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ℐ 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉ℯ𝒹 𝓉ℴ 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓇ℯ 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓂𝓎 𝒸𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓋ℯ 𝒾𝒹ℯ𝒶𝓈 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 ℯ𝓋ℯ𝓇𝓎ℴ𝓃ℯ. 𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝓈ℴ 𝒾 𝒹ℴ𝓃’𝓉 𝓈𝓊𝒻𝒻ℯ𝓇 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓂𝓎 𝒾𝒹ℯ𝒶𝓈 𝒶𝓁ℴ𝓃ℯ.(^ω^)
*Cough, cough*
A wheezing, grating sound was heard by none as the rain poured down. It muffled her annoying pleads for air. The oxygen refusing to fill her lungs. She had been running, was still running.
‘If they find me I’m dead.’
That singular thought is what pushed her aching muscles to keep moving. To keep running. In all honesty she was never the type to run. She was very much a doer. A solver, an investigator. And what she found this time would put the whole world in danger if she didn’t tell.
‘I have to find someone, anyone.’
She was amateur at best. Maybe that’s why she was being chased. Heck, she didn’t understand half of the stuff she found.
‘Experimentation? Ultimate Hope? Mother Goose Project? And what does it have to do with Hajime? What does it have to do with Class 77-B? Where is Emi? Is she alright? Oh my lord, is she dead? They shouldn’t chase after her, she’s not an Ultimate, but then neither am I. Maybe they’re going after me because I know some or maybe because I know about everything else. I wish I could have stopped it. If I knew it was going to divulge into this, I would have stopped it. No, no, this is what I want.’
She kept running, faster and faster, she was almost at the gate. She grabbed the sides and climbed. Like a madman, like her life depended on it. Because it does, because in the distance you could see the herd of reserve course students coming for her. She barely made it over the fence when they banged on it.
The fall wasn’t that far, yet it was far enough to cause a sprain. Limping towards freedom, towards civilization, to tell all that was found, hope was crushed. Stand there haughtily, was a tall 5’10 figure, donned in red, black, and white. An eerie smile creeping on her face as she watched you fall. Legs having prematurely given out, as they thought you were safe. As you thought you were safe. She’s laughing to herself. The crowd on the other side of the fence was now surrounding you. She stopped herself once every exit was closed off by the crowd. You still on the floor heaving and she comes and steps on your back, digging her heel into your spine. You see her face and freeze. She looks absent, like the horrors she inflicted don’t bother her. Neither a smile nor frown paints her features. She looks bored. Portraying and having absolute power over you in this moment should invoke some kind of emotion and yet she looks bored. Then as if breaking from a trance a smile snaps on her face. She leans down so you can see her better. Then starts speaking in a nasally, babyish voice.
“And you thought you were so clever. Phu hu hu! You’re an idiot, the worst of the worst. An untalented piece of scum. A poor cowering sheep. But I do have to give you credit. I couldn’t have done it without you. You saw all the weird stuff happening around you and did nothing. You knew something was going on but you didn’t do anything about until it was too late. You could have easily prevented all of this if you just tried to open your mouth. I mean you are the only reserve course student with power. This is all your fault!”
She was cheesing the whole time. Dread seeped into your bones as your spine continued to slowly crack under the pressure of her fat foot.
“It’s not all my fault. So what if I had decided to say something. And it’s not like there was any reason to believe it was foul play. And it’s not like anything would have changed.”
She stopped, raising her foot and letting you breathe for a second. Only to slam her foot down on your back again, breaking your ribs under the pressure and fracturing your spine.
“Are you stupid? You’re an idiot must be. To never understand others envy of you or your own power. No, you knew and didn’t use it. Not that I’m mad. It’s better for me. I’m glad you were stupid. Because of you my plan went off without a hitch. Not that I had any doubts. But you did help, so I gave you a small mercy. A head start if you will. I hoped you enjoyed it, your face of despair was delightful, but it’s time for us to move on. To better, to more exciting despair.”
She hops off your back leaving you to die out in front of the school. To be watched by your classmates as you writhe in your last moments of life.
‘Fuck. I’m going to die. There’s no point. I tried so hard for nothing. I wish I could have helped. I wish I did help. There was so much going on that I let slide. If only I helped. If only I acted the moment this were getting out of hand. I could’ve saved them. All of them. I could’ve stopped her. Why. Why? WHY?”
Tears stream down your face as your breath comes to a painful slow. The rain beats heavy on your face, as if to drag you down where you “belong”.
‘If only I did something. If only I didn’t sit around and wait. Things would have been different.’
Sluggishly you move forward. Pained breaths ring loud in your ear, as you struggle to move forward. Even just a bit. To make a difference, one you didn’t have the heart to do before.
“Please. Please!”
Weak pleas escape but you can no longer move nor speak. Blood fills your lungs and mouth giving you moments to spare.
‘I want to save my friends! I wish I could save my friends. If only I could save my friends.’
