Dribble slowly woke up to the sound of the P.A system turning on.

“Goooood morning everyone! It is now 7 am. All nighttime rules are gone until 10 pm. Have fun!” Monokuma spoke before turning off the P.A system.

Dribble got up, took his pajamas off, and put his work uniform back on. He exited his room, seeing Heket and Alastor in the hall.

“I could make my Jambalaya for breakfast, if anyone wants that! Trust me, my mother makes it the best.” Alastor spoke.

“Remember, Gourmand is on breakfast duty today. I don't think he’ll even let you into the kitchen.” Heket scoffed.

“Can I walk with you two to breakfast?” Dribble asked when he caught up to them.

“Sure!” Alastor nodded.

“Of course.” Heket agreed.

Once the three had made it into the mess hall, they saw that Gourmand had made french toast.

Dribble got himself a plate, before sitting down and eating it. He looked around, seeing everyone chatting together.

‘Who should I spend some time with myself?’ Dribble thought.

‘Bill. Bill seems like a good idea.’ Dribble went over to Bill, and sat across from him.

“...Hi, Dribble.” Bill spoke. “I take it that you wanna spend some time with me?”

“Yeah.” Dribble nodded. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Go ahead.” He said.

“What war did you serve in to get your title, if you don't mind me asking?” Dribble asked.

“Vietnam. U.S. Army 1st Special Forces Group was my regiment, if you couldn't tell from my beret.” Bill said. “I served two tours in it. But even after all of that, all I wanted was an enemy to fight.”

“Did you ever get such an enemy?” Dribble asked.

“I can't remember.” Bill spoke. “Can I ask you a question, kid?”

“Sure.” Dribble replied.

“When Jimmy and I talked on the first day, he mentioned you know someone named Spitz. Who is Spitz?” Bill spoke.

“Spitz!” Dribble chuckled. “He’s a cat, and he works at Diamond Taxi with me. He's technically my boss, but he's more like my best friend.”

“And how did you get your title?” Bill asked.

“Well, our taxi is space capable, so maybe that’s why.” Dribble spoke. “Dr. Crygor made our Taxi capable of going into space.”

“...You know what?” Bill asked. “I'm not gonna even question that at this rate, given the other insane things I heard.”

Then the two heard a ping from their Monopod, and looked down at their Monopods, and saw that Monkuma had sent a message.

Captain_Monokuma: Everyone, go to the lounge RN

DribbleDrive: Ok

DribbleDrive has left the chat.

Dribble glanced at Bill, before getting up and heading to the lounge.

Crap was about to hit the fan, and no one even knew it.