Dangan Royale Chapter 6: The Fragility of Friendships, a Battle Royale + Danganronpa Crossover fanfic

Known weapons so far:

Hiyoko Saionji– Sewing scissors (currently held by Celes)

Celestia Ludenberg – Pepper spray

Teruteru Hanamura – Shield

Mikan Tsumiki – Sickle

Gonta Gokuhara – Stun Gun

Shuichi Saihara - Colt M1911 .45 Semi-Automatic Pistol

Hifumi Yamada – Crossbow

Leon Kuwata: Baseball Bat

Makoto Naegi - Micro Uzi 9mm Machine Gun

Kyoko Kirigiri: Slingshot

Byakyua Togami: Beretta M92F 9mm Semi-Automatic Pistol

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu - Tomahawk

Deaths:

Victim: Hiyoko Saionji - Killer: Celestia Ludenberg – Weapon: Sewing scissors

Victim: Leon Kuwata – Killer: Hifumi Yamada – Weapon: Crossbow + bolt

Victim: Hifumi Yamada – Killer: Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu – Weapon: Tomahawk

2nd Day – 10:13 AM

"Looks like Monokuma wasn't lying after all... No matter which part of the beach I check, there are always multiple sharks patrolling non-stop... For all we know, land could also be miles away. Escaping through the sea is a death sentence." Rantaro Amami reported frustrated as he observed various intimidating dorsal fins that crowned circling dark figures blurred by seawater.

"Odd. I did not know that sharks swam so close to the shore for so long. Or that they sought prey accompanied by their kin." Korekiyo Shinguji wondered serenely as his bandaged thumb and index finger held his military regulation cap.

"I'm more worried about their size. Those can't be ordinary sharks..." the green haired boy sighed as he rested his weary arms on his hips.

The possibility that the predatory fishes that frightened him were genetically engineered and trained to guard the beach crossed his mind, but he ultimately decided to not voice it, as it sounded too rash of a theory, considering the lack of evidence to back it up. He wouldn't be surprised in the slightest if that was the case, though.

"Well, I guess there goes the most evident escape route. The way I see it, we'll have to beat whoever is behind this if we want to get out of here." the Ultimate Adventurer clung to hope as he turned to leave the beach.

"Taking into account the tremendous amount of affluence and effort our abductors had to not only carefully trap us in an hellish coliseum but also walk away unpunished, I am most certain that such a feat is next to impossible. And supposing for the sake of the argument that we were to somehow catch these villains and bring about their fall, would we really be able to return home afterwards?" the Ultimate Anthropologist argued collected.

"Come now, I won't allow a friend of mine to be so pessimistic. But if you're feeling hopeless, how about we see this as an adventure? Think of this as just another one of the escapades you do to other parts of the world on your culture studies, except this time, we'll just have the extra duty of collecting clues and, who knows, gathering the aid of trustworthy people as we explore this huge island. I already feel adrenaline just by thinking about it. Don't you?" Rantaro encouraged.

"Kehehe... There is such absolute beauty in trying to fight against the truth." the lanky young man chuckled as he placed his crossed arms in front of his untroubled heart.

"He's acting weird... The Korekiyo I'm seeing looks like someone who can't wait to go on a murderous rampage, rather than someone who is desperate to find a way out. This guy has 'Killer' written all over his face... I gotta be cautious with him..." Rantaro thought suspiciously.

"I do appreciate the fact that you wish to conserve collaboration and support within a terribly bleak situation. A truly beautiful sentiment. But don't bother trying to fool me or yourself; the Rantaro that I observed showed high intellect and calm composure to analyze his surroundings. We both know that if we wish to escape, every single one of our schoolmates and friends must perish." the masked boy threatened darkly as he pointed a sharp throwing kunai at him.

Rantaro's weapon was a ridiculous plastic hammer. Had he not been his cool, rational character, he might have thrown a hissy fit at his own pitiful luck. Fortune had been far nicer toward Korekiyo, though. The 6 vicious Japanese traditional daggers, known as kunai, gave him a dreadful advantage.

"Is this the part where you chase me down and kill me? And here I thought we were friends..." Rantaro spoke coldly, despite being in serious danger, as he backed off slowly with a defensive posture.

The Anthropologist threw the kunai with speed so blinding that the Adventurer had only time to flinch instinctively.

He waited for the pain to appear and use his adrenaline rush to somehow fight off his attacker, but... there was no need.

