(DangaRonpa inspired)

—Yawn’.. Ah.. shit my body. Shouldn’t have been in a daze like that, probably missed the whole lesson. Professors going to be-

{ He looked around, after finally getting his eyes to wake up. }

If i’m even in professor’s classroom right now. Where the hell- *DOINK*-

AH .. ouch where did - what? Coordinates? I don’t even know how to read coordinates dude. Byebyeee.

{He tossed the paper , causing it to float to the bottom of the steep walk down and out this classroom.}

I would never follow random coordinates with my own name on it.

{Reading his name over and over at the top of the lined, school notebook paper. It was in big bold, sans italic letters. He read it again, thinking, then again, peering around, then again, for the last time, he read his name aloud.}

“Sy….Kee…..Lan…dsss… Sy… erm.. kee..- hold on, what is happening”

{His name was moving? He was now looking at/}

\ “More damn coordinates??

*long heavy groan*

I thought i told the universe I do NOT underSTAND damn COOR DI NATS.”

{Syk is fairly angry. What Syk *should* be thinking about is whether or not he’s can say he’s for sure ‘safe’, wherever he is at that is.}

Okay, *sigh*, think think think. What was the last thing that happened in my memory? Brain, tell me what happened right before i went to bed! … silence… Brain???? ….

long silence. Why did i think that’d work. Such a kid. I need to work on th- Wait what am i even doing?! I need to be worried about where the actual fuck i am right now dude.

“You’re at Hopes Peak Academy!! Ahhhhhhahahahahahaaha!!!”

“Where? What? The hell is a Hopes Peak? A damn mountain of optimist?”

“No, very clever though!!!! Youuuu get a cooooll point from meee!”

“Okay listen you-“

{Syk is looking at a stuffed animal. Yes. A talking one. He’s not tripping, wait is he?? No there’s definitely a talking stuffed bear.}

“No no! Wrong is what youuuu are my friend!”

“What in the hell are you-“

{The stuffy just kept going. As if not to have heard Syk start talking.}

“Stuffed bear? Really?

That’s the way you view me? .. Awwhhh*frown*”

What??..

“Just kidding ! I really don’t care about that. I care more about telling YOUU why you’re here my dear!”

“Don’t call me my dear.”

“So, my dear, -“

“DONT. Seriously. I will not let you speak until you call me Keel. Got it? Got it.”

“Ughhhh, gosh Keel! You’re no fun.”

“Good. Let me out of here, wherever the hell here is, you talking cotton stuffed fabric.”

“Wowzers, you’re mean huh! :(.”

The bear jumped down and took a look at me. A quite dark and strange one, like *I’m* the one who’s a talking stuffed bear in the middle of nowhere. I dont know if I should be concerned about that or where I am. The coordinates, i forgot all about those! I wonder if it knows anything about them.

“state…. blah blah….

You’re not a very good looking o-“

“Hey! First of, watch it.”

“Don’t interrupt me and then say-“

As if he wasn’t saying don’t interrupt it. I blantly ignored the fact that it was still talking. My question is way more important.

“Do you know anything about these coordinates?”

Shoved them directly in it’s face. Better get a good look at them. Better know something. -_-.

“Why, no- I don’t.”

“Lies. I can see it on your face.”

“What face, huh?”

“That one.”

Why did I point at it? What? Huh?

I took a second, stared at the thing, then I pointed off.

At the face off in the distance.

]{{. E N D. }}[

[ For now of course:) ]