NOTE:

hi everyone! it's been a while since i posted a work but uh here i am, posting a danganronpa fic hehe

so i uploaded this work a couple months ago (maybe a year ago now) but i never bothered finishing it and eventually ended up deleting it, but here it is again! i am very picky when it comes to writing and i wasn't really satisfied with how it came out so that's one of the reasons why i took it down, and also because it was REALLY REALLY rushed. (i apologize T^T)

i rewrote the first few chapters so they'll definitely be uploaded soon :3

anyway, i'll let yall read the work now. there will be more notes at the end and a couple of warnings before you continue reading ^^

enjoy the fic!


01

TWO TONED TEDDY BEAR

"Step to the front."

I'm roughly shoved into the gymnasium of Hope's Peak, the stern feminine tone of the mysterious girl sending shivers down my spine. A startled yelp escapes my lips as I stumble, my balance teetering on the edge of oblivion. The impact against an unseen obstacle jars my senses, a jolt of pain reverberating through my body.

Damn, that fucking hurt. I can't help but question why she chose to cast me aside with such disdain, treating me as a discarded plaything, forgotten and tossed aside.

I murmur under my breath. She could've told me to stand up or something, at least.

As I slowly lift my gaze, my eyes meet an unexpected sight: my face buried in a shirt adorned with vibrant streaks of paint. Colors danced before my eyes, mingling in a chaotic symphony of hues. Startled by the unexpected encounter, I find myself staring into the eyes of the person before me, their features dappled with a mischievous glimmer.

"Hey, you okay?" The words escape their lips, accompanied by a gentle grip on my shoulders, grounding me amidst the swirling sea of confusion. A soft chuckle escapes their throat, like a soothing melody floating in the air. My eyes widen in recognition as the realization dawns upon me. I know this voice all too well, its timbre etched deep within my memories.

Yasu Maeda, the Ultimate Artist, stood before me, triggering a rush of memories from our close friendship during middle school. I remember him coming over to my house and painting portraits of sunflowers. He mostly painted me though. For what reason? I don't know.

"Y-Yasu?" I stammer, my voice filled with a mix of apprehension and surprise, as I instinctively recoil from his presence. I cast a quick, anxious glance over his shoulder, only to realize that he was not alone. The gymnasium is filled with other exceptional students, each bearing their own unique talents. A few familiar faces catch my attention, adding to the bewildering puzzle before me.

Confusion swirls within me like a storm of unanswered questions.

"Oh, look, another student..!" The sweet voice of a girl caught my attention, its softness akin to the texture of cotton candy melting on the tongue. She spoke to another girl, both observing me with curious gazes.

My eyes flickered in their direction, drawn to the girl who held a plush bunny in her arms. Short, coral hair cascaded down to the tips of her shoulders, framing a face adorned with dazzling peach-colored eyes that shimmered against her porcelain skin. She seemed gentle, almost ethereal.

"Hey, her uniform..."

My eyes narrow.

"Hey Chizuki, isn't she from the Reserve Course?" The tealette next to her softly spoke, adjusting her white mask as she hovered near her friend's ears. "It looks like it," Chizuki replies, "I think that's the girl that Yasu hangs out with. She looks nice. Maybe we can talk to her, Misumi."

The peach-haired female noticed me staring, and once we made eye contact, I looked away.

"Yasu, what are you doing here?" I ask as I glance back at Yasu, yet he only gives me an awkward smile and shrugs, chuckling a bit. "I don't know, actually," He confessed, his hand ruffling the back of his head in a gesture of bemusement. "That girl brought us here." Yasu motioned toward the black-haired girl standing behind me, indicating her role in this perplexing situation. Furrowing my brow, I tried to make sense of it all.

This is odd.

"Hey."

A sense of unease washed over me as the raven-haired girl's piercing gaze met mine, her eyes a stormy hue of purple-gray. Her expression conveyed a palpable annoyance, an undertone of impatience that sent a shiver down my spine.

Does she always have that pissed-off look on her face?

"Enough chit-chat. Place your phone in here." She grabbed a giant plastic box, which was filled with a bunch of other cell phones, I assumed they belonged to the Talented students.

Why should I give you my phone? I don't even know why I'm here.

Sighing, I turn to the ravenette, who stares at me in return.

