Danganronpa 3 Despair Arc just released its seventh episode last Thursday. Now, the events of that episode immediately precedes Danganronpa 0. Y’know, the novel that fans translated a long time ago and you can pretty much find online anywhere (buuuut if you want the .pdf, then you’ll need to find someone who does have it). So naturally, that means that you need to read Danganronpa 0 for you to catch up to Despair Arc before episode 8, right?
Thing is, Danganronpa 0 isn’t that good, or at least I didn’t like it. I don’t recommend it, but since it is essential, it might very much be required for the episode. So here’s a quick summary of the thing that shouldn’t be too much to read.
Note: I will be summarizing this assuming that you have played the first and second games (Danganronpa Trigger Happy Havoc and Danganronpa 2 Goodbye Despair) as well as have watched up to episode 7 of Despair Arc. It’s pretty important that you’re caught up on those first.
If you still don’t want to take my word on Danganronpa 0 being bad and still want to read it for yourself, here’s the page for it on the Danganronpa Wiki. You’ll find all the chapters posted online there:
Also: IF YOU HAVE NOT PLAYED DANGANRONPA OR DANGANRONPA 2, OR WATCHED DANGANRONPA 3 DESPAIR ARC UP TILL EPISODE 7, DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER. MAJOR SPOILERS.
Now the story starts off with Junko kicking a body and getting a kick herself out of another one of her ideas. Whatever it is, we don’t know.
Anyone who’s seen pictures of the novel knows that this here is our protagonist, Ryoko Otanashi. She’s a member of Hope’s Peak Academy who’s lost her memories, and has trouble retaining memory to the point where she may even immediately forget what you had just told her five minutes ago. So what she does is hang out at the lab with Yatsuda Matsuda, whom she has developed a crush for due to him being the only person she remembers. They were also childhood friends. Yatsuda is trying to help her regain her memories. To help remember, Ryoko has a notebook which she writes in every bit of new information she gains in order to be able to look back to it at any time.
Yatsuda Matsuda is the Ultimate Neurologist. If anyone here read Danganronpa IF after finishing Danganronpa 2, he’s the guy mentioned at the end to have been responsible for the memory-loss-retaining device thingy that Junko used to make the students in the School Life of Mutual Killing forget. Also, the reason he’s the Ultimate Neurologist is because his mother died to a neurotic disease and he excelled in studying that because of it.
What he does is spend time at the lab trying to help Ryoko with her memory issue with his devices, and during the progress of the story, he’s called upon by the council for help with the investigations. He is told that there are two survivors from the event: the Ultimate Hope, Izuru Kamakura, and the Ultimate Student Council President, Soshun Murasame. The former went missing, whereas the latter is in a state of coma and it’s up to Yatsuda to try and interrogate him to find out what had happened. Soshun also made a cameo in Despair Arc.
You probably know this, but I will repeat it just in case. Since this all takes place after episode 7, this is immediately after The Tragedy. It’s when Junko pits Izuru Kamakura and all the Student Council members against one another in a death match. Y’know, all the people in the picture above. They all kill each other as Izuru just watches them all kill one another and does nothing, only to have Junko pin it all on him by leaking the news to the Reserve Course whom then start the “Parade”. Our story begins immediately after this event.
Early in the story, Junko encounters Ryoko and tells her that she had stolen her other notebook responsible for her more “long-term” memories, that even have information on her past and whatnot (she remembers nothing from it). So Ryoko is baited into a location where she gets to talk with Junko, whom constantly annoys her with weird questions and ideas. The party is eventually crashed by this guy down here.
Isshiki Madari, the Ultimate Bodyguard. As a fellow classmate of the Student Council, he was absent during the Tragedy, or “first mutual killing”, and is doing investigations on his own over what at happened. All he knows is that Junko Enoshima is involved and that’s who he’s searching for. He traded blows with Junko before she made like a tree and fucked off.
Anyways, Isshiki later turns to Ryoko. Since she was just talking with Junko, he immediately assumes that she has something to do with her. Ryoko gets a jolt to her brain where she remembers her ability: the Ultimate Analyzer (if you’ve been paying attention to the first game and Despair Arc, you know where this is headed), so she manages to trick him into getting a bookcase fall onto him and pin him down, but she loses conscious immediately, not before Junko comes back and snaps Isshiki’s neck. She wakes up in her room again.
