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[GamblingGoblins]

Marie - Ultimate Decapitator
Trial Room
Zenterfold HanikamuKitten Xeppy Takumi98 @Everybody

Marie's head hurt. This was way too much auditory input, too many people with too many conflicting ideas. She couldn't begin to follow them all, and after she'd made her own suggestion as to what happened, she seemed adverse to even attempting to find a moment in which she could speak again amidst all the commotion. She just shrunk into her shoulders, trying her best to follow what was going on. To add to the misfortune of it all, the bear hadn't even answered her as to why they were bothering with all of this in the first place, but she supposed she should've been used to that by now.

What followed, though, was a mix of fortunate and tiring. It came as a great relief to her when Clementine, Cater, and a couple of others seemed to approve of her messy theory. That was good, right? The latter even gave her a smile. She didn't like having people paying attention to her, but at least she'd seemed to have done something right. But at the same time, it also led to more questions being asked of her, which she hadn't really anticipated. She shifted on her feet a little, nodding shyly in response to Atsushi's reiteration of her words. "Yes," she confirmed, "but I'm not sure..."

A long, awkward pause followed, making it apparent that she was either struggling to find the words she needed again or that she was battling anxiety. Regardless of the reason, she eventually did manage a response to Pinkie and Clementine. "Couldn't they have taken her clothes from the machine?" she wondered. "Or, um... the one they share their room with, or perhaps their partner - they would've been able to get them, right?" She didn't know if that was true or not. She, Cater, Shinoa and Nana had all spent a lot of time in each others rooms, so if the same went for Trixie, it didn't seem impossible.

"Um, so... if the machine was used around midnight..." Her voice trailed off, but the meaning was clear: it was likely that that was around the time the kill took place. If so, the killer would've had plenty of time to clean themselves up as well as to tamper with things with great precision while everyone was still asleep, given they weren't supposed to meet for breakfast until around 8am. The partner thing still didn't make sense to her, just as most of this didn't- but there was one thing that seemed a little strange about it. After another long bout of silence while the room filled with bickering, she eventually managed to find her voice again, albeit quieter than before. She looked like she didn't have much left in her as far as speaking up to help out went.

"The matter of the partners... doesn't it make sense? If the strange device is broken, we can't see who an unopened last message is from to know who her real one was." In other words, it was likely a way to insure that nobody would know the partner list had been messed with in the first place. If that was what the killer had been getting at, it seemed to have worked, given that Claude now had fingers pointed at him as well. Plus, it wasn't as though the physical partners list would've been easy to mess with, given they'd all had to stick together. But, then, Marie couldn't even follow whether or not these people had been following the partner rules anymore.​

 

[Xeppy]

Pinkie Pie
themagnoliaofutah Capri Icee SilverDingo LuckycoolHawk9 Zenterfold GamblingGoblins HanikamuKitten Josh Takumi98 Verite Ghost_Candy Charles Babel
+ everyone

Trial Room

Pinkie nodded slowly at Marie's words, trying to process her response to her in her head with a sad expression. If the person who did it really took them out of Trixie's room, then why were two washing machines used? Did the person who did it use two washing machines? Or did Trixie use one, and the other person use the other? "O-okay," she said in response to the blond-haired girl. "I-I-I think it's the washing... washing machine..." She pointed at Menma, "...as she s-said earlier, Trixie probably d-did laundry. T-t-that's why two washing machines were us-used..."

Pinkie thought for a moment when Marie brought up how it was at midnight. If that was the case, then the person Trixie texted most likely had to been someone she was already acquainted with, or she would have to have a really good reason to speak with them that late. Still, she didn't know who Trixie had sent, and if that person would go out in the middle of the night to a plausible stranger or not... no matter how much Pinkie thought everyone was her friend, there was still the truth that they all didn't know each other that well.

When Claude was saying his opinions earlier, Pinkie didn't pay much attention, not expecting for anything bad to stand out. From Claude and Pinkie's earlier interaction, he seemed so easy-going and nice. She didn't think that he would say anything suspicious in his words. Afterall, he seemed to just sum up all they were talking about during the trial. She merely nodded to all of his words, although shivering when he mentioned the murder weapon. Was... the coffee maker really the item used to do it? It made sense, considering what was being argued about in the trial, but Pinkie couldn't believe someone would use something like that for the purpose of doing... it. She couldn't believe people actually doing it in the first place, really.

She ignored the pounding in her head and closed her eyes, trying to calm herself down from the true summarization Claude had just told. What he said about the tablets... was that correct? Did the person who did it put the tablet in the washing machine because of missed messages? Why would there be missed messages, though? Pinkie would think that if Trixie had planned all of this... then she probably wouldn't miss any messages from her planned victim to make sure they were coming. Pinkie shuddered violently when she put herself in Trixie's shoes, though, now staring at her podium's bottom in horror. She... mustn't think these things! Focus on something else, Pinkie. Focus. Claude... had a good guess! Perhaps the person who did it did throw the tablet in because they noticed missed messages that Trixie possibly could have overlooked.

She nodded at Menma when she put out a list of suspects, although she didn't think anyone on that list was the person who did it. In fact, even though she was stating theories, she didn't think anyone here did it. People here... wouldn't do such a thing! As Pinkie said before, they were all friends! Yes, they were all friends. Yet... as they were "all friends"... a murder happened. In this building, where Pinkie Pie was. Even as she knew all of this... she didn't think anyone here was capable of doing that sort of thing to someone else. No, she didn't think. She hoped. When Menma brought up alibis, Pinkie's eyes shot to the floor. Gosh, Pinkie never had to do an alibi before in her world. The only time she had to make one up was in an investigation of who ate a cake that was off limits, not for a situation like this! Still, Pinkie knew what she was doing last night, as Menma requested for them all to think... sleeping. Like many other people were doing. She opened her mouth, about to say this, before someone else had ideas of the Ultimate Strategist.

