The Monstadt and Liyue boys: You are the victim of a killing game+you as the blackened
Diluc, Venti, Albedo, Chongyun, Kazuha, Childe, Aether, Xiao, Xingqiu, Zhongli, Scaramouche
Warnings: Blood, Death, Self-Hate, Self-Blaming, Depression Mentions, Swearing, Injury Detail, Execution Detail, All detail described is vivid, but original, slight mentions of suicidal intentions. Be warned, this fic is not for the faint of heart. Iâm on mobile, so please scroll past if any of this triggers you.
Based off of Danganronpa, but not many spoilers for the games.
Gender Neutral (You/Yours, They/Them)
Ultimates will be put next to the GI characters names, and yours will be â(Ultimate Talent)â.
They still possess their visions
This may interfere with canon, but this is an AU so that doesnât matter. Also it breaks some rules of Danganronpa, and again this a fanfiction so take that as you will.
The executions will be on a seperate line, if youâd prefer to skip the detail.
Requests are open! For Genshin Impact only at the moment.
Diluc, The Ultimate Winery Owner
Diluc had remained level headed throughout this ordeal, especially since you were there. He believed he had to protect you, and would do anything for you to both escape. It was just another day, during free time when the body announcement played. He sighed, knowing how upset youâd be, you were usually one of the unlucky few that ran into the body first. Unlike usual, you hadnât ran off to find him. âMaybe they havenât found it yet..â He muttered, his mind not dare travelling to the darkest assumption. As he walked, he became more concerned. Hopefully, you were just asleep in your dorm and had missed the announcement. As Diluc approached the area, he noticed the guilty glances of others. He was confused, and upon entering the room, he froze. He didnât want to believe it. There you were, chest slashed open. It was a gruesome sight, he felt sick. He rushed to your side, not wanting to believe this was real. But when he grabbed your arm, and it was cold. He blamed himself, he was meant to protect you. He didnât want to lose you too. But he did, and he snapped. Nobody saw him until the trial. And when your killer was found out? Well, he almost killed them himself. It wouldnât be surprising if he turned into a blackened.
âAnd that would make the killer, (Full Name).â One of the others had announced. Your boyfriend stared at you, in denial. You let out a laugh. âOh, well done. You got it right.â You seemed nonchalant about it, and shrugged. The voting was quickly dealt, despite Dilucâs protests. When Monokuma announced that yes, it was you, Diluc still couldnât believe it. He walked over to you. âWhy?â He questioned, but his voice was breaking. âWell, I wasnât planning on getting caught. I wanted us out of here, no matter the cost.â You said with a sigh. You seemed frustrated your plan hadnât gone through. He stared at you, with shock. He didnât believe it, he never would. But he knew what came next, youâd both seen it before. He didnât give the others a chance to get near you, and embraced you. You gave smiled one final time at the Ultimate Winery Owner, before the chain locked around your neck, ripping you out his arms.
Everyone was silent, as it started, but Diluc stared blankly, and if it wasnât clear, he was in silent tears. He didnât want to watch this, but it was like he was in a trance. You were tied down to a chair, something that looked like it was from an older time. There were mumbles about how this would go, most of the survivors being confused. That was until wine bottles were smashed against the ground near you, and he knew what was coming next. He wanted to rush in, and try stopping it, but it was like you could sense his thoughts, and practically froze him with a glare. The next part, broke the man, fully. A match was thrown into the spilled alcohol, and it engulfed the area in flames. Your screams and pleas destroyed whatever happiness he had left. And when the execution was over, he made a mental promise to be joining you soon.
The bard was always desperate for his freedom to be back, but he wouldnât kill, no. Especially not if there was a chance you could be hurt. Heâd developed an attachment to you throughout this, and youâd spend many nights in one anotherâs dorms. Youâd listen as he strums his Lyre, one of the few things keeping you both sane through this hellhole. That all came crumbling down, as he was the first to find your body, and screamed. Others rushed in, and Venti was hyperventilating. He wouldnât believe this, he couldnât. He refused to leave your bodyâs side. As much as the way you were murdered made him disgusted to see, he just wanted his moments to say goodbye. âIâm so sorry, (Name)...I failed to protect someone again.â He sobbed out once the others had left to search for clues elsewhere. When the killer was announced, Venti sure did have a few choice words with them. He was screaming, and wouldnât calm down. His composure was lost, and he wasnât the same after losing you too.
