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NATSUSUKI FELT HORRIBLE.  Monokuma gave them a motive to kill. And it was... a motive that'd get under their skin. So... they'd lost their memories...? Then, what did happen to their lives?

What did they do?

Mom... Dad... his little sister... his crush... what happened to them?

And what was weighing on Natsusuki's mind was the... negative part. Would someone break under pressure, and kill someone? Would someone... would someone kill Natsusuki?

Oh god... This was horrible. So very horrible...

Natsusuki lays in his soft bed. Starring at his cabin's roof. He stares at the little glow in the dark stars on there. Was this the real life? Or was this just fantasy? Caught in a landslide.... he was genuinely confused. 

He hoped someone wouldn't kill him. While he didn't know from personal experience, dying kinda sucked. Well, it really fuckin' sucked.

Natsusuki decides to go to bed. It was, what, 4 a.m. now? Hell, was it even 6 a.m.? He kinda hoped not. He already got bad sleep last night.

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WHEN NATSUSUKI WHEN HE GOT TO THE MESS HALL, HE KNEW SOMETHING WAS UP. He notices how everyone was... uncomfortable looking. Like they all collectively saw something horrible, like a ghost or a... never mind. 

"Ah!" Kyojin, the naive prince, gasps as he notices the punk. "Natsusuki-san! You're here!" He states.

"Heya, Kyojin. Is something wrong...?" Natsusuki asks, glancing around the messy place. Did something happened...?

Kesshite faces grimaces. "Someone isn't here." She says, sadly.

"Y-yeah. Furaidopoteto and Hotei aren't here! And that makes Rok-ki VERY sad!" Roka-ki says, disappointment heavy in her high pitched voice. She wasn't wearing her yellow jacket, and she was standing very close to her friend, Nanamiki.

Nanamiki herself was wearing her normal blue jumper and white button down, with a red ribbon. She also was wearing her black thigh highs and white trainers. Natsusuki had to admit, she was pretty cute. He wonders what her cosplays look like.

Kyojin gave a sigh. "I worry for both of them! Igi-kun is are team leader pretty much, and Miki-san is our friend! I hope they are alright..." The blue haired prince states, a sad smile on his pale face. Kyojin was very... sweet.

"Should we check their cabins? Maybe kawaii Miki is lazy AF and sensei Igi is suuuuuper tired!" Kesshite theorizes, putting her pale hands to her head. She was actually really smart, that's what Natsusuki notes.

"Agreed! Roka-ki agrees with you!" The electrician blurts, holding Nanamiki's hand. 

Kyojin seems to go from uneasy to okay, that's a good idea at the drop of a dime. "Yes! We should go in groups to check their cabins. How about Me, Kesshite-san, and Roka-ki-san go to Miki-san cabin, and Natsusuki-kun, Nanamiki-san, and Nekuta-san goes to Igi-kun cabin!" He says cheerily, clapping his pale hands together.

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THERE WAS NO ONE IN IGI'S CABIN. Well, if you exclude Nanamiki, Nekuta, and Natsusuki. It was lacking of the chubby judge. Oh... okay. Could Igi be hanging with Miki? While their cabins were very far away, they could do it. But heck, Natsusuki was very surprised that they were friends. It was also weird that the door was cracked  open a little bit. Almost like he let someone in.

"I'm very confused right now, were could Igi be?" Nekuta asks, looking directly at the neat room. It looks a little... vandalized. The judges pillows were slightly askew, and his bedside table was... dirty looking. Like, his papers were messily stacked. Some pen ink covered it.

Weird.

Nanamiki looks around at the paper, since she was by it. She looks at it with such intensity. Was she trying to read them...? Well, that was simple impossible! It was covered in ink by now...

"Man, Natsusuki, what happened here...? Do you think Igi's okay...?" Nekuta asks the blue haired boy. "I hope he's okay. We didn't know each other for long but..." She continues, her demeanor oozing of negative thoughts.

Honestly, where was the ultimate judge...? Natsusuki hoped the chubby boy was okay.

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♕♕♕♕♕♕Kyojin Yasei♕♕♕♕♕♕ 

KYOJIN WAS WORRIED ABOUT HIS MIKI-SAN AND IGI-KUN SAFETY. Kyojin didn't like to admit, but he was a bit more worried about Miki-san than Igi-kun. However, he was still really, really, really worried. Miki-san was quite adorable, as well.

So, was she...?

Lord, it was only morning since the bears announcement  and...

Nevermind.

He, Denki-san, and Kesshite-san were investigating (or, walking to her cabin, which was funnily enough was near by the store), he and his friends... heard noises. Well, yelling.

"Ugh, you dumb piece of shit! Making peace and all that isn't going to change the situation we're, dipshit!"

"Now, Mikikiko-san, does that show your age or your maturity?"

Ah! They're both okay! And also having an... argument? Oh lord! That's extremely despairing!

