[ he was ready for this. he had prepared himself for this moment as soon as the funhouse had become their prison. this was Gundam’s punishment for all of his sins, and there was no better an exit for such a cursed existence. briefly, slowly, his eyes opened, and he could see the sea beneath him, glittering against the setting sun - and with a resigned smile, he closed his eyes once more. now, it was time for him to finally return to darkness.

but first, there was light.

Gundam’s arms reach out instinctively to catch himself as he falls ( because suddenly, he is falling ), but instead of hitting the water that was below him, his palms strike undeniably solid stone. ]

W-What - what is- [ the exclamation leaves as a panicked whisper cut short by coughs. A swipe at his mouth leaves blood on his fingertips, which shows that he hadn’t just imagined his own execution, and he was in desperate need of medical attention. If only he knew where he was - ]

M-Monokuma! What is the meaning of this!? [ his voice comes a little stronger now, a little louder. expecting the laughter that has haunted he and his classmates for weeks now, he finally looks to his surroundings - and is almost shocked to silence when he sees others, so many others.

almost. ]

Am I not allowed rest even in death? Has Monokuma sent you to torture me once more!?

[ the chaos of the mass arrival has blown over, and the hours have found Gundam in much better condition. he has been treated, his questions answered, but there is more information and there’s more strange and fantastical sights than Gundam knows what to do with. he simply wishes to be alone, and for once he truly means it - he needs time to process.

and so, when someone else intrudes upon his space and the bed he has claimed, all talk of bed-sharing is conveniently forgotten as Gundam snaps at the intruder. ]

Who dares disturb the domain of Gundam Tanaka!? Leave at once, and I might show you mercy.

[ he’d been told to explore, and so he had. he had no real interest in talking with others - not yet, anyway. there was little hope that his blog would be accessible here, but if he could find even some small way to check it… ]

it would seem even my blog is lost to me...

however, this only means that my powers are required now more than ever!

now, witness the grand revival of the “bubbly breeding blog”!

[ is he messaging this to anyone who will listen (or read)? he certainly is. ]

[ it isn’t long that he’s wandering the streets before he realizes that no, he hasn’t eaten, and yes, it seems he would need to now. Gundam hadn’t worried much before, given the events before his arrival - but now even his stomach growled, something that he desperately sought to fix before anyone else heard.

but all of the stands say that to receive food, he must share it with another. him? share with anyone? he would rather starve before asking any stranger to share with him - and that was said with experience.

… so of course, he spends his time staring at the people walking by; no words, just staring at them rather intensely as they approach the one particular food stand that he has camped out beside. he’s glaring hard enough to bore holes into the unsuspecting person, and he waits for them to notice. ]

[ any ideas at all, feel free to throw something at me or hit me up at mehebiyume or noumenaughty ♕#3435 on Discord! ]