[ Ha, a race? Had she forgotten how fast he was? And with the bait of some kind of surprise waiting for him? Maybe if he gets there early enough he can even find a place to scare her from. ]
[ He's not sure exactly where she's coming from, but he arrives as quickly as he can, and finding the place empty, he quickly ducks behind the counter to catch his breath and wait. Maybe he'd be able to catch her talking to herself if she gets impatient. ]
[ Ah! There she is! It's hard to make himself keep quiet, and he can't exactly see her after she crosses through where he can see through the gap in the counter. If she's holding something, it passes by his attention for now. He slows his breathing and remains still for the moment, determined to test the limits of her patience. ]
[ He tries to be careful peeking around the entrance behind the counter, and he spots the device in her hand. It does look familiar, but he can't get quite a good enough look at it to determine if that's indeed what it is. Maybe....
He scurries around the counter and jumps out at her, shouting out with his arms raised like a monster. ]
[Scenes filter into Kokichi's brain... scenes of the other students being told about Junko Enoshima and that Kokichi was a remnant of despair... Kaito's performance... the execution... Keebo going nuts... Exisals trying to capture him... the students finding all the hidden rooms, including his own, and all the clues he'd been collecting... the deal with Monokuma... the final trial...
"Wait a minute, Tsumugi."
Shuuichi confronts her.
"...You said you went to the bathroom. The utility closet in that bathroom... has a hidden passageway. ...Around the time Rantaro was killed, Tsumugi went to that exact bathroom."]
[ He stumbles back from the flash, clutching his face, and it's within half a moment that his brain is flooded with a familiar feeling... The sensation of filling in gaps, of memories long-forgotten creeping back into the forefront of his mind. Right.. of course. How could he have forgotten that? And that? And them?! But there were things he didn't remember... that he couldn't remember. No.. it was too late. Too late!
It's an unusual position for Kokichi to be on his knees, wailing in pain. There's a glimmer of hope, however. Shuuichi's voice. Exposing the truth. Yes... Yes, that truth he'd hoped he would reach but Kokichi hadn't known himself.
There's a mighty, painful groan when he finally looks up at her, sweating, his nails having clawed hot red marks down his face as his brain tries to make sense of what she'd shown him. ]
Y-you... what did you do...?
[ His teeth grit, and there's venom in his voice. ]
[more memories... of Tsumugi's denials. Of all the facts being woven by Shuuichi so easily with all the new evidence. Of the monokubs trying to intervene. Of admitting that with so many people it'd be impossible even knowing this to determine the culprit... but now that there were five left, it could only be Tsumugi.
"If I'm wrong... please, refute me. Please, tell us you aren't the Mastermind, Tsumugi Shirogane, the Ultimate Cosplayer!"]
His brain feels like it's being overloaded, and he can't help but cry in pain as memories he couldn't have possibly have ever experienced rush into his brain. He feels like he was there watching the trial, seeing her lies come undone and her crimes exposed. Kaede... she made Kaede take the fall for her.
But even in such a short time, seeing the evidence laid out clearly before him (Or rather, forced into his brain), he can't argue against his beloved's logic. Of course he'd figure it out. There's even a tired, almost manic grin on his face when he looks up at her again. ]
He got you. He got you in the end, you bitch. Ha... I can't believe I ever felt sorry for you.
[There's more... and more... the continued denials, with everyone trying to beg her to say something (except for Maki who was done with this shit, until finally:
"It's Junko Enoshima!"
...then the back and forth before... the real reveal?? The appearance of Junko Enoshima, the 53rd.
Were all the memories of Hope's Peak and Remnants of Despair true?? What was going on?]
[ By the point the actual point she's trying to make hits him like she's tied an anchor to his feet and thrown him in a harbor. But having the gut feeling of not wanting to harm anyone actually validated by this stupid light does... somehow make him feel better.
Still, there's more to unpack there that his already fragile brain is ill-prepared to deal with. ]
F...fifty-third?
What the fuck does that mean? I don't... nngh..! My head feels like it's gonna split open...
Well, yes. I'm hitting you with a lot of memories all at once... just ask questions as you go along if you want.
