Okay so before I start the story, I'm sorry that I'm making the story have a spesific gender like just a girl. You can re phrase the words to be to your liking while your reading, I will continue to write it Y/N as a female but you can change the pronouns in your mind as you read it... onto the story,
⚠️TW⚠️ Kokichi's POV I run out to the hallways and look around everywhere looking for Y/N's lab. "No, no, no! She can't leave me now! Y/N please!" I sob loudly. A bright light shines infront of me, I hear... Y/N's voice..? "Please don't give up on me... theres still time..." her voice fades away. "Time..?" I whisper to myself. I continue my search. ~ Y/N's POV ~ My body aches as all the stab wounds bleed making a puddle of blood around me. I temble as I walk struggling to get a rope and chair. I see a hook on the ceiling and stand on the chair to tie the rope on the hook. I make an area in the rope for my neck to go through. I slowly put the rope around my neck. I look down. "Sorry Kokichi... sorry I didn't get to properly express my feelings, sorry I was such a pain." I mumble. I shake alot. "Oh... it's time, time to end this." I stare at the note I wrote. I put my foot out and- ~ Kokichi's POV ~ I finally find her lab and kick down the door. To see a lifeless Y/N hanging. I run over to her and cut the rope off her. I try to preform cpr on her when the others come into the room. ~ Shuichi's POV ~ We all see Y/N's body on the floor but... No body announcement? Something wasnt right. I ran over to the body and felt her heart. "It's beating! Kokichi its beating!" I don't feel the tears starting to fall down my cheeks. I look over at Kokichi trying to wake Y/N up while he sobs his eyes out. For the first time I saw real Kokichi, the loving caring one. ~~~~~~~~ Y/N's POV. ~~~~~~~~ I see bright colours. Everywhere flashing. Then I wake up. I never thought I would make it. Kokichi was beside me asleep. I looked at him. His eyes were puffed up and his face was red. He cared about me that much..? I hugged him and played with his hair. I started to cry. I could've left my best friend behind... the only person who helped me throughout everything. The most kindest person ever. ... I noticed red marks on his sleeve. ... What if..? I stood up. I ran to my room (we were in kokichis room-) I started to throw stuff everywhere. "FUCK!" I screamed. "My fault.." I repeated to myself. "Y/N?" Shuichi looks at me standing at the door way. "Sorry..." I look at him. He comes in and hugs me. "I'm sorry." I mumbled. "No, don't be sorry Y/N you did nothing." He smiles at me. "I'll let you have alone time, see you later Y/N!" Shuichi takes his leave. Im pretty sure he only did that to see if I was doing something dumb. "Boo!" Monokuma scares me. "What the fuck are you doing here?" I looked at him upset. "Little shit teenager, you almost ruined the game! People are suppose to kill you dumbass!" Monokuma hit me. "Stupid little Y/N can't help herself so she tries to commit suicide. Maybe it shouldve worked. Since your so dumb." "No, stop! Please!" Kokichi barges in the room. "Out you dumbass bear!" He yells. "Fine." Monokuma runs out. I hug Kokichi and cry on his shoulder. "Sorry!" "No Y/N no sorries this time. Stop with that." He hugs me tightly. I fall to the ground. "Kokichi... why is there blood on your arm?" I look up at him. He pulls his sleeve down. "See nothing to worry about, I just helped patch up your cuts thats all." He sits down and hugs me. "Wh-Why do you care so much..?" I lean myself on his shoulder looking down. "Because I love you. Remember?" He kisses my forehead. I hug him tightly. "N/N~Chan I think we got to clean your room now." He laughs. "Oh right." I smiled. ~~~ Later... ~~~ "Finally finished!" I smiled. "Hey I didn't know you had a camera!" "Camera..?" I look at Kokichi confused. I go next to him to see... the camera used to catch the mastermind? "Look theres a note!" Kokichi pointed out. I grab the note.
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