After some time, Ryoko meets up with Yuto Kamishiro, the Ultimate Spy. He’s so short that people can easily miss him unless he makes himself apparent to them (making it easy for him to sneak around and spy). Immediately before her meeting with Junko, she made a lot of noise looking for her notebook, and he happened to hear her. So he would like to help her for the cost of, well, sex. He constantly keeps making advances at her throughout the novel so perverted that the translators couldn’t even properly translate it. Also, he really likes pastries if you couldn’t tell. This isn’t really relevant but he got a small cameo in episode 5 of Despair Arc.
As the story progresses, Jin Kirigiri, the principal, eventually calls Kyouko Kirigiri, the Ultimate ??? whom we later learned was the Ultimate Detective, to do some background investigations on what had happened. Just to save time, in the end she finds nothing and Jin tells her not to investigate anymore.
For the rest of the story, Yuto Kamishiro finds new information every time about the events. Sometimes, the students. Sometimes, Izuru. You know. He reports back to Ryoko every time. Isshiki somehow came back from the dead and hunts Ryoko, only to be defeated every single time. Junko keeps bothering Ryoko without anyone knowing, and near the end she tells Ryoko that she will kill “her beloved Yatsuda”, which puts her in a frenzy mood.
At some point during the story, Ryoko is taken to this secret shelter in the Reserve Course building after passing out after a meeting with Junko, where she meets this maid here. She walks around and finds other kids with Monokuma heads glued to monitors, all of them playing footage of the Tragedy over and over again. This is where we learn that the students all killed themselves, and that Izuru was not the one who killed them all single-handedly. She then passes out again and the story continues as normal.
Speaking of the Tragedy, Yatsuda Matsuda manages to get Soshun Murasame to regain some of his consciousness. Yatsuda is then tasked to ask him about the events, but the moment he mentioned Junko Enoshima’s name, Soshun goes into an angry frenzy where he continues to shout her name. Yatsuda then suffocates him until he dies (which seems contrary to what Yatsuda should be doing). Yatsuda says something about keep Ryoko safe and that’s it.
Around the end, Naegi Makoto makes a cameo only to have Isshiki show up again and threaten to kill him if Ryoko doesn’t answer him, only for Mukuru Ikusaba to intervene and put Isshiki down. Ryoko makes a run for it only to be surrounded by four Isshikis. They then reveal that the reason they’ve been popping up again and again is because their actual talent is that they are all twins (there are eight twins), all of whom can all easily communicate with one another with ease. They all just pretend to be one person. Eventually, Mukuro comes crashing the party again and beats all five of them single-handedly. It’s not really relevant, but here’s the picture displayed in the book because it’s actually one of the few cool things here.
After that, Ryoko gets a flash where she believes that she must go to the old school building to find Yatsuda Matsuda and save him from Junko. Yuto Kamishiro, the Ultimate Spy, goes with her. The old building by the way is the one where the School Life of Mutual Killing took place in. They find an elevator that takes them down to where the class trials usually took place (before it was refurbished for the class trials). Yatsuda is there, whom takes Yuto by surprise and snaps his neck, killing him.
Yatsuda then reveals that all this time, he was not helping Ryoko regain her memories. What he has been doing is keeping her forgetful as much as possible so that he could “protect her” all this time, and by doing so he has been keeping her safe from her memories. It is here that Yatsuda decides to kill her to “help her”.
Then Ryoko regains all her memories at the brink of death and slashes Matsuda’s sides with a knife she pulled from god-knows-where.
You’ve probably caught on but Ryoko is in fact Junko Enoshima herself. Junko made herself forget everything as a test to the memory-releasing device Yatsuda created. The Junko running around was Mukuru Ikusaba all this time, and that too was another test.
So Junko kills Yatsuda after telling him that she was the one who killed his mother. Then keeps stepping on his corpse until he turns into a pile of fleshy mush. Y’know, casual Danganronpa.
So it turns out, this whole book were a serious of several tests rolled into one big test for the soon-to-be School Life of Mutual Killing. That’s it.
