fully aware of your drawings, he likes them, but he has already instructed UnleashTheDinosaurs to that task, sorry. If you're wondering how I got this, stop. I am a brilliant neurologist who has invented so many life changing products and serum, I know how to revert time on an object. Thank you. Oh and, P.S, please control your O.C's, they annoy Ryutaro to no end. You don't really have to, it's just what he told me to tell you. That is all.
Before Game
"Could you move over please?"
The prisoner looked at the T.V host with death in his eyes. He was tall and muscular and reminded Chris too much of the escaped serial killer with a chainsaw and a hook that was in one of the Total Drama Island episodes. He looked almost as big as Chef. Almost.
Chris put his hands up in defense, trying to calm the homicidal maniac down.
"Hey! It's cool man! Chill!"
The prisoner glared at him one more time and turned his attention back to his food. Chris sighed silently to himself, so as to not disturb any more of the inmates. He picked up his tray of untouched food and threw it away. It was worse, by far, than anything Chef ever made the kids eat, which says something since he had several challenges dedicated to Chef's food.
'But at least Chef knew how to cook real food! This guy has probably never opened a cookbook before in his life!'
Chris slowly trudged back to his cell when he was stopped by the sound of an all too familiar voice.
"Chris? Uncle Chriiiiiiiiiiiis!"
He turned around, and sure enough he found the procurer of the bubbly voice. A voice he had heard way too often for any normal Uncle.
The famous supermodel, and his niece, Junko Enoshima.
Game
Nokoda Saibura's Cabin
Characters Present:
Screw it, you know it's just him. The poor helpless loner! All alone because nobody loves h-
"Shut up, narrator."
Must you ruin all the fun?
"I won't even dignify that with an answer"
Groggily, I looked up. Nothing was different than how I'd left it, which was good. It meant nobody had tried to kill him.
I approached my dresser and, to my surprise, found clothes identical to the ones I wore at my arrival. I blinked, shrugged, and put them on. Chris had told us to meet in the Mess Hall first thing in the morning, and that's exactly where I went.
Spontaneous Area Change:
Mess Hall
Characters Present:
Ashida Saiki
Cocoa Law
Liam P. F. L. D. Trouillefou
Ramina Parker
Chris McLean
I walked in the Mess Hall, hoping to acquire some grub, when our friendly neighborhood host dude grabbed me by the shoulder and led me forward, speaking to me very enthusiastically.
"So, Nokoda, as the main character of the fourth game of Mutual Killing, you are required to fill up some filler parts of each chapter! These are called Free Time Events, or FTEs! These are just little snippets of interaction that are completely independent of the main game and are there to get in as much character development as humanly possible for a character in a Danganronpa game. For some odd reason, we won't provide you enough time to spend with everyone, or enough time to fill one person up, however we are required by law, and popular demand, to do this! So without further ado"
He shoved me on to the seat in across from Ashida
"Bond!"
With that, Chris locked the Mess Hall's tarp covered entrance, making sure the people inside couldn't leave and the people outside couldn't enter.
Awkwardly Ashida and I looked at each other, each one trying to find a way to start up a conversation
Ashida Saiki Free Time Event: lvl. 1
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Nokoda: Soooooo… um… what do you wanna talk about?
Ashida: Uhhhmmm… how about our talents? Seems like a good place to start.
Nokoda: Um, well, you already know my secret!
Ashida flushed and stuttered apologetically
Ashida: Yeah, s-sorry about that, I could tell you mine if you want!
Nokoda: N-no! You don't have to do that or anything, I'm not like that!
They both recalled the people on the island that were like that and shuddered
Ashida: Anything else about your talent?
Nokoda: Well, nothing too major. I mean, when I was younger I was always mesmerized by the pretty colors of the traffic lights but that's really it I guess. What about you?
Ashida pursed her lips and tapped them with her finger in a pensive fashion
Ashida: Well. I only actually started archery less than a year ago.
Nokoda: Really? You must be pretty good then.
