Imposter Danganronpa Novels & Stories

Observing the imposter's manner of speaking and posture, for a moment, Hilda thought that her father was just like that. "If you wanted to imitate my father perfectly, there was no way you could do this by just taking a brief look at him. So, you must have either been living with him, or you have been observing his behavior for a long time. Your appearance proves that my father is still alive. You're a well trained secret agent, so there's no use going hard on you. That's why we decided to play along and get more information out of you when you became complacent." Hearing this, the imposter appeared to be slightly flustered, for he didn't expect that there was such a huge flaw in his seeming

“He said Damian deceived me and that my daughter who was mated with Damian isn’t really my daughter,” “What does that mean?” My advisor asked. I looked at him and saw the confusion that had crept into his face. He was just as confused as I was. “I don’t know either but he said Damian deceived me by using an imposter to act like my daughter,” I replied. “But...How is that even possible? We all saw Anne. Even if that were the case, how would Damian have carried it out smoothly?” He asked. I sighed, “When I asked how that was possible, he said the most preposterous thing,”

Cocking the AK-47 in my hand, I shouted, "It's over, impostor! You are surrounded. If I were you, I would surrender right now!" The imposter was visibly taken aback. His eyes were widened in shock and his muscular body trembled. He pointed at me and stuttered, "How...how are you alive?" "Surprise, surprise!" I said, opening my arms in mockery. "You thought you could kill me and take my place forever, huh?" My words made his face change. The next second, he ran to the door close by and opened it. He walked into the balcony and shouted, "You really have a lot of nerve showing up here after six years!"

This imposter was in my bedroom, in my bed, the one I shared with my wife. I opened the door without knocking and I saw the imposter lying in bed, scrolling through her phone. She froze when she saw me standing there. I motioned for the others to stay where they were, out of sight while I spoke to the imposter. Before I walked into the room, I dipped my hand into the moon water, allowing it to soak until my fingers were dripping with wetness. I nodded at Charlotte, indicating that I was ready, and she put the lid back on the jar.

The rooftop was quiet. The kind of quiet that didn’t last in New Yorkhigh above the noise, tucked between forgotten buildings and digital shadows. A place not even drones bothered to sweep anymore. Ava stood in the dark, her breath even, her hands at her sides. She didn’t move when the other her stepped into view. Same face. Same posture. Same voice. But not the same fire. “You’re smaller than I expected,” the imposter said. Her tone was calm, practiced. Every word rolled off her tongue like it had been rehearsed a hundred times. “In the files, you seemed louder.”

"The boy you faced was an imposter. Someone from the dark sigen, a high-tier flesh-shifter, used Kaelan's face to get close to you inside the academy wards." My jaw literally dropped. The room seemed to tilt beneath my feet, and I grabbed the edge of the nearest chair to steady myself. An imposter. All this time. "But... wait." The memory surfaced, sharp and clear despite the fog of confusion clouding my thoughts. "When we were fighting... right before he tried to put that silver dagger through my ribs, he said something strange. He said they'd failed once before, and that he was here to complete the job this time."

“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 go back to scrubbing, nodding to myself. "Exactly. He's a psychopath. He's playing mind games. I bet he just wants to see how long it takes for me to spontaneously combust." "Are you talking to the sponges again?" I flinch so hard I drop the rag. I spin around. Alice is standing in the doorway, her arms crossed, looking at me like I belong in a straitjacket. Sophia and Eva are peeking out from behind her, holding a stack of dinner plates, their eyes wide with concern.

I know it seemed like a long shot but hope was all I had at this moment. Looking back at Fredrick, I saw him focusing hard on the man in front of him. I knew he could feel that I was on to something- he had a way of reading me even if a million other things were happening all around him. Looking at him made me determined, we would survive this. I counted to three before I started the only plan I could come up with under this much pressure: I went around and pushed the imposter straight into Fredrick before running at full speed to the rock.

" Christina's voice grew louder and louder. Her arrogance stunned everyone into silence. Some people even shot uncertain glances at Jackson. Jackson had never been called a fake in his life. For a moment, he even found it funny. Then, he said calmly, "Fine. Let's wait and see which one of us is fake." Just then, noise rose again from the hospital entrance. A crowd swept in like they were escorting royalty. The man in the center was around 5 feet 5 inches tall. He wore an oversized coat and kept lifting his wrist so everyone could see his watch. He wanted the whole world to know he was wearing brand names.