The menacing dagger hadn't hit him, though it was frightfully close. The same couldn't be said about the aquatic creature that laid dead by his feet, tainting the surrounding water with a horrible shade of red.

As they left the ocean water and its tranquilising waves in fear of sharks driven mad by the smell of blood, Rantaro noticed that he was saved from a huge eel with even bigger teeth, which must have crept unnoticed looking for a bite.

"Fear not. I have no intention to murder - I am not a brute. And even if I was, I would only start killing once I determined that living in harmony with the rest of our schoolmates would be an impossibility." he appeased softly as he quickly retrieved his weapon from his target .

I'm... not too sure if I trust that response... There are plenty of people in here that I'd trust, but Kiyo... Even when we hung out, he was always hard to read...

"I apologize if I frightened you. I'm fully aware that my appearance and demeanour may come off as... creepy, to some." Korekiyo said as he eyed his nazi-looking uniform.

"Er... It's alright. And thank you. Really." he conceded, still not entirely convinced.

They decided to depart from the beach and look for a place that would conceal them better, as they would be extremely vulnerable out in the open.

They hurried to a nearby Beach House, the place where they happened to meet by chance and decided to form an alliance instead of skipping to the murderous part. At the time, Rantaro was delighted that it was Korekiyo Shinguji the one he found, as they often chatted incessantly about their the trips, convincing him that they were somewhat close friends.

They even went to the bus that took them to that godforsaken island together, and the duration of awkward silences was surprisingly short. But in that moment, Rantaro doubted that the times when they talked about the Anthropologist's cultural researches would grant a solid enough friendship to prevent a betrayal.

They weren't that well acquainted. Not only did he see him as an extremely reserved man, he also always thought Korekiyo gave off a creepy vibe. In fact, it seemed like he actually enjoyed scaring others.

"Say, Korekiyo, you've been to Hungary, right?" the Adventurer approached the lonely Anthropologist. He hated seeing someone isolated.

"I have. Why, are you planning on travelling there next?"

"Yeah. Thinking about visiting Gyor, Budapeste and... pretty much improvise from there." he chuckled as he scratched his head.

"Kehehe... Spoken like a true Ultimate Adventurer! I see you enjoy the trill of spontaneity." the lanky boy guessed, genuinely interested in engaging in pointless chatter.

"Haha, fear of the unknown isn't my thing. Anyway, I heard you've been there before, so I was wondering if you could tell me some cool places to visit, or... anything that struck you as some sort of adventure! I don't care if it's some creepy haunted mansion, just give me the juicy info!" he requested with a dazzling gleam in his eyes, once he mentioned 'adventure'.

"Oh, well, I must apologize, for I cannot offer you the information you seek. As the Ultimate Anthropologist, none of my travels have leisurely ends. Purely professional. I visited a large portion of Hungary as one more of my cultural researches. Nothing more. So am in the dark when it comes to it's touristic value, much less to what sort of excitement it might provide to a seasoned voyager like yourself."

"Nah, it's cool. I like it better when I jump in without a plan anyway." he assured smoothly.

"May I ask why you wish to travel to Hungary in particular? It is not exactly a country that basks in the spotlight, yes?"

"Heard the capital was beautiful, that's all. How about you?"

"My sister once told me a delightful story about it. My interest peeked, so I determined I would make it my next object of study." he related enthusiastically as he hugged his own thin body. "Say, have you ever heard of a song called 'Gloomy Sunday'?"

"Can't say I do..." he responded after pondering for a moment. "But if it caught your interest, then I doubt it's some cheerful, regular song."

"Kehehe... excellent guess. Also called 'The Hungarian Suicide Song', Gloomy Sunday was a song created in the thirties, Hungary, whose lyrics described life as an empty burden and death as a comforting friend in a most disturbing way. The protagonist seemed to have fallen into crippling depression after his lover's death and wished to abandon the shadows that stalked his life and reunite with her in the other side, at his own planned funeral." he reported intrigued.

"So... they call it the Hungarian Suicide Song, because-"

"Because the suicide rates skyrocketed not only in its country of origin, but also in the United States, after it was adapted there. Consequently, urban legends arose, involving its connection with the following high numbers of suicide, resulting in mass banning of the melody. Some would actually believe it was cursed, or had some sort of hypnotic power or even ties with demons." Korekiyo interrupted eagerly, still embracing his own torso like a man would cuddle a lover. For someone so introverted, he seemed extremely interested in talking to Rantaro.

