#despair trigger

[jenny-the-stars]

Danganronpa AU where everything is the same but Monokuma is voice Mr. T.

[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...?

As students finally begin to pull themselves away from Ayame’s body, most of them simply return to their rooms, the only solace they can find in this building anymore. But if you thought Ayame was the last of the excitement... you thought wrong.

Yet another blood-curdling scream. Looking around, no one appears to be getting thrown from the top of the stairs again, but you do see Kiri backed against the guard rail, hands over her mouth as she stares into the darkness of her room. Everyone rushes to her aid, confused and startled, and upon looking into the room as well... you can see why.

Monoko stands in the shadows, clicking his tongue and staring at the form that lay still on the bed. In his hand, he holds a small remote, with a small series of buttons. “My my my... I knew we appeared one short.” As he exits the room, he presses a single button on his remote, giggling and disappearing entirely.

A distinct chime rings through the air, followed by what can be assumed is an audio recording of Monoko’s voice.

“Attention students! A dead body has been discovered! Investigation to find the culprit starts now! Check your IDs for your handy dandy Monofile! Good luck!”

Victim: Minho Miura Cause of Death: Exsanguination Time of Death: 4:38 p.m.

[shsl-ballroomdancer]

Chill || Misami Wakahisa || Prologue

Waking up where you’re not supposed to is never a good thing. Waking up forgetting how you got there is equally not good. Waking up in a mansion when you’re an elegant dancer where both points above apply is very much not good.

Misami stood up quickly, brushing her skirt off. She tutted quietly before glancing around the room. Her gaze immediately landed on the child who had ‘imprisoned’ her here. 

“Kekeke, you’re tellin’ me a damn twelve year old...an edgy twelve year old is makin’ the rules here? I got better places to be, bud.”

This entire situation was nothing more than a joke. Her obnoxious laughter filled the room once more. She decided it was time to make her dramatic exit, gotta leave a lasting impression. Mis’ plans of backflipping out of the room, however, were thwarted by her choice in shoes.

She resigned herself to flipping her hair over her shoulder and walking purposefully out of the room. She had no idea where she was going.  

[mesmxrising]

Truly Idiotic. | Ryouta Osamu | Game Start | Open

Ryouta awoke on the dusty old carpet with the worst headache imaginable. He looked around the room at all of the others forced into the same position and heard the kid in the center out, to an extent, before scooping himself up off the ground, picking his glasses up off the floor and putting them back on his face.

Smoothing out his coat, he tuned the child out and examined his surroundings. They were elegant, if not antiquated. The chandelier was a nice touch, but Ryouta was not impressed. The main issues with the elegant design was the dust, the filth, the oppressive atmosphere, and the sniveling peasants that were packed into the room with him.

Ugh.

When the child finished talking, Ryouta simply stared with the same bored expression he typically did when exposed to farcical nonsense. Kill each other to get out? Right, good luck getting anyone with an even remotely stable brain to go through with that.

Ryouta simply stuck his nose up in the air and turned heel. If the doors truly were locked, and all escapes barred, then it would do him no good to go and dirty his hands on the knobs of locked exits. He saw it to be a fit time to explore a bit.

Avoiding everyone else intentionally, he walked about with confidence, a smug aura coming from him as he did so.

Ugh. All of these disgusting idiots. Just look at them.

It seems his guard is down for the time being, however. As he looks onto the others with the same, if not a worse disdain than he had with the actual place they were trapped in, he doesn't immediately notice you coming up to him.

What will you do?

[prettyflyforaboardguy]

Rain On My Parade || Prologue || Takeo || Open

Waking up face down on the floor isn’t an unfamiliar sensation, but still an altogether unwelcome one. He stirs quietly, sitting up and looking around the room with a confused expression.

Then some kid appears and gives a long speech about where they are. Oh. Well that doesn’t sound good.

“. . . . . . Duuude, this is kinda creepy. I wonder how hard it was to set it all up . .”

He shrugs and begins to stand up, dusting himself off and looking around. Twenty three other people, geez. He’s feeling kind of meek just looking at the crowd, so he backs off to a nearby wall to collect himself. Overall, he looks pretty calm.

[lovemangalovelife]

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[lovemangalovelife]

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