Y-yes...? D-do yo-ou ne-eed s-someth-thin-ing...?

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…?

You heave yourself up from the chair you were sitting in, and suddenly you see over a dozen other students seated around you. In chairs, on tables, each one slumped over and unconscious, just like you.

And you have no idea where you are.

Panicing, you rush down the stairs, and all you can see are pixels upon pixels. Planes and points and angles. Not a curve in sight, save for the students now gathered by you.

You are alone in a world, you clearly see, you do not belong in.

So what’s to come of you…?

Despair Cubed is a closed Dangan Ronpa OC roleplay group.

Taking place over a 2-3 Week Schedule, this group will be like many others, from submission based trials, to murders and victims, executions and the like. But it will also have a few other concepts to it.

From Minecraft health and hunger bars, to unpredictable motives, and the possibility of avoiding execution, this roleplay will take your OC to their despairing limits. If there are any questions regarding mechanics of the game, please just shoot us a question!

Beware. There is no respawn point.

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…?

You heave yourself up from the chair you were sitting in, and suddenly you see over a dozen other students seated around you. In chairs, on tables, each one slumped over and unconscious, just like you.

And you have no idea where you are.

Panicing, you rush down the stairs, and all you can see are pixels upon pixels. Planes and points and angles. Not a curve in sight, save for the students now gathered by you.

You are alone in a world, you clearly see, you do not belong in.

So what’s to come of you…?

Despair Cubed is a closed Dangan Ronpa OC roleplay group.

Taking place over a 2-3 Week Schedule, this group will be like many others, from submission based trials, to murders and victims, executions and the like. But it will also have a few other concepts to it.

From Minecraft health and hunger bars, to unpredictable motives, and the possibility of avoiding execution, this roleplay will take your OC to their despairing limits. If there are any questions regarding mechanics of the game, please just shoot us a question!

Beware. There is no respawn point.

He’d been here for… How long? A week? Two…?

He wasn’t sure any more. It felt like he was floating, like his body was slowly disconnecting from his soul. He wasn’t sure he’d even realize if someone murdered him now.

This place was trying his patience, he just wanted to wring someone’s neck out, and tell everyone to calm the fuck down.

Of course, that’d probably be taken as an attempted kill, and that’d definitely turn out well.

"Fine. Fine, if you fuckers wanna keep playing, then by all means. Like hell I’m going to play along, and risk my life, but that also means, hey, look! I have no choice but to solve this crime. So congrats, you’ve got another asset on your side for investigation. But hell is I’m going to participate in anything but that. I’m saving my own hide. You save yours."

Toshiro huffed at the end of his little fit, and then looked around.

Blood. Bodies. More bloody. Probably a suspect. Maybe two. Who the hell knows.

Who the fuck cares?

For a while, he simply stared at the execution site, the grave of Sei Tanaka. A blank stare, a blank expression. Different than that he wore during the trial. Different than that he wore when he heard the first motive.

Instead, he just stared at a point in space, eyes unfocused. Finally he came back to earth, and when he did, his eyes were contemptuous like before. Spinning on his heel, he muttered,

"Sure… Why not? … It’s not like anything else could go worse around here."

Walking out of the room rather stiffly, he just wanted to go home. This place was disgusting, and their lives were in danger. They needed to leave, stat. He didn’t really care about the others, at the moment, but he figured that if he was given the opportunity to get out, the others would be too. And it was stressful, having to watch your back every second.

And now…

Now Mono-oni was speaking again, and it was getting on Toshiro’s nerves, and god damn, did that thing ever shut up?

"The tortured screams of those close to you. It will haunt your waking hours and follow you deep into your dreams. There is no escaping it."

It echoed, it burrowed into his mind. Shrill screaming, painful screeches, agonized howling.

Mitsu… Tohru… Kageta… Sobo-cha…

And the ever present cry, high and loud above the others, his mother, screaming for help. Her voice drowning out those of the others, a dark cacophony of pleas. An all too familiar cacophony of pleas.

And there was one more, one small voice, a gasp of pain, a plea for life, in the background. It was much deeper than the others, and Toshiro knew exactly whose it was.

It was clear the moment the chorus started, Toshiro deflated. His shoulders lost their staunch posture, and his eyes closed for just a second. When they opened, they looked almost watery. And he spoke, with all the bitterness and arrogance of before, but none of the boastful pride that Mono-oni had lost,

"A disgustingly inadequate motive, however… I won’t speak on behalf of others this time around. I made my mistake, and don’t intend to make it again. You won’t see me dead any time soon, and no one will be dead on my behalf. So go ahead and blare this din twenty four seven. See what good it’ll do…"

As he turned away, his face much softer than before, almost like it had aged the moment the screams started, you could almost head him mutter,

Toshiro watched as this kid that he’d never met died. He watched as he was buried alive, and likely to never be seen again.

He watched silently as he met what was likely going to be the same fate as the poor Marco kid, who they’d found earlier.

