u/PsychologicalWing846

Imma make him more antagonistic as the chapters pass through, he's pretty different from the rest of my cast so I'd like any advice on how to play him.

Honestly, I'm just so over the whole setup. Every time the reset hits and we're back to square one, it's like, why even bother opening the doors? We all know how it goes. Someone ends up with a pipe through their skull, someone else gets chopped up into neat little pieces for the evidence bag, and we spend hours staring at floor stains. It's just so boring. I think next time we reset, we should just all kill ourselves together right in the lobby. No waiting around for a motive, no murder mystery. Just grab whatever is closest, kitchen knives, heavy candlesticks, whatever, and start carving each other up or opening our own throats before the cameras even finish booting up. Imagine walking into the courtyard and seeing just a massive, twitching pile of us. Arms and legs all tangled together, skulls cracked open with gray matter leaking out onto the tiles, throats slit so deep you can see the bones inside our necks. We could just sit in a circle, hold hands, and take turns stabbing each other in the stomach until everyone's spilling out onto the floor. And the best part? Since it's a reset, we can just do it over and over again. Every single time the world reboots, we just instantly go to work on each other, ripping off skin, gouging out eyes, choking on our own blood until the whole room is just a warm, sticky lake of meat and soaked uniforms. It would totally break the game, and honestly, cleaning up all those messy, shattered bodies sounds way more fun than sitting through another stupid class trial. Let's just do it.

"I gotta use those tips Leon gave me..."

Makoto was playing chess in the rec room.

I've had her for a long while now, if no offers come up I'll just gift her away.

Only Danganronpa characters

"Ahaha... I've been thinking, everyone. Don't you think things have gotten a little too comfortable around here?"

"After everything we've been through, I find it hard to believe that everyone trusts each other so completely. Surely there are people here you haven't quite figured out yet, people whose intentions you're still uncertain about..."

"So, how about we play a little game? Nothing too complicated, I promise. I'd simply like everyone to answer two questions."

"Who do you suspect the most out of everyone here? And, if you were forced to kill someone, who would you choose?"

"Of course, I don't expect anyone to actually act on their answers! Ahaha... I'm just curious to see what everyone really thinks of each other. After all, a little honesty can go a long way, don't you think?"

"And besides... I'd love to see what happens when everyone is given a reason to question the people standing right beside them. Surely the answers will be *interesting.*"

"I think I got used to being in this hellhole..."

Add Monokuma to it too.

Tsumugi was in the greenhouse.

"I slept like a hippy-dippy baby..."

"If Hiyoko graduated...."

"This must mean the outside world is intact..."

"If it wasn't, where would she go..?"

Byakuya was reading through the first killing game files in the archive room.

"Goddamnit...."

"Dammnit!"

"Stupid costume..."

"...So that's what I've been trying not to remember."

"Not just the killing games."

"Before that."

"The orphanage."

"The training."

"The missions."

"The people who raised me."

"The people I was taught to kill."

"...And Kaito."

"His voice."

"His stupid optimism."

"The way he kept insisting I could become something other than what I'd been made into."

"I remember pretending not to care."

"...I did care."

"I just didn't know what to do with it."

"I remember the assassinations."

"The people whose names I never learned."

"The faces I was told not to remember."

"The orders I followed without questioning them."

"And then..."

"Kaede."

"Shuichi."

"Himiko."

"Kaito."

"Everyone."

"The first time I realized that being an assassin wasn't the only thing I could be."

"...How strange."

"I spent so long thinking my identity was already decided."

"An orphan."

"An assassin."

"A weapon."

"That was all."

"But if that's true..."

"Why did I change?"

"Why did I care about them?"

"Why did Kaito's words matter?"

"Why did I want to protect people I had no reason to protect?"

"Maybe I was never as empty as I thought."

"Maybe I just never had the opportunity to become anything else."

"...And now I remember all of it."

"The blood."

"The training."

"The loneliness."

"The people I lost."

"The people I eventually found."

"The person I was told I had to be."

"And the person I chose to become instead."

"...I don't know which one of them is the real Maki."

