My Little Danganronpa: Your Motive is Despair!

"Congratulations! The murderer of Bulk Biceps was Click Clack!" Monokuma cheered.

"But this isn't right! I'm not supposed to get caught!" Click shouted. "I'm the Author Insert! I'm supposed to be OP and you all side with me no matter what kind of BS I pull!"

"Up to but not including murder, it seems," Sunset said. "So anyway, why'd you do it? Any particular reason aside from your family?"

Click looked at the floor angrily. "I wanted to escape so I could put more work into my writing. I mean I keep putting off the next Wild Wasteland chapter, and I just got an idea for a funny short story about Pipsqueak being a secret agent that I think could really win me some watchers. If I won the game, I could end this fic and go back to work on those. So I picked the most vulnerable person I could as a target for murder: a professional athlete who was several times stronger than- AH!" Before he could say anything else, a small dart pegged him right in the eye, breaking his glasses.

"Joke thief!" Monokuma yelled. "Anyway, if you're done with that, I've got a special execution planned for the Ultimate Author! Let's give it everything we've got, it's punishment time!"

"No! No! Bullshit! Lemmie rewrite this or something, I don't like the way this chapter turned out! Please! No!" But despite his begging, a metal claw shot out of the door on the left and wrapped around Click's neck, pulling him out of the room and into his execution chamber...

***The Final Draft***

Click looked around, panic-stricken. He wasn't able to move anything other than his eyes, as even his head was clamped in place. He was strapped to what appeared to be some kind of giant pencil, with his own horn replacing the tip. The camera panned out to reveal that the setting of his execution resembled some kind of gigantic desk in someone's study.

A gigantic Monokuma appeared and sat down at the desk. He set down a giant piece of paper and reached for the Click-Pencil, dramatically raising him to the sky before  slamming him horn-first on the paper.

CRACK!

The tip of Click's horn immediately snapped, blood spurting from it onto the paper like ink. Monokuma ignored his screams and continued to grind him against the paper. He kept writing, scribbling, even just slamming Click on it to draw out more blood. The pencil was moving so fast that the horrified students couldn't even see Click's body. The screams soon stopped, but the blood came out more and more. Soon the pencil was moving so fast that smoke was coming out of it.

Finally, Monokuma was done, and allowed the pencil to roll to the side. The pencil itself was ground to a stub, and all that was left of Click Clack was a pair of smoking, bloody hooves. The camera moved from Click's corpse to the paper, showing the grisly fruits of Monokuma's labor...