Dankenstein's Creature

Ueli | 16 | ♏ | ENFP RP Blog for Danganronpa OC. Currently affiliated with Despair Trigger.

[smbc-comics]

[we-kant-even]

Philosophers:

[edenific]

doodlin

[arrfrancis]

me as a vampire:

[zapurongu]

What if the reason Reaper drops his guns is because he doesn’t know how to reload

[cagedalbatross]

Smell The Roses || Chapter 2 || Koro + Ueli

[cagedalbatross]

“Me but.. stronger? Um…”

Ueli’s just confusing Koro now- they forget all about being worried. Somehow. With one piece of soap still in their hands, they pass that back and forth with themselves idly.

“Uh, or is that a name? You-but-stronger-sama..?”

They’re so confused…

[shsl-prankenstein]

Ueli grinned at Koro as they awkwardly fiddled with that soap they were holding. It seemed like Ueli had really gotten them mixed up. They briefly wondered if they should mess with them a bit more, but decided against it. They should at least give Koro their name before trying any of that stuff. 

“Nah, that’s not my name. It’s just... a joke, you feel me? I’m Ueli Wyss, from the trial. Remember me?” They laughed a bit. Ueli couldn’t really blame Koro if they didn’t remember them, but they liked to think they made an impression on the room. 

“But that was so long ago. What are you doing here friend-o? Do you come here and look at soap often?”

[bano-2d]

I love this.

[cagedalbatross]

Smell The Roses || Chapter 2 || Koro + Ueli

Koro needs to go sulk after that trial. They leave the pendant they were given in their room after they finally work up the energy to leave their room. Once out and about, the timid creature quickly made it’s home in the storage room. So closed and small. It’s comforting.

They’re rummaging their hands around in… a crate of soaps? Rose soaps, to be specific. They’re holding some up and looking at them before sniffing them and moving to another one. What the heck are they doing. 

When they hear the door creak to show someone else entering the room, however, they swivel around on their heels to face the door with their hands full of soap.

“Oh? Uhh, who’s there?”

The casually drop some soap back into the crate as if to pass it off as no big deal. It isn’t a big deal, is it? Koro’s honestly worrying about nothing.

[shsl-prankenstein]

That trial was fun. Ueli knows they certainly enjoyed it. It was an amusing debate; watching everyone go back-and-forth was great. That red-headed fellow sure was laughing a lot, and Ueli went and sniffed that pink-haired pixie's hand. If all the trials were this funny, they really didn't see all the fuss. Someone had died too. 

Now they were on their way to the storage room. They were bored, and hoped there'd be something in there to attract their interest. They weren't exactly expecting to find anyone in there though. Ueli caught them looking at the soap crate, and cocked their head to the side. Clearly, they weren't expecting anyone to stop by right then. Their loss. Ueli recognized them from the trial, but didn't exactly know who they were. 

"I'm you, but stronger." 

Ueli watched them dump the soap they were holding back into the crate. "Nice save. Relax, it's just me, Ueli. I’m not gonna start shitting all over you just because you feel the need to horde all the soap you find.”

[despairtrigger-blog]

The Thin Line Between Life and Death

<<SUMIRE SUMIDA HAS BEEN FOUND GUILTY>>

<<COMMENCING EXECUTION…>>

  Sumire was dragged at blinding speeds from the trial room, rightfully declared guilty for the crime she had committed. She was being dragged her throat no less, so her pain was an unbearable one, but she’d been through worse… she was surrounded by pitch black, and it soon enough consumed her senses to the point that her mind couldn’t control her senses anymore. She blacked out soon enough.