Venti couldnât believe his eyes as your name was voted by everyone. And when it was comfirmed? The bard ran to you and clung to your body. He begged you for an answer, and when you said it was for his freedom? He sobbed. He said things he didnât mean, and you knew he didnât, not taking them to heart. His gaze was hidden from the monochrome bear, and you nodded at it. Signalling the end of your time. You knew there was no where to run, and you feared that the male youâd loved would be hurt if you made a break for it. You kissed Venti on the forehead, muttering your gentle apology and that you loved him. He mumbled an âI love you tooâ and you knew he forgave you. But just as the words had left his mouth, you were ripped from him, now facing your death.
Venti couldnât watch, he knew you didnât want him to. âIâm so sorry, (Name)..â He said under his breath, while crying. You couldnât guess what would come next, when an instrument was shoved in your hands. If you messed up a note, the asphyxiation from the chain would only be slowed, not stopped. You just wanted this over with, and played to the best of your abilites. Venti covered his ears, he couldnât listen or watch. When it was over, he dropped to his knees still sobbing, and it took one of the others dragging him to get him to move. He was rarely seen again, unless needed. There never was a spark in his eye, like before. Any melody the others heard when passing by was dark, it made them sad just hearing it.
Albedo, The Ultimate Alchemist
The two of you had developed a relationship, both having being considered âoutcastsâ from the others. He would teach you of alchemy, and you would teach him (ultimate talent). You shared a gentle bond, even if at times it didnât seem like you were all that close around the others, both minding your own business. It was a late night and you were in his ultimate lab, he calmly asked you to try this one thing heâd been working on, and you agreed, knowing he would never hurt you on purpose. You took the glass from him, and drank it. You soon felt your eyes grow heavy, and it was as if your pulse was slowing. Albedo gently called your name, concern written in his eyes. You couldnât reply, seconds later, limply dropping against him. He felt panic rise, checking for any sign of life, and didnât find it. In the trial, he was mostly silent. And upon his guilty judge? He accepted it, he was furious at himself, the one person that trusted him, died by his hands? Who wouldnât that anger?
You laughed as your name was announced and Albedo stared. He didnât want to believe it, but he did accept it. There was nothing he could change, nor do about this. He wished youâd just spoken to him, and told him to do it. He would have, especially since you did it so he would be free from all this. Your boyfriend approached you, and hugged you. The others muttered things of âWell that wasnât a surpriseâ and the like. You gave him a soft kiss, before accepting your fate. âNow! Weâve got a special punishment for (Full Name) The (Ultimate Talent)!â With that, you were chained and tied to a pole. âThis is an especially special punishment, made by one your own!â The monochrome bear called out. There were confused yells, people panicking at one another. Who would it be?
The lights flickered off, then on again. But it was a spotlight. The light fell on Albedo. âWhat..?â He questioned, staring at the others. Just as his question fell from his lips, an agonizing scream could be heard on your end. Chemicals upon chemicals were being launched at you. The others yelled at him, wondering how he could do something like this to somebody heâd called a lover. Albedo didnât know, and called out again. âBut..I never wanted this?! Especially not for them..â He recieved a laugh in return. âNow now, dear alchemist. If you hadnât prepared all of these, your supposed sweetheart wouldâve just had a quick little death! This is all *your* fault~â Monokuma said with a sing-song tone. He was lying, this wouldâve had the same outcome no matter what Albedo did. But, the alchemist believed him. And cried. It was silent, and he didnât realise it, but he was crying.He fully blamed himself, there was after all no evidence otherwise. It didnât take long before he was considered dangerous, and avoided
Chongyun, The Ultimate Exorcist
An argument had been a bit too heated for him, and his condition acted up. Youâd went with him, to the small area of his lab that was colder than the rest. He would normally come with you there, to calm down. Usually, you were dressed more appropriately for the temperature. You didnât worry this time, more concerned over your boyfriend. You stayed cuddled close to him, but the temperature soon became too much. You didnât want to upset him further, and stayed silent. He didnât notice. You slowly felt your eyes shut, and rested more against him. He felt the weight, and went to tap your hand to let you know that he was fine now. But then he felt the skin that was far too cold. He screamed, and others rushed in. He didnât forgive himself. He should have known, noticed, anything...Many nights were spent crying himself to sleep.
