DRR3

=== C̴̨̢̀H̸̵A̵̕P̸̶̀͘͘T̴͟E̸̸̢R̕͢͠ ͘͡͞█̴̨͢͡ ===
The group of students stood in a circle facing each other. It was a Class Trial, to determine who had been the one to break the peace of their so-called "field trip". The tentative peace that had been shattered once before by the bear that now sits laughing at them.
They slammed the red buttons on their pedestals, locking in who they believed had murdered one of their classmates. It was a simple murder, all clues pointed towards one party.
"Oh is that who you all thought it was?" The crazed monochromatic bear sitting in the bright red throne laughed. He was the mastermind of this event, the one who forced the students into the 'Killing School Trip': Monokuma. "Well I'm sorry to say, but you're WRONG!"
Gasps of shock and confusion echoed through the courtroom. An incorrect verdict meant one thing - the bear had drilled this message into their heads. The students hung their heads as they held in their anger, their despair.
"If that's the case, then who?" One voice cried out, but was ignored as Monokuma's maniacal laughter echoed through the circular chamber.
"Now then, in accordance with the rules of the Killing Field Trip, you all know what's happening now!" Monokuma screamed as he pulled out a gavel. Raising it above his head, he let out a long shout. "It's punishment tiiiiiiiiime!" And he smashed the small hammer into the large red button in front of him.
All at once, the ground began to move. Every pedestal, seemingly of their own volition, began to move, taking the student standing at it with them. One person tried to step off the platform they stood on, only for spikes to poke upwards around them; a fence to trap them on their way to their doom.
Monokuma laughed at the sight. Every student under his "care" was now to be executed - all students, that is, except for the murderer.
The murderer could only watch as all of their friends were pulled towards one wall, a cage wall sudden crashing down to prevent their escape. "Normally these would be more elaborate," Monokuma began to explain. "But with this many of you I just want to get it over quickly."
"Wait, but that means-" One student called out, finally understanding the reasoning behind leaving one person on the other side.
"You're the killer?" "It was you?" Cries of anguish, of hatred and confusion, arose from the prisoners on death row. They couldn't comprehend it - the identity of the one who committed the sin of murder.
"Do you think this is a game?" One voice cried out in desperation, madness filling their eyes. This was the one cry that resonated with the killer, who now turned to face their friends.
"Yes. I do." The killer stated, their eyes blank and face devoid of emotion. They were unflinching in the wave of despair that stood before them.
"You bitch!"
"Allow me to reintroduce myself. Then you'll understand." The killer began, ignoring the insults hurling towards them.
They took a deep breath, one that silenced the entire room.
"My name is Chiaki Nanami, and I am the Ultimate Gamer."
Monokuma laughed at that reintroduction, the words settling into the hearts of the pink-haired girl's classmates. She spoke once more as the cackling echoed through her mind. "This, too, was merely a game I needed to win."
The Ultimate Gamer - Chiaki Nanami - turned around at that, facing away from her classmates.
Her classmates could only watch as she began to slowly walk away.
"Well then, is everyone ready?" Monokuma shouted, but did not wait for an answer. In his paw he held a remote control and immediately smashed a button upon it as the words exited his mouth.
Chiaki faced away, not watching as the ceiling fell away, crushing her classmates and turning them into nothing but splats on the ground. It was over in seconds, but she took in every sense. The cries, the pleas for a way to escape this fate, the sound of the ceiling falling away... Then, the scent of blood, the sounds of bones cracking and blood vessels being popped as if mere balloons.
She did not shed a single tear.
"So, what do you want to do now?" Monokuma asked after a pregnant pause. His eye glowed a bright red, bathing her in the colour of the blood she spilled. When she didn't answer, he asked something else. "Tell me, do you feel remorse for your actions? Despair that you killed your friends?"
"Everything I do is for the sake of the future." She whispered, her voice barely audible even to herself.
"Huh?" Monokuma tilted his head, his playful smile looking somewhat innocent despite the scene behind him. Chiaki finally spun around and faced him, taking in the visage of her enemy.
"I still need to win this game." She finally said.
"Is that so? And how do you intend to do that?" Monokuma's eternal smile seemed more daunting than ever to Chiaki, yet she stood steadfast.
