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Broken Mirror	By : Todaytonight1999 Category: +A through F > Dangan Ronpa Views: 529 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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At the end of the corridor the clunky footsteps came closed, the windows with moonlight flushed over the Hope's Peak Dormitory's hallway through city towers lighting all over the city, the red lights illuminated the hallway. Each leg dragged itself closer to the door of the owner's dorm, they took the ID card out inserting in and sat onto the bed, looked at the bathroom door closedly, breathed slowly, eyelids trembled, finger dangled, thighs mumbled.

The dorm light flickering each tick-tock with those 2,3 termites flying around, buzzed their wings through the layers of air combined with the person's heavy breathing and heart beating through their stream of memories, the rose vessel sucked little by little of water from phases to phases simultaneously to the person's own drops of sweats rolling from the top down the cheeks and falling to the floor. Their hands rubbed into each other lightly, eyes locked and locked onto the floor followed the symmetric pattern of the line crossing each other on the traffic road of a circus while the milkish beige blinds fluttered by the lunar wind blew their notebook with written and deleted words pages to pages formed a rhythmic poetry. The flowery patterns on the pinkish red walls left right up down like kaleidoscope-like psychedelic experience run through the room like a parade did the show and didn't know why they had to escape from something, on those walls were pictures of faces remarkably enhanced the already tensed atmosphere of the dorm with their soulless eyes locked in front of them to the void, surrounding the person with the tensed gust of sigh, and the fan flew accordingly with the person hair's side combined with the outside wind making this place freeze to a cold.

Suddenly, the person turned off the dorm light and turned the bathroom one on, looked on the mirror, then sat on the toilet with the former position with the realization that the atmosphere here was no different from the outside. Each breathing they took created thin layers of mist in front of their eyes making them foggier, murkier, layers of steam flew everywhere form into clouds of psychedelia. They sat still on the toilet, their stream of memories came back with a revenge right in front of their retinas (projected from their brain to be exact), footages murkily and foggily showed each cuts, each montages back and forth shots by shots, scenes by scenes, plot threads run out of control and bursted out chemicals and electrons inside their neurons. The person, again, rubbed their hands and again, stamped their feet, each nerously rhythmic phase synced with when they were outside. What were they waiting, what were they recalling, their neurons worked at highest capacity run the electricity to all part of their body suffocating them, making them looking left right up down all over the place, more and more frantic. What did they fear, they had no clue, they didn't know whether should they went outside and talked to someone (including the janitors, monitors, teachers and staff) or not, if this kept happening... The lightbulb flickered a little bit making the person shocked a little more, even so, actually making them much more calming than before and ironically(?), paying attention to their surrouding a little more too. The lightbulb flickering sound combined with flies and mosquitoes wings flapping sound comforted them to a meditating state, focus all of their new thoughts, each flap shocked some little soundwaves resonated the entire room composed an opera piece washed away all sinful desires inside. Each sweatdrops, again, rolling down to the floor, hands and feet coated of wetty sweat rubbing and rubbing, they kept doing those things like a ritual worshipping gods or something.

Once again, they rose up came out of the bathroom and this time, they sat in front of the desk with the previously mentioned notebook, took out their pen and rigorously wrote each and every details out, wrote so much that it became gibberish, they irresistibly locked their eyes onto each page of paper, their hands sweaty wetting each page they touched making it harder to write. Each letter they wrote down was unintelligible and tattooed down through each layer of paper, so strongly that those traces looked very clearly and under the light, they looked like dragon phoenix dancing around the places they had written down. Their feet continued stamping on a rhythmic phase, trembling up down onto the floor became a piece of drum track consumed by the ethereal atmosphere surrounding them, making them shivered down to their spine, their sudoriparous glands worked on an even higher capacity, their body trembled at a higher frequency, their heart beated faster and their breathing became more frantic making letters became even more gibberish than it already were. The panic they received, they couldn't get it away all and they just kept coming back like the chained locked their body, their mind, their core to the soul became ambiguous imagery that were parts of the low-quality footage that repeated itself, broken, scattered of a inescapable neverending nightmare streamed through their memories, their consciousness throughout their spirit and psyche. Each word they wrote down they didn't know their meaning, they just kept writing, the writing speed became more frantic due to their hands' uncontrollable trembling movement like writing down their will passing down to their descendants, or remaining a dying message before the impending fate that the reaper put their sickle to their neck, preparing to slide it through them and collect their soul and spirit to Higan 彼岸 according to the note they received.

