Second Grade

Part 1

(Warning! Contains a lot of spoilers!)

"Ok everyone." Monokuma squealed, sitting crossed legged on the grass. Kokichi sighed, and leaned his head into his left hand. He still had no idea why he agreed to use his precious recess time to play the killing game with his classmates, but he did. The killing game. Monokuma was a strange kid, who's parents allowed him to dye half of his hair white in second grade, but when he mentioned the killing game, it sounded vaguely intriguing. And now here Kokichi was, sitting here when he could be writing his plans to take over the world in his hot pink notebook from the one dollar section at target.

"So basically, everyone is going to close their eyes, and if I tap your shoulder, you are the mastermind. And if you are the mastermind, you are going to help me come up with motivations in secret. Then everyone is going to take a random slip of paper, and if you have the same motivation as we picked, you have to choose someone to 'kill'. We will give everyone a new random slip of paper every recess. If there is a yellow dot, that means it's the motivation. You make up a story of how you kill someone, then I make up a bunch of fake evidence. Then everyone tries to figure out who it was, and if the majority of us guess correctly, the 'killer' is out. But if you guess wrong, then the killer wins. Got it?" He asked, looking giddy. Everyone nodded.

"I'm sure if we work together, we can instantly find out who did the murder!" A girl with bright eyes, Kaede chanted.

"Excuse me, but what happens if we kill the mastermind?" Kokichi pipped up,

"Then you win the game. Whether you kill them by accident, or unpurpos." Rantaro mumbled. Apparently he went to the same summer camp as Monokuma, so he had played this game before.

"Well, hurry up and get started then." Maki whined. Kokichi rolled his eyes. The two had a ongoing rivalry, ever since they both tied at getting the best grades in their class. Kokichi glanced mischievously at Miu, a girl who loved potty humor, and was easy enough to rile up.

"I bet it was Miu." He pointed at her from the other side of the circle the kids formed.

"We haven't even started you butt hole!" She yelled back, and he grinned at her. She was trying to appear to be angry, but Kokichi knew that he had given her exactly what she wanted, an excuse to call someone a butthole. They had an alliance in that way. She got to practice insults on him, and he got to practice getting people riled up on her.

"Can we please just start?" Shuichi, a little boy who always wore a dark hat groaned.

"Yeah, shut up Oma." Kaito, the 'class idiot' in Kokichi's mind, added on.

"Did you just say shut up? You're so mean!" Kokichi pretend to wail.

"Ok, heads to toes, and eyes shut. It's choosing time." Monokuma clapped his hands together. Everyone listened, and Kokichi opened his ears. He knew better than to peek, as he would instantly be out. Monokuma stopped behind someone to the left in the circle. He tapped on their shoulder, returned to his spot, then firmly said,

"Eyes open! I chose my mastermind. Oh, and remember to make up a special talent for yourself, to make the game more interesting. Mastermind, you know who you are. So we need to have a playdate late after school, so no one sees us leaving together, and discuss what we should do first. Alright, that's it for today. I'm going to go play four squares." And just like that, everyone ran off to their various places. Kirumi went back to wiping down the playground, as she often did. Kokichi went to his favorite knock, a little spot between two trees that were grown closely together. He pulled out his notebook, and pen with a kitten on it, and started to write.

Day one:

I think it's Maki. That's what I'm going to assume. Just kidding! Hehe! No, she was to my right. The mastermind was to my left. I'm going to find out who the mastermind is, before the game is over. I know I will. Did I spell mastermind right? I'll have to ask one of my daddies later. Anyway, I am now Kokichi Oma, the Ultimate Supreme Leader! Did I spell Ul-timate right?