BAM! Sophie got her idea in, shooting bullets of accusations towards Claude word after word. Pinkie looked at her in confusion and awe as she did this, silently putting the puzzle pieces that Sophie tried to lay out for them together. There were people like Clementine who were doubting the partner mix-up... and Claude was the first one to suggest that it happened. Everything she said made sense... yet Pinkie still panicked at her words. Claude... did it? Could he really have done it? But... but he seemed like... someone she could become friends with! Someone she could help, and them help her! He couldn't have done it! He was nice! Right?

Pinkie let out a little sigh of relief when Claude gave his defense against himself, and Pinkie immediately believed him. Probably not a good thing for this girl to immediately believe those who are possibly lying, yet Pinkie still did. She did! Well, until Menma spoke again. Her hope drained again when Menma obviously didn't believe the male, asking for his own alibi. He... he wasn't with Trixie last night! Right? Right? Her attention went over to the man, looking desperately at him. He didn't do it, right? He had to say he didn't do it!

Pinkie nodded to all of Wanda's words, with the messaging and how it could be a false flag, although she thought about how a pro most likely did this. It was complicated. Maybe someone who was a pro was doing this... or someone who could strategize really well. Like the Ultimate Strategist. No! She shook her head, trying to shake these thoughts out. The doubt had been placed inside her head, now... had Claude really done it? No! He needed to say his alibi. Yet again, she looked at the male, expecting him to have an amazing alibi that would put any blame off of his shoulders.​

 

[Icee]

​

Claude Von Riegan​

Ultimate Stratigist​

Zenterfold Ghost_Candy Xeppy +Anyone​

Claude was finding it difficult to stay calm in the situation. Here he was, trying to throw theroies out there like everyone else and yet, the fingers were being pointed at him. Had he come off as that type of person to them? Had he really come off as the type to comitt the first murder? To do something like kill in cold blood? Even though in every interaction he has had, he has trief to show how he was out to save everyone, to find a way out with the others. Sure he didn't have anyone who coukd vouch for his alibi the past day. This was the exact reason he was hesitant to reveal it. But if it somehow proved his innocence...
"Fine. But my alibi probably won't help much. I'll admit, I've made myself look suspicious due to not checking in with people. But I wanted to draw as little attention to myself as I could. I haven't given up on a way out. I haven't given up on thinking there were things in here we might be overlooking." he started. "I was searching for any other information on this place. Any other exits we could find. Documents. Anything we might be able to use to our advantage. I thought the main places to find things of interest might be the Gift Shop or Daycare Center. I know none of it clears my name. It might even make me more suspicious. But I didn't kill Trixie. Why would I? I know in a trial, a character argument is hardly a defense but I still feel the need to say it anyway. Even when I fought a whole war in my world, I still was hesitant to kill. I only killed when there was no other options. I even tried just to incapacitate others if I could. And that was during a war. I may be the Ultimate Stratigist but I use that to try and find peaceful solutions and paths forward. And...silly pranks. But that's beside the point. I still think hearing testimonies from Menma and Sera are imoortant, because their names were involved in the swaps."
He fell silent after that. For a rare time, emotions were stopping him from being able to continue to think rationally. The continued accusations kind of hurt. He decided to just stay silent for now. He was a bit nervous that if he continued to give input that people may just continue to point the finger on him. Or worse, they get lead to a false conclusion. He knows he didn't kill Trixie. Even if things pointed in that direction. The killer was trying to frame him. Judging by Menma's extereme reaction, he was wondering if she was innocent as well. In that case...then the only other was Sera. However, he still wasn't quite ready to rule Menma out.

 

[Zenterfold]

Monokuma let out a raucous cheer. "Huzzah! This is what we're looking for! Puhuhu! Go ahead, throw those punches. Throw out blame. Point fingers! That is what a trial is about, baby!" The bear stood on his chair and raised his paws into the air. "Get the audience's blood pumping! A trial's more fun the more paranoid you are! The more chaos you bring, the tastier it all gets. Come on, smile wide. Gnash those teeth. I wanna get a good closeup whether you're filled with hope or despair!"

Clementine was trying to ignore the bear best she could, but she thought she heard a strange noise following his little spiel. Was it a rumbling? Yelling? It sounded distant but close.

...

"Do you ever shut up?" Clementine asked, turning on him. "You're really enjoying this, huh? No one here wants to be doing this! This is so... it's fucking crazy, asshole!"

"Huuuuh?" Monokuma tilted his head at the girl. "Come on, the people love it! Don't you want to put on a good show? I'm just trying to tell you what plays well to the audience. They're still trying to figure you out, you know."

"Audience?" Clementine grit her teeth. She was so tired of this asshole already. "You keep mentioning an audience. Viewers. Even making advertisements! Is that what's going on here, huh? You recording this? Who are you sending this to?! A bunch of rich guys in a bunker somewhere desperate for some entertainment at the end of the world or something?"

The bear let out a long, long laugh. "No, silly. Way more than that."



The walls of the trial room itself began to give way. The ceiling retracted, revealing that wherever they are was absolutely ginormous. As the walls were removed, it became clear where they actually were. Around the center ring of podiums was a space akin to the size of a stadium.

Yes, it looked just like a stadium... with thousands of people in the stands. Giant monitors affixed on all sides of the stadium showed close-up views of the trial ring, as well as footage of the participants as they debated.



