As requested by MerryKayaday

Iruma's POV:

One of the first things I learned about him, was that he was way too innocent. At least it wasn't on Gokuhara's level, for fuck's sake that guy could be a preschooler! But because he never understood my dirty jokes as fast as the rest, or sometimes not at all.

He would also be shy around me, to the point I wondered if he did like like me, he's way too nice so I could see that happening. But he always came around for his routine checkup, and god thank you that was the best time in that hellhole, it was like my fantasies came true.

He was just a nice person. One of the only people I could stand who didn't happen to also die. He was there, didn't die in fucking messed up way like Akamatsu, or was a little piece of shit like Ouma, no he was a nice guy, must have had some brain since he survived longer than me. He was still there the day I died.

I would have killed him. If my plan in some fictional world worked, Monokuma would have killed him.

Desperation is a scary thing, oh god it gave me the willies, the second I saw the first fucking body it sunk in, like oh dang that could be me, oh hell no, so I did my best not to get murdered like the Amami kid or made into lunch meat like Akamatsu. Like dang mercy? Tojo went through fucking CHAINSAWS or whatever the heck those were.

I just wanted to live ok? Survive, what's the fucking problem with that?! It's not like I didn't do anything for them, those electro hammers and bombs, turns out the rat used them for something else, great.

So, now that it turns out I'm a nobody just a sad teen who got fucked up in the head there's only one person I want to see. The one person, who despite how shitty of a person I can sometimes be, actually is my friend.

So why would one of the nicest people in the game reject never respond to any of my requests to see him? Why does that hoe Maiko never make me plan what to say when I see him again like she made me do when it came to Akamatsu, Ouma, and Gokuhara?

Where the fuck is he? We're late on maintenance for fuck sake I don't care that I'm not the Ultimate Inventor anymore because guess what, I want to be his friend too.

But the world is a bitch so that's fucking great.

♤~♡~◇~♧

I'm done waiting. So instead of going off to therapy, or a lesson on why I shouldn't choke myself in my sleep volume fuckin 48, I am wandering the halls looking for him.

Honestly, everyone thinks I'm a fuckin wreck, my hair is a mess, my eyes look deader than the dodo, my flawless skin has pimples (fuck hormones), at least my melons weren't messed with or else we would have a problem.

Wonder what he looks like.

The rooms have patient names, our names are the same which is a relief because I can still boast my name, so I'm looking for an Idabashi or a Kiibo.

I mean he might have been a robot in the game and his real name some letters and numbers and that kind of shit, but it's probably still the same, right?

That's what I kept repeating to myself, our ward for the current game has maybe twenty rooms spread across two floors so that doesn't help, I don't find one patient room with his name.

Fuck this, why am I the knight in shining armor? He better let me install the vibrating feature after this for all the effort I'm putting in.

Twenty rooms.
Nothing.

I even checked for rooms with a different name, none it was always our names in-game, eventually, I decided to wander outside of the ward, it was easier than my ward due to the number of nurses being practically nonexistent here, the rooms had names I felt a strange sense of nostalgia for, which I guess was my bitch ass past selfs favorite characters or something.

God, why couldn't I be a model? Why did I have to be a psycho? 

The farther I went down the more I got the willies, the area wasn't like those asylum movies or anything like that, flickering lights and blood stains or cracks on the wall, it was even clean, but the silence, if the movies got anything right it was when to use silence as the soft beeping of monitors that echoed through the hallways sent fear down my spine.

What is Kiibo doing in this ward anyway?  What kind of shit did the game do to him that he needs to be separate from the rest of him? What if he's a human and he's got a fucking six-pack he's working on...ooh.

I liked the sound of that, would suck though, he was cute as a robot. He would probably like being human though...he actually would be a human huh...? I guess the only thing that would change is that I wouldn't need to give him upgrades...he would already have them preinstalled.

Oooh.

I finally reached a corner, there were no rooms around it, the room must have been giant when finally I had a feeling when I saw the name on the plack Chiharu Kosuke so I opened the door, inside was a large room with a wall that had a giant window separating you from the patient on the inside, I headed over to the door as I looked at the person on the bed...

They were in a tube.

I felt myself panic as I quickly got in, my god if I thought I looked like shit he looked like a mummy, his arms were twigs, his veins popping out of his skin that looked grey, his eyes had heavy bags and tubes and wires were everywhere on his body, one being what looked like was helping him breathe, he looked dead, making no noise when I came in the only sound emanating was the beeping of the machines going at a steady pace.

I don't know what told me this was him, his hair was a dark black color, and he was taller than he was in the game, not tall like Shinguji or Gokuhara, but definently not an Ouma, he still looked like he would have a naturally pale complexion though.

But the tube...

The tube was the same kind I was supposedly put in for the hellhole that was the killing game, and he was in that contraption, the headgear which I thought would look more like some kind of VR headset was wires attached to the head, seeming to connect him to some kind of software...

"Kiibo?" I asked, my voice sounded raspy, it was the first time I talked in weeks.