Disbelief, and thats all. He didnât forgive you, but he did at the same time. He hated and loved you. It hurt, badly. And upon hearing your reasoning? He became more conflicted. He was lucky he brought popsicles, because otherwise it wouldnât be good for him. He saw your stressed expression and sighed, before walking over and hugging you. You would be dead soon, anyway. This is the least he could do. The moment came all too fast, and then you were gone.
You had to try fending off spirits, but they werenât real. You grew tired, fast as they werenât normal opponents, plus the cold chill wasnât anything better. Chongyun realised far too late he wasnât mad, and he still loved you fully. He almost called it out to you, but you slipped up and were killed. It was bloody, and he felt sick. He hated this feeling. He just wanted you back, and in his arms. At the very least, you were out of this game, and resting somewhere. Maybe...maybe he would join you early. This was caused by him, after all.
Kazuha, The Ultimate Poet
You and the poet were close from the beginning. It hadnât been long for a relationship to bloom from that. He would also tell you stories of his time at sea, while you both stayed together in the late evenings. You had said to him you just wanted to go grab a book, and he believed youâd be fine. That proved to be a fatal mistake, as when you entered the library, you were killed by a set trap. Kazuha waited, for an hour, before growing worried and rushing to your last known location. Being the library. He saw your body, and the panic rised. He quickly got everybody together, and was one of the main people during the investigation. At the trial, he was the first suspect, being the last person to be seen with you, and for not showing much emotion, but with his evidence, he was proven guilt free and the killer was found. They certainly didnât expect the insults that flew from his mouth. He was anything but calm now. Heâd lost two people by not being there in time, of course he was pissed off.
Silence. Thatâs all you were met with. You couldnât blame him, and you didnât want to guilt him so you made an excuse as to why you killed. You had done it so the two of you could be free and sail off. You claimed it was because you were bored, and wanted something interesting to happen. He didnât approach you. He just stared. It was disheartening. He still loved you, he just...he needed time. Time neither of you had. Not when you yelled out an apology as you were dragged to your final moments and any chance he had to let you know he forgives you, was gone.
You were sat in a chair, a book was slammed in front of you. Metallic hands wrapped around your neck and you guess what to do. Maybe...maybe you could survive this? You read, slowly, the poetry in hand. It was a painstaking process, but when you got to the end of the book, and lowered it, you thought it was over. Maybe this was a lucky chance? That was until you were finally choked fully. Kazuha knew he had time to yell it, that he did forgive you. But that was all gone now. Youâd never know that he did love you still, despite everything. Heâd lost two people close to him, and was now shut down. And tired.
Tartaglia, The Ultimate Freestyle Martial Artist
Youâd both taken a habit of approaching one another with an invitation to spar. It had started with him doing it solely to train you to defend yourself, but then it became a game to the both of you. Childe had decided today he would find you, as youâd snuck up often on him. He entered your dorm, calling out your name. What he didnât expect was it to be a mess, and have things broken. â(Name)? Are you here? Is this a prank....?â He had asked, while walking around, looking for you, but he never expected the site of your cold, dead body under a table. He approached, almost laughing. âCome on now, (Name), this isnât funny.â He reached his hand out, to grab your own, but being met with the cold feeling, he jumped back. He stared, and stared. He was in denial. He wouldnât believe it. He didnât. Not even at the trial. Not afterwards, not even at his own death, did he ever believe you were dead. He knew it was stupid, but somewhere inside he believed that this was some cruel joke, and you would both return home at some point.
In case you had any doubt, Childe forgave you instantly as the news was announced. You thanked him, and he held you. He wasnât upset or mad at you in the slightest. However, he was furious at Monokuma, knowing your execution would happen in mere moments. He held you, not wanting to let you go, ever. Tartaglia kissed your forehead, and muttered an âI love you.â You smiled at him, before being dragged away.
