So, I got this fun writing assignment to do for my English class where we could create our own fictional world and- I sorta wrote something that was connected to the 'Mansion of Despair' Fanganronpa, but in an AU.
Words are hard but- I just wanted to share it- so- here;
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In a dark, hidden place, Ryuji Sejiyoma secretly rest. The room was dimly illuminated by a monitor sitting on an oak desk in front of him that he was using to watch his peers. He sat, almost motionless on a stationary grey-black chair, heavily immersed by the activity he was watching on the computer screen. The soft glow reflecting off of it concealed his cold blue eyes from behind his reading glasses. The screen was evenly split into four sections, those in which Ryuji could individually watch in full view if he clicked the right arrow on the detached keyboard in front of him. It was hardly visible, consumed almost completely by the blackness of this space. His eyes darted from panel to panel, the muscles in his shoulders tensing up slightly and his hands gripping the desk.
Was this.. 'Excitement'? That was what he was supposed to be feeling right? The excitement of watching the remaining twelve students he trapped within this mansion, trying to solve yet, another murder committed by one of their own in an attempt to escape that hell..? Of course.. Ryuji had been amongst them. Acting as innocent as can be in the beginning when there were twenty of them. Slowly but surely though, students were picked off. Little by little.. Until Ryuji was 'killed' by a desperate student who wasn't in his right mind. Obviously though, he didn't actually get killed. Not yet anyway. As the mastermind of this killing game.. It would be rather disappointing if he was killed that early, without much of a chance to observe the Ultimates as he was now.
Currently, Ryuji was watching the full screen view of a white-haired female being yelled at and accused. The corpse of a blonde-haired male lay on the ground, his once bright, blue eyes, wide open with fear of his last moments.. Yet dull. Lifeless. And empty. A pool of blood surrounded his body with multiple stab wounds present along it, but there were long strands of white hair with some blood on it as well near the corpse. The deceased Ultimate even appeared to be holding a piece of fabric that heavily resembled that of one of the black gloves she wore. She was more or less backed up in a corner, small tears forming at the corner of her eyes as she made zero attempt to defend herself, only keeping her gaze locked onto the body and shaking her head wordlessly.
Due to the amount of cameras set up in this area.. Ryuji knew very well she didn't commit this murder. In fact, he was able to watch the murder the moment it went down in all its glory. Xatria, the female, swore she would always be at her lover's side.. Never betray him and she didn't. But here she was, being accused of killing the one she devoted her life to. Thus was the nature of the killing game. At this point in time, Ryuji expected himself to feel saddened for Xatria as any normal person would.. Perhaps pity her. Yet.. Nothing.
"Ah well.." The mastermind exhaled softly, leaning back in his chair. "Maybe next killing game.. I won't feel so empty.. This one was a fluke."
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Also Protagonxst_Trxo- I used Goya- I- hope you don't mind that I kinda just ran with the idea-
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