Soda Danganronpa Novels & Stories

] [Diana: "It's the same account as before, can you help me interfere with it? I can't afford to be traced." [Ronin: "No problem!"] With Ronin's assistance, Diana had a smooth ride this time and successfully hacked into John's phone in no time. But there was no juicy information to be found. John's chat app was filled with work-related conversations, not even a mention of any female creature. Even his browsing history was squeaky clean, not a hint of anything colorful. This was not the behavior of a typical young man in his prime. Could there be some underlying condition that's keeping him from indulging in any mischief? As Diana pondered this, she continued to browse through the messages.

The night began with drinks. Diana had come prepared, flashing a mischievous grin as she pulled out a slim silver flask from her bag. “To hot witches’ night out,” she declared, holding it aloft. The others laughed and clinked their plastic soda cups against it, Chloe already giggling from the buzz of the carnival atmosphere around them. The flask passed between them, burning sweetly down their throats, loosening nerves and heightening excitement.

Bairn told him. “While Dorian was doing his voodoo shit on the three of you, I went in search of Sofyia. I looked everywhere in the packhouse where I figured she would be. I was wrong. As I was walking through the garage, I noticed one of the jeeps was gone. I knew none of you had taken it, so I figured Sofyia had borrowed it. I focused on her and I was right. She had gone to a bar. I knew there was only one bar that would let her in since she is underage. I teleported myself to the bar and went in search of her. By the time I got there she was drunk, and a couple of human guys were hitting on her. I also saw one of them mix some powder into one of the drinks they offered her. I was not able

I only nodded in response, unable to breath a word. "Beta Daniel let's go into my office and talk further." He insisted and left me all alone in the room for a few seconds before the friendly doctor came bustling in with a smile on her face and plate of food in her hands. My stomach grumbled loudly at the sight of food. I hadn't realised I was absolutely starving. "Luna, I hope you are satisfied with this selection of sandwiches. You need your energy." I wasn't sure how I felt about being called Luna but I guess it was something that I was going to get used to eventually.

Despite the vibrant shine of luna, the dark sky was dominated by the looming shadows of despair. I sniffed and inhaled the addicting aroma of 1991's. Atleast, it calms my nerves for even just a little. I took a sip and savoured the rich taste as the aroma dominated my tastebud. I can feel the icy chills everytime the blow of the gushing wind touches my skin. Lonely, cold, and heavy. I drank in a straight shot the remaining liquid of the glass. The hot liquid directly burned my throat as I swallowed it through my system. I put back the empty glass on the table and went back to my favorite spot.

Lynn cut the link and redialed instantly. The line picked up on the second ring with a loud crash on the other end. "Fuck," the voice groaned, rough and deep. "Hello, this is Buck Clattermoor. What is the emergency?" "My Silver Basin Chamber is spraying water everywhere," Lynn snapped into the link. "Get your tail up here right now." "What den number?" Buck asked, coughing clear his throat. "Moon Den 369. Hurry up." "On my way," Buck said, and the line went dead.

August is only around if Katrina is. “But then… where’s Katrina?” I asked, the door creaking open further, making me fall to the ground with it. I blinked as I saw a massive room lit up with burning barrels. “Holy fuck… it is Donkey Kong.” I gulped as I looked at the platforms with ladders between them. As my eyes went higher, I saw the massive red plastic monkey. Like the king of all the monkeys that had been throwing bananas at us. “KATRINA!” I shouted as I saw my mate on a raised platform bound by ropes, just like Princess Peach was in the game.

Solemnly, she promised. Another day passed by Farrah simply sleeping on Dior's lap, much to the latter's annoyance. Farrah had another problem to face. Obviously, she wasn't a zombie, so she needed to eat. The remaining boxes are either already rotting apples, or just slightly better plus the clean and uninfected bottles of water. As she was in a dilemma, Dior probably noticed her distress because when he came back from fighting zombies and eating their nucleus, he threw a bag of something toward her. When Farrah opened it, it was several crystal nucleis.

“Wait. Let’s talk some more and figure out a plan. I’ll call Rajin.” “Fine. Call this number. Burner phone.” A folded note hit the table. Jona said goodbye in Finnish, “Moikka.” And without waiting for a response, Jona headed for the exit. The dartboard on the wall proved to be a temptation. Pausing, Jona picked up a dart with a gloved hand and aimed. The projectile found its mark. “Nice shot!” The bartender smiled. “Bulls-eye.” “I call it a strikethrough.” Jona nodded at the cheerful man. The poor guy had no idea that the deadliest killer on the planet played darts in his establishment.

VERENA “See what you did?” Dory glares at Drake, who scratches the back of his neck. “Eh…it's a game where, um…you throw a ping-pong ball in plastic cups that have…” Drake looks at Dory hesitantly before answering, “Apple juice.” Ezra looks at them with amusement. “Wow. That sounds awesome. I want to play beer pong too!” He chirps and shifts his gaze towards me. “Mommy, can we play beer pong?”