"I'm not giving you my phone."

I felt a light squeeze on my shoulder. "...Don't question it, Yukari. Just do it." Yasu whispers, not the quietest whisper.

Reluctantly, I turned my attention back to the ravenette, her freckled face etched with determination. My gaze locked with hers for a moment, skepticism lingering in the depths of my eyes. With a sigh of resignation, I extracted my phone from my pocket and hesitantly placed it atop the collection of devices in the plastic box. The ravenette proceeded to place the box on a nearby table, her expression remaining devoid of any emotion, leaving us with more questions than answers.

"U-um...before you do anything..w-why are we here?"

My gaze shifted towards a blonde-haired girl with bangs, adorned in a vibrant pink outfit that stood out amidst the sea of uncertainty. Her voice carried a sweetness, reminiscent of the delicate flavor of strawberry milk.

The girl's innocence was evident as she questioned the purpose of our presence in this place. "I was told this was a school meeting.."

"Shut it, you tramp!"

Before anyone could respond, a harsh and venomous voice cut through the air, interrupting her innocent inquiry. It belonged to a tiny, brown-haired girl, concealed within an orange bear hoodie, who seemed to revel in her authority over others.

"No one told you to speak!" The brunette spat, her words dripping with malice.

"O-Oh, I-I'm sorry..!" Blondie recoiled, instantly bowing down in apology. I can't help but scoff at the sight. Why the hell would you want to apologize to a shortie like her? She's tiny as hell, she has no power over you...

"Now now, calm down, Emiko." A light-green-haired boy walks up to the tiny female, grasping her shoulders. Clad in an elegant barista outfit, he exuded a sense of refinement that set him apart from the rest. "Leave Hitomi alone. She didn't do anything wrong; she was just asking a question." he urged, his voice laced with a soothing tone.

"Stop babying me, Katashi!" Emiko snarls in reply, puffing her cheeks. "I'm not a kid!"

"Yeah, well your height doesn't make a difference," I mutter.

"HEY! NO ONE FU-"

The way Katashi abruptly picked up the girl by her sweatshirt and hauled her away while clasping her mouth reminded me of how you would pick up an unruly cat. But really, she's like a little chihuahua, due to her personality.

"She's a bit much, isn't she?" A blonde male says to Hitomi, whose face suddenly turned pink. Ah, she likes him, for sure . "Y-yeah...I guess.." The girl quietly peeps, fidgeting with her fingers as she shyly looks at the floor. "But she doesn't really bother me, Kiro...you don't need to worry."

"Hey, flat-ass," Emiko grunts towards the raven-haired girl, who blinks as her cheeks flush red afterward. "What the hell are we doing here?! I was told this was a school meeting!" She yells, her voice filled with frustration and confusion.

"I-I um-"

"We're questioning that too if you didn't notice," A red-haired boy grumbles from beside the brunette, crossing his arms in frustration. His fiery locks match the intensity in his eyes as he gazes at the black-haired girl. "You're not the only one who's frantic and worried about this. We're confused too."

I turn my attention toward the red-haired boy. There's something about him that feels familiar, but I can't quite place it. Perhaps we've crossed paths before, or maybe he's just one of those faces that linger in the back of your mind.

As I study his features, I notice the determined set of his jawline and the furrowed lines on his forehead. It's clear that he's not one to back down easily.

"This isn't one of your pranks, now, is it, Hanako?" A black-haired male, who stood beside the redhead, glanced skeptically at a hot pink-haired girl. Accompanied by a purple-haired boy, they bore a striking resemblance, evident in their shared eyes and nose. It was clear that they were siblings.

"What? No! Trust me, if I wanted to play a prank on our class, Ryuto, it'd be a lot scarier than this," Hanako retorted, a mischievous grin spreading across her lips. Her playful nature was apparent. Akimitsu, the male standing beside her, let out a sigh, his demeanor more reserved. "We don't even know why we're here," He added, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

The mention of a potential prank only added to the confusion and frustration in the air.

When I realized that everyone was confused as to why they were here, that's when it hit me:

Something is wrong. Something isn't right.

The doors burst open, and when my eyes landed on the greenette that had entered the gymnasium, I froze.

This is the last place where she would be.

