Danganronpa: String Theory (DrV3)

1.4 - Third Time's a Charm

"Daamn! I knew she wouldn't be boring like you idiots!" I wince a little at Kokichi's words. Of course he has something to say about it... "So what are we here for? Don't be shy, we're all ears!"

...

I grimace and peek a glance up at Rantaro, only to shrink back when I see it in his eyes.

Suspicion.

"No, there's no point. You're all just going to forget again anyways," I mumble, pushing past Kiibo and Gonta as politely as I can despite feeling awful about it. "Excuse me. I want to be alone. Don't bother coming over and asking me anything else either, 'cause I won't say anything."

"W-Wait!" I hear Rantaro try to stop me from somewhere behind, but I ignore it and speed walk until I reach an isolated corner in the gym, taking a seat and reclining my back against the cold wall all by myself.

Although most of the boys glance my way every now and then, thankfully none of them attempt to come over to where I am, instead chattering among themselves. Not even Kokichi seems interested enough to pester me, much to my relief. He's the one I was the most worried about bugging me. Whatever they're talking about must have to do with me, since they keep looking my way though... Probably about the "forgetting" thing I'd let slip out.

The one friend I made and he doesn't trust me anymore just because of a comment that stupid bear decided to make... Why am I the only one that remembers? Why can't I just forget too? Remembering is just causing me unnecessary stress.

After a little while of whining and complaining in my mind, the three girls from before burst into the gym, Tenko Chabashira leading and gasping for air as she comes to a stop.

...Oh no, she's probably gonna come over here when she realizes I'm not a boy...! I think, grimacing and turning away so my back is to them. I guess I'll have to just pray she doesn't.

I trace my finger along a velvety strip at the hem of my skirt uniform, frowning in thought. Now that I think about it, this uniform isn't at all familiar to me... Where did I get it? What school do I even go to? Where is the school? ...Everything before the locker is fuzzy. I can only remember...

Well, undisputable since my last attempts at recollecting my thoughts, my name is definitely Prairie Marble. Two, I am seventeen years old, but I've always been treated younger because of how I look, causing me to develop a child-like demure innocence that doesn't match my age.

...I open my eyes in surprise, not even realizing I'd closed them.

Okay, so I at least have some saving grace in my individuality in that I can think critically in a logical manner. Could that be linked to my Ultimate talent somehow?

What would that be though? ...The Ultimate Analyst? The Ultimate Observer? ...The Ultimate Detective?

Nah. Those are dumb and cliché... It's definitely something else, those ones aren't clicking with me at all.

The sound of the gym doors being thrown open barely catches my attention this time- I'm far too consumed by my musings to pay attention to any of that. Instead, I extend my legs out straight so they touch the wall, leaning back to lay down and stare up at the ceiling where I can see all the overgrown vegetation entering to overtake the wall. While playing with the vines using the points of my shoes, I continue thinking.

So this is going to lead to a killing game... Rantaro deduced it, but the one who went and confirmed it by his actions was the red bear.

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