"The greatest gamers know how to take advantage of the engines they're given." She said. Chiaki stepped towards Monokuma, who suddenly flinched as he did not expect her to act so courageous. "'If the blackened is not exposed, the remaining students will be executed. As a reward, the surviving blackened will be forgiven of their crime and allowed to leave the island.'" Chiaki had memorized all the rules they had been given, and now read two off without any flaws. She pulled her hand back and said one more, her face full of determination. "'Extreme violence is prohibited on this island. Please live peaceful and relaxing lives with your fellow students.'"
With that last quote, she threw her hand forwards. It was fast, Monokuma couldn't dodge it - the powerful punch of the Ultimate Gamer. He flew backwards, but she was trailing him. His back on the ground, Chiaki unzipped her hoodie and revealed a knife - the same weapon she had earlier committed murder with - and pulled it over her head with anger in her eyes. "Whoa whoa whoa, what are you doing?" Monokuma cried. "You can't do this it's..."
"Against the rules?" With that, Chiaki slammed the knife down into one of Monokuma's paws. As she expected, no blood spilled and the cut was clean; he truly was a robot. "I think this constitutes 'extreme violence', correct?"
"Eh?" Monokuma looked at his paw, the knife sticking out of it, and then back at Chiaki. He was confused, it was clear from the way he did not act immediately.
Chiaki just stood up now. "Tell me Monokuma, these rules are the bones of this world, correct? So what should happen if two must be carried out, yet conflict one another?"
Monokuma stared at her for a moment, then realized what she meant. "The rules state that you can leave the island and that your crime will be forgiven, yet now I must punish you for a new crime. And that means you can't leave the island."
Chiaki nodded.
"I should have expected something like this from the Ultimate Gamer. Yes, you're right." Monokuma sat up. "If I were to kill you here, the world would collapse."
