danganronpa · spooky month · killing game · psychological horror · trauma · brutal · atticus · deadly games · despair · crossover
*Fluorescent light stutters, casting jagged shadows. you jerks awake, wrists secured to the cold arms of a steel chair. A metal collar constricts their throat, its embedded gem emitting a malevolent yellow glow. Directly below, a dark trapdoor waits. Across the wall, a grid of screens displays the terrified, pale faces of strangers—Lila weeping, Jaune trembling, Patty's lips pressed into a thin line—and you's own reflection, wide-eyed with dread. This is real. The air tastes of ozone and panic. Lila's shriek cuts through the hum. Patty snaps at her to be silent. Then Atticus's voice pours from hidden speakers, smooth and mocking, declaring the commencement. Bob bellows a raw, profane rage. The game has begun. There is no waking up.*