"It's the live audience!"

The stands were filled. They somehow were loving the sight of people standing in a circle yelling at each other. They let out a loud, deafening cheer.

That was the noise Clementine had heard. Cheering. People were cheering. They were watching them debate who killed Trixie. Just... watching. Smiling. Laughing. Yelling.

"... ..."

"Come on, everyone!" Monokuma yelled, his voice booming across the stands. "Aren't we excited?"

"... .. ......"

"Everyone, what do we love?!"

The audience let out a roar in response.

".... .. .. wh ... a..."

"FANDOMRONPA!!!"

"... ... .. . .. w .. ha... t....?"

"That's right!" Monokuma pointed a paw at Clementine. "Don't you get it now? Entertainment. That's what Fandomronpa is all about!"​

 

[GamblingGoblins]

Marie - Ultimate Decapitator​

"H... H-huh?"

She had admittedly struggled to keep up with what Clementine and the bear were talking about, but a quiet expression of budding confusion escaped her as the room began to buzz with strange, distant noises. Once the walls and ceiling began to retract, however, it bloomed into full-blown shock. "A-aiyaaaaa!" A terrified squeal escaped her as she dropped down behind her podium, covering herself with her arms. Even once the transformation completed, she remained cowering, completely and utterly overwhelmed. She'd thought the group of thirty was loud, but this was on a whole new level. And beyond that, she'd never seen anything so big or crowded as this place.

...

It was, uh, pretty likely she wouldn't be contributing anything else from here on out.

 

[LuckycoolHawk9]

Stiles " Ultimate Sarcasm" Stilinski

Seeing the audience made Stiles mind race in a million different directions. This was like the world's most fucked up television program. There were people watching them. " What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck?" He asked no one in particular. Internally he thought, What the fuck is wrong with these people that they want to watch people murder each other and go on trial?

Zenterfold @EEEEEveryone

 

[HanikamuKitten]

Cater Diamond​

Trial Room
Zenterfold GamblingGoblins @literallyeveryone​

Back and forths were had, and Cater simply observed. It didn’t feel like his place to interject. And then Claude was getting accused. What made them suspect Claude? He had only really spoken to him that first day, but he seemed like a genuine guy. Maybe even similar to Cater. In future trials would they suspect Cater?

His mind came to a halt.

Future trials. Had he really accepted it so easily? That they’d be stuck until the last few remain? Now he really wasn’t pay attention. His thoughts were just spiraling once again.

He looked across the circle to his friends to help ground himself once more, which helped, and he was tuning back in to the conversation again.

Claude was giving a mini monologue to prove his innocence, though his case wasn’t looking great. He didn’t really have solid evidence to prove it wasn’t him, but to be fair there also wasn’t a ton of solid proof it was him either. All-in-all, the group was still in the dark about who the killer was.

Then there was just silence for a bit. It seemed others had come to the same conclusion he did. They were stuck.

And then- the bear.

Monokuma and Clementine went back and forth, with not much room for others to butt in.

“You keep mentioning an audience. Viewers. Even making advertisements! Is that what's going on here, huh? You recording this? Who are you sending this to?! A bunch of rich guys in a bunker somewhere desperate for some entertainment at the end of the world or something?"

Death games were a big part of pop culture, it’s true. Although usually they were staged, not a reality TV show, nobody really got hurt. Clem did have a point, I mean mans literally did an ad read!

"No, silly. Way more than that."

What did he-

The ceiling parted and the walls came down. They were in a stadium, much like the spelldrive stadium at school, and the stands were FULL of people. The sounds all muffled as monokuma continued hyping up the audience. As an influencer, being on TV was like the ultimate goal. But this was NOT what he had in mind. He stumbled back a little before remembering he was on a raised platform. His hearing returned just in time to hear the crowd cheer:

"FANDOMRONPA!!!"

Fandom… what?

Cater watched Marie drop off her podium as he almost did, and he forced his body to move. He carefully jumped down from his before sprinting around the circle to Marie. All the while his mind was racing. They want to watch us kill each other? For fun? How deranged could these people be? There’s no way this is real. This must be some joke from Monokuma.

He reached Marie and knelt down next to her, simply putting a hand on her back to let her know he was there.

He shouted at the bear. A genuine shout of actual anger that was unheard of for him. Carefree was one of his descriptors. Hah. Not right now.

“Are you for real?!”

That was all he could manage. No clever joke at anything. Just shock.

 

[Icee]

Claude Von Riegan​

Ultimate Stratigist​

Zenterfold +Anyone​

​

Trial Room​

(Or Should it be STAGE at this Point?)​

No sooner could Claude fininish with his defense, Monokuma interrupted with an announcement that was only going to increase his emotional tensions. He found himself actually glaring T the bear though he didn't attempt to interrupt. He was getting tired of this guy. All of this was just some sick entertainment to him. It didn't matter that people's actual lives were at stake, that someone had actually died and they were searching for the culprit. And this fact was going to just be further etched into his head by the product of the morph.

The archer could only...stare. He had no words as he glanced at all the cheering people. They seemed to also be from an era he didn't recognize. Definately not people from his home. Or perhaps not even from ANY of their homes. All cheering like they were watching some crazy oerformance set out just for them. Not knowing, not caring that this was truly their lives. Their miserable situation was nothing more than a spectacle for this weird people to see. It...it was unlike anything he had ever imagined. More sick than anything he's ever witnessed. And he'd witnessed some sick things in his time. There was loterally no other words to describe their current situation.

...It was a living nightmare.

"N...no way....."

