Danganronpa Ultimate Imposter Novels & Stories

The lead vamp at that moment stepped forward towards the desk and said, “Mr. D, I am being told that you are the man I need for a particular nuisance I have come upon.” My eyes at that moment began to scan the room as he began to talk to the man behind the desk. Something told me the man was an imposter and that the real Tommy D was here within the office with us. My eyes then fell onto a table in the corner of the office where a group of rogues sat at playing poker. It didn’t take long for my eyes to spot him out of the group of rogues, as he leaned back in his seat, taking a hit of the cigar in his hand, filling the room with smoke above our heads.

I NEED to know who he is, and something tells me I won’t discover much if I approach him as Phantom Reaper. I don’t really even know who I actually am, to be honest. I never indulged in friendships or relationships with others. It’s just always been survival. The only person I had any kind of positive relationship was my mother. I don’t know my father but because of my hair color, I’m fairly certain my father was Christian Bartoa. I know he frequented the slave cells whenever he was bored, and the urge arises so it doesn’t surprise me, but I don’t intend to ever claim him nor carry his surname. The thought of actually SPEAKING to Damien makes me feel a weird sense of anxiety. I’m unsure if i

Damien grabbed it and handed it to me. Unknown number. I opened it. A video started playing. It showed the imposter sitting in some dark room. She looked calm. Too calm. She smiled at the camera. “Hello Lila. I see you’re still breathing. That’s unfortunate. I wanted to thank you for making this so entertaining. But I’m not done yet. Not even close.” She leaned closer. “I have something that belongs to you. Something small and loud. You have until tomorrow night to find me. After that I stop being generous.”

"He lives down in a ribcage in the dry leaves of a heart"- Thomas Harris, Silence of the Lambs. Marienne's POV: Blur. Everything seemed like a blur. A pretense. A haphazard of a kaleidoscope. Everything felt as if it was there, but in reality it wasn't. Everything was false, but seemed true at the same time. I ran my hand through my damp hair as I studied myself in the mirror. A tired pair of turquoise eyes stared back at me through the mirror, my jet back hair was damp. Inwardly, I ran my fingers through my stubbles that I had forgotten to get rid of.

With that, he disappeared, leaving the others confused until they heard a scream. * DAMIEN'S POV Never in my life did I think I would be face to fight in a blood life or death battle with Amaira. Yet, something in my guts knew that she was an impostor, and when I realized the possibility of Jason having her since Jessica was here and Austin had come with the impostor, I knew I had to pay Jason a visit before it is too late. As the impostor went after me, I couldn't help but only dodge her attacks and avoid her. No matter what, she still bore the face of Amaira and I didn't know how I felt just hurting her.

With one final thought of gratitude towards her aunt for her unwavering support, Aqua surrendered to the darkness, allowing its gentle embrace to carry her away from the tempest of her thoughts and into the peaceful realm of dreams. As Aqua's eyelids drooped with drowsiness, the rhythmic patter of rain against her window lulled her towards sleep. However, her rest was abruptly interrupted by the sound of rocks clattering against the glass. Startled, she sat up in bed, her heart pounding with apprehension. Peering through the darkness, she made out a figure standing outside her window. It was Damon, his expression etched with worry. Aqua's initial shock gave way to concern as she hurriedly ma

The anticipation in the room was tangible, and I could feel the weight of impending doom hanging over me. "What is this? What evil game are you planning to play?" I gasped, my breath heavy from screaming and exertion. David cast a cold glance at Dane, who instantly understood his silent command. With a flick of a switch, the board slowly began to rotate, my body pressed against it. Panic surged through me as the rotation gradually picked up speed, and I let out a piercing scream. “We’re playing a game called darts.” He said just as the first knife came flying at me.

Either way, I was glad I hadn't gotten the imposters libation not just because of its taste but because I had discovered loopholes in this game. Firstly, any imposter was at disadvantage and only possessed a slim chance of not being found out by other cat-eyed contestants. It was almost impossible to gain the point if no one had suspected the individual as an imposter. The next loophole was that any lagging person could copy another who seemed to always get it right which is why I would be giving my best guess last to prevent this occurrence. "Oh, fuck." Effie barfed into the nearest bucked. "Ugh!" Hae Jin did the same.

“A worthy opponent.” Veil stood silently by the window. “What now?” Daniel smiled coldly. “They think the game is over. But Chimera was never the end, it was the opening act.” He pressed a hidden panel. A new map appeared. Coordinates marked Phase Four: Prometheus Protocol. Veil frowned. “That’s still incomplete.” “It won’t be for long,” Daniel said. “And this time, no AI. No codes. Just me.” His reflection in the glass stared back like a stranger.

Yet, her gaze was ice-cold. I initially thought she was behaving that way because my face had been cut open by the rocks and covered in blood, hiding what I really looked like. Panic surged through me as I hurriedly wiped my face with my hands and desperately explained, "Mom, it's me, Logan! I'm your son—" Before I could finish, Lucia suddenly grabbed a rock from the ground and smashed it into my forehead. "Mrs. Fraser is already here, and you still dare pretend to be some rich heir? Logan, just because your last name is Fraser doesn't mean nobody will expose you!"