"You're late," The ravenette sighs in frustration, as the greenette gives her a disapproving look with those sour pink eyes of hers. "Not my fault I was bleeding my fucking pants," She grouses quietly, "None of these fucking bitches had tampons."

The tension in the room grows thicker as the ravenette, clearly, the one in charge, glares at the greenette with a mix of annoyance and concern.

"Whatever, just go join the others," The slender female sighs, giving a dismissive wave of her hand. The greenette, seemingly unfazed by the tension, makes her way toward the rest of the group, her expression still one of annoyance.

As she approaches, I notice the greenette's disheveled appearance. Her uniform is slightly wrinkled, and her hair is in disarray. Midori has always been disorganized, I know that, but jeez, this is on a whole new level. It's as if she went through a whirlwind before arriving here.

Please don't notice me, please don't notice me-

"...Yukari?" Midori furrows her eyebrows in confusion as she scans me and Yasu, "What the hell!? Why are you here!?" The greenette grasps my arm and drags me away from Yasu, her eyebrows scrunched in anger and confusion. Clearly, her eyes speak: What the fuck are you doing here?

"Why do you care?" I scoff. Midori's grip tightens around my arm, her nails digging into my skin. Ouch.

"Can you let go?" She's always so violent, and for what? I try to pull my arm free, but her grasp holds firm. It's as if she's determined to keep me within her clutches. Midori's eyes flicker with a mix of anger and frustration. Her voice drips with sarcasm as she retorts, "Oh, sorry if I'm inconveniencing you, princess ."

I roll my eyes, shoving her arm away from mine and crossing my arms. "I don't need to hear your bullshit." I retort, my voice laced with irritation. The tension between us continues to escalate, and it feels as if the room has become a battleground.

Midori's eyes narrow, and her lips curl into a sneer. "You always think you're better than everyone else, don't you?"

"I'm not here to play your games, Midori. And I sure as hell don't need your validation." I really don't, you bitch.

The room falls silent, the air thick with animosity. Midori's expression shifts from anger to a mix of surprise and indignation. It's as if my defiance has caught her off guard, momentarily rendering her speechless.

Yasu steps forward, his presence a calming influence in the midst of the brewing storm. He places a hand on my shoulder, his touch grounding me.

"Enough," He says, his voice carrying authority. "We're all here for a reason. Let go of your personal grudges and focus on what matters."

Midori's grip on her anger seems to loosen, and she shoots one final glare in my direction before releasing a frustrated sigh. "Whatever, I just can't wait to go home and not look at your corpse-looking face." She mutters under her breath, her words filled with a mixture of disdain and resignation. It's clear that my response has affected her more than she'd like to admit.

"Utter one more word and your so-called pretty face will be torn to shreds." I snarl.

The tension in the room escalates once again, the atmosphere crackling with hostility. Midori's eyes widen, a flicker of fear momentarily crossing her features before she quickly masks it with a defiant expression.

"Stop it," Yasu spoke again.

Midori's sneer fades into a scowl, her pride wounded but her anger momentarily subdued. She glances away, her gaze avoiding mine.

"You're not gonna do shit, Tsukuda." The greenette murmurs under her breath.

My eyes narrow.

Oh, trust me. I won't hesitate.

I take a deep breath, my anger still simmering beneath the surface but now kept in check.

"I apologize for the interruption, but I have a question," The redhead from earlier speaks up, his voice filled with concern. "We're missing two people-"

"We'll provide explanations later," The ravenette interrupts, her violet eyes darting around. The mention of "we" raises further confusion within me. Who are these people? What is happening? My mind races with unanswered questions. "Just stay inside the gym. Don't even attempt to leave; the doors are locked."

A wave of panic washes over me as the realization of our confinement sinks in. I feel a chill creep up my spine, freezing me in place. There's no way.

"What?" Chizuki peeps.

"What do you mean the doors are locked!?" A pink-haired girl with pigtails yells, her purple eyes widening in horror to show the slightest bit of anxiety in her expression. "Let us out of here!" The pinkette continues to yell, her eyebrows furrowing in anger.

"Hey, calm down, Keiko!" The girl beside Keiko exclaims, her voice raspy and somewhat deep. She was wearing really dark clothes and she had purple dark hair that complemented her clothing nicely. She looks like an occultist or something on that subject.