"Kiibo? You there...hey...I can tell Ouma you got a dick now...can you...can you hear me? Kiibs, can you hear me? It's me...Iruma...Miu...I'm not dead, so neither are you so get the fuck up right now Mr...please" I pleaded.

"Don't leave me alone..." I muttered.

Creak

I turned around hearing the sound of someone entering the room, he was wearing the same kind of hospital getups like Maiko, a lab coat, black pants, and fancy shoes, the Danganronpa pin on his coat he looked at me confused.

He had lilac hair, and was probably just as short as Ouma and had the look that made me think he was a kid, looking aloof, his hair was long and had an ahoge on it, but his face...his face had the kind of look like you couldn't trust him for some reason as he smiled at me as if he was happy for a surprise. And I'm not kidding he looked exactly like a girl minus the chest, but not every girl has bajoongas. Against his chest was a locket that looked goldish.

"Well this is a surprise, Miu Iruma right?" he asked, his voice was low and seemed aloof, I nodded, "did you get lost? Should I take you back to your ward? Maiko has been going crazy looking for you..." he told me, he didn't seem concerned about it though.

I shook my head, "well I won't stop you from doing as you please...Kioshi Masa, at your service" he said smiling, it sent creeps down my back, he didn't seem human in the way he spoke, as if he lacked genuine emotion and was trying to compensate for that with whatever shit this is.

"He can't hear you," he told me with understanding to what his statement meant to me, "he's in the Neo World Program still," he told me, I raised an eyebrow "has Maiko not told you anything? She always seems to skip this part, she's an odd girl" he remarked.

"He's the camera, don't you know," he told me, "as a camera he has one purpose in function, to remain in the Neo World Program for every single season of Danganronpa till his body collapses under the pressure and break," he said. He was still smiling, it wasn't malicious though...just soulless...

"What do you mean till his body breaks?" I asked, "I mean till he dies, of course, I thought the inventor would have gotten the machine analogy," he said confused, tilting his head a little, "WHAT?!" I asked, "that's fucked up! Wake him up!" I demanded.

"So you want him to die? I thought you were friends" he said, "huh?" I asked he made a tsk sound as if scolding a child, "Iruma san, you don't understand the Neo World Programs effects do you?" He asked I shook my head.

"For every game, you are put into your brain gets new data to override the old, that stress leads the brain to have problems psychologically and physically like you and Akamatsu san keep nearly choking yourselves to death, or Ouma san losing his motor controls, and that's one game, so Iruma san imagine what happens when that data is overwritten again, and again, and again, and again, so many times that whoever you were before the simulation is buried under so much data, that your brain believes you have died so many deaths that if we let him wake up, he would die in the same breath," he told me.

My eyes widened, "why would you do this to him?" I asked pissed,  "we? I'm sorry Iruma san, I was in recovery during his process, I did nothing" he told me. My eyes widened, "you were in the games?" I asked him nodded, "I thought you would remember, Kioshi Masa, the ultimate Hypnotist, season 49," he told me.

"That still doesn't answer why he became your so-called camera in the first place asshole" I reminded, trying to distract myself from the person ahead of me. Did the game make him emotionless?

"They got a waver," he told me simply, "a fucking waver?! That's enough to make you think, oh this is fine! Let's put this fucking teenager in a pod till he DIES! WHAT A GREAT FUCKING IDEA! ALL BECAUSE SOMEONE SIGNED A FUCKING PIECE OF PAPER!" I screamed.

"He was going to die anyway," he told me, I felt my heart stop, "what?" I asked, "right after my game two years ago maybe this boy was diagnosed with tuberculosis, modern medicine couldn't save him so his parents instead tied his conscience to the Neo World Program which made his body sleep and stalls the disease from claiming his life, what a miracle look at him, he is still alive," he told me.

"Aren't you happy? You got to meet him because he was your camera, and next season another girl might want to form an equally beneficial partnership with him, it will be such a sight to see season 54" he told me smiling.

You're dying...you're dying...no...no....NO!  WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU WORLD!?! WHY?! WHY DOES HE NEED TO DIE?! OUT OF ALL THE SHITHEADS THIS WORLD HAS TO OFFER YOU CLAIMED HIM?! THIS IS FUCKED UP! I REFUSE! I...

Don't leave me alone...Kiibo...

I felt myself crying as he looked at me confused, "did I confuse you? My apologies" he said.

As if enough apologies in the world can fix this.

Come back. Please come back....why?

He didn't try to comfort me, only watched, till he finally said "unfortunately I cannot understand the emotions you are feeling, my apologies, Iruma san, but it is to your benefit to know the boy you knew as Kiibo is being overridden as we speak, he does not exist just like you do not exist Iruma san, but I can tell you his final thoughts as told by my spreadsheet was this" he said, flipping his clipboard to a page.

I'll see you soon, Miu.

The world is a bitch.

And I can't stop crying.

So when that attack happened...why...why did someone take my only hope left...and unplug him from the machines?

Who killed him?