The Last Sleep

**The Last Sleep** is the name of Hansuke Yasuda's execution, as featured in Danganronpa: Operation V.K..

This execution was never executed, as Hansuke committed suicide. However, it was discovered behind the Post Office in Compound vK, and two surviving participants were able to view a demo for how the execution would proceed.

## Sequence

*Excerpt taken from Chapter 86 of Danganronpa: Operation V.K.*

“HEY KIDS! Won't you call my name again and again?” Monokuma appeared. “Now, any sane person could tell you that you're clearly here to hear about *The Last Sleep*, the execution we've prepared for Hansuke Yasuda, the Ultimate Salesman! And away we go!”

Girl N, Girl X, Boy D. “Hanky-pank Boy Q gets whisked away through by our MK-Brand *The Claw*! He's sent through our fantabulous twisty-turny passages because we haven't got the timey-wimey to keep anyone waiting!” And was taken, as it turned out, to this very room. “But his room isn't very nice, because he is a murderer, after all.”

Boy Q looked around the room for some time, but all he was able to find was a cardboard box lying atop the bed. Left with no recourse, he sighed wearily and opened it. “Inside the box is his invoice— we've got quite a lot to sell today, so let's get to work!”

From inside the box, a chain shot out, grasping Boy Q's neck and trapping him against the bed. He struggled for a bit, but it intensified when he saw the drawers on the desk and nightstand opening. From within the drawers, a slow, but ordered march of what appeared to be animate household tools appeared; a staple remover led the charge, followed by some markers, gauze, plungers, paper clips, kitchen clips, multi-tools, spatulas... Soon, Boy Q was surrounded by wares he'd presumably sold in the past.

“It seems Boy Q's wares aren't too happy about being peddled, so it's time for him to get a taste of his own medicine!” The paper clips stabbed themselves into his hands, and some rubber bands forced his arms to remain spread. He lay in a pose reminiscent of... 'crucifixion?' Shinobu nodded.

The staple remover, with the assistance of some sewing needles, began to tear apart Hansuke's precious coat thread by threat, working with devilishly quick movements to tear away one of Hansuke's only possessions, and had his mouth not been shut by the kitchen clips, he would presumably have screamed. A meat thermometer then stabbed itself into his left flank, and the multi-tools began to make slight incisions into Boy Q's flesh. “We have to check to make sure the product is up to satisfactory standards.”

Without his coat on, Boy Q looked unnervingly naked, but the army knives, courtesy of the multi-tools, digging into his legs became more and more intense, clearly cutting deep enough to hit bone. The markers and some small price tags began working together to stick the tags with price tags (listed in 'Monocoins') to parts of Boy Q's body. Tags for his finger, left foot, ears, nose, and more, no part of Boy Q's body was safe from this onslaught.

Suddenly, though, it all ceased. The bed suddenly retracted into the wall, and the paper clips stuck Boy Q's arms to the floor instead. His legs were numb from the pain, no doubt. The appliances began moving out of the way, and the strings holding them aloft disappeared, as Monokuma, in a ceiling compartment, began moving towards the top of the room's light fixture. “Looks like he's up to satisfactory standards! The MK-Brand name can't accept any less, after all. Now, to prepare him for *packaging*!”

Flipping a switch, the light fixture changed shape, suddenly becoming visibly sharper, a stainless steel, cubed slicer with lightbulbs. “You know what they say— wanna make an omelet, you gotta cut a few onions! Puhuhuhu!” He slammed the lever, and in the instant before the lights went out, Nanako saw the chandelier descend, then a horrifying, painful slicing noise.

A few gross, wet packaging noises later, and the lights came back on, revealing a set of about ten boxes containing various regions of Boy Q's body, a map of the area present on the fronts. “Your very own bit of Hansuke Yasuda's corpse! Only 100 Monocoins at your local school store.”