Ashida shrugged
Ashida: I guess so…
The silence pertained for a few more seconds
Ashida: Something isn't right.
Nokoda: What do you mean?
Ashida: I mean this place, it was the location of a popular Canadian game show.
Nokoda: So?
Ashida: So, what're we doing here? This is Canada, we're Japanese! We're supposed to be at Kibogamine Academy, aren't we?
Nokoda: Well think back to the second game of Mutual Killing, that didn't take place in Kibogamine.
Ashida: But it was still in Japan!
Nokoda: We don't know that, do we? They were in a simulation that could've been hosted anywhere.
Ashida: Still, there is one more thing I bet you can't answer.
Nokoda: Try me.
Ashida: Chris said this was the fourth game, right?
Nokoda: Yeah.
Ashida: But there were only two other games, weren't there?
Nokoda: Maybe there's one we don't know about, like maybe it was taken from our memories.
Ashida: But why that one! Why not the first two?
At this Nokoda was stumped, it didn't help that bubbly Ashida was challenging him with these pretty thoughtful questions. She almost reminded him of Cocoa or Ryutaro, except, not as attractive.
Ashida Saiki Free Time Event: lvl. 1- Complete
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Cocoa Law
Liam Trouillefou
Ramina Parker
Cocoa Law Free Time Event: lvl. 1
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Nokoda: So, I don't want to start off awkwardly and you still owe me that piece of information! So talk, Cocoanut!
Cocoa: My name isn't Cocoanut, just Cocoa will do, and I already told you, I cannot rely that information to you!
Nokoda: Come on, you can't just tell me you know something and then not tell me what it is!
Cocoa took a sip from his ever present cup and sighed
Cocoa: Fine, here.
He pulled a DVD out from his pocket and handed it to me
Cocoa: Wait on till night time, then sneak into the old mansion, find the miniature movie theatre and play it.
Nokoda: But isn't it against the rules to leave at night time?
Cocoa: No, just to enter the Mess Hall and trying to head to the other areas around the island. You also can't eat in your rooms or use running water.
Nokoda: This Island has running water?
Cocoa: Well that's what the bulletin board said.
Nokoda: Bulletin board?
Cocoa: Chris keeps moving it, it's either with him or not, depending on his mood.
I pocketed the disc and turned back to him
Nokoda: Now, it's bonding time!
Cocoa: W-what?
Nokoda: So, what's your favorite color?
Cocoa: Uhm-
Nokoda: Yeah I like that color too, well I like all the colors! Except black, white, and gray! Those aren't even colors really…
Cocoa: Well, what do you want to talk about?
Nokoda: Hmmm? How about family?
Cocoa: F-family?
Nokoda: Sure! For instance, thanks to my dad, I found out that I'm not only a very good Traffic Light Operator, I'm an even better talker! How about you?
Cocoa: W-what do you mean?
Nokoda: What's your dad like?
Cocoa: Uhm, well, I hardly think that's any of your business!
His face flared as he said that
Nokoda: B-but why
Cocoa: DON'T ASK!
With that he stormed off, but didn't get too far as he was forced to hang out with Liam (or was it Mail?)
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Megaphone Announcement
"Attention all campers! I mean students! I finally got this stupid thing working again! Isn't it great? Anyway, it is now Night Time! I don't want to catch any of you in the Mess Hall, lest you face the wrath of Chef Hatchet! Just kidding, he's probably working on that cruise ship or something. But seriously, don't go in there! No reason, just cause. Also, no eating! Food is precious, but it loses value if you keep it in your mouth Twenty-Four Seven! And don't try to swim away or head to another part of the Island! The animals here love their space and they can get pretty, heh heh, killy, if you trespass! Good night everyone! Sweet dreams! Oh, and feel free to start killing people! That's kinda the whole purpose of this!"
Well, now I have this to look forward to every night… great.
