Continued from here.
CHAPTER THREE
"The Feast"
"Make you participate in a..."
"Do I look like I have time for that?! Do you know how late it is!?"
Monokuma had raised his arms into the air and jumped up on to the seat of his thrown. He aimed a glare down at the group. "I really am having an abysmal time with you lot! For your information,
ugly, I take lots of stuff seriously!" He aimed that last sentence at Gaster. He lowered his arms and crossed them in front of his plump chest. "For example, I am
seriously thinking of dropping a ton of bricks on you bunch of grumps! For a know-it-all, you don't have all your facts straight. Might want to get that check out! Making things
easier is not how I operate-- You'll find I'm really hard to snuff out."
"Like a cute and cuddly cockroach."
Looking at Mickey now, Monokuma grinned once again. "Your friend's right. Stabbing me won't do much. Stabbing
someone else might be real interesting, though!"
As Mickey backed off, Monokuma looked to Kieran. "You're with the Coalition, right? You're lucky I don't give into my violent urges and, I don't know, make a bunch of people kill you or something. Those people just tend to make me do that! You dumb salmons don't have to worry, though, I have something different in mind. We're gonna get real shady up in here. It's time for some bear mafia business." It's hard to tell if he's serious about the bear mafia thing. "You'll have your device back, but you'll have to forget about this place. For get me too! I am not the bear you're looking for, and all that! You just go back where you came from and leave me all by my beary self."
"I don't know if it even occurred to you guys, but isn't it interesting Jade had this device in the first place? Something that bring you
here to
me? I don't care about that guy, so whatever you do with that info is up to you!"
Monokuma casually tossed the device to Kieran, who caught it deftly. He seemed hesitant about this for a moment, but eventually nodded. "Good," Monokuma said, moving to sit back down. "I can see it on your dumb faces-- you want to ask more questions. You want to know more. People like you guys are always demanding
more. Well, I'm not giving more! That's all you'll get from me! Figure it out yourselves for once!"
Kieran looked around the room once before going ahead and pressing the button in the middle of the device. A portal like before opened up, swallowing those present inside. Aside from Monokuma, of course.
***
You would be ejected back into the hotel hallway. The portal to head back to that world was gone now, seemingly only staying open untilt he device was pressed a second time. There, a Prinny was waiting, who jumped in surprise at your appearance.
"Woah, doods! Boss told me to get you guys... Says he needs you all back at the party! The feast will start soon and Lady Melodia will be upset if there are too many empty seats, dudes!"
"I'll put this back where it belongs," Kieran said, giving Idoun a pointed look. The woman was silent for now.
"And finally I'll get my name on that damn guest list. Once I get back, some of you need to talk to me about the events of this evening."
As Kieran left, the Prinny seemed to scratch its head with its fin.
"Dood, was that the guy we were supposed to catch? Oh well." The Prinny would then lead the way back to the banquet hall, grabbing anyone lurking in the hallways along the way.
***
When you arrived, Jade was on the stage, directing the crowd of guests into the ballroom.
"We'll need everyone into the ballroom while we set up the seating arrangements. Lady Melodia has specified a certain arrangement for the feast! We have provided... some extra entertainment in the ballroom for the meantime."
Shuffled along into the ballroom, you spot a karaoke machine set up on the dance floor. Currently on the mic was a girl with strawberry blonde hair that looked too big for her shoulders to carry.
"Heyaaaa! Sorry for arriving fashionably late! Hopefully a lot of you know me, for I'm the multiverse's soon to be most famous fashion icon! Who wants on the mic tooooniiiight~!" Her right hand -- the one holding the mic -- is gloved, while her left is not. She happily hops up and down,
waiting for someone to take part.
Nearby,
Rowen is around, but he's not serving drinks anymore. It's hard not to notice the melancholy look on his face.
Idoun stalks off toward a corner of the room, a blank stare on her face all the while.