Danganronpa Trigger Novels & Stories

“Then what is this?” The device pulses again. Stronger. Activated. His answer comes too fast. Too sharp. Too certain. “The trigger.” Silence. Heavy. Terrifying. “What does it trigger?” I ask. But I already know— I already feel it— deep inside— waiting— waking— His voice drops. Almost a whisper. “The part of you… they didn’t show you yet.” And before I can ask anything else— the device emits one final, piercing tone— and everything goes dark. Again.

“This was an execution.” Silence. Heavy. Final. The team leader’s finger tightened on the trigger— But before he could move— BANG. Everything changed. 🔥

“But how would I infiltrate?” “You have to sign up on a website. But he wouldn’t be specifically asking for you, you would have to figure it out yourself.” “Are you saying you have signed me up?” “Yes.” “And how does this work.” Knight looked at dildo once more. “The tip is silencer. If you rotate the base like that it will work as a trigger.” Viral explained. “You might have to keep the bullets aside cause even a little movement could trigger the fire.” Haa! Knight sighed. Alright. I don’t like the sound of it. But obviously it’s a better plan than mine.

"He sure is stingy. Proposing with a ring someone else didn't want?" Luna's face twisted with rage, the lie now exposed. She was so enraged that she lunged at me, ready to strike again. This time, I raised my hand and slapped her right back. She froze, utterly stunned. I swiftly took advantage of her momentary daze and poured salt on the wound. "You saw the engraving inside? YN0607. Know what that means? The numbers are the date York and I first met. The letters? The initials of our names. This ring… you must've begged him for it, didn't you?"

Something heavy, unnatural. I obeyed instinctively, pivoting slightly to the left. Dorian and Bryan mirrored my movement without question, their trust absolute. A trap lay ahead—a snare woven between two trees, nearly invisible, designed to catch a foot or an ankle. The cord was taut, ready to tighten. I exhaled, fingers brushing against the Warrior’s tether in my mind, acknowledging the warning. I signaled with a flick of my wrist. Dorian leaped over the trap, Bryan rolled to the side, and I passed through, heart hammering, but unscathed.

Beside it, a red light was blinking with a steady, rhythmic beep. "It’s a pressure-sensitive trigger," Daniel said, his voice dropping to a terrified whisper. He knelt down, his eyes scanning the wiring. "She’s not just a prisoner. She's the fuse." Daniel reached out with a pair of small pliers, his hand shaking for the first time since this nightmare began. He looked at the screen, then at Maria, who was shaking her head frantically behind the tape, tears streaming down her face. "If her heart rate goes too high, or if we open this door without the code, the whole rack is rigged to incinerate," Daniel whispered, his face turning ghostly pale. "And Maria will die too."

“I’ve got you. Mama’s here. I’ve got you.” She pulled the gag loose, kissed damp cheeks, and let herself cry for one single second before her arms locked tighter around her child. But below, fury erupted. Voices shouted, feet thundered, and metal crashed. And then—another sound. Not gunfire. Not shouting. A click. Mechanical. Sharp. Worse. “Varian,” Bram hissed through the comm. “Failsafes. They’ve got a second trigger.” The whine surged back to life—faster, sharper. The countdown was restarted. This time not minutes but seconds, hammering into their bones like a death knell.

My dad's on the phone and he looks surprise that Danae just let us in, but he holds up one finger to indicate that he'll be done in a minute. "What was that?" Maggie whispers, referring to how I got Danae to do what I wanted without zapping her. "A trigger." I say. "I gave it to her the last time I was here." I whisper back. "Did Harry know about those?" She asks, skeptically. "How did you know about them?" She asks. "I don't think Harry ever used them." I answer. "I researched hypnosis on the Internet and decided to give the concept of post suggestion triggers a try. It worked, so I've used it a few times."

Vanya held her breath, her shoulders shivering furiously. I continued nonetheless. “Someone almost raped you, almost ruined you, Vanya.” “No!” “No, I won’t. I…I…” “If you do not do anything about it, just like your mother…” “No!” “…this will continue to haunt you. You have to do this: press the trigger and be free!” “Noooo!” Bang! Vanya pulled on the trigger, and I closed my fingers around hers on it, pulling it a second and a third time until Dimitri lay lifeless on the floor in a pool of blood.

My dad's on the phone and he looks surprise that Danae just let us in, but he holds up one finger to indicate that he'll be done in a minute. "What was that?" Maggie whispers, referring to how I got Danae to do what I wanted without zapping her. "A trigger." I say. "I gave it to her the last time I was here." I whisper back. "Did Harry know about those?" She asks, skeptically. "How did you know about them?" She asks. "I don't think Harry ever used them." I answer. "I researched hypnosis on the Internet and decided to give the concept of post suggestion triggers a try. It worked, so I've used it a few times."