Spontaneous Area Change
Old Mansion on the Hill
Characters present:
Nokoda Saibura
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Time: 12:00
The mansion was creepy as ever. The fact that it was the middle of the night didn't help. I held the disc Cocoa gave to me in my hand and opened the door. The creak nearly made me pee myself. I mentally slapped myself for playing Slender Man late at night all those times, and made a note to myself to get Pumbja to oil all the doors to everywhere on this stupid Island.
I entered, slowly, and reached for the light switch. Now that the light was turned on, I was comfortable with closing the door. I looked around and, as I expected, saw numerous pictures of Chris, each one mimicking a famous painting such as the Mona Lisa and even the Picture of Dorian Gray (though not the version that would've accurately captured Chris' "beauty")
But I didn't have time to look for anything that wasn't the Theater. I walked down the hall and opened a door with the letters Theater written in gold paint. The room inside was dark, no light switches in sight. I noticed a staircase to my right and climbed up to find the projection room. I took the disc and placed it into the DVD player, hit play, and awaited the movie to begin.
(The screen starts black on till white letters appear as the apparent title)
Kiyoto Madarame
The Life of a Young Genius
(The screen goes black again for a few seconds as a slideshow of pictures of Kiyoto Madarame starts. There is a high pitched squeaky voice that begins a narration)
Kiyoto Madarame, SHSL Neurologist, was like every other student at Kibogamine Academy, talented and willing to do anything in order to promote himself in the real world! When he was still a freshman, he developed a drug that would affect the part of the brain that keeps track of time by making it function more slowly than average. It was able to make mere seconds feel like centuries to the user! It worked incredibly well as a torture device! Over the years, Kiyoto became more successful and was offered scholarships to many prestigious universities! And, by his senior year, he became a world renowned figure and made it on the cover of Time Magazine as Person of the Year!
Then, tragedy struck. Over the span of three weeks, his entire home room class of sixteen students went missing! It wasn't on till the three weeks had passed that Kiyoto Madarame, and five of his closest friends, exited the Japanese Government Building, all six of them were reported to have suffered only mental injuries. These six friends remained with each other for the rest of their known lives. Their names are as follows;
(The screen shows the pictures of each individual as they are listed. The first one is a picture of a tall, muscular man with a buzz cut and the smile of an over achiever plastered on his lightly tanned, clean shaven face.)
Kaban Zuchimishi: SHSL Drill Sergeant
(Next is a round faced man with a cocky smirk and, with the exception of a black ponytail starting from the back of his head traveling to his shoulders, a shiny bald head.)
Kentarō Ototchi: SHSL Sumo Wrestler
(Following him is a small pale girl with flowing pink hair and a mole at the edge of her lips. She wears a calm and collected face that gives the impression she wants to kill the cameraman.)
Sayori Tachki: SHSL Psychic
(After her is a girl of small stature and a very pleasant smile on her face. Her hair is hidden by a veil that is typically worn by nuns.)
Kichi Oronasu: SHSL Nun
(The last girl is wearing a very attractive cheerleading uniform and has a very wild and eccentric smile. She has her raven hair in a beautiful French braid.)
Jeanette Ambelle Francine Clara De Chambeau Trouillefou: SHSL Cheerleader
(The screen continued on with a picture of Kiyoto's senior year home room class)
What exactly happened to the other ten students? No one knows! The six survivors refuse to talk about it! However, thanks to their support, we are able to show you individual pictures of each student!
(The screen went back to showing each individual as they were announced. The first one was of a man who resembled an Indian man, what with his tanned skin and short black hair and comforting smile.)
Amon Bura-Chi: SHSL Diplomat
(The next showed a picture of two identical Gothic twins. They each had pale skin and jet black hair styled up in spikes. They looked deadpan at the camera, with the only noticeable difference was the right person's bigger chest.)
Torei Muramasa (Male): SHSL Gothic Painter
Torai Muramasa (Female): SHSL Gothic Sculptor
(Next was a sturdy female, wearing clothes of ancient Japanese nobility. She gazed at the camera without a trace of a smile and sharp, determined eyes. Her short brown hair cut to ear length.)
Ginchyo Katsu: SHSL Warrior
(Following her was a small boy with thin glasses and pale skin. He gazed dreamily at the camera, his hand swimming through his shoulder length red hair.)