"Maybe both are."

"Maybe neither."

"But I know one thing."

"I don't want to forget either of them."

"Because if I erase the girl I used to be..."

"Then I erase everything that proves I was capable of becoming someone different."

"...So this is what it means to remember."

"Not merely to recover information, but to have every discarded fragment of oneself return at once."

"The academy."

"The first killing game."

"Makoto. Byakuya. Toko. Aoi. Yasuhiro. Sakura..."

"Every face. Every voice. Every investigation. Every trial."

"Every conclusion I reached, and every conclusion I failed to reach."

"My father."

"The observatory."

"The cases that preceded all of this. The lessons I inherited. The deductions I painstakingly constructed. The experiences that shaped my understanding of people long before I understood how profoundly they would shape me."

"Yui."

"The people I met."

"The people I trusted."

"The people I lost."

"The people whose names I once thought I had forgotten."

"...And the resets."

"How many times did I live through them?"

"How many times did I die?"

"How many times did I stand in the same place, speak the same words, make the same decisions?"

"And if I remember every iteration..."

"Which one was actually me?"

"Was it the girl who entered Hope's Peak for the first time?"

"The detective who believed every mystery could eventually be reduced to an answer?"

"The daughter who wanted recognition from her father?"

"The person who learned to trust Makoto?"

"The person who watched him die?"

"Or the countless versions of myself who existed between those moments?"

"...Perhaps identity is not as immutable as we like to believe."

"We speak of the self as though it were a singular thing."

"One continuous existence."

"But what happens when memory is divided?"

"If I forget something, am I still the person who experienced it?"

"If I remember it again, do I become that person once more?"

"Or was I always that person, merely unaware of her own history?"

"How much of me was shaped by what I remembered?"

"And how much was shaped by what I didn't?"

"...There are memories here that explain things I once considered instinct."

"Places that felt familiar."

"People who seemed significant before I understood why."

"Certain words that carried weight I couldn't rationalize."

"Certain choices I made without knowing where the certainty came from."

"I called them intuition."

"Perhaps they were simply echoes."

"Evidence that the past had been speaking through me long before I learned how to listen."

"And now I can hear all of it."

"Every case."

"Every death."

"Every failure."

"Every life."

"Every version of myself."

"Yet somehow, remembering everything has only created another question."

"If every version of me was genuinely me..."

"Which one deserves to define who I am?"

"The girl I was before the killing games?"

"The detective shaped by them?"

"The person I became after surviving them?"

"Or the person standing here now, carrying all of those lives within a single mind?"

"...Perhaps that is the cruelest thing about memory."

"It gives us the illusion that knowing our past means knowing ourselves."

"But the more I remember..."

"The less certain I become."

"Maybe identity isn't something we discover buried inside ourselves."

"Maybe it is something we construct from whatever remains."

"Memories."

"Regrets."

"Relationships."

"Choices."

"Loss."

"And the decisions we make despite all of them."

"...I remember everything now."

"And somehow..."

"I still don't know who I am."

"Ugh... why's my food moving...?"

"..."

"Quit shaking..."

"Just eat, Hiyoko. It's not hard..."

"..."

"Wait..."

"Why's everything getting blurry...?"

"I haven't slept..."

"...Since when?"

"N-No, I'm fine..."

"Just... give me a second..."

"..."

"Dammit..."

"...It's not that bad."

"So far."

"Just fragments. Places I don't recognize. Voices I can't quite place."

"Nothing I can't handle."

"..."

"That's probably what they want me to think."

"If this is supposed to get worse the longer nobody dies, then what happens when it stops being vague?"

"When I can actually remember everything?"

"..."

"I don't know what happened."

"And that's the problem."

"I don't know whether I'm afraid of remembering something I did..."

"...or something that was done to me."

"Right now, it's just a few seconds at a time."

"A room. A voice. A feeling."

"But if this is the tame part..."

"...what the hell does the bad part look like?"

"I'd rather not find out."

"But I guess that's exactly what we're going to do."

"Wait."

"Remember."

"And pretend we're not scared until we aren't."