  When Sumire came to, she was being held up by her hair. She didn’t exactly react at first, but that’s because she was more aware of the fact that her feet were not on or anywhere near solid ground. She let her eyes open and found that she was several yards off of the ground, being carried by someone who was climbing a ladder. She slowly reached up and grabbed their hand to ease her pain a little, trying to look up and see who it was. The hand was cold. And whoever it was, was in a black and white body suit. She couldn’t see their face, but she could see that her hair was now in a ponytail, and she was wearing a silky red leotard, encrusted with beautiful red crystals. Her sleeves were sheer, and clung to her skin as her senses heightened and allowed her to become uncomfortably aware of her surroundings. Before she knew it, the performer was dragging her over the edge of a platform, releasing her and backing away into the shadows. She picked herself up and winced, patting her head and looking around. The room was almost entirely dark, except for two overhead lights illuminating a long, thin rope. The platform she stood on resembled one she would normally start her performances on, allowing her to deduce that this was a circus rope. Music played faintly, and a light shove from a figure that she couldn’t see allowed her to believe that she was to walk across this thing. Easy enough. She took a step out and instantly began sliding. And with that, she groaned and slipped to her hands. She dangled from the rope’s mid-point, and looked down to her feet. They had been left bare, and were bleeding from the abrasiveness of the rope. Her hands burned, and she looked up to see that they, too, had begun to bleed. The rope was very old, splintering and creaking. She winced, but began to pull herself together, as well as closer to the rope. She might as well try to stand on it. Just holding on would kill her arms, and she couldn’t exactly see a net below. As she began to regain her balance, she took a deep breath. Only to have it shook out of her by a sudden jostling of the rope. She quickly regained her balance, but didn’t dare move. She looked from side to side, seeing two shadowy figures emerge on either end. Both wore black and white suits and masks, moving like willows closer and closer down the rope. Sumire could hear the straining of the rope beneath her, and only bit her lip as it dug deeper and deeper into her wounds. Were these two… human, she wondered briefly? In this place, it wouldn’t surprise her…

  With time they only encroached closer and closer, so dangerously close. Sumire crouched down and held on to the rope as tightly as she could in hopes that this was just some mind trick of the young host’s doing. However… all movement stopped. She slowly looked up to see that both figures had stopped on either side of her. They only stared down at her with empty gazes for a silent moment. A gruelling, intensely silent moment. Before Sumire could say a word, they both leapt up in the air. Sumire’s eyes widened and she watched helplessly as they both landed at the exact same time on the rope, snapping the thin string in two. Sumire felt the only grounding she had disappear entirely from under her. Her breathing hitched in her throat as she watched the ceiling slowly grow increasingly distant. It was strange, but… Sumire felt calm. She even closed her eyes, waiting for her body to make impact with the ground and steal her life away for having done the same. She could see the smiling face of Kin’ya, almost as if it were imprinted on her eyelids. She could see Haruhisa… his life as she raised him, their precious son… she could feel tears welling in her eyes, but this was halted by the sickening sound of slicing flesh. Her eyes snapped open, and she looked over her shoulder to see the two beings who had sealed her fate on the rope. Or rather, what remained of them. Straining her eyes, she could see the faint glimmer of a wire net only a few yards below, thin and taut enough to have sliced her assailants to ribbons. Sumire only watched the net grow closer, almost as if everything were in slow motion, before she closed her eyes for one last glimpse of her beautiful, happy family. The one she was leaving behind in order to keep them safe…

  This would be the last thing Sumire would ever see, before her body would be sliced into unidentifiable chunks of what was once, Sumire Akamine.

Sumire Sumida, the Super High School Level Funambulist, has been executed.

[despairtrigger-blog]

ANNOUNCEMENT

Everyone remained in the estate lobby for a few minutes, some paying their respects to Ayame, some weeping and sobbing out of fear, some inspecting the attic door. Ayame was alive just a little while ago… was life so easy to lose in this place…?

Keep reading

[despairtrigger-blog]

ANNOUNCEMENT

It’s been pretty quiet for the past few days, since the rather ghastly young host informed you all of an equally ghastly motivator he could hold over your heads. And, well, has. Given the paintings of you friends and family hung around the manor. Boy, does Monoko love being literal.