"Do it."
"I can't say I quite understand what you expect to happen next, not even I know."
"I've got an idea."
Monokuma chuckled. "Is that so? Well then, this might just end up being a lot more fun than I expected." Sharp claws protruded from Monokuma's paw as he raised it into the air, ready to strike. "You know, I think I like you, Chiaki Nanami."
"And you certainly made a game that's fun to break." Chiaki smiled, her eyes revealing to the robotic bear that this smile was genuine. He laughed.
"Let's have some fun, then, shall we?" Monokuma screamed and swiped his claw.
T̪̣̤̙h̶̻͓̥̤̖̗ḛ̷ c̵͉̬̙̳̰͖la̹̙w̵̦̟̤͎̪̰͚ ̰s̭̥̰̝͙͘t͙͈̞̤͈͘r̼̯̝̪̯͚̳͜ư̯c̹̗̳͓̳͈̼k̮̦ ̴C̟͉̘̜h̰̙̮̼̪̗ͅi̻͔ak̯͖͖i̡̥̥̹ ̛͙͍̻̺̤N͕̮̪͈͔̻͢a̞̯̭̗̟̟͍͠n͟ḁ̬̠̲̭̕mi̧̻ ͍i̟̦̥n̘̪͖ t̨̤h͜e̶̤ ̩͕̣͚̮c͙̬̦̣̝̖h͏̪͖͚̭e̳͎ͅs̨̮̖t̥̤̱̰̥̤͘,̼̳̮͡ ҉̜̹̭̪̲͖c̳͇̲̺̗̬̫ṷ̣͇͞t̳̮̜͍͈̬̟t̲i҉͚n̶̤ǵ̲͙͔̭̞̫ ṯ̳͉̪̕h̷̥r͔̣̮o͇̻̹u͚͈̲̜͚̖͙g͙h̵͙̖̤̺̰ ̪͖͡h̯͈̩̲̼̗e̴͖̥̹̮͓ͅŗ͓͍ ͓̘̙̟s͎̻̟̮̜̟k͈͇̬͎i̴̙n͙̦̹̗̰ ̖a̹s̨̻̜̖͈̼̠̬ ͘i̕ͅf͚͔̦͉͠ ̛̜̝̣̖͇̙͙i͏̩̗̪̱̟̲̥ṯ̛̤ ͚̗̮͈͉̘w͎̻͕̦̲e̛͙̱͕̗͍̮r̼̥̤̻̻e ͇̱̻͘ṯh͓̩͚̥̜i̺̯͇̦n͈̪̹̰̗ͅn͖̰̖er̠̼̙̻ ̜t̖͈̰͚͔͓ḥ͇̮̻̕a͏͙̙͍n̬̱ ̯p̣̦͉͓̣̭̀a̱̮̣̱̥͇p̠̤̕e̬̣r̖̠̟.̜͕͈ ͝B̙̲͈̺̘l̖̗̞o̬o̟̩̙̦d ̯̹s͢p̭̤͢e̖̺̱̙̭͉w̡̗̱͙̬̤̭̻e͕͟d̜̤̲̀ ͇͕̖͉͉͜o̝͔͔̗u͇̟͈̙̰̤̥̕t͚̻̟,̥̬̬̩͉͕͚ ̶͓͉̳̱͖̫c̫o̹̺͎v̩̯͎͚͚e͇̗̤̻̬̱͓r̨̝̮͔̜͉̖̠i͔̖͞ǹ̲͉̞g̗̯͕͈̗̙̮ ̱̭̀M͟o͠n҉̤̱͍̖̣o̻͇̤͈k͓̠u͖̗͘m̧̭͖͇a͎̬̤͉̕,̧̯̖̹͔͈̬ ̕ye̤͙̘̮̖̪͜t̲̤ ̹͚̟̮͟C̪̠͙̤̬͎̱h̶̰̦̝̦̱̟͔i̧̝͎͖̳̦ͅa̷̖̼͎͈̬ͅḱ̜͇̠i̶̻̣̺'̬͈͈̩ș̙̭̯͉̙ ̹̻̳͚͝s̠̹͓̀m̨͚̝̮͈̝̦i͖͚̙͈̬̙̩͝l͏͍̟̯̗e͙̻̝ ͇͡p̨̖͉̖er͚̯͟s̳͍͞i̱ş̹̥̩̟̟t̶e̟̳͙͇̪͖̭͟d̸̦͔ͅ.
"̸҉̩̙G̛̯ḁ̡̥̮̕m̵͚̬͝e͔̬̕ ͏̡̰͕̯̪̥̗̲̳͟o͕̖̯̱͍̗͎͟v̨͓̮͍̪̜͍͕͠e̶̥͉͙̱̰͘ŕ̖͉̹,̷̷͉̙͔̙͕̳́ ̴̛̼̼̻M̨͔͇̤͎͎̖i͓̭̬̰͕͈s̝̜̜̼̦̰̥͢͢s̷̼̘̕͡ ̷͇͡G̹͔a͔m̨̭̞̺̗̥̟̤͡ḛ̤̝̱̖̝̀͝͠r҉̛̣̻̲͈͖̼̀.̸͇̟̼̼̹͢"̢̝̮̤̕
"̵̴̛͔͙͙̀͠N͡͏̵̟̮̝̫̖̘̠̺̪̪͖̪͚͡ơ̶̧̰̲̳͖̞̩̫̖͚̥̠͇̞̼̖̠͟,̢̪͚̝͉͕̙̺̯͇̩̩͈̯̳̫́͘ ̢̤̣͙̺͕͟͠I̵̶̸̜̹̦̗̹̬̥̱̲̯̬̙ ̷̥̱̜̱̥̮̗̲̻̟͘͢͢ͅc͏̸̰͙͍̭͕̳̟̺̠̬̰͙͖̱̹͜͞͠ớ̩͍̤̳̬̺͉͖̼̣̞̫͎̯͕̞̺̤͘͞l̵̢̨̥̪͇̘̙̯̲̹͙̦͇͉̳̭̹̹̞̹̝͠͝l̴̷̛̜̩͖̝͓̗͈͔̼͡e̶̛̥͕̤̞͈̳̮̮̭͎̜̯͖̦̲̰̤̫͞c̵̸̝̱͎̙͎̥̣̞͘t҉͍̲̫̻͔ͅe̡̢̱̮̭̤̪͚̭̝̟̪͙̖̻̫̫͔̮̘d̵̫̞̱̜̲̰̝̲̀͟ͅ ҉͕̩̖͔̮͉͈̯̦͚͙͍͎͈̝̯͠à̩͍̥̫̣̤̭̫̻̲̀ ̵̠̜̪͔̰̮̀1̴̸̞̣̻͍͍̲̖̞̖͍̖̩̯̜̞̯̕͜-̶̬͕̬̹̼̰́̕ͅU̢̻̺͔͘͜ṕ̵̷̗̠͍͎̤̜͇̙͟͜.̛͘͏̡̬̹͙͉̪̩̩̜̪̘̱͚̫̥̟̺̤̬͢ͅ"̴̧̠͖̦̜̼͇̤͈͟͢͟
And with that, everything went black.