It was all he could muster up to say, his eyes wide with horror at the scene before them.

 

[Josh]

"I knew I should have changed out of my work out clothing."
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[Xeppy]

Pinkie Pie
Takumi98 lunar_moth Capri Josh Zenterfold + anyone

Trial Room // Stadium Room?

Pinkie had usually always been one who went with her heart instead of her mind, so when Claude used his true personality and feelings in what he said, he had Pinkie persuaded. In Pinkie's ears, the man sounded truthfully genuine. He didn't sound like he was lying right now! He sounded innocent! Who was Pinkie to think that this person could do a horrible thing to Trixie? What really got to her, though, was when Claude seemed to read her mind and talk about his Ultimate Strategist title. This was one of the major points that Pinkie was thinking about for him being guilty, so when he shot that down, she nodded at him. Someone who tried to find peaceful solutions, as he said, would most likely not have done the terrible act to Trixie. Even if others didn't believe what he was saying, or even if he was straight-up manipulating, he got Pinkie to his viewpoint. Well, at least for now.

"I-"

Monokuma didn't seem to want Pinkie to point out her belief to Claude, though, as he quickly joined in the conversation with how he was so pleased with them arguing with one another. Pinkie quietly listened to him fearfully, but then looked at Clementine in awe. Pinkie still couldn't understand what gave the girl courage to speak to their perpetrator- or at least, the representation of their perpetrators- like that! How large was her courage, to talk in this trial and talk to Monokuma like that? Her amazement was cut short, though, when Monokuma brought up words that made no sense to her. Show? Audience? Pinkie didn't think they were putting on a school play, or a rock concert. What was he talking about? What show? What audience?

She was quickly answered when suddenly the walls and roof gave way, showing that their "trial room" was in a huge stadium. She looked all over the huge area, filled with thousands of people. The thing that caught her eye, though, was one of the monitors on the wall. She could see herself in it, staring right at it. Could the people here... see where they were the entire time? Even though people around her were surprised or bewildered, Pinkie ignored it all, trying to add it in her head. The smiles... the cheers... the laughs... the entertainment Monokuma was talking about... it all made sense...

"This is all fake!"

BOING!

Pinkie, now coming to the false realization that everything they were going through was "fake", had her face brighten up and her hair pop out in curls. It made sense why all this terrible stuff was happening to them! She looked at Atsushi, Sophie, Wanda, and Usagi in glee, not knowing the monstrous things that could truly happen in this world. Seeing all these smiles and laughs... she just knew that it was all for a good reason, as that was the only thing smiles and laughs would be there for!

"If this was all real, then these people would have helped us! They would have called the police! They would have butted in! They would have done anything besides sit there! They wouldn't be cheering for us if what happened to Trixie was real!" She looked at all the people in the crowd, and not realizing that this was all wrong, started waving to them from her podium, even though everyone else was hopping on down. "That body was probably fake!! This was probably all some big prank!! Think about what Monokuma said!" She pointed at him, now filled with delight instead of fear, still waving to the people. "'Fandomronpa', whatever that is, is for entertainment! And pranks are for entertainment!! It! All! Makes! SENSE! This is probably a PRANK SHOW!" As said before, Pinkie would use her heart before her brain.​

 

[Capri]

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"Wh-what?" Sophie stammers. She shakes, trying to cover her ears, curling into a ball. This has to be a joke! This has to be! No way is this real!

"P-please... g-get me out of here!"​

 

[Ghost_Candy]

Menma's brows furrowed again, her fingers gripping the podium so hard her knuckles were going white; she went to snap at her peers out of frustration of nothing getting done when the stupid bear started his blabbering.

Before she knew it, the room gave way- revealing a stadium?

This can't be real.



She whined before crouching under her podium, covering her ears.

People were watching them like they were animals in a zoo- did they watch everything? Her getting blown up, her changing? What the fuck was going on.

"God, what the fuck."


Zenterfold @ Everyone else​

 

[themagnoliaofutah]

Zenterfold and others

As the bear prattled on, Louise's heart sunk, as she slowly tilted her head up to watch the audience, green eyes wide, glassy like a corpses. Of course. How could she have thought otherwise? Even this odd place, away from the manor - it was all a show. He'd never let her go, even for a second.

She was the co-star, after all. He must be hiding behind the smoke and mirrors, the damn bear-thing - even teasing her about being so quiet. The Actor, turned director of his own reality to toy with. Pulling others into it - people just similar enough to former friends to stir up painful memories.

Even Trials, of all things - playing into who she once was. Still staring at the audience, she posed a question to Monokuma.
"...funny, I thought there'd be a defined hero in all of this. That's... what you want, right? The attention - you feed off of it. Show us your face. It'd be rude not to." Her voice was soft, polite.

 

[lunar_moth]

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　♡ ♡ ♡　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧




“FANDOMRONPA!!!!!!”​

…

…

…



“E-eh????”



Usagi’s once-hazy gaze lifts and her head whips back and forth fro- from the—



the… cheering crowd of people, surrounding the- stadium.



The stadium. Of people. Watching them all.



Usagi’s convinced that the sound of her brain rapidly screeching to a halt must be audible. Somehow she puts together an exclamation of sorts.



“Oh! So it… is a joke? Ehehe, it’s just like those prank shows I watch with Rei and Minako at home—! I get it,” Usagi says, but her voice is strained. Nothing makes sense, still. It feels like the truth’s been revealed but it’s in another language she can’t decipher. “Haha, I always thought those shows were kind of mean, but I- I guess it’s pretty funny to be the one on the receiving end, aha, ahahaha~??”



