Danganronpa Courtroom Novels & Stories

"Yes. Two sets. First, I request Willie be brought to court. If I'm right, he's already here." The judge nodded. The courtroom doors creaked open. Linda burst into tears. "Willie! Mommy's finally see you!" Garrett squeezed her hand, locked on the entrance. Then a sharp bark cut through the room. A tall black German Shepherd sprinted in. The second he saw me, he dropped into a sit, tail going wild. I gave a small smile. "Everyone, meet my 'son,' Willie." The courtroom froze. The livestream went insane.

He looked at her then — that piercing gaze that seemed to see through everything. “I’m saying you need to start asking the right questions,” he said quietly. “Because both sides, his and theirs — will burn everything to win.” She shook her head, confusion and fear clouding together. “What sides?” But before he could answer, a loud bang hit the door. Once. Twice. Then a voice, deep, cold, unmistakable — cut through the silence. “Open the door, Amara.” Her entire body went still. Dante. Cole cursed under his breath, turning toward the window.

Sarah POV “They purposely design this space to be intimidating,” I grumbled. “Of course they do,” Whitfield said. “Try to imagine it without the wood paneling.” I looked around the courtroom, but it was like the paneling had soaked into everything, from the large Seal of Justice to the brown checkered carpet. The judge’s bench was made of two raised platforms, and the jury box was sectioned off in a way that reminded me most unpleasantly of the stage on which the humans had held up those items to be auctioned.

The courtroom suddenly felt too small and almost suffocating. I swallowed hard. “Proceed, Mr. Eden,” the judge instructed. Nolan’s lawyer adjusted his jacket before stepping forward again. “Thank you, Your Honor.” He said, his voice remained calm. “As I stated earlier, we have acquired substantial evidence proving that Miss Ronita Caleb was deliberately framed.” He opened the thick folder he had placed before the court. “We also have evidence identifying the individual responsible.” The entire courtroom seemed to hold its breath. Even the reporters seated at the back leaned forward.

Liberty’s bouncing knee stills. Rowan’s hand touches Liberty’s elbow, small, grounding pressure, then releases. Dawson leans closer to me, voice low enough that it feels like he’s speaking directly into my blood. “Breathe.” I do. Then, we step into the room. Courtrooms have a particular cruelty: they make trauma orderly. We sit at a table facing the bench, our folders stacked like bricks. The judge sits above us, robed and distant, and a person turns into a symbol by fabric and height.

Lennon felt his heart stop. The jurors filed in. They took their seats, the foreperson held a piece of paper. Judge Briggs entered the courtroom. "Has the jury reached a verdict?" The foreperson stood. "Yes, Your Honor." "Read the verdict." The foreperson opened the paper and then the lights went out. The courtroom went dark, people screamed. Chairs scraped against the floor and phones lit up the darkness. Lennon reached for Damien. "What's happening?" "I don't know." The emergency lights flickered on, the room was lit with a dim orange glow.

“Stay calm.” “I am. I am. Just got a bit nauseous.” “We heard what happened to her?” His mother spoke after a beat of silence. “Such a terrible incident to such a young woman. Where was she shot?” Everyone anxiously looked at Kali, but her eyes were turned to the right of the reception room, and she kept them there, not turning to look at his mother. Her silence only served to stoke the flames of tension that licked around the room, but she didn’t seem phased by its stifling presence. Ember, on the other hand, was unsettled, delicately massaging Kali’s fingers as she turned to her mother to answer on Kali’s behalf.

This whole thing is rigged! "Why does Judge Hart keep targeting Scarlett? This is obviously personal!" Nevertheless, standing at the bench, I remained calm. "A good student? Close friends with the victim? Someone captured this on a drone. How do you explain it?" A video clip appeared on the courtroom's large screen. The moment the footage began to play, everyone in the courtroom gasped.

I turn away and don’t answer. The courtroom is quiet and tense. We sit on the right, behind the state’s table like they told us. Maverick gives instructions to us to make the phones silent, and to stay alert. Then the bailiff announces Judge Courtney Brooks. The prosecutor starts by laying out the scene clean and cold. My pulse is in my throat. I watch Derrick ’s face as they read the facts. He looks…unfazed. Too calm.

The page turned. My video testimony was scheduled for day twenty-one, in a private conference room that hospital management had made available. The room had been set up with a camera, a microphone, and a screen that showed the courtroom in real time, and sitting in front of it while the court technician ran sound checks felt like the strangest possible version of a board meeting. The courtroom was visible through the feed. The judge seated. The jury is in position. The prosecution team at their table, neat and composed. And at the defense table, in a dark suit that someone had clearly chosen for its suggestion of reasonableness, was Dion.