But he shook his head anyways, and sighed. It was a wasteful loss of life, and he doubted that this Hanzai had done anything to deserve being killed like that. But there was no going back, and what with this “mono-oni” babbling on about killing, and forgetting, and stuff Toshiro didn’t really pay attention to, he figure now was about the time he had to move on.

"F-forg-getting…?"

He thought about it for a moment. Forgetting someone was almost worse than death, because they still exist. Thus, your entire existence was erased for such an amnesiac, and you were forced to bear witness to the aftermath. And if they were totally erased from existence, then it’d be like that with everyone, and Toshiro would cease to exist.

But even so, you can’t raise the dead. You can’t rewrite history. Even if you have the ability to erase memories, you can’t totally erase existence. The mark people have left on others isn’t something you can change.

Toshiro frowned, just slightly, barely noticable. Certainly being forgotten wasn’t an event he was looking forward to. But even so…

Toshiro shrugged arrogantly, and grinned at the ghost that threatened them. His voice, when it came out, was barely above a whisper, but you could practically feel the venom on his breath.

"Okay. Go ahead and erase me. Go ahead and erase everyone here, and see exactly how many fucks I’ll give. I’ve paid my dues, I’ve left my marks, you can’t change that. I’m someone who cannot be erased, because if I were, you’d have to go and change history. You may be a ghost, but that’s it. A ghost. You can’t erase me from existence, and you know it. So go ahead and try! I welcome your futile efforts."

He spat out his last words, and didn’t move a muscle. Instead, he sat down on the floor, once more, and stared at Mono-oni. There was arrogant contempt in his eyes, and his mouth was drawn up into a little smirk.

And he sat there. And he sat there. He knew he’d have to go to sleep eventually, and he’d have to return to his room, but for now, he’d sit here.

He’d sit here, and when he was awake, he’d return. There was nothing this Mono-oni could do to him, and they both knew it.

"Well someone has their hand so far up my asshole right now because it feels like they’re fisting my fragile heart."

Sei ran a shaky hand through their hair and looked around at all the other students. Holy shit, they all seemed to be shaken up by this turn of events. From day one, Sei was preparing for this kinda shit to happen. Some lava lamp girl doesn’t come out of no where unless you’re fucked. ‘Hey, listen!’ my ass.

"I’m going to, uh…"

As Toshiro noticed someone bolt from the room, he frowned. Certainly, he didn't expect everyone to realize how futile this threat was, but he'd certainly been hoping that no one took it badly. After all, if even one person believes that the feat was possible, that was one needle in the haystack.

Not likely to stab you if you landed on it, but the threat was still there. And it may have been a one in one billion chance, but that didn't make it any less of a threat.

Thinking more of his own self preservation that of comfort, Toshiro figured he could spare a moment away from Mono-oni. He would simply return later, since both Mono-oni and Toshiro knew his staring wasn't going to do anything. Getting up slowly, he wandered towards the runaway, and sighed a bit.

Yep, he knew this person.

Heeey~! It's that Sei guy! I suppose that pity, or comfort, or whatever I wanna call it can be used. After all, I wanna be friends with him, and kindness is the best way to make friends! Rei, go over there and help!

Well... I s-suppose you're r-right, b-but even if Nimane w-wasn't so ins-sistent that I become firneds with him, it's a good thing to do anyways... After all, if I were upset l-like th-that...

Yeah, but man! There's no way that I'd get so childishly upset over something as lame as this. San's just being a mushy wimp. I'm much better than that, right Rei? So that's a null point! Honestly, I'm a much better strategist than that, San is just messing me up!

Y-yeah, but th-they're a p-person too... S-so even if it wasn't S-sei, I sh-should t-try to comfort them.

Now that's just sappy. I'm not a sappy person. So I'm just doing this because Sei is cool, right? Right Rei?

Toshiro paid neither of them attention as he gently sat down next to Sei. Toshiro couldn't really tell if they were shaking, though with this temperature, and the circumstance, Toshiro supposed he understood if they were.

Gingerly putting a hand on their shoulder, Toshiro smiled lightly,

"H-hey... Y-you ok-ka-kay m-man...?"

Which, in retrospect, was a really idiotic question. Sei was clearly not okay, and despite their boisterous attitude they had when Toshiro met them first, this had scared them.

But a question, familiar and common, should help, right? Provide a sense that this was okay, say that nothing was wrong. This was normal, and even if it was a lie, it should help to calm them down. Then the two of them could address this "motive" later.

Taking a deep breath in, Toshiro did his best to switch into a doctor's mindset. Sure, he was an acquaintance of Sei's, and he'd never dealt with that in the office before, but this was his forte, so this is where he could help.

"Even i-if..."

Not wanting to pause, he covered his stutter up, and cleared his throat.

"You’re here."

Having just come from a rather tense conversation with his teammate, Geiger wasn’t in the best of spirits. But he had to put on a brave face- one of Awu’s guild (that monster!) had suffered the same fate as he.