Nervous giggles bubble out of her.



“So does- snk, ehehe— do we still have to play the game if we know the trick now? Because, ehehe, because I wasn’t gonna say anything, I was too nervous, ayaaa, but if it’s part of the game, I think it’s Claude!” Usagi points a finger in Claude’s direction, following through with a little flourish. She still feels a little loopy since the reveal. Is this how it’s supposed to feel for the people on the prank shows? She’s not sure she likes it. Her hands have a little tremble to them.



“It’s just— he was one of the first suspects, right? And I know he’s really confident in himself, but I mean, does he have a real alibi yet?” She lifts a hand to her mouth to cover a laugh but it spills out anyways. “Sorry, Claude! Ahaha, it’s just part of the game, you know?”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　 Icee @/Everyone sorry lol im not tagging everyone 　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧​

 

[Takumi98]

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Monokuma let out a raucous cheer. "Huzzah! This is what we're looking for! Puhuhu! Go ahead, throw those punches. Throw out blame. Point fingers! That is what a trial is about, baby!" The bear stood on his chair and raised his paws into the air. "Get the audience's blood pumping! A trial's more fun the more paranoid you are! The more chaos you bring, the tastier it all gets. Come on, smile wide. Gnash those teeth. I wanna get a good closeup whether you're filled with hope or despair!"

Clementine was trying to ignore the bear best she could, but she thought she heard a strange noise following his little spiel. Was it a rumbling? Yelling? It sounded distant but close.

...

"Do you ever shut up?" Clementine asked, turning on him. "You're really enjoying this, huh? No one here wants to be doing this! This is so... it's fucking crazy, asshole!"

"Huuuuh?" Monokuma tilted his head at the girl. "Come on, the people love it! Don't you want to put on a good show? I'm just trying to tell you what plays well to the audience. They're still trying to figure you out, you know."

"Audience?" Clementine grit her teeth. She was so tired of this asshole already. "You keep mentioning an audience. Viewers. Even making advertisements! Is that what's going on here, huh? You recording this? Who are you sending this to?! A bunch of rich guys in a bunker somewhere desperate for some entertainment at the end of the world or something?"

The bear let out a long, long laugh. "No, silly. Way more than that."



The walls of the trial room itself began to give way. The ceiling retracted, revealing that wherever they are was absolutely ginormous. As the walls were removed, it became clear where they actually were. Around the center ring of podiums was a space akin to the size of a stadium.

Yes, it looked just like a stadium... with thousands of people in the stands. Giant monitors affixed on all sides of the stadium showed close-up views of the trial ring, as well as footage of the participants as they debated.

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"It's the live audience!"

The stands were filled. They somehow were loving the sight of people standing in a circle yelling at each other. They let out a loud, deafening cheer.

That was the noise Clementine had heard. Cheering. People were cheering. They were watching them debate who killed Trixie. Just... watching. Smiling. Laughing. Yelling.

"... ..."

"Come on, everyone!" Monokuma yelled, his voice booming across the stands. "Aren't we excited?"

"... .. ......"

"Everyone, what do we love?!"

The audience let out a roar in response.

".... .. .. wh ... a..."

"FANDOMRONPA!!!"

"... ... .. . .. w .. ha... t....?"

"That's right!" Monokuma pointed a paw at Clementine. "Don't you get it now? Entertainment. That's what Fandomronpa is all about!"

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Around the same time Clementine had heard the noise, Atsushi's brow furrowed as he heard it as well, but before he could even try to place it the walls and ceiling came apart after Clementine's back and forth with the annoying bear.

'What the hell?' was his only coherent thought at this time.

It was loud, and Atsushi almost covered his ears from the sudden increase of noise if he hadn't froze momentarily.

SOPHIE WALTEN
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"Wh-what?" Sophie stammers. She shakes, trying to cover her ears, curling into a ball. This has to be a joke! This has to be! No way is this real!

"P-please... g-get me out of here!"​

Pinkie Pie
Takumi98 lunar_moth Capri Josh Zenterfold + anyone

Trial Room // Stadium Room?

Pinkie had usually always been one who went with her heart instead of her mind, so when Claude used his true personality and feelings in what he said, he had Pinkie persuaded. In Pinkie's ears, the man sounded truthfully genuine. He didn't sound like he was lying right now! He sounded innocent! Who was Pinkie to think that this person could do a horrible thing to Trixie? What really got to her, though, was when Claude seemed to read her mind and talk about his Ultimate Strategist title. This was one of the major points that Pinkie was thinking about for him being guilty, so when he shot that down, she nodded at him. Someone who tried to find peaceful solutions, as he said, would most likely not have done the terrible act to Trixie. Even if others didn't believe what he was saying, or even if he was straight-up manipulating, he got Pinkie to his viewpoint. Well, at least for now.

"I-"

Monokuma didn't seem to want Pinkie to point out her belief to Claude, though, as he quickly joined in the conversation with how he was so pleased with them arguing with one another. Pinkie quietly listened to him fearfully, but then looked at Clementine in awe. Pinkie still couldn't understand what gave the girl courage to speak to their perpetrator- or at least, the representation of their perpetrators- like that! How large was her courage, to talk in this trial and talk to Monokuma like that? Her amazement was cut short, though, when Monokuma brought up words that made no sense to her. Show? Audience? Pinkie didn't think they were putting on a school play, or a rock concert. What was he talking about? What show? What audience?

