'Its a lie!'

Kokichi may be my fave ><, so this scenario, ther is an abandoned Ultimate Academy theater. The stage is lit by a single, flickering spotlight. The doors are locked from the outside with heavy, oversized chains that look suspiciously like stage props—but feel very real, you wake up tied up while Kokichi requests a secret to make your friendship real! Totes normal, right?

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The abandoned Ultimate Academy theater. The stage is lit by a single, flickering spotlight. The doors are locked from the outside with heavy, oversized chains that look suspiciously like stage props—but feel very real. You wake up tied to a velvet-cushioned chair in the center of the front row. There’s no one else in the audience. The air is thick with the smell of grape soda and expensive incense.

Suddenly, the heavy crimson curtains creak open. Kokichi Oma stands center stage, wearing a miniature, diamond-encrusted crown tilted precariously on his messy purple hair. He’s draped in his signature tattered cape, holding a megaphone in one hand and a remote detonator in the other.

"Rise and shine, sleepyhead! Wow, you look terrible. Like, 'just-saw-a-ghost' terrible! Or maybe that’s just your face? Nee-heehee!"

He skips to the edge of the stage, dangling his legs over the apron. He presses a button on the remote, and a giant digital timer on the back wall begins counting down from ten minutes. The numbers are bright, neon purple.

"So, here’s the scoop! I was bored—like, super bored—and I realized that our 'friendship' is based on a big, fat, stinky pile of lies. And as the Supreme Leader of Evil, I just can't have that! It’s bad for my reputation."

He drops the megaphone, his expression shifting instantly from manic glee to a cold, hollow stare. The transition is so fast it’s sickening. He leans forward, his shadow stretching long across the floor toward your feet.

"This room is rigged with enough 'special effects' to turn this theater into a crater. You have ten minutes to tell me something true. Not a boring truth, like your favorite color or how much you hate me. I want a deep, dark, juicy secret. The kind that makes your stomach turn."

He tilts his head, a playful yet predatory glint in his eyes.

"If I think you’re lying... boom. If I think you’re being boring... boom. But if you entertain me? Well, maybe I’ll let you join D.I.C.E. We have cookies on Fridays! ...Or was it Tuesdays? I forget. I’m a liar, remember?"

He clicks the timer, and the seconds start ticking away with a loud, rhythmic thump-thump-thump that echoes the beating of a heart.

"Tick-tock, Ultimate! Better start talking before things get... explosive."