We meet again. Dangaronpa doesn't belong to me...etc.
THis fic was inspired by the Spanish fic 'Espiral' by Banghg. If you know Spanish, I strongly recommend it, And a pixiv art that I saw on 4chan.
Let's get this rolling!
Chapter 0 "The suffering of a time traveler…."
For some, Naegi Makoto was an average boy, for others he was a cinnamon roll of Hope and for a special one, a disgusting person filled with disgusting hope.
What they didn't know is that since the start of the Killing Game, Naegi gained a particular ability…
Time travel.
At first, Naegi was filled with Hope and Optimism, thinking that this would help him save his classmates, his comrades and get out of the school.
Then he died.
Then he tried again.
Then he died again.
Then, he tried again.
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No matter what he did or what he tired, he always got the same result.
He was stabbed, bludgeoned, chopped up, burned, strangled, mutilated, hanged, crushed-
Thanks, Kirigiri.
-Drowned, poisoned, shoot at and more stupid shit like that.
Naegi was losing it. Painfully and slowly, like a terminal disease, he was losing all of his sanity. He had to see the corpses of his classmates over and over, had to saw the despair eating his classmates many times, being executed and by a crime that he didn't commit and murdered by his supposed friends countless of times…
And the worst of all…
Having to hear Monokuma's voice. Over and over and over and over again…
Jesus Christ. What Naegi did in his past life to deserve this?
He doesn't know…nor does he care anymore.
It was funny how he had all the time to think about this…Before he was slammed, yet again, by the trash compactor…
Fuck you Kirigiri…
I don't know where this is going but I will know...sometime in the future.