Danganronpa Imposter Novels & Stories

Harlow’s body collapsed into the snow-slicked stone, the broken saber clattering beside her. Killian froze. His instincts screamed to move, to strike, but his mind refused to process what he was seeing — two Daryls standing on either side of her, one still holding the blood-dripping blade. The killer smiled with Daryl’s mouth. “Interesting,” it said, voice almost right. Too smooth. Too measured. The other Daryl — the one who had freed him from the Bloodforged earlier — stepped between Killian and the impostor. His blades came up in a guarded stance.

I hated it. While the imposter was busy panting in anticipation, I took a small dagger from my pocket, placed it on her throat, and whispered in her ear, “You… who the fuck are you?” I thought she would panic after being caught but instead, she smirked. Furrowing my brows in confusion at her reaction, I didn’t notice her hand that was close to my face and in a flash, she blew some powder stuff on my face, making me involuntarily inhale it.

I recalled how he had come to my house years ago to discuss engagement, and how I had visited him to explain that I wasn’t interested and my dad suddenly died the very next day And I definitely knew he had something to do with his death and I’m going to find out. “She did this,” the imposter woman said, directing a finger at herself while clearly indicating the mess I had caused. “It was a mistake ,” I replied, casting her a quick look. “A mistake?? You must be joking, you explicitly picked up the cup knowing it was filled with water and splashed it on me,” the imposter retorted. “Aren’t you Kyrie?” Mr. Reynolds inquired, and I nodded in response. “I apologize that you had to witness this du

“You replaced him?” “Temporarily,” it replied. “Testing integration.” My voice shook. “Where is he?” The impostor smiled again. “Paused.” Mael choked. “Paused?” “Stored,” it clarified. “Safe.” Kairos stepped forward. “Bring him back.” The impostor looked almost amused. “You assume authority.” “I assume loyalty,” Kairos growled. The air tightened. The thing studied us. Me. Especially me. “You anchor well,” it said. “But anchors can be swapped.”

I could tell he was asleep, and my call had woken him up. “I’m sorry,” I apologized. “I just need to confirm something.” I heard him turn in bed. “About what I sent to you?” “Yeah.” “I wrote it on the note that whoever is that guy next to you, he’s an imposter. You just need to send me a clear picture of his face, and I’ll find him,” he stated. Did Aub see that on the note and replace it with something else, so I wouldn’t suspect him further? That was a very bad move on his side.

"I guess you have to sit down first.” With a gulp, I followed her advice and watched as she sat down across from me. My heart raced as I braced myself for what she had to say. "Tell me everything,” I asked, desperate for an answer. “First let me begin by saying your suspicion was true all along. Alexandria was pretending to be you and she managed to deceive everyone around her. Luckily, Mr. Valentino found out she's an Impostor rather quickly. However," Samantha paused. “What.” I gasped, unable to take the suspense. “Telle the bad news.”

"Dayton, you’re one funny guy. You always come to me asking for Quincy. It’s not like I’m someone important to her, and I have no reason to hide her. I think you’re asking the wrong person. Besides, didn’t she already leave the country? So how could she be here with me?" "Don't give me that fucking bullsh*t! If you hadn't gotten someone to impersonate her, I would’ve already found her by now!" He wasted a month of his time tracking down that fake Quincy. Sharon acted surprised and feigned innocence. "What impostor? I don’t understand what you mean?" As soon as she finished her sentence, Dayton cocked his gun. There was only killing intent in his beady dark eyes. He gritted his teeth and lash

At this moment, Daniella knew she was in trouble. She had to do anything possible to make Desmond stand by her. "Are you believing this actress?" Daniella asked Desmond. "Anabel must have hired her to pretend to be Zacklid's group assistant manager. You don't have to panic. They are not real." "Are you saying that she's an imposter?" Desmond asked. "Yes. She must be an imposter." "How dare you call me an imposter?" Miss Margaret asked.

The impostor looked at him with a smug look as he pulled on a rope at his side and a net swallowed the beast. He howled and roared as the silver laced net feel on top of him and burned. The impostor laughed with the pleasure that the beast had expected to be his. “I hope it burns you until you’re nothing but a charred mass of ash,” he sneered with an evil smile on his face and walked off into the forest. The beast growled with fury and disappointment as he realized he was about to lose the chance to rip apart the impostor. Despite the rope that continued to burn him, he attempted to follow the impostor. He refused to let him get away; he needed to feel the intruder’s blood on his clawed hand

"Don’t you find it odd that she insisted on only being seen at the altar?" "On the contrary," Andrews replied, a wicked glint in his eyes. "It’ll be even more interesting. The whole world will see her holding hands with a man she despises. She’ll smile for the cameras, pretend she’s happy. But I’ll know the truth. I always do." And turning toward the window, he added with chilling calm: "When it’s all over… she’ll already be mine." I listened for just a moment before running back to my room. In less than five minutes, he was going to get a very unpleasant surprise.