[The antics of the new Junko Enosima continue until Shuuichi leads them to the obvious: their memories don't match what the Hope's Peak book says. They couldn't have applied to Hope's Peak. Junko didn't create the tragedy by herself. And Kokichi was definitely not a Remnant of Despair.
The flashback lights are all fake. They're for implanting new memories instead of old.
That means all of the Gofer Project was fake, too.
But then, Shuuichi gets the obvious question:
"We have no connection to Hope's Peak, so you can't be Junko... so then, who the Hell are you?!"
[ The memories that aren't his, that could never have possibly ever been his flood his brain and make it ache. He doubles over, clutching his head, screaming into his knees. So much information presented as truth and immediately to lies... he can't handle it. It's too much.
He whines, whimpers, and seems to be breathing heavy. By the time he looks up at her, his nose is actually bleeding from the stress, and his face is red all over. He can barely even focus his eyes for how dizzy he is. The whiplash from suddenly knowing Junko Enoshima like a goddess to knowing she was dead, to knowing what he might have known was a cosplay...
He only manages out a tight sound in his throat before he collapses onto his side, limp and only occasionally twitching as rudimentary signs of life. ]
[Oh god, she's broken him. She scans the room desperately and finally comes over with a tiny glass of water and a rag for his nose...
...meanwhile.]
[It's getting worse. Shuuichi puts together the obvious: Tsumugi shouldn't be able to cosplay Junko and the others if they're real people. Which means... they're fake. They were all fictional. Not only were they never a part of Hope's Peak, Hope's Peak is all fictional.
All of the killing game was just for a series of anime, manga, and now TV shows called Danganronpa.
"Danganronpa!" screams Monokuma.
As if that wasn't enough, TV screens begin flashing "Danganronpa v3: Killing Harmony"]
[ What the hell is he supposed to be thinking? What was even any of this? Fake people? A television show? Everything they'd done was being watched by someone? But wouldn't that mean he too..? None of it makes any kind of sense, and he's not even sure how he's supposed to process any of this.
And that fucking bear.
It takes a moment for him to come around, and when he does, he looks positively exhausted. ]
[ He shouldn't know this. He shouldn't know this. It physically hurts his brain to know this. And Shuuichi... He was in on it too? They signed up for it? Shuuichi really went in thinking he would be able to get away with murdering people? Then certainly Kokichi must have too.
He clutches his head again and screams his agony out for her and the empty restaurant. When he's able to finally calm himself down, he's shaking, even sobbing through his mumbling. ]
I hate you. I hate you. IhateyouIhateyouIhateyouIhateyouIhateyouIhateyouIhateyou...
"You wouldn't say that now. But, this is you before you became who you are now."
And Tsumugi has to chime in: "When we saw your audition tape, we had a flash of inspiration. The weakest Ultimate Detective ever... wouldn't it be great to see him grow?"
Everyone's families, friends, entire lives before the killing game are just fiction, created by the flashback lights. No one can go back home, because there is no such place. The only place fictional characters can exist is the danganronpa fictional world. Everyone's just there for the real world's entertainment, to kill each other.
"That's why...there's nowhere to run."
Tsumugi punctuates it, with a piercing look Kokichi's surely never seen her make.]
[ Suddenly, everything he thought he knew, not just about himself, but about the people he knows, the people he likes, who he hates, all of it is thrown out the window.
He hates this, and when he finally looks up at her, his eyes are bloodshot, his face red hot with rage, and swollen from tears. How dare she? How dare she throw everything he thought he was into disarray? ]
Hate... I.. I hate you...
[ He still feels feverish as he tries to claw his way upright, or at least closer to her. Tremors still wrack his body, making it difficult to move, but he's set on it now. He's advancing toward her with murder in his eyes. He might not have wanted to hurt anyone at the academy but... according to her, that's all a lie. Fiction. Fake. Just like him. And her. Surely no one would miss a fictional character, right? ]
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Date: 2023-02-12 07:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2023-02-12 07:12 am (UTC)Well, you know this place better than I do. Is the restaurant okay?
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Date: 2023-02-12 07:14 am (UTC)Race you there?