"Yikes, demonic songs?! Now I'm not so sure if I'll go through with this." he ran an uncomfortable hand across his green hair as he joked with a fitting laughter.

To be honest, that cackle was partially to expel nervousness. His sharp intuition couldn't help raising red flags about the fact that such a reserved man seemed so interested in discussing grim topics, with no respect for the dead.

"The most basic knowledge any self-respecting anthropologist has is that humans always find a way to justify what they don't understand... While it can't be ignored that some people's deaths were tied to the song, such as a shoemaker who quoted lyrics in his suicide note, and several other bodies were found clutching the song sheet's music, a quick investigation disproves all of that ridiculous nonsense." he spoke as he affectionately caressed his own cheek.

"...How so?"

"At the time, harsh poverty and famine plunged the people into a deep melancholic state, aggravated by the growing fascist influence. Their will to live was hanging by a thread, all it took was a small push... Fascinating how the human mind operates, yes?" he teased darkly.

"Are you nuts? Suicidal thoughts are not 'fascinating'. That's awful!" he scorned, almost offended.

"Well, I, for one, find all aspects of humanity, even the ugly parts, to be beautiful. The sheer depth of happiness and sorrow humans can delve into is nothing but complete and utter beauty." Korekiyo nearly screamed in ecstasy as he extended his arms to the sides.

"Hmph... And they call me cold... Didn't you say you had a sister? How would you feel if she contemplated death?" he countered with his arms crossed.

"Sister would never even dream of leaving my side. And neither would I... We will remain together until the end of time. From what I gathered, the same can not be said about you, yes?"

That hit a nerve. Hard. Due to his rich, promiscuous father, Rantaro had multiple step-siblings, which he loved equally. But then… on that fateful day… one of the sisters he held so dearly in his heart…

"I'll find her! She's not dead." he asserted coldly, after collecting himself.

"One can only hope so… You know, one of anthropology's greatest interest is cultural attitude towards death. Whatever the fate of your sibling, that I will choose to remain optimistic about, there's no such thing as a death that can be accepted. Why do you think so many different cultures have funeral rites? Why do you think rumors of ways to resurrect the dead never cease? The living must find a reason, however forced, to accept death when it happens. How you come to terms with death also determines how you live, yes? How will you live a life that faces death?" the creepy young man offered the largest amount food for thought Rantaro as ever heard.

It was weird. In his own weird way, Korekiyo seemed to have been trying to console Rantaro. He was obviously not very in touch with his emotional side, so he figured a Korekiyo-eske way to help him try to move on. And it worked. Very slightly, but it worked. He couldn't help thinking that the hole in his heart caused by… her… was a natural reaction shared by millions. His whole species could share his pain. Suddenly, he didn't feel so alone.

"Not sure if I should beat you up or thank you, Korekiyo." he sighed. There was a faint hint of relief in the air he expelled.

"Whichever you choose, I will make sure to thoroughly observe the beauty in your reaction…" he giggled hoarsely. Was that supposed to be a joke? Even his jokes are weird… "I just thought you needed to hear comforting words. I don't know what I would do if one day I stopped hearing sister's voice. And please, just call me Kiyo."

"Alright, Kiyo… You talk like you and your sis are attached to the hip, so how come I never saw her?"

"She is ill... And… you are not Her type." he stated firmly as he held the tip of his military regulation cap.

"Whoa! That was not what I meant!" he raised his arms defensively. He wasn't trying to have… something with Kiyo's sister or anything.

"Anyhow, what about your other sisters? I bet they are wonderful people! What are they like?"

And with that, Rantaro's and Kiyo's awkward and unlikely friendship began. They often talked about their travels and family. Kiyo frequently brought up his sister and also asked Rantaro about his own regularly too. Like, a lot. A huge lot. It was downright weird, so much to the point that the Ultimate Adventurer cringed every time he heard the word 'sister'.

"Rantaro? Are you listening?" the Ultimate Anthropologist asked the contemplative boy.

"Oh! Um... sorry, lost in thought. What did you say?"

"...Never mind..." he dismissed with suspicious eyes turned into slits.

As they returned to the beach house, the place where they had previously met by chance, they noticed that the only footprints in sight were theirs, meaning no one had entered the spot through the front entrance.