She was quickly answered when suddenly the walls and roof gave way, showing that their "trial room" was in a huge stadium. She looked all over the huge area, filled with thousands of people. The thing that caught her eye, though, was one of the monitors on the wall. She could see herself in it, staring right at it. Could the people here... see where they were the entire time? Even though people around her were surprised or bewildered, Pinkie ignored it all, trying to add it in her head. The smiles... the cheers... the laughs... the entertainment Monokuma was talking about... it all made sense...

"This is all fake!"

BOING!

Pinkie, now coming to the false realization that everything they were going through was "fake", had her face brighten up and her hair pop out in curls. It made sense why all this terrible stuff was happening to them! She looked at Atsushi, Sophie, Wanda, and Usagi in glee, not knowing the monstrous things that could truly happen in this world. Seeing all these smiles and laughs... she just knew that it was all for a good reason, as that was the only thing smiles and laughs would be there for!

"If this was all real, then these people would have helped us! They would have called the police! They would have butted in! They would have done anything besides sit there! They wouldn't be cheering for us if what happened to Trixie was real!" She looked at all the people in the crowd, and not realizing that this was all wrong, started waving to them from her podium, even though everyone else was hopping on down. "That body was probably fake!! This was probably all some big prank!! Think about what Monokuma said!" She pointed at him, now filled with delight instead of fear, still waving to the people. "'Fandomronpa', whatever that is, is for entertainment! And pranks are for entertainment!! It! All! Makes! SENSE! This is probably a PRANK SHOW!" As said before, Pinkie would use her heart before her brain.​

Biting the inside of his cheek until he tasted blood for a moment, his gaze landed on Sophie as she ducked down to try and hide in a panic, then to Pinkie Pie as she quickly went into denial about their situation. Here, he shook his head at her.

How would he even begin to explain that these people likely were just fucked up in the head? That if they were going to call the police they would of done so already? That a prank show didn't make sense?

He never seen a prank show, but even with little to no frame of reference he didn't like this one bit.

"..."

His face went blank as he simply let this all process at it's own pace.

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[LuckycoolHawk9]

Stiles “Ultimate Sarcasm” Stilinski

Stiles, after having his meltdown, would suddenly have an idea. He would look out into the audience and see if there were any audience members who looked like Trixie fans and see if they were glaring at anyone.

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[Zenterfold]

Clementine had nothing for this revelation. It was so far beyond anything she could have imagined. None of this made sense. Her lingering thoughts on the murder tumbled out of her head as she leaned against the podium and dropped her head. She could not even think to look anyone in the eye.

Monokuma raised his arms and the audience reigned in a bit of their excitement. It was undeniably loud, but not loud enough to drown anyone in the center out. Whether that was coincidental or something invisible was blocking the full brunt of the sound was not entirely clear.

The audience itself was filled with people of all ages and races and genders, though not a single one would be recognizable to anyone in the center. None seemed to be holding any signs or show allegiance to any player in particular. If any had favorites, they weren't showing it yet.

"It's our live audience episode," Monokuma said. "They are just as much in the dark as you are! They are really excited for who is voted for... because that's probably the most exciting part!" He looked then to Louise, who made him shrug. "Um, this is my face. A beary good face if you ask me. Aren't I adorable?"

The audience agreed. Monokuma was adorable.

"W-Wait..." Clementine's voice was strained. She was still looking straight down. "Is Pinkie right...? Was Marie right...? It's just a game? You'll let us go... if we finish the game?"

Monokuma grinned and his eye glowed blood-red. "It's a game, all right. A killing game. But, what do you mean? Do you think that girl is secretly hiding backstage? Well, you do always have to expect the unexpected on reality TV, but just this once, I will make it abundantly clear: There is no twist this time. The Ultimate Magician is dead. She was killed by one of you. And the killer will win if you pick the wrong person. But what is losing? Well, this is a killing game, so traditionally..."

The audience went quiet. They waited on Monokuma's next words with silent excitement.

"... the losers will die. Execution. If you vote for the wrong person, every single one of you will die. And if you vote for the right one... they will die. That's the killing game!"

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[Charles Babel]

Clementine had nothing for this revelation. It was so far beyond anything she could have imagined. None of this made sense. Her lingering thoughts on the murder tumbled out of her head as she leaned against the podium and dropped her head. She could not even think to look anyone in the eye.

Monokuma raised his arms and the audience reigned in a bit of their excitement. It was undeniably loud, but not loud enough to drown anyone in the center out. Whether that was coincidental or something invisible was blocking the full brunt of the sound was not entirely clear.

The audience itself was filled with people of all ages and races and genders, though not a single one would be recognizable to anyone in the center. None seemed to be holding any signs or show allegiance to any player in particular. If any had favorites, they weren't showing it yet.

"It's our live audience episode," Monokuma said. "They are just as much in the dark as you are! They are really excited for who is voted for... because that's probably the most exciting part!" He looked then to Louise, who made him shrug. "Um, this is my face. A beary good face if you ask me. Aren't I adorable?"

The audience agreed. Monokuma was adorable.

"W-Wait..." Clementine's voice was strained. She was still looking straight down. "Is Pinkie right...? Was Marie right...? It's just a game? You'll let us go... if we finish the game?"

Monokuma grinned and his eye glowed blood-red. "It's a game, all right. A killing game. But, what do you mean? Do you think that girl is secretly hiding backstage? Well, you do always have to expect the unexpected on reality TV, but just this once, I will make it abundantly clear: There is no twist this time. The Ultimate Magician is dead. She was killed by one of you. And the killer will win if you pick the wrong person. But what is losing? Well, this is a killing game, so traditionally..."

The audience went quiet. They waited on Monokuma's next words with silent excitement.

"... the losers will die. Execution. If you vote for the wrong person, every single one of you will die. And if you vote for the right one... they will die. That's the killing game!"

