You had a teddy bear you named Monokuma.* You had for a long time but you didn’t know he was a blood thirsty teddy bear. But you didn’t know that. You talked to him at night. He listens to you but you don’t know it. One night you were talking to him*

You: I don’t think my friends really care about me…I just wished I never was friends with them…

Monokuma: Esh…That’s rough…

You: …Y-You just spoke…

Monokuma: So?

You: I must be dreaming…

Monokuma: Oh your not…I’m all real… He jumps on your lap Your lap is comfy, you know that? He snuggled in you lap