Paint it Black

**Paint it Black** is the name of Asuka Ishikawa's execution, as featured in Dangan Ronpa: Things That Never Happened.

Unlike other executions from Things That Never Happened, this execution has been shown in both its standard and ensemble forms. In the Green Route, the execution is presented in its standard form. In the Yellow Route, the execution featured Asuka's surviving classmates- Minoru Fujita, Masuyo Okawa, Kenta Hasekura, Itsuki Yamasaki, and Kazue Kanagaki- as punishment for failing to convict Asuka.

## Sequence

### Standard

*Excerpt taken from Chapter 95 of Dangan Ronpa: Things That Never Happened*

Asuka opened her eyes and saw a bright light and a camera pointed towards her. She sat up, trying to process her surroundings.

She had been dropped on a field surrounded by strange structures. It was reminiscent of a paintball arena, but held none of the childlike innocence. It was a stage of malice.

Nothing seemed to be happening immediately. She slowly stood up, brushing dust off her clothes, and looked around.

The grass was in fact fake turf, and her arms and face were slightly scratched from landing on it. As she rubbed her minor injuries, a Monokuma popped out from behind one of the structures.

Asuka took an active stance, preparing for anything. As the Monokuma whipped out a large paintball gun and pointed it at her, Asuka dived behind a wooden box.

The shot echoed around the arena. Asuka nervously raised her head to see that black ink now stained the turf. Smoke rose up from it.

From other parts of the arena, other Monokumas appeared and began firing at the field. The lethal rainfall was unending.

Asuka kept low to the ground, creeping behind the larger structures. She hadn’t been directly targeted since the first Monokuma appeared, but she was not out of the woods. Rather, more trees were growing around her with every passing second.

It took her a moment to realize that she was crying again, faced with the fact that she was going to die here.

Were her friends watching? Were they unable to look away from her grisly fate, like bystanders of a traffic accident? Or had they averted their eyes, not willing the face the carnage?

It didn’t matter. Her fate was set in stone.

Asuka crawled further along, tensing as ink splattered against the boards that only barely hid her from the onslaught. The shots were getting more intense by the moment, and her hands were scratched beyond belief.

As much as she didn’t want to die here, her hopes for the situation had hit rock bottom.

About twenty feet from where she was currently hiding was a metal ladder. It lead up to a large, open air vent. Asuka stared at it, trying to figure out if it was worth it to run. It could easily be a trap, but it could theoretically lead her out.

Either she chanced running to it, or she stayed crouched in a heap for whatever remained of her miserable life. Neither option was appealing, but at least one choice was active.

That had to mean something.

Asuka braced herself, then burst from her hiding place as fast as she physically could. Instantly, blots of ink burst on her skin, but she pushed forwards and threw herself up the ladder.

The barrage grew stronger as she desperately climbed up. Her body screamed with agony, but Asuka kept stretching up, trying to grab the air vent. It was always just out of reach.

As her fingers finally brushed steel, she took several shots to the side. It was enough to knock her off balance and cause her to fall right to the ground. She landed face first on the turf, wailing as she felt it slice her face open.

The shots continued endlessly, until she felt completely numb.

And then she felt nothing at all.

Asuka Ishikawa was dead.

### Ensemble

*Excerpt taken from Chapter 93 of Dangan Ronpa: Things That Never Happened*

The five of them had been dropped on a field surrounded by strange structures. It was reminiscent of a paintball arena, but held none of the childlike innocence. It was a stage of malice.

Nothing seemed to be happening immediately. They slowly got to their feet, brushing dust off their clothes, and looked around the field. They spoke amongst themselves, but Asuka heard nothing but garble.

As they took a few nervous steps forward, a Monokuma brandishing a paintball gun suddenly popped out. It grinned at them savagely, before firing a shot of black ink directly at Minoru’s heart.

They stumbled, trying to keep their balance, but the blood that spilled from their chest at the same time won out, and they collapsed on the field, dead within seconds.

Kazue jabbed her cane into the Monokuma’s head, effectively destroying it, but it was far too late. Elsewhere in the arena, other Monokumas were already popping up, preparing to take the perfect shot.

They scattered amongst the structures, desperate to hide as black ink rained down from their deadly opponents.

The grass, as it turned out, was a harsh, fake turf. In her rapid attempt to flee, Masuyo had obtained a gash on her leg, and was now struggling to keep crawling forwards.

Presumably safe from the fire, she pressed her back against a wall and tried to examine the wound. She was bleeding heavily, and the gash seemed like it was already infected. She gasped, trying to control her breathing.

It didn’t matter. A Monokuma popped up in front of her, a cruel grin on its face as it pressed the gun to her forehead.

Masuyo closed her eyes and took the shot at full force, slumping to the ground as red and black stained the turf.

Across the arena, the others were not faring much better. Kazue was continuing to destroy every Monokuma in her path, but she was growing much weaker with every strike.

Meanwhile, Kenta and Itsuki were scaling a ladder that was dangerously left out in the open. Both of them had been hit at least once, judging by the ink dripping off them, but the shots had not been lethal. At the top of the ladder was a large, open air vent. Perhaps it was an escape route. Perhaps it was too good to be true.

As they got closer to the top, a Monokuma shot at Kenta’s back several times in quick succession. Though he tried to cling to the ladder, it quickly became too difficult, and he fell to the ground in a heap.

With the last of his strength, he gestured for Itsuki to keep going without him. Predictably, Itsuki didn’t listen and scrambled back down, trying to pull Kenta to his feet. With the two of them vulnerable, it wasn’t long before one of the few remaining Monokumas targeted them both.

Seeing that they were in danger, Kazue sprinted towards them and desperately swung at the Monokuma. However, her intervention came too late, and Itsuki fell limply to the ground beside the already still Kenta.

She had no time to grieve, and barely managed to spin around and strike down an approaching Monokuma. As it went flying, she wheezed and looked around the arena desperately.

Save for the occasional sparking noise, and her own ragged breathing, it was silent. She was the lone survivor of the civil war.

...But Kazue had not escaped unscathed.

She pulled her hand away from her side, and came away bloody. Whether this was a result of the execution, or simply her prior wound reopening due to her exertion was unknown.

It didn’t matter. It didn’t change the fact that Kazue did not have long.

Leaning on her now bent cane, she limped across the ink stained battlefield. For one moment, she looked directly into the camera, closed her eyes, and slowly shook her head.

Then, she lay down on the grass next to Minoru, interlacing her blood stained fingers with theirs. She drew her last breath with the faintest smile on her face.