Abuse warning!!

Where are you now?

Another dream?

The monster's running wild inside of me...

I'm faded

"The third floor is now open!" Monokuma announced as they met in the gym. "There's a Rec room, an art room, two storage rooms, physics lab, and classroom 3-A and 3-B. Oh, and also, if you win, you'll get one dream granted for you!"

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"I... I really thought Pauline was becoming a better person," Sarah sighed. "But I guess not..."

"She became a better person to 'frame' me," Rubi frowned. "What even? She just wanted to find more out about me to frame me..."

"Sarah, you're way too gullible," Birdo sniffed. "People don't just become nice all of a sudden."

"Yeah, we can see that with you," Rubi muttered. "But nothing's how it seemed before."

"I guess so..."

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"Ooh, Kaira, look!" Saiko rushed over excitedly to the art room. "Look at all these supplies! Saiko wonders what they all do! Maybe Saiko can draw her savior..."

"Well obviously they're for making artwork," Kaira replied. "But what's this do?"

Kaira held up an oil pastel, and Saiko shrugged.

"Only one way to find out!"

The two spent the whole day in the art room, laughing at their horrible drawings and commending their not so terrible ones. Tired, they collapsed onto the ground, and just stared at the ceiling.

"I think I'm dreaming or something," Kaira muttered. "I thought everything here was supposed to feel horrible? I'm having fun."

"Yeah," Saiko agreed. "What's up with that? Saiko doesn't feel sad."

"Everyone else does."

"How boring."

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"Hey, Peach," Mario went up to the blonde hesitantly. "How... how are you doing?"

"I'm fine," Peach responded hollowly, not really meaning it. "I'm okay."

"...why didn't you tell me?" Mario asked quietly. "I would've been supportive... and I would've got the hint. I mean, I do now, I just want to be your best friend now, but like..."

"I'm an heiress," Peach sighed. "Eventually everything of mine will be passed down through marriage. I had to keep it a secret..."

"I see," Mario nodded. "I really am sorry that she's gone now..."

"It's not like it's your fault... I just feel so lost without her. Like the world is gray and I'm slowly sinking into it. Everything used to be colorful, and now it's just..."

"I understand," Mario patted her back. "That's how I felt with Luigi. It'll get better... it will, I promise. Just... if you feel down, talk to me. We'll get through this together."

"Thanks," Peach managed a small smile in his direction. "It means a lot to me."

"I'm glad."

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People think time can heal wounds. They're right, sometimes.

Not in Waluigi's case.

Nothing was working.

He wanted his brother back.

I know he's done bad things, but I'd forgive him for everything... even if he killed me. Of course, I wouldn't be able to forgive him, but..

"Hey, are you alright Waluigi?" The blonde caretaker passed by, making sure he was okay.

"No."

"I see," Rosalina sat down next to him. "Waluigi...I know it's hard right now. It's going to get better, okay?"

"It's not," Waluigi frowned harshly, standing up. "My brother is gone. Nothings going to change."

Waluigi walked away, leaving Rosalina sitting there alone.

"Waluigi..."

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It was the middle of the night. A certain redhead was laying on her bed, playing with her katana when a knock on the door was heard.

"Who is it?" Kaira called out, readying her katana as she stood just in case.

"It's Saiko."

Kaira relaxed, sheathing her katana as she unlocked the door. The bluenette had bags under her eyes, and was playing with her hair. Kaira shut the door behind her as they sat on the bed.

"So," Kaira broke the silence. "Why are you here?"

"Saiko doesn't know," Saiko shrugged. "Saiko couldn't sleep. Saiko likes to talk to Kaira."

"I'm pretty sure I'm not the best conversation starter," Kaira laughed. "So, why do you like to talk to me, of all people?"

"You didn't mock me," Saiko said simply. "When I told you why I hated my name. When I told you I was meant to be sold. You make rational decisions and assumptions, I make dumb ones."

Kaira laughed darkly, her red eyes darkening slightly.

"You flatter me too much. I'm rather reckless."

"Saiko likes to talk to you because Saiko likes you," Saiko huffed. "Better?"

"Yeah, I'm sure."

Saiko laid her head on Kaira's shoulder, and immediately the redhead stiffened, her demeanor changing completely. Saiko noticed easily.

"S-sorry," Saiko mumbled, lifting her head off of her shoulder. "Saiko- um.."

"I'm sorry," Kaira muttered, her hand leaving her katana. "I-fuck. I'm sorry."

"Don't worry about it," Saiko sighed. "Saiko should remember her place."

"It's- it's not you," Kaira appeared slightly frustrated with herself. "It's... it's how I was raised. Physical contact makes me nervous."

"Is it okay if Saiko asks why?"

Kaira sucked in a deep breath, and Saiko shook her head.

"Kaira doesn't have to-"

"No, I should," Kaira exhaled, her red eyes appearing nervous. "I... my family was abusive. T-they... fuck. Fuck... f-fuck them!"

"It's okay," Saiko said. "Kaira doesn't have to tell Saiko. It's really none of Saiko's business-"

"You told me all your shit," Kaira closed her eyes, struggling to relive her past. "It's my turn."

"If you're sure..."

"Okay.." Kaira sighed, tilting her head back slightly as she pulled out her katana. "My parents... my parents. T-they didn't want me. Constantly reminded me that they should've aborted me. I-" Kaira bit her lip, as it was obviously a hard subject for her to speak of. "She... she.. fuck, fuck, fuck!"

"It's okay," Saiko reassured. "I'm here."

"They..fuck...they beat me," Kaira confessed, her eyes dropping to the ground. "Physically, emotionally, mentally... I was five when it happened, I didn't fucking know any better. The feeling of a fucking belt hitting my back when I'd done-fuck- nothing wrong. Oh, fuck..."

"It's okay," Saiko put her hand on Kaira's back, and Kaira closed her eyes, stiffening from the physical contact. "Sorry..."

"...I was eight," Kaira said after awhile. "I was eight when... when my so called father grabbed me and... fuck... he fucking... dammit..."

The redhead took another moment to collect herself.

"He... fucking t-took...advantage of me," Kaira choked out. "He had m-my so called mother, b-but instead, h-he... fuck... fuck.."

"Oh, Kaira..." Saiko hugged the redhead, who's tears now glistened as they ran down her cheeks. "Saiko didn't know..."

"I don't want to get out of here as much as you," Kaira didn't move from Saiko's hold on her. "There's nothing left for me, too. I'd be heading back to nothing."

"Kaira... it's okay," Saiko said. "It's okay."

"It's going to be okay."

Hey everyone! I know there was a lot of Saiko/Kaira in here, it was necessary though.

Lil quick sketch of Kaira cause I was bored.

Currently obsessed with Alan Walker, come join me.

Got a surprise after this book is over, you'll like it (hopefully) :)

Who do you think's going to commit the next murder? Who do you think is going to die next?

Thanks for reading!