There was another door on the side that led to the road, though. Which meant any one who crept in from there would not signal their presence in the sand. They couldn't afford to let their guard down...

The students must have been reluctant to explore the completely clean beach, due to fear of leaving footprint trails on the sand, but they didn't know what they were missing out on. The house near the shore was quite luxurious, as though it was made specifically for celebrities on their holidays. It was a perfect shelter.

The ceiling was unusually tall and the multiple windows brightly lit the main room; there was even a crystal chandelier, for some reason. It literally served no purpose; if truly there were celebrities who went there on vacation, then they must have been very petty.

Next to the door that led to the road, there was an extremely spacious, opulent shower room. Relief washed over them, as the water bottles Monokuma gave them in their starting backpacks were at their limit. They could already feel thirst threatening to burden them, so the finding couldn't have arrived at a better time.

"It looks as though the tides of luck are finally rising! Quick, let's use this shower to restock on water!" Korekiyo whispered with replenished hope.

"Don't bother. It's out of order." Rantaro stated matter-of-factly.

"Huh? How would you know?" the Anthropologist asked puzzled. He could have sworn they had arrived at the same time. Rantaro entered through the lateral door that led to the road and he entered through the front door that led to the beach.

Additionally, neither of them had explored the beach house, as they went straight to the shore to see if they could find a raft or a boat or something, so Rantaro couldn't have known.

"I mean, it's only logical. Monokuma wants us to fight to the death. If everyone had water at their disposal indefinitely, we'd be comfortable enough to coexist and cooperate, right?" he explained confidently.

"Hmph... I suppose..." he accepted suspiciously as he confirmed that the shower indeed didn't work.

It was still a huge assumption. Someone with a very limited water supply, in a freaking Killing Game no less, would have at least checked. Something was off about Rantaro... He was definitely hiding something...

"Anyway, check out that window over there. It's pretty high up, but if two people work together, they might be able to come in. If we use this place as shelter, we have to barricade it, unless you have a thing for getting ambushed in your sleep." the Adventurer pointed out the high entrance in the wall.

"Agreed. All the doors can be locked. In order to secure our safety, we must do something about that. Let's see we can find something."

Before exploring another area, they briefly checked the bathroom closet. After a quick glance, they dismissed it as irrelevant, since there were only clean towels in sight.

As they left, they noticed a refrigerator in the main room, which contained five bottled drinks. Perhaps in order to balance risk with reward, Monokuma was generous enough to include it there. Upon further inspection, it was plain to see that the drinks were heavily colored, sweetened and above all, unhealthy.

"At least these drinks have water and calories in it. Um, I suppose we can't afford to be petty in this situation." Rantaro sighed as he put a bright pink bottle with 'Choco Drink' in it's label inside his given backpack.

"There is an odd number of bottles. How will we split the fifth?"

"Well, duh. You can't split cash, but you can split liquid, remember?" Rantaro joked at the obvious question.

"What I'm trying to say is: How will we find others and coexist peacefully when everyone struggles to survive. Do you think any of our parched friends will settle with only a fraction of what they have available?" Korekiyo warned darkly.

"Don't worry about that. Let's just take this and explore the island some more!" he mumbled and changed the subject irritated.

"What stops me from snatching all five of them and go on a killing rampage?" the tall young man threatened with slit-like eyes.

His heart skipped a beat and his adrenaline levels skyrocketed. For a second, he thought Korekiyo would take out one of his knives and attack him, but a loud noise miraculously interrupted his savage instinct.

"What the hell was that?!" he asked frightened, as quietly as possible.

"It sounded like something heavy fell." the other boy responded viciously.

That was the last straw. There was no shadow of doubt that Kiyo couldn't be trusted anymore. Regardless, he would still act as an ally until they determined what caused that noise. After that, he would leave.

The source of the sound seemed to come from the shower room, so they hurried there. As soon as he opened the door, Rantaro saw a pair of thin legs with white socks and sandals jumping off the high window.

"How did they sneak past us?" he wondered calmer.

"They must have been hidden behind the towels in the closet... Quick! Help me up so I can check who they were!" Korekiyo urged hastily.

"So you can kill them and then me?! You think I was fucking born yesterday?! I thought you were smarter than that, Kiyo." Rantaro refused coldly.

"Kehehe... and here I was hoping we could all get along... I suppose it can't be helped... I would do this sooner or later." Korekiyo pulled out two kunai knives from his pocket and lunged at him.