What an unpleasant name. Though, Toshiro supposed that if this "Geiger" was right, then it was quite fitting. After all, Toshiro himself had seen the dead body, he had known that Geiger was dead, but here he was.

And if that was the case...

"I... I s-suppose I had a feeling... A-and... I can't deny that i-it makes s-sense..."

Not one to deny the truth. Toshiro went silent for a second. That explained the feeling of the cold slimy nonexistence, that explained the missing memories, that explained why everything looked so different, felt so...

Fake.

"I-... I kn-know th-that I'm dead... But... Where are we...? Cadaver B-bay, sure... But why d-didn't we j-just die...?"

He wasn't sure he wanted to know. He wasn't sure he wanted answers, because answer lead to revelations, and revelations lead to irreversible knowledge.

"No... N-no, never mind... I d-don't need to know, it'll just h-hurt more to kn-know... I-... I just have one question though... D-do you s-suppose that I'll see who k-killed me here...? Cause I don't remember a-anything f-from wh-when I died..."

He sighed a bit and then shook his head. At least he wasn't all alone. Even if Nimane, or Sanmane or even Ichimane were gone, he had Geiger.

Even if he didn't know Geiger, he was still there, so he wasn't TOTALLY alone...

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…?

You heave yourself up from the chair you were sitting in, and suddenly you see over a dozen other students seated around you. In chairs, on tables, each one slumped over and unconscious, just like you.

And you have no idea where you are.

Panicing, you rush down the stairs, and all you can see are pixels upon pixels. Planes and points and angles. Not a curve in sight, save for the students now gathered by you.

You are alone in a world, you clearly see, you do not belong in.

So what’s to come of you…?

Despair Cubed is a closed Dangan Ronpa OC roleplay group.

Taking place over a 2-3 Week Schedule, this group will be like many others, from submission based trials, to murders and victims, executions and the like. But it will also have a few other concepts to it.

From Minecraft health and hunger bars, to unpredictable motives, and the possibility of avoiding execution, this roleplay will take your OC to their despairing limits. If there are any questions regarding mechanics of the game, please just shoot us a question!

Beware. There is no respawn point.

"I would you my jacket but then I would get cold and it’d be fuckin’ useless. I might be warmer than you with my jacket, though. I’m so used to the cold that Elsa could punch my rock hard abs and it’d feel like a nice, warm bubble bath."

Were they over-exaggerating? Yes.

"I’ve never been one for textile work but we could always cut up one of those blankets and make you a pair of toasty sleeves to keep your arms from turning into popsicles. What do ya say? Doesn’t that sound like all of a bee’s knees? All six of them."

He shrugged shortly, and sighed. Another problem, and other answer. Or lack thereof, really. But problems aside (Which would probably create more problems, but they'd deal with those when they arose.) they were currently stuck in some god forsaken shit house, which probably was meant to house them for a time period they didn't know, and damn, it was getting of Toshiro's nerves.

"I m-mean... I'd ha-hav-ve dressed-ed th-the occasion-sion if I'd kn-know-wn th-tha-at I w-wa-was gon-onna-na be st-stu-uck-ck in wh-who the fu-fuck-k kno-o-ows wh-whe-where, but y-you know... Wh-why-y bo-both-ther t-tel-elling us? A-at th-this po-poi-int w-we're ho-host-sta-tages, re-real-lly."

He huffed at the end, and rubbed his temples slowly. It wasn't really a headache, though Toshiro was sure he'd get one if he stayed here any longer. It was more of an attempt to think, than an attempt to calm a headache.

Which, I'd hope I know, is a likely outcome of this thinking thing. I'm just gonna wreck myself tryin' to think my way out of here logically. This place is clearly illogical, so why bother with logic? It clearly doesn't apply here.

B-because if I don't d-deal in logic, th-than-

Then what? Ichi is gonna take over? Sure, sure, whatever. I mean, sure, Rei is spoutin' some crazy shit right now, but I'm fine, Ichi's powerless! Sure, logic might be a desperate plea for an answer, but paranoia isn't set in yet!

Th-that's n-not even a cause and effect! Wh-what the hell? Now look here Nimane, I'm gonna think this through logically, a-and I'm g-gonna get out of here, w-without panicking. Wh-which is b-being r-rather impeded by harsh w-words l-like that!

Okay, okay! You got it boss! Man, whatever, really, just get off my back! Logic or whatever, do what is "best," I don't care. But really, there's times that you gotta act on instinct and shit, or you're not gonna get out of here alive. And trust me, Rei's gonna get me out of here alive!

Look, guys... Nimane, I'd appreciate if you didn't bring Ichi into this. Like, ever. And I'll take your advice if needed, but for now, I'm going with Sanmane. This needs to be though out logically, if I don't want to get hurt, and going by instinct isn't going to help me. And you're just getting in the way of me getting out of here. You're not always right, no matter how much you think you are.

Whatever man. But really Rei, think on it...

Sighing slowly, one last time, Toshiro shook his head. He shut his eyes tightly for a second, and then opened them suddenly,