And that’s the last thought she had. As she choked on her own blood the life in her eyes and the hope in her heart died.
System Request Received
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Loa-
Mission Accepted
Welcome Agent Z
Now Entering the world of the Danganronpa Anime
𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑡𝑜 𝑆𝑡𝑜𝑝 𝑎 𝑇𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑑𝑦
“I’ll help you fulfill your wish.”
You are Idolized
Glamorized
Dignified
But are you truly happy inside?
A story of a popular idol transported to a different world hoping for a life better than before….
only to receive worse than she bargained for
A short of a loner, hoping for someone to save him…
only to get completely destroyed in the wake of things
A note of a pirate who has nothing and everything, hoping for something...
only to miss that one thing
And a song of wash-up who wants to be anyone else but herself, wishing to escape from reality…
only to trap herself in her own fantasy
Join "Starlight" as she tries to survive in an all boy school and the stories of those around her.
Will everything be alright or will their problems kill all that's in sight?
Zero: Art
Zero (in female form).
This is her in chibi form
Ps: I like the chibi one a lot better because her legs don’t look as weird.
[System Starting…]
[Choose your mission]
In a time when multiple of the same idea exist, our main character has to restore the balance to the world they are called on. You, Agent Z, are tasked with fulfilling the last wishes and regrets of these characters. Prepare yourself to become immersed completely in a new identity.
The Main objective, become the female lead.
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Danganronpa 3: The Anime (Despair Side)
So what do you do with yourself now? If you could describe life in a metaphor, you’d be drowning in lemons. Disaster is at every corner. A whole class is bullying one student. Another has a walking force of nature. The new recruits are looking iffy. Sister branches are a mess. The government is doing something sketchy. And you swear one of the freshman is planning world anarchy? Is it possible to graduate without a national disaster? Heck, is it possible to graduate alive? Asha is about to find out!
Random Twst thoughts~
Just counted all current existing cards for the hell of it. Lilia, Rook, Floyd, and Jack all have 18 cards. They have the most cards out of all the other characters, with Sebek about to join their card count when his birthday hits.
Just a random thought
Day: March 12, 2024
is where the leaders of the future grow up.
It is a place where many monsters gather. They masquerade as humans, tricking them, and using them for their own goals. Underneath those beautiful facades lies an ugly truth. One that should never get discovered.
That is…
Unless…
You really want to know.
Do you want to know?
𝘈𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳
In the mornings this monster shows off its beautiful looks. Hair whiter than freshly fallen snow, skin as pale as a frostbitten winter morning, a height that is model-ready, hair like wisps of breath in the cold, and body lanky like a dead tree’s branches. It stalks the street, admired by all who pass it. No one knows the difference, that the model they all admire and respect is a monster, without a doubt.
At night the truth comes out. In the dark corners of the streets, a figure can be seen.
Woman, man, child, adult, human, animal, or monster.
You can't tell. All you can see is the corpse of Mr. Magna, the runner-up in last week’s election for mayor.
During the day she can be found acting like a normal person one who cries, one who sympathizes, one who has nothing to hide. But behind that mask is the truth of this deadly beauty.
He has no form. She has no name. They are no one. It had no identity.
But this changeling has evolved. It talks about your past together. It acts as if it knows you. Have they recently been replaced or has this thing always been your friend?
It doesn't matter now. Because everyone around you seems to know and they are okay with it. It follows after you, watching you. You have to accept it.
He is your beloved childhood friend.
I saw your post, it’s so spooky and intriguing can’t wait see what you got cooking in your brain. Best of luck with this
Ps I am not trying to pressure on you. I just saw you teaser and wanted to encourage you :)
Thank you (。・ω・。)
Long time ago, in a hamlet close to a cursed forest, a lone Dollmaker sat.
Forsaken and alone, he turned to his only talent. As the quiet creaking of wood and porcelain were muffled by the hacking of the soul. As the bodies jerked with each pound, the blood flung on the designs. Each piece of hair plucked then placed, showed a concerning amount of care, each joint move as if it was real. The forest, in all its plights, tries its best to keep most alive. As the book sat in the middle, its beauty outshined all that was bitter. So he sat and toiled and sawed a few creations both short and tall. By the end, he had fled, to give the ones before him more than they had before. Cursed was he, as said by all thee. He had strayed from the righteous path, playing god, messing with those long gone.
Following the butterfly lead him to his fate.
Called names by many, Savior, Devil, Messager, Collector, Manipulator, Dark Magician, all agreed he was pulling the strings of something most could never understand. Most considered him a legend, a tale, one to worn twisted by time, some few believe he was real. His power could have lingered, made it into modern day. And we would be none the wiser. After all…
He’s not real… is he?
From my personal playlist
“New Obsession”
Song -
“Heavy Metal Lover - Reloaded”
By: Lady Gaga
Can be found on YouTube