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Chapters: 1/8 Fandom: Despair Castle, Original Work, Dangan Ronpa - All Media Types Word Count: 28,087 Rating: Mature ---- Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death
Relationships: No Romantic Relationship(s), Everyone & Everyone, Original Character & Original Character
Characters: Original Characters, Rove | Eilir Pierre, Dapylil (Despair Castle), Billy | William Williams, Jackie Bernard, Milo Wolff, Allie (Despair Castle), Melody Veneer, Sawyer (Despair Castle), Evelyn Grey, Motya (Despair Castle), Willow Deadwood, Birch | Lily Watts, Brass (Despair Castle), Scott North, The Operator (Despair Castle), Rove | Eilir Pierre's Mother, Rove | Eilir Pierre's Sister Sunny | Lillian Pierre, Rove | Eilir Pierre's Father
Additional Tags: Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Fan Killing Game (Dangan Ronpa), i guess?, Hurt/Comfort, Heavy Angst, Hurt No Comfort, Sad Ending, Psychological Horror, ??not a lot yet i believe but it will get Worse, It Gets Worse, Child Neglect, Child Abandonment, implied on both but its there, Bugs & Insects, Infodumping, Stimming, wadda fuck. why arent those tags. ableism slash-jay, speaking of, Internalized Ableism, Emotional/Psychological Abuse ----- Summary:
rove’s fingers are rough against the stone, slightly humid from the sun.
the weather is summery, maybe a summer that just bled in with the spring. not too hot. but even as he thinks this, he knows that there should be— the buzz of cicadas, in the background. a monarch, or tiger butterfly, or two of each. dragonflies, maybe, if the summer is instead aimed a bit closer to autumn.
there is nothing but silence. it’s as if someone with infinite power snapped all the insects out of range, out of every possible place except for his mind. he knows that there should be the weight of them outside. their humming, their buzzing, their chattering. he would take mosquitos and ticks, maybe, at this point. some kind of normalcy to it all.
once again, he is reminded of those ants on stilts. of those disoriented, off balance pedometers.
or; rove can hear the ticking of a deathwatch beetle, and feel the hatching of a hawk-wasp's egg— the larvae inside ready to eat him alive.
alternatively; despair castle, but told through rove's eyes, from beginning to end of each movement marked by working veins and bone marrow.