The atmosphere becomes charged with tension, the urgency, and fear palpable among us. The room feels smaller — suffocating. I feel like I can't breathe.

Just stay calm. Just stay calm and everything will be-

"You think you can just fucking lock us up in here for no reason!?" a snarky voice yells, filled with anger and defiance. The room falls silent as everyone turns their attention to the source of the outburst. It's some guy with orange hair, whose arms were slightly bulky. I bet he works out.

"Yeah! Let us out of here!" This time, the voice is from a blonde-haired female, her fists clenched tightly, radiating a palpable intensity. Standing beside her, a girl with brown hair and bangs reaches out, grabbing her arms and shaking her head.

"Rina, no," she says firmly, her voice carrying a sense of caution and reason.

"But Hisa..."

The ravenette in charge begins to stuff her hands in her pockets, somewhat struggling, and then in the next moment...

She took out a gun, and then, there was a scream.

"HELP! SOMEONE HELP!" Emiko's piercing screech echoes through the room, shattering the brief silence that followed the sight of the gun.

Shit. My body moves on its own, my hands coming up to my face to defend myself. Why does she have a gun!? Half of the students begin to race for the door, banging their fists against it, doing anything to escape from the gym, but I know for a fact that there is no way out of here.

There is no escape.

"You think you can hold us hostage?!" A brown-haired male exclaims, clutching his basketball against his chest like it was the most precious thing in the world. "We can call the police, I'm sure they will know what will-"

"Ah, ah ah! I wouldn't do that if I were you! Nyuk, nyuk, nyuk..."

A hush falls over the gymnasium as the unsettling voice pierces through the air. We stand frozen, our eyes wide with fear, as the source of the voice remains concealed in the shadows. The atmosphere grows thick with tension, and an eerie sense of foreboding settles upon us.

Kiro's voice trembles as he breaks the silence, his words barely audible. "What was that..?"

Suddenly, a teddy bear jumped from the podium in the center of the stage, sitting on top of it as it faced us, its eerie red eye sinking into the depths of our very souls. The teddy bear was in black and white, half and half, almost to represent a balance between something.

I couldn't tell whether the teddy bear was soft, and fluffy on the inside, or metallic and rough like sandpaper.

"Well, well, well, it seems we have some defiant little mice in our midst. How utterly entertaining!" The teddy bear cackles.

"...A...teddy bear?" Yasu says from beside me, confused.

I'm confused too — Where the hell did a teddy bear come from? And what's it doing here!?

The air grows heavy with an unsettling silence as we stare at the peculiar bear. Its presence seems completely out of place in this grim situation, adding a touch of absurdity to the already bewildering turn of events.

"I know what you're all thinking, and no, I'm not a high-tech build-a-bear reject!" He says, his voice both cheery and disturbing at the same time.

I can't help but shudder.

"What the hell is that!? What kind of teddy bear fucking talks?!" Midori shrieks, her voice piercing through the air. I can see the disbelief and fear etched on her face, mirroring my own emotions.

"Not a teddy bear, MONOKUMA !" The bear emphasizes, its voice filled with a strange mix of amusement and malice.

Monokuma..?

"W-what the hell..?" Keiko, the pink-haired girl with pigtails, stares at the bear in confusion. She's mortified — I am too.

The sight of a talking bear, dressed in black and white, with a haunting red eye, defies all logic and reason. It's a surreal and nightmarish presence that has invaded our reality.

"Hm, mysteriously brought into Hope's Peak without any reason, cellphones are confiscated, and now a talking teddy bear..." A boy with short black hair muses, his smirk revealing a hint of intrigue. He caresses his chin with gloved fingers, adding an air of mystery to his presence. "...Odd, but very interesting."

"...Okay, I think I'm hallucinating or something. Everyone close your eyes and pinch yourselves!" The brown-haired boy from earlier suggests, his voice filled with a mix of confusion and desperation. He shuts his eyes and proceeds to pinch himself, only to wince in pain. "Ow...that didn't help." He rubs his arm, clearly disappointed by the lack of results.

Why did you even think that would help in the first place?

"Dude, do you think this is a fucking joke or are you just fucking dumb?" The snarky voice from earlier growls, drawing my attention to the orange-haired boy with well-defined arms. His frustration is evident in his tone. "We're not in a fucking VR or some shit, this is fucking real life, Yosuke."