Takashi Settori: SHSL Astronomer
(The next student was a bit taller than the previous one. She had her bright pink hair in a swirly bun and slightly pale skin. She had a cheerful face, with one eye closed in a winking manner, and a lollipop in her mouth.)
Yachiru Koizumi: SHSL Candy Maker
(Following her was a tall, slightly muscular man with shoulder length raven hair. His face showed a calm and inviting smile and his eyelids were only half opened.)
Nekano Awesagaya: SHSL Masseuse
(The next student wore a black skin tight suit covering her entire body. All that could be seen were her cold brown eyes. It was only made apparent of her female gender, dude to her large bust that seemed to be fighting against the suit.)
Nisa Shihoin: SHSL Ninja
(Following her was a muscular tan skinned, shirtless man who held his fists up in front of his face. He assumed a defensive position, though his face assumed an easy-going grin, underneath a mop of black hair. He was dressed in scars and bruises.)
Juan-Diego Lopez: SHSL Boxer
(The final student was a very attractive female, with brown hair, pinned up by some chopsticks, tied in a messy, yet attractive bun. She held a cool smirk and kept her hands at her waist. She was just a natural beauty.)
Isane Takane: SHSL Barista
If you see any of these young adults, please report it to the Japanese police force immediately!
But now, stay in your seats for an exclusive look at the final known place of the subject of this video, genius and philanthropist, Kiyoto Madarame!
But just as they were about to show the video, a cloaked figure ran up to the screen and slashed it with a katana. The figure turned to me and sprinted for the window in front of me. And I did what anybody in their rightful minds would do.
I panicked and ran.
I rushed down the stairs and out the door, not looking back. I heard the window shatter, and a blade coming contact with wood. That encouraged me to run even faster. I practically flew out of the front door and across the deck. I leaped down the hill in one ballerina leap and realized my pursuer would be able to do the same. My instincts somehow found a way to make me speed up, and soon I found myself in front of my door.
I didn't hesitate to scramble in my room and lock it as fast as I could. I didn't even bother to check if he was still pursuing me.
Or she.
Catching my breath, I changed into my and brushed my teeth. I checked my door again to make sure it was locked tight. When I was satisfied, I jumped into my bed and pulled my blanket over my head like a child trying to defend himself from the monsters in under the bed.
Second night and already someone tries to kill me.
That was my final though before entering a deep, dreamless sleep.
Spontaneous Scene Change:
Chef Hatchet Theatre
Lesson 1: Hope
Chef: Hope? What the hell is a topic like that doing here? How am I supposed to give good advice when the subject is hope? Oh well, guess I hafta get this over with then. Listen up, maggots! Hope is the word used by little pansies who want something painless and comfortable. But lemme tell you something! Hope ain't bought, it is earned! Why, back in 'Nam, we had to do what we were told before we even thought about the hope of leaving in one piece! Do ya understand? You'd better, cause I sure as hell hope this'll give me a decent paycheck for once!
Day 2…
End.
Sixteen students left.
Author's note
I don't expect you all to remember every single person from Kiyoto's class, but I strongly advise that you keep note of the other five and a couple of the missing students as well, they are beyond important in the progression of the story!
You may have noticed a ton of names were borrowed from Bleach, those characters may or may not be important!
I wonder who that figure was! No, actually, I don't, but I bet you do!
I just wanna thank those of you who have been keeping up with the reviews, it's those little comments that keep me goin on this story! I get so disappointed when I lose approximately 3/4s of my readers due to inactivity on Fanfiction, which leads me to say none of the stories that feature my have been updated recently… that hurts man.
I hope you all continue reading! Constructive criticism and little notes are perhaps the most welcome type of reviews! Nothing too positive or negative, nothing that expresses only hatred or only love of this story! Reviews are there to allow the reader to critique the author's works and tell the author what works and what doesn't work. Otherwise, PM me. Those are unlimited, reviews are not! Bear that in mind!
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