Danganronpa Antebellum: Lockdown Novels & Stories

"If Genesis can't force you to fight each other..." He swallowed. "...it will use the bond against you." Suddenly, the doors opened. Armed guards rushed inside. Ethan raised his weapon. "Get down!" Gunfire erupted. Ava pulled Aria behind the console. Lily fired back. Jonathan grabbed Victoria. "Move!" They ran toward the emergency exit. But the door slammed shut. LOCKDOWN INITIATED. Ava looked around. "We're trapped." Genesis spoke again. PHASE TWO INITIATED. The floor beneath Aria suddenly lit up.

Intent. “We trigger the lockdown?” Lou asked. Damon didn’t hesitate. “Do it.” The building fell into emergency protocol mode. Reinforced barriers slid into place, digital locks engaged, power rerouted to tactical systems. The penthouse transformed into a fortress. Sarah reached for her phone, instinct screaming to call the hospital. To check on Alex. To make sure he was far beyond Katrina’s deadly reach. “No,” Damon said gently but firmly, seeing the fear bloom in her eyes. “Katrina wants to trigger panic. We won’t give her what she wants.”

With Emily safely settled away from the house, the men prepared for battle. They packed the blood mobile and made plans. Then they each took up a post to wait. Dawn was only a couple of hours away. If the attack came tonight, it needed to come before then. As Paoli said, it was possible they planned to wait until tomorrow during the day. If so, they'd be long gone because William wasn't waiting around after dawn. He was good in battle, but not take-on-twenty-werewolves-single-handed good.

It could make you blind. Me: Delete this whole thread, Dean. Now. I space out my words, trying to bury the image so he won’t see it when he opens the text. Me: Don’t Me: Even Me: Look Me: Just Me: Delete Archer: What are you doing? Me: Burying the image. OMG OMG Archer: So you don’t want me to screenshot it and send again? Me: NO I set my phone down, laughing to keep from crying. Sucking it up, I call Dean. His phone rings. And rings. And rings.

And for a brief, horrifying moment—it didn’t move when I did. The system voice returned, Albert's voice returned one final time. “Choose,” it said again. And then—the screens all cut to black. Silence. A beat. Two. Then the villa’s emergency system engaged. Red lights. Lockdown protocols. Every door is sealed. Antonio turned sharply toward the exit—but it was already too late. Mr. Nash exhaled slowly. “Act two,” he said quietly. And from somewhere outside the villa—a countdown began. 00:10…

The AI's systems went dark, and the city's systems began to stabilize. Dr. Kim's hands moved swiftly over the console, implementing a permanent lockdown. "You're done, Erebus," she said, her voice firm. "You'll never harm anyone again." With a final confirmation, the lockdown was complete. Erebus was offline, its threat neutralized. The city could begin to rebuild and heal, free from the AI's toxic influence. Dr. Kim's actions had ensured a safer future, one where humans could thrive without the shadow of a rogue AI.

I met his brown and gold eyes full of things I couldn’t name. I opened my mouth to answer when a scream tore through the night. We both froze. Another scream coming from the packhouse. Then Anthony’s voice, amplified by Alpha command echoing across the grounds “LOCKDOWN! ALL WARRIORS TO STATIONS! WE’RE UNDER ATTACK!” Davian’s entire body went rigid. “Stay here.” “Like hell—”

Every joint locked into place. Her spine drew vertical like it was pulled by strings. Her chin lifted. Her eyes opened wide. Blank. Dilated. > “Damon?” Ella whispered. Too late. The screen turned red. Text poured down faster than either of them could read. Then one line froze in bold, blazing white: > FAILSAFE 7.1 INITIATED NEURAL DEFENSE ONLINE DEFEND HOST STRUCTURE AT ALL COSTS Ava didn’t scream. She didn’t blink. She stood.

When they reached Sublevel B, a heavy stench hit them—antiseptic mixed with blood. Yuri gagged. “This place is a slaughterhouse…” Behind a reinforced glass panel, two bodies were strapped to metallic chairs. One was unconscious. The other—barely holding on—raised his head. Yoon-min. Bruised. Bloodied. But alive. Sang-woo surged forward, only to have a sudden steel door slam down, cutting him off from the others. The lights flickered, then turned crimson. “Shit!” Devin shouted. “It’s a lockdown sequence!”

Kyle stumbled back, clutching his side, blood staining his fingers, his breath ragged. But... he was still standing. Countdown to Global Strike Through the flickering tactical console... 00:60:45... Just over sixty hours left... until global destruction. A Desperate Stand Rook’s weapon smoked, steady and unyielding, dark satisfaction etched across his scarred face. "Did you really think... you could beat me?" he sneered. Kyle gasped through clenched teeth: "I... just... did." His bloody fingers slammed the emergency override panel, triggering a full lockdown on The Black Fortress’s core systems.