That’s Danganronpa 0. You should now be caught up on the events that Despair Arc might eventually omit from the story (hopefully they don’t for all the newcomers from the west but it’s unlikely). I’m sorry if this took way too long, or was way too abridged but these are just the main points that I needed to emphasize. Any other details I omitted you already know from Danganronpa 2.
Feel the flame licking across your
skin? You’re indestructible. The fire you created burns brighter
than your predecessors. You’ve become a monster through
your own mercy. How does that feel, Vinny? How does the fire feel?
How does it feel to burn?
I’m at a loss for words.
I hear a knock on my apartment door.
Typically, I try my hardest not to even glance at the thing, my
paranoia sure that if I even so much as think about it something
will slither its way in and slice my neck in my sleep. Somehow,
however, I recognized the sound of the knock. Weird, yes, but it had
such a familiar pattern to it. I get up from my laptop, treading
lightly to the door. I can feel my hand tremble faintly as I place it
on the cold door and lean in, peering through the peephole. What I
saw almost has me fainting all in itself. It’s Evan. I scramble to
open the door immediately.
Royai some type of sweet surpise? Like "I know you've been working hard all week here's your favorite food and a warm bath" ? I tried
I looooove this!! Thank you so much!! I kinda struggled with this one, mostly because I normally write so much angst ahahah but that’s good for me!! I’M SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG OMG
Riza could safely say that every bone in her body ached. As much as she hated to admit it, she had definitely jumped back into the field far too quickly. She and Havoc had had four months of recovery time and strict desk duty in the wake of the Promised Day, and she had told Roy over and over that she didn’t need four months; as far as she was concerned she was perfectly fine after getting a blood transfusion and stitches. Roy had only relented and allowed her back in the field once she could go an entire day without getting dizzy. It had taken some creative methods and little white lies, but Riza had launched herself back into the field, holding nothing back.
Now she was suffering from her rash decision. She could feel the dizziness creeping in at the edges of her vision, and chills began to wrack her spine.The day before, they had just finished up apprehending an alchemist that had attempted to use his mediocre skills to rob a bank. Although his technique was shabby, he was extremely fast, and Riza had run something like ten blocks to try and catch up with him. He stuck to the back alleys and narrow sidewalks, making it impossible to pursue him via car. When Riza’s was finally able to keep him in her sights, a couple well-placed shots to the thigh and shoulder brought him down. Soon after, though, Riza had had to lean against a wall to catch her breath and try to force down the awful waves of dizziness crashing over her. By the time the rest of her team caught up, Riza was sitting down on the ground, her head between her knees to improve the blood flow.
Once Roy, Breda, Falman, and Fuery had shown up, Riza’s headache had escalated to an alarming level, and of course Roy had noticed. She remembered his voice, anxious and concerned, as he’d stood her up and placed his arm around her to steady her. She remembered his hands, warm through his gloves, gently pushing her bangs aside to caress her face, even if just for a moment. She remembered being slightly concerned at so public a display of affection, but that concern had slipped away with her consciousness. Riza had blacked out, and now she found herself tucked beneath the sheets of her bed in her tiny apartment, her bedroom door ajar to reveal the sound of a sizzling pan and the lovely aroma of bacon and eggs.
Her stomach growled loudly, and with a start she realized that it was morning. How did I sleep that long? she thought, placing a hand on her aching head. Her hair was down around her shoulders, and she was in her undershirt and work pants, her boots and firearms removed. A wave of sleepiness rolled over her, accompanied by a thrill of chills that rocketed down her spine. She groaned and sat up, willing the dizziness to disappear as she got herself vertical. Riza swung her legs out of bed and stood, her knees quickly stopping their frantic shaking.
She walked to the kitchen and found Roy at the stove. He was expertly flipping a pancake and dashing salt on her eggs. Riza sighed and asked him, “Sir, what on earth are you doing?”
Roy gave a great start dropped the salt shaker into the pan full of eggs. “Ah, Lieutenant, you’re awake. Good,” he said, picking the shaker out carefully and wiping off the egg with a towel. “I was starting to worry you’d sleep all day.”