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Date: 2023-02-12 07:16 am (UTC)[ Ha, a race? Had she forgotten how fast he was? And with the bait of some kind of surprise waiting for him? Maybe if he gets there early enough he can even find a place to scare her from. ]
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Date: 2023-02-12 07:19 am (UTC)[oh good. Kokichi: manipulated. Just step one of her master plan.]
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Date: 2023-02-12 07:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2023-02-12 07:36 am (UTC)Where is he...?
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Date: 2023-02-12 07:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2023-02-12 07:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2023-02-12 07:49 am (UTC)He scurries around the counter and jumps out at her, shouting out with his arms raised like a monster. ]
BLAAGHH! I'M GONNA EAT YOU!
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Date: 2023-02-12 08:40 am (UTC)[THE DEVICE COMES UP TO POINT RIGHT AT HIS FACE!]
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Date: 2023-02-12 08:51 am (UTC)"Wait a minute, Tsumugi."
Shuuichi confronts her.
"...You said you went to the bathroom. The utility closet in that bathroom... has a hidden passageway. ...Around the time Rantaro was killed, Tsumugi went to that exact bathroom."]
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Date: 2023-02-12 08:59 am (UTC)[ He stumbles back from the flash, clutching his face, and it's within half a moment that his brain is flooded with a familiar feeling... The sensation of filling in gaps, of memories long-forgotten creeping back into the forefront of his mind. Right.. of course. How could he have forgotten that? And that? And them?! But there were things he didn't remember... that he couldn't remember. No.. it was too late. Too late!
It's an unusual position for Kokichi to be on his knees, wailing in pain. There's a glimmer of hope, however. Shuuichi's voice. Exposing the truth. Yes... Yes, that truth he'd hoped he would reach but Kokichi hadn't known himself.
There's a mighty, painful groan when he finally looks up at her, sweating, his nails having clawed hot red marks down his face as his brain tries to make sense of what she'd shown him. ]
Y-you... what did you do...?
[ His teeth grit, and there's venom in his voice. ]
WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?!!
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Date: 2023-02-12 09:05 am (UTC)[more memories... of Tsumugi's denials. Of all the facts being woven by Shuuichi so easily with all the new evidence. Of the monokubs trying to intervene. Of admitting that with so many people it'd be impossible even knowing this to determine the culprit... but now that there were five left, it could only be Tsumugi.
"If I'm wrong... please, refute me. Please, tell us you aren't the Mastermind, Tsumugi Shirogane, the Ultimate Cosplayer!"]
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Date: 2023-02-12 09:20 am (UTC)His brain feels like it's being overloaded, and he can't help but cry in pain as memories he couldn't have possibly have ever experienced rush into his brain. He feels like he was there watching the trial, seeing her lies come undone and her crimes exposed. Kaede... she made Kaede take the fall for her.
But even in such a short time, seeing the evidence laid out clearly before him (Or rather, forced into his brain), he can't argue against his beloved's logic. Of course he'd figure it out. There's even a tired, almost manic grin on his face when he looks up at her again. ]
He got you. He got you in the end, you bitch. Ha... I can't believe I ever felt sorry for you.
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Date: 2023-02-12 09:33 am (UTC)[There's more... and more... the continued denials, with everyone trying to beg her to say something (except for Maki who was done with this shit, until finally:
"It's Junko Enoshima!"
...then the back and forth before... the real reveal?? The appearance of Junko Enoshima, the 53rd.
Were all the memories of Hope's Peak and Remnants of Despair true?? What was going on?]
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Date: 2023-02-12 09:48 am (UTC)[ By the point the actual point she's trying to make hits him like she's tied an anchor to his feet and thrown him in a harbor. But having the gut feeling of not wanting to harm anyone actually validated by this stupid light does... somehow make him feel better.
Still, there's more to unpack there that his already fragile brain is ill-prepared to deal with. ]
F...fifty-third?
What the fuck does that mean? I don't... nngh..! My head feels like it's gonna split open...
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Date: 2023-02-12 09:57 am (UTC)[The antics of the new Junko Enosima continue until Shuuichi leads them to the obvious: their memories don't match what the Hope's Peak book says. They couldn't have applied to Hope's Peak. Junko didn't create the tragedy by herself. And Kokichi was definitely not a Remnant of Despair.
