"Done exchanging sob stories and goodbyes? If not, tooooooo bad!" 

"Wait!" Locke cried out.

Ignoring his cries, Monokuma slammed a mallet on the red button.

Just like with Hiroko, on the small screen that had raised in front of him, a sprite of Locke bounced up and down before a Monokuma sprite dragged it off the screen.

L O C K E  N A G A R A S H I  W A S  F O U N D  G U I L T Y

C O M M E N C I N G  E X E C U T I O N

Machine Gone Haywire

LOCKE NAGARASHI'S EXECUTION: EXECUTED

Locke found himself, shivering, tied to a table.

"No, no, nononono," he whispered, yanking at the leather bonds that held him to the table. "Oh god, no, not a hospital."

The scent of medicine filtered through the air, and Locke tugged relentlessly in attempt to get out.

A shadow caught Locke's eye, as if someone's shadow was gliding across the wall.

"Please! Someone! Help me!"

Chatter suddenly buzzed in his ears, but no one came to his aid. 

"PLEASE! HELP ME!"

Yellow tape.

Yellow tape, wrapped around the table, warning no one to come. Yellow tape, only allowing people to watch. 

A gun was lowered from the ceiling, and Locke stared into the lenses of his old invention.

The trigger clicked.

Immediately, cold rooted itself in his veins as blue goo splattered all over him, leaving the boy shivering, frozen. 

God, I'm frozen... and how to stop from freezing yourself is to squirm... thrash wildly to get the blood pumping...

So he did. 

Yet, he was still strapped just as tightly to the table, no matter how hard he struggled. 

A Monokuma doctor appeared in front of him, a gas mask over it's nightmarish face. Locke, sweat beading on his brow, stared at him, teeth sinking into his bottom lip as the Monokuma held up a small lump, then dropped it.

The container shattered against his chest, and immediately, his throat clogged up. 

This... this are my prank inventions...! 

As poisonous gas filled Locke's lungs, leaving him gasping for breath, another container was dropped on his chest, breaking just like the last one.

This time, it smelled like honey when he breathed it in- only to realize what it was as the entire room started to melt in his vision.

W-What? Hallucinogenic gas...? I thought I had completely.... completely... de... destroyed that...

As Locke's chest heaved, and his mind spun, someone jabbed his jaw and forced his mouth open before stuffing something metal inside.

05. 

Locke felt the rubber taste of wire.

04.

The machine vibrated in his mouth.

03.

The timer, unknown to him, blinked at everyone looking down at the poor boy. 

02.

Locke tugged at his restraints once more.

01.

The Monokuma doctors took a step back.

00.

The bomb exploded, leaving a burnt mess of a body behind.

The Ultimate Inventor, Locke Nagarashi, was dead.