A sudden surge of dizziness swept over Riza, and she cringed as her body weakened and she had to grab the nearby wall for support. Before she knew it, Roy’s arms were around her and holding her up, the breakfast forgotten. “Speak of the devil, and the devil shall appear,” Riza slurred, inhaling deeply and willing herself not to throw up.
“Riza, stop talking. You’re not making any sense,” Roy said, his voice tight and concerned as he swept her fully into his arms bridal style. Without thinking she nestled her head into his chest, breathing in his scent and finding that it was oddly calming. Through the haze of her thoughts she noticed vaguely that Roy had carried her to bed and tucked her back in gently. She felt his fingers running through her hair, and that sensation alone was enough to abate the grogginess overtaking her.
“Roy-” she mumbled, but was quickly cut off.
“Shhh, don’t say anything,” Roy replied. “You just rest. I’ll do the talking.” Riza nodded, too out of it to protest any further. “When you collapsed I brought you back here and stayed with you through the night to make sure you were okay.” She could hear the way his cheeks colored through his words, even though her eyes were shut. His voice came from somewhere off to her right, and she concluded shakily that he was seated at her bedside in the single chair she had in her room. “I knew you’d be hungry when you woke up; you slept for about sixteen hours. I decided to make you some breakfast. I know bacon and eggs are your favorite, even if you won’t admit it.”
“Sixteen hours?!” Riza panicked; she’d never slept that long in her life. She tried in vain to push back the covers and stand; there was no way she could miss a day of work.
Those thoughts apparently vocalized themselves, for Roy pushed her back into bed, assuring her, “Don’t worry, I called in to the office and said you needed a personal day, and that I was looking after you. I threatened a court martial to any person to suggest this circumstance was anything other than unprofessional.”
A laugh bubbled it’s way out of Riza’s mouth, and she was pleased to hear that Roy echoed her. She looked up at him carefully, and her stomach flipped, a sensation entirely independent from the aftereffects of the Promised Day. The adoration and warmth he held in his eyes when he looked at her had always startled her; there had been moments in the office where he had gazed at her unabashedly and she had had to pull him aside later to remind him to watch himself. Her cheeks burned and she wanted nothing more than to draw him close into her arms. Even though it had been four months since the Promised Day, the urge to make sure Roy was real and solid and there often overtook her. The terror she’d felt when Wrath and Pride had shoved him through the Portal still lingered whenever Roy left a room, though she was loath to admit it. So much of her life had been dedicated to following Roy and supporting him in everything he did, and to come so close to losing him multiple times on the Promised Day jarred her more deeply than she cared to admit.
To her surprise Roy seemed to recognize what was eating at her, and he carefully crawled into bed next to her, inviting her into his arms. She nestled against his chest, feeling his heartbeat in her ear and sighing in content. The strange sensation of being starved of touch abated, and Riza smiled. “Roy? Thank you.”
“For not saying ‘I told you so’.” Roy chuckled at her words and rubbed her shoulder.
“Of course.” His words were soft, and she loved him even more for it. She revelled in the tenderness for a moment, but true to Roy’s nature, the moment soon broke. “Also, no offense, but you smell a little.”
A laugh exploded out of Riza’s mouth and she swatted his side playfully. “That’s only because someone let me sleep for too long.”
“Oh, so now it’s my fault?” Roy laughed as Riza shifted herself up to a sitting position.
“Mmhmm. And so now as punishment, you’re going to run me a bath while I sit here in my sweaty work clothes that someone failed to remove from me.” A pleasant feeling in her chest rumbled around as Roy’s cheeks colored once more in indignation.
“I didn’t want to take the chance that you’d wake up and get angry at me,” he said, pouting a little.
“Me? Angry? Never,” Riza replied, thoroughly enjoying the speed at which his face was changing color.
“You’re impossible,” Roy huffed, rolling his eyes and clambering out of bed.
“I know,” she smirked, eyebrows quirked over a devious smile. Roy gave her one more exasperated, yet adoring look and left the room to enter the bathroom across the hall. Riza just watched him go, admiring the way he walked and the way his hair had gotten mussed. My useless Colonel, she thought fondly, and leaned back into the pillows behind her.
The first thing Adrian Pucey notices as he slides into the train compartment is a pink ball of fluff being petted by a large hand belonging to Marcus Flint.
