Pocky Quest
Characters: Kid OC's of someone or someones of the Surviving Six and Hiro Hagakure. This was for Pocky Day.
Somewhere in the many imagined futures we have for the characters of Dangan Ronpa, perhaps the real one in canon, perhaps another 'IF' where nobody died or different people survived? Who knows, think whatever you like…
At any rate, it's a place where there's no longer enough Despair for people to have at least survived and had their own versions of happily ever after, cliche as it is, at least for someone or someones close to Yasuhiro Hagakure, it's a nice safe tropey version of life after the story (at least as close to a Post Apocalyptic world could have, if it is in such a universe) with the kids and the house and the not dying and Pocky somehow still exists.
"Why're we hiding?"
"So Uncle Hiro doesn't see us, obviously."
"Why?"
"Because we have to try and take him by usprise, of course."
"What's that mean?"
"It means shut up."
"You shut up, you're not the boss of me!"
"I have 'seen your itty' cuz I'm older so, news flash, I am the boss of you."
"But–"
"SSSH! Someone's coming! Get down!" They ducked behind the sofa.
"Kids? You in here? I brought home some donut holes from the shop for you!"
The little one was about to blow their cover, but the older one held a hand over the younger child's mouth.
"Well, I guess I'll just throw them away then." The footsteps retreated.
Chomp.
"Gaaaah! You bit me!" the older one hissed, waving the injured finger frantically to relieve the pain.
"Why'd you made me miss Auntie's donuts!"
"Did you see any donuts?"
"No but she said–"
"Then there is no eviderence it wasn't a trick to find us."
The younger one pouted. "I want donuts."
"Don't you want to catch the giant Pocky instead of donut holes that aren't even real?"
"No."
"Well I do."
"How do you know Uncle Hiro's hair is really Pocky?"
"Cuz I saw it. He took a piece of it off and it was a giant Pocky stick, and he put it in his mouth and said it was really good."
"That's weird."
"Well he's weird! But if we can jump on his back or something when he sits down here we can have unlimited Pocky."
"What's that?"
"It means all that you want for free!"
"How?"
"Because hair grows back. And I think his grows back right away cuz…. it didn't look like there was an empty spot in his hair after that."
"Whoooooooooooooa."
"Here he comes! Hide!"
"Hey? Where are you little people? Your milk is getting warm!" he looked around, then set the two glasses down on the side table. "Are you putting glasses directly on my table again, Yasuhiro Hagakure?" A voice came from the kitchen. "Uh, no!" he quickly grabbed them up and put one of the glasses on the only coaster he saw, looking for another. "Geesh how even–!" He shrugged, giving up the 6 second long search, instead downing the glass in his hand in one gulp and placing it on the floor. "Worse than my mom," he plopped down on the sofa, where the kids were lying in wait. The poor man didn't stand a chance.
Yasuhiro Hagakure wished for a moment that just for once, he could have traded his talent (which was useless, since it failed to predict the broken table and ruined carpet) and had luck instead, since it was going to take a lot of luck explaining this one.