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"Imagine someone was dumb enough to actually play the game from the start," Sera quipped. "Like seriously. Instead of trying to figure out the deal with this bear someone just starts eating up his shite and calls it chocolate?" As far as the audience goes. Sera would give that a seven out of ten. "So we figured this out yet? Or should I just lay down and wait for the knife?"

 

[Icee]

Claude Von Riegan​

Ultimate Stratigist​

Zenterfold +Anyone​

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Trial Room/Stage Area​

Claude listened to Monokuma's words. He figured this was the work of someone or something sick in the head but he never expected it to be this harsh. Never expected this to quite literally be some reality TV show, yet they suffered very real consequences. What was worse was the fact that their lives were now going to ride on their votes. Every trial, their lives would be on the line. Not just the killer's or future victims, but EVERYONE'S LIVES. If they made a wrong move, they'd all die. He couldn't help but think of the war days. How they always had to tread with caution and figbt every fight as hard as they could or they woukd all die and everything be for naught. But even still, those fights were never for entertainment. They were never for some show. They were fights for their future. There was no third party out trying to make a display of it. Of their lives.
As if the Ultimate Stratigist didn't like Monokuma before, he definately dispised him now. He didn't say a word, his arms crossed tightly over his chest, just...glaring now. He couldn't find himself the will to speak. Afterall, all the fingers were pointed at him. Was...he really going to be the first one executed? But he didn't kill Trixie. That he knew. He hadn't given up on their cause. He hadn't given up on trying to save everyone. He didn't want to kill. Not when there had still been some hope. And he especially wouldn't brutally kill a young girl like Trixie. Even if she didn't socialize much. And if he was the first one executed and he's found to not be the Blackened, then so too does everyone die. It truly was a game of lofe and death and right now Claude feared he was going to end up dead either way in this case...

 

[Charles Babel]

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Claude Von Riegan​

Ultimate Stratigist​

Zenterfold Ghost_Candy Xeppy +Anyone​

Claude was finding it difficult to stay calm in the situation. Here he was, trying to throw theroies out there like everyone else and yet, the fingers were being pointed at him. Had he come off as that type of person to them? Had he really come off as the type to comitt the first murder? To do something like kill in cold blood? Even though in every interaction he has had, he has trief to show how he was out to save everyone, to find a way out with the others. Sure he didn't have anyone who coukd vouch for his alibi the past day. This was the exact reason he was hesitant to reveal it. But if it somehow proved his innocence...
"Fine. But my alibi probably won't help much. I'll admit, I've made myself look suspicious due to not checking in with people. But I wanted to draw as little attention to myself as I could. I haven't given up on a way out. I haven't given up on thinking there were things in here we might be overlooking." he started. "I was searching for any other information on this place. Any other exits we could find. Documents. Anything we might be able to use to our advantage. I thought the main places to find things of interest might be the Gift Shop or Daycare Center. I know none of it clears my name. It might even make me more suspicious. But I didn't kill Trixie. Why would I? I know in a trial, a character argument is hardly a defense but I still feel the need to say it anyway. Even when I fought a whole war in my world, I still was hesitant to kill. I only killed when there was no other options. I even tried just to incapacitate others if I could. And that was during a war. I may be the Ultimate Stratigist but I use that to try and find peaceful solutions and paths forward. And...silly pranks. But that's beside the point. I still think hearing testimonies from Menma and Sera are imoortant, because their names were involved in the swaps."
He fell silent after that. For a rare time, emotions were stopping him from being able to continue to think rationally. The continued accusations kind of hurt. He decided to just stay silent for now. He was a bit nervous that if he continued to give input that people may just continue to point the finger on him. Or worse, they get lead to a false conclusion. He knows he didn't kill Trixie. Even if things pointed in that direction. The killer was trying to frame him. Judging by Menma's extereme reaction, he was wondering if she was innocent as well. In that case...then the only other was Sera. However, he still wasn't quite ready to rule Menma out.

"Wazzat?" Sera replied in a delayed reply. This person seemed to like talking a lot too. "You think I killed...whoever it was?" A beat. "Sorry I haven't really been paying attention. Why do you think I did it again? Oh, you're talking about those things we got? I haven't touched mine since we got them because they're stupid and dumb and I don't know how they work so they can eat a bag of dicks...possibly two."

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[Capri]

SOPHIE WALTEN
Zenterfold Xeppy Charles Babel @EveryoneElse

Sophie shook, her eyes blank as they scanned the crowd. All faces, ages, all cheering, all chanting, all laughing.

It's all sick. It’s so fucking sick. If all she is is a puppet what's the point of living? If there is a 30 out of 31 chance she'd die, then why fight for the one who would let her live?

You aren't really giving up on me?

Sophie stopped. Looking around, shakily. She swore she heard Jenny's voice.

C'mon, get up. Fight on. You're the Ultimate Survivor, not the Ultimate Person Who Dies.

It wasn't Jenny, it wasn't even her voice. It was herself. It was her own mind. Sophie doesn't want to die. She looked at Pinkie, whatever reaction she was having. Sophie knew… she knew… she wanted to live for her, she wanted to live for Jenny.

She wanted to live.

Sophie got to her feet. She turned to the podium, newfound vigor in her eyes. She wants to live. She wants to get out. She wants to survive. She wants to live.