“What the fuck.”
“Pucey.” Marcus nods, barely acknowledging his fellow Chaser in favor of placing the pygmy puff on his shoulder. The fluff-ball sways gently, whirring happily. It looks like cotton candy from a distance, sun warming its fur.
Adrian places his suitcase to the side warily, unsure if he’s suddenly stumbled upon some alien alternate universe where Marcus Flint harbors a penchant for cute things. (Terence had taken a liking to Muggle science fiction flicks over the summer, and Adrian has watched enough that the idea of an alternate universe isn’t that absurd.)
Marcus doesn’t seem to be paying attention, too busy transfiguring a stray button into a beetle and back with childish glee. The pygmy puff stares at Adrian with wide eyes.
Adrian stares back. “So, uh, Flint – does that thing have a name?”
“Bludger.” Is the terse response he gets.
“Bludger.” Adrian repeats. “You named that pink ball of cotton candy ‘Bludger’.”
Marcus raises a dark eyebrow and sneers, lips curling. Bludger the pygmy puff trills. Adrian raises his hands in surrender – obviously, Marcus is protective over his new pet.
Miles swoops into the compartment just then, suitcase clanking behind him, and does a double take at the sight of Marcus. “Uh. Captain, what’s with the pink shit?”
“The ‘pink shit’ is my fucking pet, so shut your mouth Bletchley, before I shut it for you.”
The auburn haired Keeper quiets, smartly so, only to pipe up again after the candy trolley has made its rounds. Marcus sucks on a sugar quill as he flips through the Daily Prophet; Adrian and Miles exchange frantic glances in a silent conversation of who’s going to press the issue next.
“Can I hold it?” Miles asks, after an encouraging glare from Adrian.
And when Marcus lets Bludger snuggle into his shirt collar, Adrian knows its going to be a long year.
Emptiness. That was the one word she could use to DESCRIBE what lay inside her now. It was pure… Darkness. Enveloping, alluring, SEDUCTIVE depths that she had given into because it was the only thing she could think of, the only CHOICE she felt that she had. && now that she was on the other side, it had been so EASY to flip that switch, to change from one to the other. Where she had restraints before, she had none now. It was as SIMPLE as that. Except him.
His actions drove her to this, even though he hadn’t REALIZED it even in the precise moment that they were a part of. Physically, she wouldn’t lay a hand AGAINST him. That guilt would destroy her. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t wreak HAVOC with her words. Anything to push him away from the monstrosity that had been IMBUED with her person, her heart.
❝You heard me CLEARLY brother. You && I will never again be what we were. We are too far gone from that, && there is simply no going BACK. I do not want you here, I do not want you with me.❞ She replied. Her voice remained calm, dangerously EVEN but her words cut like KNIVES through the air.
❝Leave. You do not require an explanation – you are not GETTING one whether you wish it or not. We are broken BEYOND repair.❞
THE BETTING POOL! BECAUSE *OF COURSE*!!! I love it. Though I blame Peggy and Daniel - the couple aren’t supposed to see each other till the ceremony. (Come to think of it, Dottie’s just dotty enough that that might be her motivation for pulling the trigger instead of just stalking Peggy adoringly.)
Well, it was definitely Daniel she was after, not Peggy – she didn’t want to snipe Peggy! Causing utter havoc at the wedding by incidentally killing the groom didn’t seem like a bridge too far, though.
But yeah, I was going to have a bit more of the two of them scandalizing both of their families by wandering around blatantly failing to avoid each other, but it was getting long enough as it was. Maybe instead of crossposting this one to AO3, I’ll expand it out to a full, proper wedding story instead (because I need more things to write, omg …)
Call slipped out of his bed when he heard the music again. He had thought it was part of his dream earlier in the night, but he was wide awake now and there was no mistaking it. Not bothering with shoes he quietly opened his door. The room was completely still and only dimly lit from the ceiling above. Havoc whined gently as he left and let the door close behind him, locking the wolf in.
The hallway was cold under his bare feet, but Call didn’t notice it. All he heard was music coming from somewhere. Heading through the passages and outside through the mission gate Call wandered down into the forest. It was completely black out except for the stars, but Call found his way into a brightly lit glade that was filled with people. Or at least he thought they were people.
