Danganronpa Antebellum: Lockdown Novels & Stories

“What do you want?” Her image tilted her head, mimicking me exactly. “I already told you. You.” Zane raised his gun toward the nearest camera. “Over my dead body.” Her smile deepened. “That’s the plan.” The mansion rumbled. Somewhere beneath us, machinery roared to life. The sound was low, mechanical, alive. “CONTROL UNIT ACTIVATED,” the AI blared. “LEVEL THREE LOCKDOWN IN PROGRESS.” Steel shutters dropped over the windows with a metallic crash. The lights dimmed to blood-red. The air tasted like iron and fear.

“Let’s make sure we’re prepared for anything. If we’re going to stay here, we need to fortify our defenses.” Elora glanced between them, the warmth of the cabin igniting a flicker of hope within her. “What do we do now? How do we fortify our defenses?” George looked thoughtful for a moment, then replied, "We’ll scout the perimeter, make sure the windows and doors can be barricaded if necessary, and gather any resources we may need. But most importantly, we need to be a team. Keep watch, share the load, and look out for one another.” The weight of the plan settled in Elora’s chest. “I don’t know if I’ll be of much help,” she admitted.

Once everyone had locked in their selections, a notification popped up. "Preparation complete. The game will begin shortly. Administrative rights will be revoked on the third day. Players are allowed to freely modify their teams before then. The safehouses have been deployed. Good luck, everyone." … It started drizzling on the first day. It was silent in my plastic apartment in the middle of the desert except for the sounds of the rain pattering against the windows.

“Tonight the western quay and the eastern fence will run four circuits; the inner ring stays unchanged. If they’re ‘tuning’ in the outskirts, the two decoy pegs will give different errors—they won’t know which is the ‘real’ beat.” “Let’s not place the third bait yet,” Mae notes. “We need a reserve in case one gets damaged.” “Agreed.” ⸻ Eight minutes before lock-down, the run begins. In the storage, the bolts slide into place without a sound. In the armory, doors don’t knock. In the kitchen, the last dish slides onto the lowest shelf just as the servant hall door settles soft. On the edge of the Khan Hall, Rhaell gives a barely audible tap—“signal”—then silence.

A huge generator hummed with electricity, a bright blue light emanating from its core. As she walked over to the console, Kael covered her and murmured, "Anya, do your thing." Anya flitted her fingers across the controls. She clarified, "This will cause an emergency lockdown." "Not only will it buy us time, but it will attract all of the facility's guards." Doran positioned bombs throughout the room and stated, "Then we'd better move fast." The lights flickered and the alarms sounded the instant Anya turned off the generator. The group made their way quickly through the maze-like hallways to the communication centre.

Tessa was still sucking Kellan while Darian deep kissed Marin when someone walked through the room clanging a big bell and shouting, "Ten minutes to lockdown." Tessa stopped sucking Kellan but left his cock hanging outside his shorts. "Are you two sure you want to stay? In ten minutes, you will not be able to leave, and while we'll take care of your cherries, others may want to have you too. You sure about this?" Both women nodded their agreement and giggled. The pledges were being escorted out of Delta Orion, and the ringer came back through the room announcing five minutes to lockdown. A couple of minutes later, a frat brother turned the key in the lock, and there was a huge round of cheer

Feeding Roe intel. I swallowed. Trust in the fragile, so dangerous, was essential now. Damon’s eyes met mine across the grid, silent command in every flicker of his expression. I nodded. We had one chance to turn this on him. I dove into the override console, fingers flying over the panel. Every lockdown, every misdirection Roe had inserted, I inverted. Doors unlocked, then sealed. Drones turned against programmed paths. Fire suppression primed. The estate was a battlefield, digital and physical, and I was in the eye of it.

His knot was already starting to swell at the head of his cock, teasing the entrance to my pussy with every of his thrust. “Gonna knot you again,” he said. “Fill you up until you’re dripping with me. Mark you so deep no one else will ever dare touch you.” “Yes,” I moaned, lost in the heavenly pleasure. “Please...” A loud alarm suddenly screamed through the entire mansion. The hallway was bathed in red emergency lights. Damon froze, still buried deep inside me. He looked toward the door. “Father activated the full lockdown,” he explained. “That means the entire pack is being called in, or the rivals are attacking the estate.”

“It’s survival.” Valentina glanced around the foyer, unimpressed. “The lockdown was likely a system error.” The house AI chimed faintly behind them. “Lockdown protocol fully active,” it announced. Valentina didn’t flinch. “Or perhaps Damon triggered it remotely. He has done that before.” Elara’s face paled. “He can trigger it without telling anyone?” Valentina slipped her gloves into her bag. “Elara, Damon is the only one in this house who understands the full security mechanism.”

"What did you do?" Damon spread his arms. "I took everything. Every file, every secret you’ve ever hoarded. And now, I decide who burns first." Jake didn’t hesitate. He lunged. Damon dodged, faster than any of them expected, and within seconds, the room erupted into chaos. Gunfire echoed through the space as Lucas fired, forcing Damon into cover. Lila sprinted toward the console, frantically typing in commands. "He's already uploading the data! I need more time!" she shouted.