Rantaro quickly removed his backpack and used it as a shield in case he failed to dodge his attacker. With a ridiculous plastic hammer as an immensely inferior weapon, running away was all he could do.

Their lungs heaved as though they were fighting off a cougar. Their muscles were rock-hard tense. But still, Kiyo wasn't quite as animalistically enraged as Rantaro, almost as if he was already desensitized from the emotion that came with murder.

The Anthropologist proved himself far more athletic than his slender body would let on. Though his first knife swing landed on the backpack, his agility matched his opponent's and slashed his wrist.

Blood gushed from his arm all over the luxurious bathroom, and Rantaro could feel the unmerciful grip of death tightening. He desperately struggled to maintain his life functions as they slipped away...

Kiyo would absolutely love to stay and carefully observe his friend's slow, painful death. And investigate all of his reactions and behaviours as the light in his pale green eyes dimmed in their final conversation.

But he had more important prey about to slip by his fingers...

After he shot out of the beach house to chase down his next victim, Rantaro used the last strength he had left in his expiring body and crawled across the blood-stained floor towards the bathroom closet. With the arm that wasn't slashed, he dragged himself and almost failed to get up on his weakened knees.

He was less than a minute away from passing out from blood loss, but he still managed to grip a towel with his trembling hand and covered the mangled one with it.

If there is a God... Please, I hope that blade wasn't the one he used to kill the eel... Please tell me that kunai was not infected...

The towel was completely drenched in his crimson life fluid in a matter of seconds, yet he managed to tie it around the gushing wound forcefully with the help of his healthy teeth.

The bleeding was successfully staunched. Then, all he could do was lie down and hope that his body would repair itself while he was blacked out and that no one would find him.

Disappointed? Hell yeah. Surprised? Not even slightly. I can't believe I brought myself to trust that guy... That last time, I got screwed because I refused to trust others. But now, I got screwed because I made a leap of faith with Kiyo. I honestly feel more stupid than betrayed. I should have abandoned him when I had the chance, instead of sticking around, hoping to exploit him. Well, it's okay. By this point, I'm a professional survivor. This is nothing compared to what I've endured before.

In his last moments of consciousness, he wondered who were those lucky souls that escaped through the window. No one could jump off a window that high without the help of at least one person. The thin legs he saw clearly belonged to a female. They were quite familiar too... If he wasn't on the verge of fainting, his brain would spell out the name with ease...

Whoever they were, I hope they give Kiyo just what he deserves... Oh Kiyo... There's definitely something wrong with you... You're seriously fucked up in the head... Even before, that was plain to see... You talk about death and murder like you talk about the weather; you didn't even blink when you tried to kill me. Still, I can't help feeling sorry for you. You obviously went through something really fucked up to make you that fucked up... I think... I think that's why I stuck around with you. You helped me get over my sister's... disappearance. I wanted to return the favour and see if I could help you with your own issues...

"C'mon, Himiko! Don't stop running! They didn't see us!" Tenko Chabashira enthusiastically encouraged her lethargic friend, hoping to steer up some morale in her.

"Wh-Where are we going now?!" the pessimistic Ultimate Magician muttered.

"I uh... I don't know..." the Ultimate Aikido Master confessed as she tried to mask the massive amounts of stress that burned her chest, as she practically dragged her slow companion by the hand.

"You don't know?!"

"Just relax, Himiko! I'll protect you no matter what! Plus, only boys will try to attack us, and everybody knows that all males are good-for-nothing degenerates!" Tenko assured with a playful wink. Keeping an optimistic front, despite visibly sweating bullets.

"Oh no... What do I do? What do I do? She's seeing right through me. She doesn't have it in her to stand tall and fight. Without me, she'll give up in a second and get herself killed! I searched all the facilities nearby and there was always someone already in there. Thankfully, I fought them all off, but... what now? Those two degenerate males in the beach house have surely started giving chase! I knew we should have left sooner! God, there is only so much I can improvise!" the brunette screamed in her mind.

"Stop!" the tiny girl begged as she pulled her arm back. She paused for a little while to regain her breath.

"What's the matter, Himiko? Are you alright?!" Tenko asked concerned.

"No... I'm tired! I'm sweaty! I'm hungry! I'm done! This is all a pain. Surviving...and everything else... It's too much of a pain..." the red-haired female whined slowly and sluggishly.