Figures danced in a ring with a bonfire in the middle of the grass. One of the figures held out his hand, “Come and dance with us Little Master.“
Call took his hand and soon they were dancing around in a circle. They must have been using magic because Call couldn’t feel his feet touching the ground. The figure spun him around and music grew louder. Call was lifted into the air and the being spun him around again, he laughed and felt a tug on his arm.
“Callum.” It took Call a moment to realize that it was Master Rufus who had grabbed his arm and was trying to pull him from the circle of dancers. Two other Masters were standing a bit behind him looking worried. Call struggled to think through the music and wondered why the rest of them weren’t dancing. He tried to pull Master Rufus with him back into the circle. Rufus stumbled and the others grabbed him, fighting against the lure of the air elementals.
“Callum! You’re caught in an illusion. You must fight it!”
Call continued to drag him, wondering why Master Rufus didn’t want to dance. ‘Why doesn’t he want to join?’ Call knew there were moments when he was really sad, he deserves to have something fun once in a while.
Rufus wavered for a moment, then firmly planted himself into the ground, gripping Call’s hand. “It’s past midnight, you should be in bed and staying away from elementals.”
The being he had danced with came between him and Rufus. “He’s our young Master, he can stay as long as he likes.” The air elemental tugged on his hand, wanting him to rejoin the dance.
“He’s not a Master and he’s not yours!” Rufus pushed the being aside and tried to grab Call and drag him away.
Call began to feel uneasy and some of the spell cleared from his mind.
‘He’s right,’ Call thought. ‘They’re mistaking me for someone else, some kind of powerful Master. I
should leave before he gets here.’
Rufus gripped his hand even tighter as if he had heard Call’s thoughts. “You don’t belong out here, Call. You should be in bed at this hour, you have classes in the morning.”
The last remark seemed to break Call out of the trance. ‘Classes’, he thought. ‘How can I be a master when I’m still taking classes? They’re confusing me for someone else.’ In the back of his mind Call thought he knew who. Rufus took advantage of his distraction and dragged him away, putting an arm around him protectively.
“We don’t mean him any harm. We appreciate what he can do.” The elemental reached out, trying to pry him away from Rufus.
His master said something that was lost in noise. Then the other two stood beside him and lifted their arms. Call could feel an explosion of earth magic behind him as most of the air elementals were dispersed or scared away.
Now that the illusion was broken Call suddenly felt exhausted and dizzy and had to lean on Rufus to keep from falling over.
He said something to Call that was too quiet for him to catch. They walked slowly back inside while Call tried to work out what just happened.
“It wasn’t your fault Callum. Elementals, especially in large groups, have a tendency to trick magicians and use them for their own means. Try to get some sleep.”
Call wasn’t too sure about the ‘not your fault’. He felt for sure the one elemental had recognized him, but Rufus said elementals sometimes lured magicians away and he was too tired to argue. Soon he went back to his room and drifted off into a quiet and dreamless sleep.
I said i was done. You’re now going after Mike and Jeremy. At this point I’m of the mind you just want to use someone’s triggers against them for fun and hide behind the safety of them being ‘just fictional characters’.
Despise the Purples all you like, they were designed to take on the various Purple Guy roles for that reason.
I said y'all could pick on Panther and Router a while, but you went straight for their traumatic triggers instead of the little ones they can bounce back from and then decided to start havoc on the Guards. That’s not the purpose of sharing the information about them.
Im Touko Fukawa from Danganronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc and I'm looking for anyone! I remember staying up with chihiro and braiding their short hair, naegi and i would go out to lunch a lot, and asahina would take me exercising! I was still very introverted tho and didnt do well hanging out with people for too long. Im not very comfortable with doubles and im almost 17! I want to find my friends dearly. Please like or reblog this so i can get in touch with you?
You have the worst super power: constant bad luck. Everything that can go wrong will go wrong, and as such you are treated as an antagonist by the society you accidentally wreak havoc upon. Turns out you don’t have bad luck, the super hero who constantly thwarts your “evil intentions” has the power of luck manipulation and has passed all the bad luck onto you so they can become the hero.