"Okay, tone down the language, Kenji!" Hanako interjects, her voice laced with exasperation.

"Whatever!" Kenji dismisses her comment, but his irritation is still palpable.

" HEY! All of you shut it! I'm trying to talk here!" The teddy bear yells, and all of us shut our loud mouths. I'm still confused as to why the hell there's a teddy bear talking to us...Where are the teachers? Where's the staff?

I feel weird. Something uneasy churns in my stomach, and I don't know what it is.

"Jeez, Louise! You bunch are ill-mannered, that's for sure! And here I thought Hope's Peak's students would be more respectful..." Monokuma grumbles, jumping down from the podium and approaching us. However, we instinctively step back, wary of his presence. Clearly, we don't trust him.

"Well, sorry ..." Emiko grumbles, offering a forced apology.

"Who gives a shit about manners?! We want to know why the fuck we're here!" Kenji's outburst echoes the thoughts that have been running through my mind. It doesn't make sense to be respectful when we've been forcibly taken against our will.

"Now, now, Kenji. It would be nice if you calmed down for a moment," The black-haired male interjects, his voice carrying a calm and composed tone.

"Shut up, Yosei!" Kenji snaps back, his frustration unabated.

"Will you two relax?!" Katashi raises his voice, trying to diffuse the tension.

"Hey, SHUT IT!"

Silence fell over the room once again, as we turned our attention back to Monokuma. He cleared his throat, placing his paws behind his back, and began to pace around the gym, his red eye scanning the group.

"Now, I'm sure all of you are wondering why you were brought here in the first place," Monokuma started, his voice filled with a strange mix of amusement and malice. His gaze locked onto each of us, intensifying the unease in the room.

"Yeah, no shit," Kenji scoffed, his frustration still simmering. Hisa, the brunette girl standing next to him, nudged his shoulder, urging him to restrain.

Monokuma clears his throat once more; his frustration is evident in his sigh. He begins to murmur inaudible words, his voice filled with an unsettling mix of amusement and deception. "You all were brought here to do one, simple thing! It's not a big deal, really. Sure, there are risks, but it'll all be worth it! Puhuhu... "

That laughter, that sinister laughter, echoes through the gym, sending shivers down my spine.

He's definitely hiding something behind that oh-so-cute appearance.

He isn't the innocent teddy bear he thinks he is.

I don't know why he's laughing; I don't know how anyone can find something funny in this type of situation. We're worried — confused, and downright fucking terrified. Who is this teddy bear, and what the hell are his intentions? Are his intentions good or bad? So many questions ran through my head during this moment.

"Who are you?" My voice trembles as I gather the courage to address the enigmatic teddy bear.

Monokuma's red eye narrows, his grin widening as he locks his gaze onto me. My stomach churns with a horrible, sickening, dread. It's as if the air around us has turned heavy and suffocating.

"Who am I?" He grins, "You may call me your worst nightmare."

"What?" Yasu says breathlessly.

Monokuma's grin widens, revealing rows of sharp, menacing teeth. "Oh, it's quite simple," He retorts, his voice dripping with malice. "I am here to bring despair, to watch you suffer and tear each other apart."

Tear…each other apart? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?

"Just spill it already, you dumb bear!" Kenji snarls, yet his words fall on deaf ears as Monokuma chuckles nonchalantly, his eerie voice cutting through the tension. "Oh, you'll find out soon enough. But where's the fun in telling you everything right away?" He grins wickedly, sending shivers down our spines, intensifying the already thick atmosphere of fear and confusion. His refusal to provide clear answers only heightens our sense of helplessness.

"Enough with your games!" Emiko's voice quivers with a mix of anger and fear. "Tell us why you've brought us here and what you want from us!"

Monokuma's giggle pierces through the tense silence, amplifying the unease in the room. The sound is twisted and unsettling, echoing off the walls, making it impossible to ignore.

"You want to know why you're here?" He taunts, his voice dripping with sadistic amusement. "Very well, I'll give you a glimpse into the twisted game that awaits you."

The monochrome bear waddles his way toward the stage of the gym, his red eye fixated on us, relishing in our growing anxiety. With each step, the air grows heavier, suffocating us in a blanket of fear.

