♬ 001. Make heaven, heaven out of hell now.

[idolizer]

Characters: Sayaka Maizono and you, you, youuuu~
Setting: First wandering in the dorms, then Cafeteria and Floor 14.
Format: Delicious actionspam, but I can match.
Summary: +1 idol girl freaking out at all the freaky things here, and thinking she ended up in hell or something.
Warnings: Mentions of death, some Dangan Ronpa spoilers probably.




[ Dorm 1-05, then the rest of the floor. ]

[ Tic... tic... tic...

Such an annoying noise... stop it... s-stop...

... where... what the hell is it? It sounds like a... a heartbeat. Coming from within... her chest? ]

Ahh...!

[ Sayaka opens her eyes abruptly, gasping as if she just woke up from a nightmare. This ceiling... it's not the bathroom. She's laying on top of something soft... a mattress? ]

... [ She's expected her body to hurt more than this, or rather... she thought that knife stuck in her chest eventually killed her, but as she moves her hand to feel around that area, she notes with shock that... there's nothing there. She sits up abruptly, patting her chest frantically, there's no pain, no pain at all... and no knife stuck in her. There's something uncomfortably wrapped around her neck- is this a collar? Wh-what...

Finding the two letters next to her, she's moved by the urge to open them and read.

... ]

... My world is destroyed?! [ She finds herself yelping. What- what kind of sick joke is this? That can't be possible, she was there before she... died? Passed out? No, she's sure her heart stopped before her brain shut out. But then, why did she wake up without a wound in her body? She can't read the rest of the letters, discarding them to the side for now, those words stuck in her head. This is all... so ridicolous... the school, her career, her idol group, her fans... everyone...

Her thoughts then wander to a specific person, but she quickly chases them away before they can affect her more than she is already. There's no way he and her other classmates could be here, right? She's the one who died, not them.

...

After the initial panic attack, Sayaka takes some sweet time scanning the surroundings. Four beds, bedside tables, nothing else catches her attention- ah... except, the chest under her bed. She pulls it out, examining it for a while- until she decides not to open it yet. With how confused she is, opening a strange chest out of nowhere sounded like a real bad idea in her head. First, she must know what on earth is going on. Is this a dream? It feels like one, doesn't it?

Some time later, she decides to bite the bullet and peek outside of her room, before getting to wander through the floor in search of someone who can help her understand... whatever there is to understand. ]


[ Cafeteria ]

[ Sayaka was already worn out from the shock and stress of suddenly waking up, revived after dying miserably, and then being faced with discovery after discovery that surely did no good to her poor heart... but she decided to at least explore a little through the stairway to give herself an idea of where she was thrown in, after a kind soul pointed her to the stairs. Needless to say, she regretted the decision quickly. Without looking back, out of fear and survivor instict, she managed to descend all the way down to the first floor, where a cafeteria was in sight.

She almost wobbles her way in, sitting at the first table she finds, practically draping herself over it, hiding her face in her arms. The poor girl doesn't have the time to cry at her own misery, that she finds a dish with... something less than inviting appearing in front of her. This is food, right?

... Taste be damned, she's going to gulp that thing called oatmeal down. Eugh. At least it's going to fill her stomach for the day. ]


[ Floor 14 ]

[ Once she calms down enough, Sayaka decides to explore each floor thoroughly... at least the ones that don't give her feelings of dread. The surroundings of this floor surprise her in a vaguely pleasant way, although she's still pretty wary of everything. She'll poke around, eventually finding some of the music she can recognize from her own world. Relaxing needs to be a thing that happens, she cried enough today... and so, she's found sitting down on one of the couches, eyes closed as she lets herself get lulled by the song in the earphones.

Hell has its own pleasantries, at the very least. ]

Comments

[surpassthelimit]

Giving up that easily?

[idolizer]

[ To that, she doesn't respond. Seriously, what is there left to do for her? What is life outside her dream career and inside such a scary place? She's better off dead here, isn't she... ]

[surpassthelimit]

You're probably wondering if you're better off being dead, huh? I say screw that. If you're going to be in hell, you might as well try to kick the Devil's ass and take his place.

[idolizer]

...

Ah... don't tell me you can read minds, sir.

[surpassthelimit]

No but I've seen that look plenty of times before.

[idolizer]

... You're mostly right, though. I don't see how useful I can be in this place. All I'm good at is sing and dance. I have no fighting skills. [ Last time she tried to get into a physical fight with someone, it ended horribly. ]

[surpassthelimit]

Is that all? If you can sing and dance, who says you can't fight? Dancing and fighting go pretty well with each other.

[idolizer]

Huh? Is that so? I didn't know that...

[surpassthelimit]

It's all hand and footwork! Isn't that just what dancing is? You already have the coordination. All you need is the knowhow.

[idolizer]

[ Hmmmm...

Even if she had no longer reason to live, dying at the hands of monsters still isn't an idea that is appealing to her. Dying once was painful and scary already, she's not sure she can repeat that experience.

Besides, there's a certain baseball player to deal with... ]

I suppose you're good at fighting, if you have such knowledge.

[surpassthelimit]

You're speaking to a taijutsu master who got his rank in the military for being good at fighting.

[idolizer]

... Oh. Wow. I should have known, since you're training here.

[surpassthelimit]

[He shrugs and shakes his head.]

Any idiot can train. No one is psychic.

[idolizer]

[ It's like he's calling himself an idiot... ]

Do you think I could... fight with a weapon, if I had the chance to train?

[surpassthelimit]

[He's already resigned himself to that.]

Sure you could. Even I keep a weapon on me.

[idolizer]

Well, I don't have one. [ Guess who hasn't checked her trunk yet... ]

What weapon do you have?

[surpassthelimit]

Give me a sec.

[He walks over to his crap he dragged in with him and pulls out a slightly oversized, metallic tonfa.]

This is my Mizuchi blade.

[Oh wait, he squeezes the grip and a blade unfolds from it.]

There, now the name makes sense.

[idolizer]

...

[ Whoa, the design is... complex, for lack of a better term. ]

I'm sure I've never seen something like this. That's impressive.

[surpassthelimit]

Isn't it! You sure you don't have anything? They give you a bunch of stuff in that crate by your bed.

[idolizer]

[ Oh. ]

I saw a chest under my bed, but I was suspicious so didn't open it yet.

[surpassthelimit]

That thing has a bunch of your stuff in it so you might want to check it out. If you're worried about something happening, I could take you back to wherever it is.

[idolizer]

Well, I wouldn't want to disturb you. It's still in my room.

[surpassthelimit]

It wouldn't be a problem. Besides, letting you wander off alone and defenseless isn't what I call a sporting thing to do.

[idolizer]

... You're kind. Thank you, sir. I hope it won't take long.

[ There's also the elevator, but she'd rather not use it alone, since it looks like the security system here leaves a lot to be desired. ]

[surpassthelimit]

First of all, it's Axel. Secondly, I'm too young to be a sir. And I'm not kind either so don't get any crazy ideas in your head.

[He was an antagonist for an entire game!!!]