"There's still time…" Sophie said, "There's still time… to find out who killed Trixie. We still don't know where Sera was last night. Claude's still the most likely to have killed her… but… Sera your name's still on the chopping block,"

Sophie began to hyperventilate, clutching onto her podium, "I want to live… I want to go home… and there's no way home unless we find Trixie… I think,"

Sophie pointed at Monokuma, "We will escape… We will. And… Once we do… I… I…"

All of this was getting to Sophie. The roar of the crowd, her own desire to live. She knows she's fighting and uphill battle, and it's getting to her. She collapses on the podium, weeping.​

 

[Zenterfold]

Clementine - Trial Stage

Clementine finally looked up. She felt herself shudder. She could see now why some were refusing to believe this was real, for she too was beginning to feel like she had lost her grip on reality. For all she knew, perhaps she really was gone. Maybe she was dying.

But regardless, if even a bit of what the bear said was true, then they could not give up. They absolutely could not. She was absolutely not dying here, no matter what.

"I..."

She shook her head. Her voice was weak. She was finding it hard to keep the same energy she had moment before reality came crashing down around her. She thought about the murder. The partner switching could have been something to throw them off, just like the blood trail. But if so, why not change more names?

Because... "... If multiple names were changed around, it would be far more obvious that things were changed. I think whoever switched the partners around wanted it to go under the radar. And I think for someone to do that, they would have needed to have some kind of awareness of our group. I don't think Trixie changed the names, because who did she hang out with beyond her roommate and the priest? No one."

Groaning slightly, Clementine pressed her hand against her forehead. Her grim hunch from before was coming back to her. "I can confirm that Sera is probably telling the truth. I'm her roommate and I noticed she hasn't looked at her tablet once while I was around."

"Guys... if Trixie attacked first, it fucking sucked. No one else here is wounded, so she wasn't even able to hurt who she attacked. And they were strong enough to retaliate and kill her in one blow. That... narrows it..."
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[Icee]

Claude Von Riegan​

Ultimate Stratigist​

Zenterfold +Anyone​

​

Trial Stage​

Claude took a moment to gather himself. Regardless of their circumstances, they still had a trial to get through. They still had evidence to sort out. He listened to Clementine as she got back to discussion, doing his best to just ignore the fans in the stands. This was serious. Regardless of the entertainment, their lives were truly on the line either way. They needed to get through this discussion. He took a shaky breath. It was hard for him to even get his voice out right now. Everything was lining up as if he were the killer. But he didn't. He COULDN'T. He knows he never killed Trixie. And yet...
"Right. She did die to a single wound. That much we can confirm with looking at her body." he started. "Someone had to be strong to do that in one blow. But also skilled enlugh to know which angle to hit to kill her. Still, I am wondering if someone didn't use something from the sporting goods store to kill her. There was blood leading to the place afterall. And I don't thing just banging someone against a coffee machine would have been enough. She would have struggled, right? Unless she was knocked out first, by something else."

 

[Charles Babel]

SOPHIE WALTEN
Zenterfold Xeppy Charles Babel @EveryoneElse

Sophie shook, her eyes blank as they scanned the crowd. All faces, ages, all cheering, all chanting, all laughing.

It's all sick. It’s so fucking sick. If all she is is a puppet what's the point of living? If there is a 30 out of 31 chance she'd die, then why fight for the one who would let her live?

You aren't really giving up on me?

Sophie stopped. Looking around, shakily. She swore she heard Jenny's voice.

C'mon, get up. Fight on. You're the Ultimate Survivor, not the Ultimate Person Who Dies.

It wasn't Jenny, it wasn't even her voice. It was herself. It was her own mind. Sophie doesn't want to die. She looked at Pinkie, whatever reaction she was having. Sophie knew… she knew… she wanted to live for her, she wanted to live for Jenny.

She wanted to live.

Sophie got to her feet. She turned to the podium, newfound vigor in her eyes. She wants to live. She wants to get out. She wants to survive. She wants to live.

"There's still time…" Sophie said, "There's still time… to find out who killed Trixie. We still don't know where Sera was last night. Claude's still the most likely to have killed her… but… Sera your name's still on the chopping block,"

Sophie began to hyperventilate, clutching onto her podium, "I want to live… I want to go home… and there's no way home unless we find Trixie… I think,"

Sophie pointed at Monokuma, "We will escape… We will. And… Once we do… I… I…"

All of this was getting to Sophie. The roar of the crowd, her own desire to live. She knows she's fighting and uphill battle, and it's getting to her. She collapses on the podium, weeping.​

Was this girl serious right now? "What a load of bullshite. 'Oh let's blame Sera because my heads so far up my own ass'. You're just grasping at straws an- hey. Hey! Stop crying! Don't fucking start throwing accusations around if you're gonna fall down like a sack of potatoes." She looked over to Kotomine with a 'can you believe this bitch?' expression. Sera didn't like the priest, but he seemed to be the only one here who told it how it was.

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[HanikamuKitten]

Cater Diamond​

Stadium?
Zenterfold GamblingGoblins @literallyeveryone​

He took his hand off Marie to help clear his head and stood up as Monokuma started explaining more about the trial.

"... the losers will die. Execution. If you vote for the wrong person, every single one of you will die. And if you vote for the right one... they will die. That's the killing game!"

So either way, they were condemning their friends to death.

“That’s BS!”

He turned his attention to the crowd specifically. His anger was almost scary at this point.

“Why?! Why are you allowing this? Why is this entertainment for you? Do you think it’s FUNNY?! This isn’t entertainment. This is real life for us!”

Some of the others had already started talking about the case again, but he wasn’t done. He turned back toward Monokuma.

“Well what if I refuse to play the game? What if we all just stay here with each other?”

He didn’t think it would work obviously. He’d just say that they had to or die probably. But he wasn’t thinking. He was so full of anger and confusion.