A pole was thrown in your arms as these things started to attack, you tried defending yourself, but it was hard. You thought youâd have a way out, but the stage you were on became slippery and wet, and you struggled. Childe felt a fury burn inside bright than before, and ran to your aid, disarming one of the things and using that to defend you and himself. It seemed to be going well, but they were coming faster than either of you could handle. Tartaglia swore he would get you out of there, but that all fell down as you missed a hit and were killed with one blow. Everyone thought it was over, but they kept attacking, eventually overpowering him too. At the very least, you were able to die together.
Aether, The Ultimate Traveller
Aether didnât believe his eyes, not when he saw the person he promised to be with forever, dead, stabbed so many times and blood marking most of your skin. It was horrifying, some of it wasnât even a knife, it looked like an axe or something. At the trial, he snapped. Heâd already been seperated from his sister, and now this? You were the one person he told everything to. And now you were dead? Aether was beyond pissed. He normally was sweet and pretty chill, but that was gone. All the frustration he had, was taken out on the killer. If it wasnât for the fact he knew youâd be upset wherever you were, Aether probably wouldâve killed them. He also had to find Lumine, and couldnât do that while dead.
He had one question. âWhy?â He wasnât mad, or upset, he just wanted to know. And when you quietly confessed it was so he could see his sister again? He cried. He held you close. He didnât let you go. Not as the votes were cast, not as it was confirmed you were the blackened. He couldnât be mad at you, after youâd given up your life so he could leave you guilt free? Maybe..there was a way he could save you. He didnât have time to debate, as you were ripped straight from him. He made a promise if he could, he would try to save you.
A fight. That was what you had to. Survive the swarms and swarms of enemies. Aether rushed in quickly, not giving anybody time to protest. You both fought, back to back. But it grew tiring, very tiring. Eventually, you were stabbed, and it pierced deep. You dropped down, sobbing out for him, and he froze up. This caused him to be also hit down. The blade was ripped from your back, and he reached his hand out, just to comfort you. He knew this was it, your and his death would be for nothing. Just as he was about to grab your hand, one of the bots stepped on it, shattering the bone. At the same time he grasped his own hand, you were brutally stabbed multiple times in front of him. He sobbed, before being killed off with blunt force to the head. He knew Lumine wouldnât find out. Theyâd been seperated again, and she was in another world entirely.
Xiao, The Ultimate Adeptus
You and him werenât close, per se. But still found comfort in the otherâs presence. You and him had this sort of thing where you would watch out for each other. He, however, kept more of a constant gaze on you. Xiao never took his duty to protect you lightly. He slipped up once. You called his name just a second too late. He found the killer fast, luckily. They were luckily he didnât kill them right there. He was...angry. At himself. Not at you. He made the mistake, he wasnât watching you.
Forgiven. Immediately. You apologised and all he did was...hold you? He apologised in return, and confessed the feelings harbouring in his heart. You blinked at him, shocked. But you reciprocated the feelings, and told him so. He felt regret he hadnât said it sooner. Maybe then...but he didnât have to reconsider his foolish decision as you were dragged down the hall.
Run. Thats all you could do. You ran and ran while the monokuma bots chased you. It also felt like you were running out of air. You wanted to survive...and knew what you had to. You called out Xiaoâs name, just soft enough. And he had to. He appeared by you and fought to your defence. The two of you ran, and ran more. Amd fought too. It seemed like the exit was in sight. And it was, but it was closing fast and..only one of you would make it. Xiao knew what he had to do, and sped up, shoving you through the exit...and he followed. You were...free. It was surprising and you gasped for oxygen, clinging to him. It surprised both of you, neither of you thinking youâd make it.
Zhongli, The Ultimate Storyteller
Close. You were close from the day you came here. Many nights were spent in each otherâs arms, him telling tales upon tales. Youâd listen with interest. But thatâs the fond memories he looked back upon. Now, he was alone. Without your constant questions, and curiosity. Without your hopeful reminder that youâll both make it out. All that was left was this trial room, and your to be found killer.
Forgiveness, again. He pulled you into the safety of his arms as your confession to the others spilled out. You admitted it was selfish, and you just wanted him and yourself to be free. They werenât happy, but understood. Thatâs all most of them wanted, anyway. Zhongli could feel your pulse begin to race, and slowly whispered one of your favourite stories. It calmed you slowly, and you were ready to accept what faced you.
