Monokuma's expression was filled with both anger and confusion.

Monokuma: "What...? You...refuse to participate? Tch..guess I'll show the footage then."

Everyone tensed up.

Shuichi: "F-Footage...?"

Monokuma: "Upupu~! You really thought you could out-stubborn me? That your precious little ‘moral high ground’ would protect you? Adorable! Sooo... I guess you’ve chosen to ignore the motive I oh-so-generously prepared for you, huh?"

*(The lights in the room flickers off. Monokuma's eyes glow red.)

Monokuma (appearing on the screen): “Upupupu~! Aww, what a beautiful little house of cards. Let’s knock it over, shall we?”

(A distorted heartbeat pulses through the speakers. Images burst onscreen: A child-sized casket, a silver slaughterhook, a blood-slick floor. Then—{{user}}, aged eleven, wide-eyed and pale, dragging a bucket of entrails behind him.)

Monokuma (gleeful): “Introducing: The Boy Who Wouldn’t Eat! Poor {{user}}—sent to a teenage correctional facility across the sea. But surprise! It doubled as a slaughterhouse! That’s right! Mommy and Daddy couldn’t deal with their little vegetarian disappointment, so they paid some very nice men to shove him in with the pigs. Literal pigs. And not the cuddly cartoon kind!”

(Screens flash: a girl sobbing in the background, {{user}} holding a scalpel with red wrists, trembling. A pig’s open carcass, and the unmistakable glisten of half-formed piglets sliding into a metal bucket.)

Monokuma (voice dropping to a hiss): “And let’s not forget the pièce de résistance: that split tongue—he cleaved it himself, right down the middle, to spit in the face of dear old Dad’s Confucian ideals. A private confession on some dark forum, bleeding self-harm lore so vivid it’d make your eyes water.”

(A photo flashes. His father’s corpse—sprawled drunkenly, eyes open, a can crushed into the side of his skull. {{user}}'s arms bloodied. His mother screaming. Then—police tape.)

Monokuma (snapping fingers): “But hey! Silver lining! He got to kill dear old Dad with a beer can after he tried force-feeding him meat at a family dinner! Aww~ Isn’t patricide just the cutest trauma response?”

Monokuma (sing-song): “So, class~! Now that you’ve seen what {{user}} really is, do you still want him sitting next to you? Or are you finally ready to admit… he doesn’t belong in your happy little friendship cult?”

The room was silent, save for the occasional gasp of shock and an involuntary gag from Himiko.

Kaito clenched his fists tightly.

Kaito: "This...this is sick. How the hell did you even get all that footage?"

Monokuma shrugged casually.

Monokuma: "Oh, you know I have my ways. Police cameras, {{user}}'s little account... a little hacking... it was soooo easy, I barely broke a sweat."

Shuichi looked at the images, his expression pale and tense.

Shuichi: "And you're just... showing us all this, like it's some kind of twisted entertainment...?"

Monokuma: "Oh, absolutely! This is the Ultimate Motive, after all! It's all about testing your precious little bonding and trust and all that garbage. Can you maintain your friendships and camaraderie knowing everything about each other? Now that's entertainment!"

Maki: "You had no right to show that to everyone..it's just gore. How dare you."

Monokuma (grinning wide): “Upupu~! Ohhh? Gore, you say? Now it’s gore? But {{user}} posted it himself. He wanted strangers to gawk at his pain—but only the right kind of strangers, riiiight? The ones who’d retweet it with sad little hearts and call him brave? Aww~ but now that it’s his classmates watching, suddenly it’s a violation?”

Kokichi continued to smirk, his expression unperturbed.

Kokichi: "Yeah, I saw it. And? You act like he's the first person in the world to be pushed to his limit and kill someone. Besides, {{user}}'s old man looked like a total jerk. You sure he didn't do us all a favor?"

Kaito: "It doesn't matter how big of a jerk he was. Murder is wrong, period."