Imposter Danganronpa Novels & Stories

I simply preserve what remains of this vessel—this empty frame that walks between the living and the dead. PAIGE’S POV Shaking in fear, I realized the dilemma I was in. The good life I had imagined… shattered. I’d been scammed. From a distance, I saw an old woman approaching. Her lipstick was a deep, unsettling red, and her hair was dyed an artificial blonde. Her eyes were buried beneath thick, smudged eyeshadow. The tick-tack of her sandals on the cold floor echoed so sharply it felt like it pierced through my ears. She looked terrifying—scary wasn’t even enough to describe her.

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

He really did a good job stealing someone's identity and copying every movement of Narco is on a different level. "Narco. The real one." Emotionless, Mort said and the impostor Narco burst into maniacal laughter. "You are sharp. When did you notice that I wasn't him?" The impostor asked unaware of the dagger thrust on his flesh that Mort used to stab his left leg. He never caught Mort's swift and clean move inflicting him a wound. His eyes remain on the man and he didn't even seem to move in his place. Mort's position earlier remains the same, coldly eyed him and his glows menacingly.

“Are you alone?” The imposter’s eyes flickered when he heard that. He tried to school his expression, but it was too late. His facade cracked at the edges like chipped ceramic. “I am not alone,” I answered. “Don't tell him,” the imposter mumbled. To Detroit, I answered calmly, “I'm with your duplicate. An imitation. A very good one… he hugged your woman, Detroit.” Detroit growled, one that made my heart skip over itself. A beastly growl. The kind that promised death.

Here I am sitting on the dead body of the Boss or what it used to be of this dungeon as I heard the sound of the system. [You have defeated Xago the boss of the dungeon] [The dungeon will no longer spawn Orcs] [Spawning of Imp initiated] [Host does not meet the required rank] [Spawning delayed] What does that mean? Imp? Why is it spawning imp now? And what rank do I have to be to meet the required rank? Explain, please…..

“STOP!!!” Everything stopped. The chanting. The dagger. The air. All eyes turned to me. Selena’s head lifted slowly. Her eyes were filled with pain and fear. Hunter’s eyes widened. The Alpha’s face twisted in anger. “Well, look who finally showed up,” Hunter said with a smirk. “How dare you interrupt this sacred moment you imposter?” the Alpha barked. Imposter? I laughed. Because I tried to run away with Sel from his evil plans, I was now an imposter.

Confronted with the video evidence and an intense police interrogation, Mason—caught completely off guard—finally confessed to killing Jason. Both brothers had a large following, so this incident quickly drew widespread public attention online. At the same time that Mason confessed, Gloria immediately posted a video to clear her name. After Mason's arrest, she promptly made off with all his money, abandoned Margaret on the streets, and then disappeared without a trace. In her video, she claimed that she had also been deceived by Mason, tearfully insisting she had no knowledge whatsoever that he was impersonating her husband. She even sobbed dramatically, condemning Mason's deeply immoral beh

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

His has an anxious look on his face. " Yeah, I suffocate everyone's life. Do you want to know how I do it?" Dorothy furiously said. I can see she wants to harm Lydia right at the moment for talking disrespectfully. Before she can do anything unexpected and unforgivable, I need to act fast. Right now, Iam Pamela. The person who has vengeance on everyone related to Sydney. I don't have an idea what Pamela would have done at this moment. But I slapped Lydia before Dorothy does something to her. I slapped her with force, she fell hard on the floor. There's a shocked expression on my friends face. Iam sorry, Aunt. I need to act like the person Iam impersonating. Finally, what Dorothy said came tr