Denki-san grumbles in annoyance, her blonde buns shriveling in anger. Of course, she made a mad dash towards the cabin. Of course, she also threw of her jacket, revealing her... weird t-shirt with a smiling... cat with red-ish cheeks ...? People who weren't from Nadezhda were... quite weird.

It was also quite weird being alone with Kesshite-san as well. She was... an interesting girl.

"Is being a prince fun?" The gray haired girl asks, with... was that a note book? Weird...

"I suppose, Kesshite-san. I never faced the normalcy of the typical persons life, really! I hope my new life at Hopes Peak may give that!" The prince smiled at her, answering her. She scribbled down something in her notebook.

"Favorite food? Sorry, but this is become an official Asesino-chan interview as we wait!" She squeaks.

An interview? " I quite like Okroshka*, Kesshite-san." He responds looking at her. Why an interview at this point...?

"Now, what's your favorite-" Before she can finish, Denki-san dashed out, pulling Igi-kun and Miki-san out of the cabin.

"Roka-ki-san got Miki and Igi!" The blonde yells, angry. "They were fighting apparently since 12 o' clock!" She yells.

Oh goodness...

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AFTER AWHILE, NATSUSUKI HAD RETURNED TO THE MESS HALL. He was surprised to see Igi and Miki there... and alive, too. He noted that Igi had a slap mark on his cheek.

"Miki and Igi were fighting!" Denki squeaked angrily.

Fighting? Dear God...

"He was acting like an idiot. As per usual of idealistic teenagers who think someone won't kill another person. I decided to call him to my cabin, to have a nice conversation about how stupid he was." Miki said, visibly looking pissed off as hell. "I don't know why I'm being reprimanded, he was the one who began it."

"You slapped me just an minute ago!" Igi barked back. " So Mrs. Roka-ki has every right to discipline you!"

"You deserved, you baka!" Nanamiki blurted, "Yelling at a pretty shojo like Miki-chan..." She gritted her teeth.

  This was going to be quite a long breakfast...  

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MIKI WAS DONE WITH TODAY. Not only did she not get any sleep because of a certain judge, but she had to deal with the annoying Nanamiki, and the (obviously crushing on her) Kyojin. Nanamiki was unbearable, constantly saying 'kawaii this' or 'kawaii that'.

Kyojin? Kyojin was... bearable. He was nice, definitely. But awkwardly flirty.

So Miki was quite elated to FINALLY be at her cabin. To sleep finally. To not deal with a flirty foreigner, an annoying anime fan, and finally Igi. Oh Igi... Igi made her blood boil in rage. Such an idealistic idiot. How could a judge be like that? They dealt with the scum of the world!

She flopped on her bed, her yellow sailor dress wrinkling. God, this was hellish. Just like her old job, where she got her talent. Unlike what it seemed, she hated being the Ultimate Minimum Wage Worker. Dealing with people was not her forte.

So, she could finally do what she liked. Reading. 

Miki didn't care weather it was a cheesy romance novel, a horror story, or something in between. She enjoyed it! Every last bit of it. Especially old fairy tales... not that she was idealistic or anything, but it reminded her of her childhood. When her mom was around, reading her storied such as Cinderella or 1001 Arabian Nights. 

Ah, and it would help in her current predicament right now. To ease her mind after that mind numbing argument with that asshole... so, she got up to her newly acquired bookshelf. 

She cracked open the book on her shelf, the one called "The Princess That Never Smiled by Alexander Afanasyev*" She had never read a fairy tale by that name ever... interesting, the camp's library she had raided had given her a new experience!

 There was once a princess who never smiled or laughed. Her father promised that whoever made her smile could marry her, and many tried, but none succeeded.

Oh, it was one of those fairy tales... the one where the prince gets the girl, huh? She thought, as she laid down on her bed.

 Across the town, an honest worker worked hard for his master. At the end of the year, the master put a sack of money before him and told him to take as much as he wanted.

And that's the metaphorical prince. Maybe I should just sleep. Miki thought, laying the book in her lap. And she did just that.

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"IGI, OH MY GOD!"

Miki heard a scream, which woke her up. Was that the purplenette, Jinju? The girl with the soft colored dress, the attendant (code word for: salve). Miki got up, still feeling tired. She glanced at the digital clock on her bedside table.

1:00.

It was 1 a.m.? Oh god...

She walked over to her door, but was to late open, as Jinju did.

"You sick monster!" She shrieked, face inches away from the redhead. "How could you!?"

"How could I... " A yawn "How could I what?" She asked the attendant, glaring as she pushed her away.

"Are you lying through your teeth!? Igi's dead outside your cabin!"

"W-what?"

✨✨✨✨CULTURAL NOTES✨✨✨

*Okróshka (: окрошка) is a cold soup of Russian origin. The name probably originates from kroshit' (крошить), which means to crumble into small pieces.

*The Princess Who Never Smiled or The Unsmiling Tsarevna is a Russian fairy tale collected by in by Alexander Afanasyev in Narodnye russkie skazki.

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