"What are you talking about, Himiko? We're fine!" she chuckled nervously. "Let's just keep moving. We can't stay here out in the open."

"Face it. We're not fine... How could we be fine when we're... when we're in a Killing Game? This is all a pain..."

She swore she was one second away from lifting her and carry her while she jogged, that way they'd move a lot faster.

"Listen, I know things look tough right now, but we really don't have time to mope around. We need to find a place to hide, and fast!"

"What's the point... We risked so much in that beach house and all we managed to swipe was some juice and a lifebuoy... And because of you, everyone we met is gonna put us on the top of their kill list!" the lazy Magician lashed out desperate.

She was right. They had no where to go, and it was indeed Tenko's fault. When they investigated the nearby pharmacy, they were spotted by a docile Kiyotaka Ishimaru, who tried to form an alliance with them, but was dropkicked by the Ultimate Aikido Master instead, much to Himiko's dismay.

When they tried their luck in the Diner restaurant, a frightened Kazuichi offered his help to the girls. Himiko wanted to group up with him, as the numbers would make her feel safer, but Tenko just had to dropkick him too.

Upon a closer look at the library, they were met by a wounded, weeping Teruteru. Know what Tenko did? You guessed it: She dropkicked him.

Then, she insisted on taking a lifebuoy from the beach house closet, in case it would come in handy. Judging by the shark infested waters, it probably wouldn't be...

One by one, she ruined all chances of forming a strong guild; even worse, she was just creating more and more enemies.

Right now, they were investigating some sort of Ancient Ruin, relatively far from the Beach House. It was huge and completely covered by overgrown flora, so it was hard to make out what kind of facility it was. Vines, leaves and trunks almost completely covered it.

Unlike all other places they found, which practically shined by how clean they were, those ruins emanated a strong, mouldy musk, and was so dirty that a fog of dust lifted every time the wind blew.

"Hey, Himiko..."

"What?!" she answered vexed as she drank the last drop from of water that Monokuma provided.

"Doesn't this look like... Hope's Peak Academy?!" she asked with her hands in front of her extremely accelerated heart. The building which trapped her quivering gaze defied any logical explanation she could come up with.

Though Himiko thought Tenko was going mad due to malnutrition, she still gave it a more thorough look and... there was indeed a striking resemblance... "No way... It can't be!" Himiko practically screamed in disbelief. How could the prestigious school they frequented for the past three years be in the middle of an uninhabited island?

"Sh-Should we... explore it?" she nervously asked with trembling knees. She certainly didn't want to know what the hell was going on there, but... they didn't anywhere else to go either.

"I won't step anywhere near that place! It has 'death trap' written all over it!" the Ultimate Magician refused with clenched fists.

*Ding dong, bing bong*

"Ahem, Hope's Peak Academy's School Trip Executive Committee has an announcement to make... It is now 12:00 p.m.! That means it's time for me to report all the deaths that happened so far!" Monokuma's whimsical voice echoed in the air.

"Okay guys, wipe your ears, this stuff's important, and I ain't repeating shit! Ahem... milk, honey, eggs, bread, butt plugs, potatoes, absinthe, lettuce... Oh shit! This is my grocery list! Fuck, I seriously gotta lay off the morning martinis..." the teddy bear continued through the loud speakers.

Himiko and Tenko were utterly paralysed. It almost amazed them how a tiny stuffed animal with a playful voice could inflict such dread with a few cheap jokes. Instinctively, they sunk to their knees as they embraced and rocked each other's desperate bodies.

"Now, the first to kick the bucket was Hiyoko Saionji; thank God; followed by Leon Kuwata... Er, who's this guy again? And finally, Hifumi Yamada, who'd probably die of diabetes soon anyway. No big losses here, buuuut... C'mon guys, I know it's still only the second day, but I was expecting more than 3 deaths... Well, that's okay! I'm sure most of you are running out of food and water. So if you're feeling thirsty, I advise you to feel stabby too, 'cause you ain't feeling back-homey 'till eveyone's feeling deady."

Two pairs of trembling eyes shot instantly at each other's direction. Nothing but primal fear filled their pupils. Himiko seriously considered getting up and running away screaming. After all, the athletic girl who was holding her in her arms could easily squeeze her frail, little neck until she stopped kicking. How close were they anyway? For all she knew, Tenko could very well snap at any second and unleash some bottled up murderous frenzy...