Also at those moments, they kept turning their neck toward the windows looked outside the academy yard, the faraway buildings with the deserted streets only had two three cars passing by the corner of the sub-quarter with the second third et cetera Hope's Peak Dormitory on opposite sides intertwined into a network and other places too. They had some feelings that someone or something was paying attention to them at those sides, the places that gave them no insurances or evidences of such those feelings, only just scattering and foggy shadows flew throughout those places with no shapes of their own and the moonlight looked directly at them only exacerbated their paranoia that chained inside their mind. That gust of wind flew through the windows blew on them and on the desk, a rather cold one at that made their sweaty body even colder, their hands trembling to the point they no longer wanted to write, they simply sit still waiting. The person changed the position by turned around, looked at the void, still felt uncertain and chaotic, they became more frantic and started to stand up and walk around aimlessly, if not jump around smash everything within this dorm without thinking about consequences. They wanted to, but they couldn't, they were hesitating about it, they kept that position, still. But, they felt asleep, they wanted to fall, they were struggling to even stand, they'd burnt so much energy for days, and now they just wanted to fall onto bed, put the sheet surrounding them, lay down on the pillow and drown into the lucid dream till next time. But could they? That question kept coming to them made them felt too unsettled to fell asleep, they were about to go mad, they wanted to punch their brain a lot, right into dreamscape, or eternal one. They didn't know what to do, they started to stand, walk around aimlessly times to times, for thinking back things perhaps, or maybe easier to sleep, they kept walking like that until they turned off the light, actually went to that comfort mattress, sheet and pillows, laid on them and beside the moon to sleep. They slowly closed their eyes, strugglingly, kept blinking, and then did they fall asleep. At first it was really difficult, they moved left to right forward backward and finally went into dream.

A monochrome teddy bear with red devillish left eye, a giant one, looked directly at them. They were still lying, they were immobile, they couldn't scream for help, they couldn't move, they could only looked back at it. Above the bear the vast space full of ethereal cherry pink clouds with bright amber stars of the Milky Way painted through the sky. That bear was enormous as the Great Mountain, the Universal Pillar, supporting the sky, the whole vast space, an overwhelmed feeling of God looked down at them. Suddenly, that bear took something from the sky, its palm held the enormous staff as big as its hand, it held both hands onto the staff and smashed into their face, smashing smashing smashing kept smashing into their face. When they saw the flat bottom of the staff, it came crashing down to them, the first time the vision was blurred badly, blood spewed out from their faces, they could see their face got swollen, the second time their nose and their jaws broken, their eyes squished, their cheekbones crushed, more bloody than before, the third one their entire face crushed, part of their parietal and occipital cracked almost revealed their semi-crushed brain out, the fourth, their head, skull and brain completely crushed, and the fifth, the sixth, the seventh, the eighth, the ninth,... They fell into abyss of nothingness while the bear kept crushing them, but they felt nothing, not hurting at all.

Would this time be the morning, perhaps?

A fanwork of Danganronpa series
ダンガンロンパシリーズの二次創作作品

Original production by Spike Chunsoft Co., Ltd and Too Kyo Games
原案協力：株式会社スパイク・チュンソフト＆トゥーキョーゲームス

Basic concept by Kazutaka Kodaka, Rui Komatsuzaki, Yoshinori Terasawa, Takekuni Kitayama and Yuya Sato
原案：小高和剛、小松崎類、寺澤善徳、北山猛邦＆佐藤友哉

Written by Andrew T.
作者：Andrew T.
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