Everyone is simply… biding their time, pacing anxiously and hiding in their rooms for the most part in attempts to avoid death themselves. Some of us however… aren’t.

All you hear in the chilling silence is a blood curtling scream, followed by a few loud thumps and bumps, before the silence returns. You hurry from your location towards the source of the sound… only to find a crowd slowly forming in the center of the lobby. Monoko stands at the top of the staircase, staring down at the scene, chest heaving with breath and eyes cold. Some students express horror, some disgust, and some anger, and the closer you grow, you finally see why.

Ayame Suzuki lays unceremoniously in a growing pool of her own blood, her neck and limbs contorted in harsh angles.

You try to find where your reaction lies amongst others, when the slow clomping of Monoko’s feet one by one down the staircase catches your attention. Before the first person can ask why, he points sharply at the door at the top of the stairs. You know this door to be locked, apparently leading to the attic. It’s covered in claw marks and dents, with a very distinct crack breaking through it’s center.

“Little bitch was trying to bust down that door, thinking her stupid bag and her family would be behind it. They aren’t. So as a warning, I will let you all know now: destruction of the estate is strictly prohibited. Anyone caught doing anything to intentionally harm this estate will be punished severely, no questions asked. I hope you all… take heed to this warning. Dismissed.”

[shsl-prankenstein]

Walking on the Sun (Open)

[shslblindauras]

Miyako only stood in place as this stranger ventured closer to greet her, listening carefully for any strange sounds that could signal danger for them, or herself. The most danger was clearly the person themselves. She could tell when they fell and approached them somewhat, stopping when she sensed them leap up and continue walking forward. Boy, this is awkward.

She could feel Ueli’s breath. She could hear every bit of it too, from the norm to the inconsistencies. Ueli should probably take a chill pill. Boy, this only gets more awkward.

“A-Ah…” she said softly, taking a single step back. A small step enough to distance herself from them and bow respectfully. “M-My name is Miyako Kiyomizu, world renowned Spiritualist and medium. W-What is your name?” she asks nervously. She is steadily trying to get a read for this person’s appearance and stature, all she needs left are… two things. Neither of which are very comfortable for her to ask. Boy, how can it get any more awkward?

[shsl-prankenstein]

Ueli’s smile widened, and they paused a moment to repeat the name they’d just heard, expressing every syllable. “Mi-ya-ko Ki-yo-mi-zu.” It was a nice name. The first one had three syllable, just as the Illuminati had three sides. Probably just a coincidence though. They repeated her first name again and again. It was a nice name, they really liked it! “MIyako. MiYAko. MiyaKO. Miyako! Miss Miyako!”

After she finished her bow, they took a step forward to fill the gap left by her retreat, probably ending up closer than they were before the bow. They laughed a little bit when she asked their name. They’d already told her, but they’d love to say it again! “I already told you my name Miss Miyako you silly goose! I’m Ueli Wyss, and I’m the... universe’s most renowned anatomist! How’s that for talent, Miss Miyako?”

Ueli was really oblivious to how awkward they were making the conversation, although they most likely wouldn’t care even if they did know. They were taking in the details of this girl’s facial structure and figure; looking at her anatomy, given that it was what they did best. They hummed softly. “Hmmm.” They hummed again. “Hmmmm.”

“Miss Miyako, what’s a Spiritualist? I know what a medium is but what’s a Spiritualist?”

[despairtrigger-blog]

If things go right, we can frame it

It has been an extremely tense week or so since you woke up on the dusty old rug adorning the manor’s entryway floor, locked in and surrounded by total strangers. You met the… delightful little host, Monoko, who told you that the only way you could escape was to kill someone else in this manor and get away with it. Surprisingly, no one has cracked from these circumstances alone, and everyone is still roaming about in one piece, more or less. With all of the supplies offered inside of the mansion, you’ve begun to think that being stuck here until someone can come to help you wouldn’t be so bad. Cozy furnishings, running water, working plumbing, it seems like a normal house, minus the utter lack of bathing accommodations. And the smell festering thereof. All is calm.

