Danganronpa Courtroom Novels & Stories

The courthouse stood ancient and white in early autumn’s chill. Lucien marched beside Seraphina through wide marble halls—each step echoing like a drumbeat toward justice. Courtroom 27 awaited them: tall windows, rows of benches, spotlights focused on the bench. Today’s docket held Gabe Vale Jr. and Julian Cristoff, but beyond that, it held Seraphina’s mother’s death, finally being put to rest. In the gallery, Matteo, Anton, Vincenzo, and Elian settled in formation.

He liked the game of it all—seeing them squirm and battle to keep what was sliding through their grasp. A message came through on his phone, and the words on the screen made him laugh. "The judge is getting anxious." "What do we do now?" Damon's finger hovered over the screen while he thought about what to say. He would make sure the judge understood who was in charge. Damon typed, "Don't worry," and his lips turned into a smile. "We've won. Tell them they are still in the game. He put the phone in his pocket, happy with how things were going. But then he saw something that drew his eye. A person in the rear row of the courtroom was staring at him. Mimi. He realized that she had no idea what

Nathan talked quietly with him while my other two mates led me to our seats and sat me between them. The room was set up like a typical courtroom where the Council would be seated on an elevated platform while we, the defendants, were seated facing them at a long table that stretched almost the entire width of the room. Darcy was seated at the end of the table with her ever-present mate standing guard behind her. I sent her what I hoped was a reassuring smile and waved.

ZARA We all walked into the courtroom, waiting for the Judge. I turn to see Alberta fidgeting under the table. She has no idea why I'm putting Ronnie in the witness box. But she's about to find out. “All rise! The honorable Judge Cynthia Parks residing” The bailiff announced. “Please be seated,” she said, taking her seat. “Are we ready for the closing statement?” “Yes, your honor,” Alberta quickly stood up. I scoffed and got up on my feet.

’ I'm quick to turn up the volume, sitting up straighter as I watch the livestream from the courtroom. “Wen - Negative, Diallo - positive, Mustafin - positive, Santos - Negative, Talos - Negative,” the Arbiter announces. “At this time, unless there are any questions, Master Deonta'e Lee Diallo and Master Efrem Mustafin, please stand and state your decision on what is to be done about Subject X: Marcus X.” Marcus..? My heart plummets as the camera zooms in on Marcus' beaten face. Oh my God...

*** Ryker's POV The courtroom was packed the next morning—elders lined along the high bench, Luna Megan seated dead center with her arms crossed and her expression already set in judgment before a single word had been spoken. Skye sat beside Andrei near the front, her hands twisted tight in her lap. Cassandra and Theo flanked them, tense and silent. I stood when it was my turn, feeling the weight of every eye in the room settle on me.

Your trauma. Your dead dog. If you had one. Great I said. The courtroom was set up different. Cameras. Lights. Flashing. A podium. And 20 chairs filled with people holding recorders. Rules Agent Collins said. 1. You don’t have to answer everything. 2. "No comment" is a full answer. 3. Look at the camera. Not them. 4. 20 minutes. Then we’re done. Go. First question. Miss Cole. Is it true you were fired from 3 jobs

Citizens were whispering loudly, pointing up at the screens. "You fucking liar!" Diane screamed out from the gallery, pushing herself up from her chair. "No! That is not what happened!" "Silence in the court!" the head judge barked, slamming his gavel hard. "Luna! I would appreciate your Honor the rules governing this court." BANG! BANG!