#godofthehall

[shine-bright-like-an-ishida]

Draw me, Ishida-kun! ((aNGEL ISHI BLOG OVER HERE))

((I-I hope this is fine, I'm trying to get back into my normal drawing habit))

[toshio-fukawa]

50 people have entered the library

"Oh...m-my name is Fukawa Toshio. Though you might as well forget it, b....because nothing ever comes of knowing me. And, uhm...Byakuya-sama...I don't deserve the honor of your presence."

(thank you for following!) 

[thickwhitestuffing]

Please execute me! ((i saw them things and i couldnt resist how you might interpret this execution))

Very well, Ishimaru-kun!

Ishimaru finally arrives at Hope’s Peak Academy… One minute late. Bothersome, but not as bad as it could have been. But something seems… Off? 

Kiyotaka Ishimaru’s Nasty-Rough Day

He enters the school grounds and at once, his eyes are assaulted by practically a sea of Monokumas running around the halls.

Not content to stay quiet, Ishimaru makes his way toward them… But is suddenly stopped. His feet won’t move. He looks down, and they are clamped tight by metal.

He is pulled off his feet, and into the middle of the crowd. The Monokumas stop and look at the defenseless and dazed Ishimaru on his back. Their expressions turn to snarls, and the panic sets in as the Monokumas continue their wreckless running through the halls, trampling Ishimaru to death. The bell rings and the Monokumas clear out of the halls. 

He lies there, motionless. Not was sound is made, nor attempt to help. His eyes go wide as he sees the familiar jacket swish by his limp body… The golden writing flowing beautifully on its majestic black coattail. His aniki passed him by without so much as a glance…

The familiar character stops and turns, revealing a Monokuma in a Mondo cosplay. The familiar cry of “Upupupu!” can be heard echoing through the halls.