The flashback lights are all fake. They're for implanting new memories instead of old.
That means all of the Gofer Project was fake, too.
But then, Shuuichi gets the obvious question:
"We have no connection to Hope's Peak, so you can't be Junko... so then, who the Hell are you?!"
Which is when the act drops...
Junko Enoshima is just cosplay.]
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Date: 2023-02-12 10:18 am (UTC)[ The memories that aren't his, that could never have possibly ever been his flood his brain and make it ache. He doubles over, clutching his head, screaming into his knees. So much information presented as truth and immediately to lies... he can't handle it. It's too much.
He whines, whimpers, and seems to be breathing heavy. By the time he looks up at her, his nose is actually bleeding from the stress, and his face is red all over. He can barely even focus his eyes for how dizzy he is. The whiplash from suddenly knowing Junko Enoshima like a goddess to knowing she was dead, to knowing what he might have known was a cosplay...
He only manages out a tight sound in his throat before he collapses onto his side, limp and only occasionally twitching as rudimentary signs of life. ]
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Date: 2023-02-12 08:25 pm (UTC)...meanwhile.]
[It's getting worse. Shuuichi puts together the obvious: Tsumugi shouldn't be able to cosplay Junko and the others if they're real people. Which means... they're fake. They were all fictional. Not only were they never a part of Hope's Peak, Hope's Peak is all fictional.
All of the killing game was just for a series of anime, manga, and now TV shows called Danganronpa.
"Danganronpa!" screams Monokuma.
As if that wasn't enough, TV screens begin flashing "Danganronpa v3: Killing Harmony"]
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Date: 2023-02-12 09:31 pm (UTC)And that fucking bear.
It takes a moment for him to come around, and when he does, he looks positively exhausted. ]
What... what did you do to me..?
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Date: 2023-02-12 09:41 pm (UTC)[(oh right we also forgot the part Monokuma reveals the audience existing, but there you go)
Shuuichi then points out the next thing:
"We aren't fictional!" "You sure about that?"
And... Shuuichi can't deny the reality:
"We're the same...? We're all... just like you?"
"Yes. That's right. You're all fictional, too."
Everyone's identities, personalities, talents, and backstories are all fictional.
Moreover... the real devastating part kicks in: pre-Shuuichi's audition tape.
"...I'm also thinking about... the perfect punishment for the Ultimate Detective!"]
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Date: 2023-02-12 09:54 pm (UTC)He clutches his head again and screams his agony out for her and the empty restaurant. When he's able to finally calm himself down, he's shaking, even sobbing through his mumbling. ]
I hate you. I hate you. IhateyouIhateyouIhateyouIhateyouIhateyouIhateyouIhateyou...
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Date: 2023-02-13 07:55 am (UTC)[MONOKUMA GOES ON TO EXPLAIN:
"You wouldn't say that now. But, this is you before you became who you are now."
And Tsumugi has to chime in: "When we saw your audition tape, we had a flash of inspiration. The weakest Ultimate Detective ever... wouldn't it be great to see him grow?"
Everyone's families, friends, entire lives before the killing game are just fiction, created by the flashback lights. No one can go back home, because there is no such place. The only place fictional characters can exist is the danganronpa fictional world. Everyone's just there for the real world's entertainment, to kill each other.
"That's why...there's nowhere to run."
Tsumugi punctuates it, with a piercing look Kokichi's surely never seen her make.]
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Date: 2023-02-13 08:00 am (UTC)He hates this, and when he finally looks up at her, his eyes are bloodshot, his face red hot with rage, and swollen from tears. How dare she? How dare she throw everything he thought he was into disarray? ]
Hate... I.. I hate you...
[ He still feels feverish as he tries to claw his way upright, or at least closer to her. Tremors still wrack his body, making it difficult to move, but he's set on it now. He's advancing toward her with murder in his eyes. He might not have wanted to hurt anyone at the academy but... according to her, that's all a lie. Fiction. Fake. Just like him. And her. Surely no one would miss a fictional character, right? ]
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