Kokichi Love Hotel & Other Oneshots

Original Love Hotel Scene

So I made some minor changes to the actual scene so that it could ride smoothly into the continuation. You don't have to play the video above but I would because JESUS THE VOICE ACTING AROUND THE MIDDLE AND END.

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Shuichi slides the key into the lock on the hotel door and twists it. The door slides open and he steps inside.

The first thing that I notice is the weird horse carousel that was continuously circling the almost golden bed. The horses’ face looked like Monokuma and that wasn’t the only disturbing thing.

To the left of the bed was a white curtain that was drawn back a little bit, revealing what I think to be some sort of swimming pool. It even had a slide too. When I look to the right of the bed, the same white curtains are there.

What exactly am I looking at over there. Is that a bon-...and this is my cue to leave real quick.

As I turn to leave, I bump into a chair that I didn’t notice when I first came in here. I finally see that there is two chairs, opposite of each other, and a table in between those chairs. I also notice that I’m not alone in this room.

There is a purple haired boy sitting in the chair that was closest to the door. The first thing that my eyes travel to is the black and white checkered scarf around his neck. His pale skin accentuated his purple eyes that matched his hair.

It was only after a couple of minutes when I realize that the boy had silver handcuffs binding his wrists together. I sit down in the chair and face Kokichi, my back towards the bed. The room was silent except for soft music playing in the background.

Every time I come here, I play the role of their “ideal.” Like some shared fantasy. Kokichi’s fantasy… I can only imagine how insane this will get…

“Aw man, it’s been awhile since I landed into trouble like this.” Kokichi says, his voice filled with fake guilt.

“...Trouble?”

“Trapping me in a place like this… That’s very like you, Mister Detective.” He continues, giggling.

So I’m still a detective in his fantasy. Am I supposed to be chasing him?

“But I won’t tell you where I hid the stolen gem! Torture won’t work either, y’know!” Kokichi yells, a triumphant smile plastered on his face.

I jumped back in shock. “I-I’m not going to torture you! What exactly do you think a detective *does*?” I ask, settling down.

“You’re planning on tyin’ and roughin’ up my body, aren’t you? That’s why there’s a bed, huh?” He answers while giving me an innocent look, his hands clasped together, resting over his heart.

“N-No, no, you’ve got it all wrong!” I try to explain to Kokichi.

He leans forward in the chair, letting his elbows rest on the table while his chin rests on the palm of his left hand.

“Eh? But isn’t that what happens to a phantom thief when they’re caught?” He says with a smug grin on his face.

“A phantom thief?”

Kokichi leans back into his seat, the smirk never leaving his face. “But y’know...if you’re into some craaazy kinks, even I wouldn’t be able to keep up.” He replies while shrugging his shoulders.

“I said, you’ve got it wrong-” I start to say before I stopped myself.

No...wait a minute. We shouldn’t be arguing…