The drag and then being locked to a pole? Painful, much? He wanted to avert his gaze. But you would expirience that, and it would be just rude of him to ignore you. He felt sick watching the Execution happen. Books flew at you from angles and at rapid paces. You sobbed out for help, but nobody could do anything. It was a cruel reality, but...maybe there was a chance? He thought, as your battered body dropped down from the pole...and you moved. It sounded like...like warmth. Safety...You heard him call for you...You tried moving to the sound, and just as you felt you could reach it, your skull was bashed in the final time. He only stared. He was...he couldnât take it. The pain was overwhelming..He wished he could just take you into his arms and say everything is fine but...it wasnât. And it never will be.
Xingqiu, The Ultimate Writer
A prank. Thatâs all it was meant to be, just a harmless little joke. Nothing to hurt you, let alone kill you. Just a simple water bucket prank. But he had no idea you already were heavily injured. And just as he noticed, it was too late. He dealt the blow. He was the blackened. He killed the love of his life, the one person who consistently tolerated his pranks and teases. Xingqiu accepted his fate, with no struggle.
Denial. Another one in denial. He considered this just like one his books he read lately. You would tell him that everything was a prank, you werenât the killer. But when everyone called the vote, and it was confirmed. He yelled at you. He was upset, at...everyone, himself included. Everyone..except you. He wanted to tell you, that he was sorry. That he did forgive you. But he couldnât, as the chain locked around your neck.
Chained down to a chair, and a paper was slammed down in front of you, with a pen. You were confused, but got the hint. You wrote and wrote, which had you distracted from the area slowly flooding. You slowly started to suffocate in the water, but it didnât bother you. You felt like it wasnât even happening. Xingqiu started yelling, begging you to try and survive. You couldnât hear him, only the sound of your own thoughts. And eventually, your body gave out.
Scaramouche, The Ultimate Debater
From the beginning, you had made an agreement. You would watch out for each other in trials, backing the other up, always an alibi. You considered him a friend, and told him so. You did consider him more, but kept that under wraps. But he never reciprocated..at least you thought he didnât. Scaramouche did feel the same, but thought heâd have time to tell you. He believed you would be there the next day, the day he would tell you. Tomorrow. He didnât want there to be a chance you didnât feel the same, but had considered it, because it would be better than you never knowing. He knocked on your dorm, expecting you to answer at the call of your name, but you didnât...And he grew annoyed, assuming you were sleeping in. He sighed under his breath, before opening the door, and being met with the sight he never wanted to see. Your bloodied body, clutching a letter to your bleeding chest. You were long gone. He swiftly walked over, trying to ignore the tears rising to his eyes and grabbed the letter, hoping to find some clue as to who your killer was. But as he read through it, his eyes widened. It was a confession. To him. In your writing, that he completely recognised. And he felt regret. He hadnât even told you that he cared about you. As far as you were aware, you were just a toy to him. Maybe at first, yes, but not as of late. During the trial, he was anything but calm, snapping if anybody dared to speak ill of you. When the blackened was found, they were screamed and swore at. Insults hurled second by second. They likely were terrified of him. And when they were executed, he laughed. If it was possible, people feared him more. And tried to avoid him at all possible costs.
Keeps defending you, even when it was a lie. When the votes were cast, and you were still found out, he started yelling. For a moment, others assumed he was an accomplice, but you and Monokuma denied that fact. He was still in denial, hardly able to accept the fate that was in front of his eyes. He asks you why? Why couldnât you just tell him to do it? Itâs rare to see him on the verge of tears, but his pride is in shambles. You gave a laugh, with a sorry before fate dragged you to your doom.
It was some kind of...trap. You were just stuck there. The contraption slowly brought you to your doom, or what you assumed to be. With some careful consideration, you managed to slip from it, avoiding the fate planned. Nobody knew this, and assumed you died when it was stopped. Scaramouche was not the one to find you, it was somebody else. They quickly brought you to him, and he hugged you, tightly. He was shaking, and yelling at the same time. He was just glad you were alive, thatâs all that mattered to him. You both managed to escale from there, possibly with others.
Well, hope that wasnât too OOC. Sorry for the gruesome imagines <3 Another angst fic is coming soon! Prepare :)