"If you want to know that bad," He grins, "Why don't I just show you?"

He pulled down the vibrant red curtains, and the moment our eyes landed on the center of the stage, our throats tightened.

No…no there was no way this was happening.

There, in the center of the stage, was the corpse of a girl with dull red hair, her lifeless body lying in a pool of crimson. The sight was both haunting and grotesque. Her pale skin, now tinged with the pallor of death, contrasted sharply against the vibrant red of her hair and the deepening shade of the blood surrounding her.

That's…Reiko. Midori's best friend.

O-Oh..my god.

It doesn't take long for Midori to start screaming, a raw, guttural sound that echoes through the gym, mixing with the horrified gasps and sobs of the others. "N-No…! NO!" Her voice is filled with agony and disbelief, each cry tearing through the heavy air like a blade.

No no no no…This can't…this can't be..!

"NO, REIKO!" Midori's desperate pleas fill the room, "...T-This can't be happening, LET US OUT OF HERE!" She starts to run towards the exit, her trembling legs are barely able to support her weight.

"H-Hold on, Midori, WAIT!"

As Yasu tried calling out to her it was too late, because the ravenette was pointing her gun at the greenette's head.

Holy shit!

Midori's heart pounded in her chest, the thudding rhythm drowning out all other sounds. The air seemed to grow thicker with each passing second as if it were conspiring against her, pressing against her like a suffocating shroud. Her gasps for air became more desperate, each breath a struggle against the invisible weight that threatened to crush her.

"Stop!" Yasu's voice trembled, a mixture of shock and horror. "P-Put the gun down!"

"T-This can't be real…" Keiko spoke breathlessly.

Monokuma cackles in the background, his sadistic laughter cutting through the tension like a knife.

"Oh, seeing you all like this gives me chills!" The bear laughs, his voice dripping with sadistic amusement. His red eye fixated on the scene unfolding before him, relishing in their despair. "You can put the gun down, Mukuro."

The ravenette, Mukuro, retracts the gun away, slipping it into her pocket as if nothing had happened.

The rest of us stood there, completely frozen, our bodies locked in a state of shock and disbelief.

Reiko is dead.

There's a dead body in Hope's Peak Academy.

Someone killed her.

"Why are we here.." Yosuke spoke shakily, "W-What the hell do you want from us!? Give us AN EXPLANATION!" He yells, his voice trembling with a mix of defiance and desperation.

The room seemed to darken further, shadows clawing at the edges of our vision, threatening to consume us.

Monokuma's cheery voice cut through the heavy silence, his words dripping with a sickening mix of amusement and malevolence. "Oh, my dear students, the answer to your questions lies within this twisted game of despair that I have prepared for you." He snickers, his voice sending shivers down our spines. The malevolent bear stood atop his podium, his red eye glaring at us with a chilling intensity. His presence alone suffocated the room, his sadistic delight palpable in every word he uttered.

"The rules are simple!" He giggles, his voice echoing through the room. "All you have to do is…"

His sentence trails off, leaving an eerie silence hanging in the air. We stand there, our hearts pounding in our chests, awaiting his next words with a mixture of dread and anticipation.

After a moment that feels like an eternity, Monokuma's voice returns, colder and more sinister than before.

"All you have to do is kill."


NOTE:

was that intense? man idek anymore LOL

anyway im just gonna get straight to the point. here's a heads up before you read.

I DO NOT own the danganronpa franchise in anyway, whatsoever. credit goes where credit is due. i only own my ocs. this is NOT CANON to the series whatsoever and is only a fan killing game for my ocs.

* pls note that this fanfic contains graphic descriptions of violence, and major character death. (be prepared to cry)

* there is a lot (and i mean A LOT when i say a lot) of cursing, swearing, and derogatory slurs in this fanfic. this fanfic also contains a bit of sexual content and sexual innuendos, so be prepared for that.

* there are mentions/thoughts of self-harm/suicide, and mentions of abuse/trauma. (you can def skip those parts if they are too much for you!)

* BEFORE YOU CONTINUE, pls pls pls note that there might be spoilers for danganronpa 3 (despair arc only) as this takes place after the despair arc, but before trigger happy havoc :)

anyway that's all, i'll probably update this, and pls lmk in the comments if anything makes you uncomfy! (pls do)

author out :D