The air outside was chilly. The one and only NicoB was shivering, even with his winter coat on. He was walking the streets of a unique city, known as Shibuya, looking for a place to eat. He had always wanted to go to Japan and eat their delicacies, and now he had the opportunity to. A nearby restaurant's sign stood out, even with a coat of snow and fog blocking it. Nico smiled to himself and entered the outlet.

The bland smell of ramen filled his senses. Spices could be seen around the restaurant. It was a small, pleasant hut with only a few waiters on duty. The place was nearly empty, taking the late evening time into account, so many tables were open. After being brought to a table by his lonesome self, Nico got up to find a restroom before he ordered.

Right as his hand hit the handle of the w.c., his arm was grasped by a mysterious, dark cloaked figure. Nico's eyes darted to this figure, who leaned in towards him. In a deep, oddly seductive voice, the figure said the following words: "Come with me and all your façades will cease."

Nico gulped. Was it really the right choice to go with this stranger? He hadn't been in Japan for too long, and a waiter was to come around and let him order his food.

Now, any responsible, sensible person would jerk away from this cloaked figure. Nico did such, but the figure persisted.

Spooked, Nico bowed his head in shame and sighed. "Whatever, let's do it. Take me to your leader."

The figure chuckled. "Wonderful," They said. They clenched on to Nico's arm and hauled him behind them. In the process, Nico could've sworn he saw a long nose poking out from underneath the hood of the cloak.

The figure took Nico outside the restaurant and walked him down the empty roads. The few people that were also outside gave him a weird look, since it appeared as if the figure was holding hands with Nico. He kept trying to assure the strangers he wasn't, but it was no use, as the only words of Japanese Nico knew consisted of "Baka", "Kawaii", "Kimono", and the suffixes of "-chan", "-kun", "-senpai", "-sensei", and "-san".

So he called everyone that glared at him a "Baka".

The figure sighed from underneath their cloak. Nico growled to himself. What was he getting himself in to?

Minutes passed. Rain began to fall. Nearby pedestrians warned others to get inside a shop or they'll catch a cold, even if you can't catch a cold from being in cold weather.

The figure hadn't said anything.

But Nico thought that it was about time to ask stuff.

"Where are we going? Who are you?!" He demanded.

The cloaked person let out a mischievous laugh. They unveiled themselves.

"I am Igor. Welcome to the Vel– erm, Shibuya."

Nico's fanboy eyes lit up. "I-Igor?! What are you doing here? Aren't you, like, not allowed outside your floating limousine?"

"Au contraire, Nico. I am merely in your imagination as of now. I am embodied elsewhere, and that's where I'm leading you to. Those pedestrians were only staring at you because your arm was outstretched for no reason."

Nico took back his arm and rubbed it in defensiveness. He snubbed Igor a little.

The long-nosed man just shrugged. "Anywho, you're going to find the best surprise of your life. But you'll need this."

Igor handed Nico a revolver with a single bullet in it.

"Russian Roulette?" He asked, sweat beginning to bead on his forehead.

Igor persuasively shook his head. "No. You won't be hurt at all. But the fate of the world now rests in your hands."

The streets were completely empty now.

Igor pointed to a door on the side of a darkened, ghetto-looking building. "Go in there, and real me will tell you what to do."

Nico turned his head to the door. "I-If you insi–"

When he looked back, Igor wasn't there anymore.

Nico entered the room.

—

A real Igor stood in the center; a spotlight draining upon him. The room seemed so much bigger, but everywhere else was too dark to see anything.

Igor looked up with his huge eyes and grinned that stylish grin he always grinned. "I've been observing you throughout your journey as a YouTuber, you know."

Nico cocked his head like a lost puppy. "Y-You have?"

"Indeed. I have also liked all your videos, subscribed to your channel, and donated for the cause of your pupp– erm, I got a little carried away there. Apologies," Igor said sincerely.

Nico anxiously awaited an explanation for what he was doing in this room.

And Igor gave it. "I have noticed that in every series you've play, there is usually one or more characters you despise. I have come to lift that straining weight off you go their continued existence, even if they're dead. Because they're not. They have been revived for this occasion, and this occasion only."

Nico thought about what Igor just said. Those characters he hated. Sure, it would be great to watch them die, but wasn't that a little morbid?

"Let's bring out our contestants."

Lights flickered on as heads hung low. The extremely recognizable, despicable faces of the villainous, treacherous, and putrid characters Nico had learned to hate stared directly at him, awaiting their fate.

Sakutaro Morishige. The one who is forever running. Even if he was already dead, he was revived for this occasion. Obsessed over Mayu. Theatre kid. Has a depressing backstory no one cares about.

Joshua. The Composer of Shibuya's UG. Captain Douche. Didn't die, but kinda also did? Acts like your friend just to back stab you. Really likes calling everyone "Sally". Has zero backstory.

Tohru Adachi. Killer of Saki and the news reporter. Likes to kill because he's bored. 2nd amendment activist. Only does one cool thing in the game, which Nanako (little goober) likes. Doesn't have a decent backstory.

Nagito Komaeda. Insert Komaeda laugh here. Likes bagels and Hajime. Was in a comatose but revived for this occasion. Has quite a depressing backstory. Has the most fangirls out of almost every psycho in every game.

Yasuhiro Hagakure. "Hey dude!" is his phrase. He wasn't even supposed to be in this tournament of life or death, but showed up anyway. High school prom date was probably his mom. Held back like 20,000 years. Probably has the worst backstory ever but still can't seem to get his psychic readings together.

Nico laughed to himself. This was a joke, right? Igor wasn't–

"I'm serious, Nico. Time for a Shangri-La of your own. Pick your poison, if you will."

Joshua laughed. "Come on, Sally. Let's get a move on, here. We don't have forever. I've got Tin Pin to play."

"P-Please don't shoot me, dude!" Hagakure whimpered. "I-I don't have money, b-but…I'll do anything, dude!"

"HahahahahahhaahHhahahhHAHH! Wow, Hagakure! What a sincere beg for your own survival! You deserve a bagel for that later. On the house! You're so desperate. But I'm not. I'm worthless and talentless, so Nico should shoot me!"

Morishige said nothing, but had an intense urge to run. Igor whispered to him that if he lived, he would get a treadmill to run off his emotions and desires to see corpses.

Adachi scarily turned his own eyes yellow somehow. "I find it funny that you, Nico, think you could even TRY to shoot me. Come on, why do you think I became a detective," He snorted. He fiddled with his belt loops, and then gasped. "W-Where's my gun?!"

"I confiscated it," Igor informed. "This isn't a battle."

Nico sighed deeply. He squeezed the revolver in his hand and lifted it. What will he do...?

Shoot Morishige (Chapter 2)

Shoot Joshua (Chapter 3)

Shoot Adachi (Chapter 4)

Shoot Komaeda (Chapter 5)

Shoot Hagakure (Chapter 6)

Shoot Igor (Chapter 7)

Shoot Himself (Chapter 8)

Shoot Everyone, Somehow (Chapter 9)

Be an ass and leave (Chapter 10)