“OI, ASSHOLES!~”

Psych.

Keep reading

[beyonslayed]

I truly hate whoever made this

[shsl-prankenstein]

Walking on the Sun (Open)

[shslblindauras]

Miyako had woken up in about the same manner as those around her had, and despite having less senses to recompose, she couldn’t help but feel just as overwhelmed if not more so. At least everyone knew their surroundings more or less; all the commotion in the room, she couldn’t even think straight enough to get a good picture of the area in her head. “I have to… distance myself…” she thought with much strain, picking herself up off the ground and stumbling through the crowd. 

Miyako could barely hear her own footsteps due to the carpet she could feel when she was getting up, and the further she got away, the more she was able to focus. “I just need to know where the obstacles are…”

After a few minutes of stumbling around, very literally blindly, Miyako had been able to create a very vague map of the area, mostly the open areas. She began to head down a more secluded region to work out her aches and retune her hearing, when she noticed someone whistling behind her. She almost entirely froze, but not enough to let whoever it was know that she was aware of their presence. They snickered. After a few moments, they called out. Sensing no one else in the immediate area, she assumed this individual was referring to herself. She turned slowly, her hands drawn to her chest, and faced the person trailing her.

“… H-Hello?” she asked softly, leaning against the wall a little with her hand to keep track of a sensible path-making medium.

[shsl-prankenstein]

Ueli grinned when the girl turned around; that meant she’d noticed them. Probably. They kept on waving until they noticed her start walking their way. She clearly had good taste, deciding to talk to them. Upon reaching them, they were able to fully take in her appearance. 

This had to be one of those mail-order Japanese brides Monoko had ordered. Ueli decided they shouldn’t tell him.

Really, Ueli was a bit struck when they first saw her, but quickly brought themselves back to reality. This was the first person they’d be speaking since waking up, so they were naturally enthusiastic. They began... well... skipping... towards Miyako. Unfortunately for them, their slightly oversized coat proved to make that rather difficult, and it snagged onto their foot as they fell flat on the floor. 

Whoops.

They leapt back up, straightening themselves and regaining balance after that embarrassing move. They laughed it off and continued walking towards the girl, finally stopping when they were right in front of her face. Their was really not much space between them, and she could probably hear their breathing. 

Ueli frowned. She was slightly taller than they were. “Drat,” they whispered under their breath, but being so close to Miyako she could probably hear it anyway. They smiled though, a smile so wide and so seemingly forced, a smile that had scared away so many strangers and not-strangers. Good thing Miyako couldn’t see.

“Hi! I’m Ueli, it’s nice to meet you! You’re really pretty, miss... Miss... what’s your name?” 

[shsl-prankenstein]

Wyssen Up (Closed Starter)

[despairtrigger-blog]

Monoko fixed his mismatched eyes on the kid who was approaching him amidst the chaos, squinting up at him with mild annoyance at being babied by this loserish looking person. And at his species being probed.

“I am a human just like you, of course! Why would you ask something like that, are you blind or something?”

Monoko. Monoko is very human Ueli why would you question this just look at him he is just a smol boy gosh darn it. Monoko is just staring at Ueli at this point.

“And like I said before Ueli, I already know who you are. Now, do you have any questions for me about this place, and your current situation? I’m just a little kid, so I dunno how much I can answer, but I’ll do my best.”

[shsl-prankenstein]

Ueli chuckled. Yeah, human, sure. "If you’re so human, why don’t you go prove it?” Ueli didn’t really have any real reason to doubt Monoko’s humanity, they were just interesting in bothering their host with all their questions. They were gonna start asking more questions when they noticed something interesting he said... and they just had to point it out.