"You know, in retrospect, maybe I'm being a tiny, little bit harsh on you. After all, getting trapped in an alcohol free island? Fuck me! I wouldn't stand that shit! So because of that, I've decided to lighten the mood for a little while... I will call this the Monokuma Theatre! Upuhuhu!" Monokuma announced with his signature screeching chuckle.

Monokuma Theatre...? Oh no... This can't be good!

"So, one day, on my high school years, I was having a math class with a totally smoking hot busty bear teacher, and the amount of fucks I was giving about the her lecture equalled two million times zero. Anyway, in order to lighten the mood I said «Hey yo, teach! You're like squared sine, and I'm like squared cosine, together we're one!»... Corny, I know, but keep in mind I was kinda high that day... Anyhow, she gave me a disgusted look and said «Oh mah Gawd, Monokuma, quit hitting on me and give me 100, now!" and I was like «Do you think I have that much cash?" and she was like "No, you fucking dumbass, I meant push-ups!". I couldn't think of any witty come-back, so «I don't have those either» was all I could say..."

Um... What the hell is going on? Is he trying to make us all go crazy faster...?

"... My whole class was laughing at me and saying stuff like «Oh mah Gawd! She owned yo ass!»... God! I was so mad! That was the day I discovered the limitless pleasure that despair provides... My come-back central was activated under pressure and I said «Oh yeah?! Well... at least I'm not a MOLESTER!», she gasped and said "Oh mah Gawd! How did you know?», and I was like «Duh! 'Cause you're always squeezing my hairy butt, dumbass!».

Then, that gaslighting slut flashed a smug grin and said «Um... no... it's actually you who squeezes you own butt!», and my class was like «Ooooh... How are you gonna come-back from that, Monokuma?!» and then I aimed my butthole at her, snapped my fingers and yelled «Suck it, BITCH!», and then she just stood there like a retard not knowing how to counter... Probably because she got dripping wet horny after checking out my sexy ass... Anyway, my class was like «Oooh, that's badass. Whoa, snap.. Badass.», my crush even said, «Oh mah Gawd, Monosensei's ass is getting owned by her own students!», and I was there all confident thinking «I'm the shit!». Was it worthy? Not really, 'cause she molested me after the class ended..." Monokuma finished his ridiculous story time.

At that moment, 'What the fuck?!' was the only emotion that Himiko and Tenko felt.

"What was my point with this story again? Oh, right! Since I know what it's like to get sodomized in the ass by an authority figure, I can empathize with your disdain for me for not giving you enough provisions... So like I promised at the beginning of the Killing Game, I will drop an indefinite amount of supply boxes with parachutes, that contain water, food and ammo... Keep in mind that the amount of boxes I send is proportional to the amount of survivors left, and that I will mainly drop'em on the places I deem will cause more despair! Upuhuhu!"

"That he deems will cause more despair...? Does that mean that he'll drop provisions on places where we might fight for them?" Tenko thought with her nerves shot.

"And... yeah, that's it... You can go on with killing now. Chop, chop... Monokuma out, mothafuckas! Peace." and with that, they heard the sound of a mic drop and the loudspeakers were turned off.

"F-Food...? Tenko, you need to get your hands on one of those boxes!" Himiko gasped.

Wait... 'you'? Why didn't she say 'we'?

"R-Right! Okay, he said he'd drop them... do you see anything?" the Aikido Master asked as she scanned the bright, sunny sky with a pale palm casting a shadow over her sensitive eyes.

"Over there!" the Magician screeched a she pointed vertically to the Heavens.

Relief caused the girls to laugh and almost scream and party in ecstasy as a large half-black, half-white box with a Monokuma logo fell with a matching parachute practically straight toward them.

Even the slothful mage felt hope cut right through her usual lethargy as she ran to the supply box. She was that thirsty.

Wait a second... Monokuma said he'd drop provisions on places he thought would incite a battle... That box fell almost on us, but Himiko and I haven't fought or even argued yet... Wind is also pretty much nonexistent at the moment... That means...!

"Himiko, look out!" she cried out.

Author's Notes:

Sorry to end this in a cliff-hanger, but don't worry! The next chapter will be up in a few seconds ;)

Also, was Monokuma's Theater too cringey? I hope it was at least a little humorous... XD

Oh, and the Suicide Song is actually real, for those of you who were wondering.