“You are just a little kid. Which makes you a lame baby-buttface nerd. No backsies, your words, not mine.”

Ueli seemed to take a smug satisfaction in their triumph. They sure showed Monoko! He wouldn’t bother any of them ever again, not now that he had admitted to being a baby-buttface nerd (his words, not theirs). 

Ueli did have some legitimate questions though. They’d forgotten them. Whoops, oh well, roll credits. While this would normally be an impetus for someone to walk away, Ueli was interested in their new friend. They saw no need to end a perfectly fun conversation.

“Oh I already know why I’m here. It’s all due to big clerical mistake, you see. The mailman accidentally brought us here, instead of those mail-order Japanese brides you had wanted. I’m sure you’re really heartbroken right now, but don’t worry! In addition to being a skilled anatomist, accordionist, poetist, and all around awesome dude-ist, in my hometown, I’m also the greatest mail-order Japanese bride... ist.”

[shsl-prankenstein]

Walking on the Sun (Open)

Ueli woke up in an unfamiliar place, surrounded by unfamiliar people. It was really something disorienting! They looked around the room, taking things in. It was a pretty room, definitely nicer than their home. The other people around them were beginning to wake up too. Ueli had no idea what was going on, but they could tell something interesting was about to happen. 

Their assumption proved correct with the arrival of their host, Monoko.

Oh this would be interesting. 

Ueli didn’t particularly care that they hadn’t ended up in Hope’s Peak; in fact, they preferred this. School bored them, but this had the opportunity to be fun. Killing was bad. Ueli didn’t see themselves doing that anytime soon. This was so unexpected, and it really excited them. Who knows what wacky adventures they’d have. Wacky, yeah.

Ueli stuffed their hands in their pocket, deciding that they’d go investigate the mansion. Before they left though, they made a mental note to speak to Monoko eventually. They’d gotten bored of the main room, and were ready to explore. Their coat trailed behind them on the floor, being several sizes too large. On their way out, they whistled a jolly tune (All Star by Smash Mouth, greatest band of their generation, according to themselves only). As they walked through the halls, they snickered a little bit, before noticing someone walking ahead of them. 

“Hey! You there!” They called out and waved to the other student happily,  before gesturing them over. They seemed oddly jovial, considering the circumstances.

[shsl-prankenstein]

Wyssen Up (Closed Starter)

The SHSL Anatomist looked around the room, taking in the situation. They had no clue where they were, or how they’d gotten here. Just what was going on, and why did their head hurt so much? 

Big room. Real fancy. Good to know that they were being treated like honored guests while they were trying to kill each other.

They looked at the small ID card they were holding in their hand, spinning it around a few times to get the feel of it. Feels nice. They sniff it. Smells nice. They finally turn it on and try to read the tiny font. Ueli Wyss, SHSL Anatomist. Height, weight, bust. Sure had a lot of information on them; did it remember to include their dick size? 

SHSL Anatomist though.

Ueli liked the sound of that.

It just oozed importance. They looked around, finally noticing the other people. They must all be SHSL too, with talents that oozed less importance than theirs. Whatever. They were more focused on the tiny boy in the front of the room. They slipped the card into their pocket, and straightened their oversized jacket, striding over.

Ueli didn’t pay much attention to what the boy was saying either; they gathered that there was a killing game, and the killing to escape thing, and understood it, they just didn’t want to concern themselves with that right now. The one delivering the news was far more interesting themselves. 

Just what was that thing? 

What was its name again? Monoko.

“Aw, hey there little guy, are you lost? Do you need help finding your mommy and daddy? I can help you?”

Ueli’s voice was condescending and patronizing, and they knew it. Their concern was replaced with a shit-eating grin, and they shoved their hands into their deep pockets.

“I’m just messing with you. I’m Ueli, nice to meetcha! Just what sort of thing are you?”

Straight to the point, aren’t we Ueli?