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...OR IS IT!?


Monokuma theater director here: Monokuma!

Funding was cut, so I have nothing to say about this what-if scenario.

If you want me to say something about that, please boot up Danganronpa 2 and read the light novel about Mukuro. I give an excellent theater presentation of what-if ideas.

If you don't own DR2, then go buy it!

Or youtube it, ya cheap skate!




The elevator came grinding to a halt. The inertia felt even less pleasant with both occupants' trying to wake from a chemically induced sleep. When their eyes fully opened, they were both propped up against the wall of the elevator.

Shona Moffett groaned and brushed a strand of her aqua colored hair out of her face. She was having difficulty remembering exactly what happened prior to her nap. Shona remembered reenacting a joust duel.

Wait, no. She almost remembered dueling a centaur and losing. That couldn't have been right though, could it have?

“Shit!” The words came from a rugged looking man in fancy clothes. Davis? She never met the man, why did she know his name? Perfection looked at her out of the corner of his eye. “See something you like?”

The knight was quick to look away. “I did not mean to stare. It's just you remind me of someone.”

“Really?” The man raised his hand as if to offer her an invisible loaf of bread. “You know who I am?”

Shona nodded. “You're Davis Gallo, but prefer to be called perfection. I'm... ”

“Shona Moffett? I thought you would have been...”

“Taller?”

Davis grinned. “Is this the twilight zone or what?”

Shona tipped her head towards the door.“You're going to address the elephant in the room now.” the words “ABANDON HOPE ALL YE WHO ENTER HERE” were written on the door in what looked like blood.

“Abandon hope all the who enter here... Heh.”

Shona blinked. “You know old english?”

“Yea, some unused letter called thorn (þ), looked like the letter wynn (ƿ), 'ye' is properly pronounced as 'the.' I can't remember all the specifics but I thought...”

“...I told you that?”

Davis blinked a few times. “This is getting really fuckin' creepy.” Davis stood up to give the doors a solid kick before falling back down again.

The doors started to slide open. Shona placed a hand on his shoulder. “Let's not leave.”

“Huh? Why not?”

“I'm not ready to abandon hope yet. So I don't want to walk through that door.”

Davis looked at the knight for a bit before reluctantly nodding. “Alright, if you insist.”

After a good five minutes passed, the doors shut again. This time the blood had been smeared and read something much different.

“Abandon despair all the who enter here?” The elevators doors didn't just shut, they could hear it moving. Before long, the doors opened again to a room that looked the same. The knight stood up. “Alright, now!”

It almost felt like they had stepped into a labyrinth. But they were completely aware of where they were.

“The layout is definitely familiar.” Davis folded his arms. “Just about every floor in the patient's quarters has this layout. Yet... It feels familiar for other reasons.”

The static on a wall mounted TV snatched the duo's attention. A bear would mock everyone before the monitor went back to black.

All of the elevator doors started to slide open at once. Shona looked back at Davis. “Alright, let's just act normal.”




Shona's armor, face, and blade were aptly smeared with the carnage sister's “blood.” The infinite knight was clearly living up to her name, dispatching three carnage sisters in the span of seconds. Shona felt like she had already done all this, like she was just going through the motions. The knight knew it wasn't going to end well, but didn't know what else to do.

“Come fight me, bear.” she swung her sword, splattering the wall with hydraulic fluid.

“Okay, okay.” Monokuma waved his hands. “I'm not going to lie, this is starting to scare me a little bit. But um, what say we stop playing around with the cannon and address the real problem.”

“You are the real problem.”

“No, behind you.”

Shona knew it was futile, but turned around to face her end. The centaur once again presented itself. There was nothing she could do differently. However, it would seem Alexandria decided to do something different. She sped past Shona, not even attempting to attack the infinite knight. Monokuma stared at his adopted daughter, completely god smacked, as she impaled him and pinned him to the wall. But not without impaling her with his spike traps.

Monokuma arced with electricity. “You were nothing but a doll after all.” The bear coughed. Alexandria was not able to show a lot of emotion in her current form, but she looked more hurt by the bear's words than the spikes draining her of hydraulic fluid. “You are such a... disappointment...” both robots collapsed, and all the spike barriers lowered.

“W-what just happened?!” Davis's voice cracked. But no one answered. Instead, the results were presented:















VoterSelected
DavisGood lookin' babes
MondattaHappiness
MaryCookies
QuillAttention
MasonAny of those fine boys
CyrusCyrus
KristaPuns
DaimyonA Beautiful Mind
CalvinBeer
CaoraHope
ShaunCaora
IsaiahThe kids
AleeciaNariko
ShonaTIME OUT


EVERYONE BUT SHONA VOTED FOR THEIR IDEAL PARTNER


“WHAT?” Davis pointed. “Why didn't more people vote for me? I-I brought this down on -” Davis looked more carefully at the list. “I mean... Why didn't you vote for me?”

“Please relax Davis.” Mason was the one who spoke now. “Technically I voted for you.”

Perfection turned to look at mason.“Bastard! I don't think you understand-”

“We can't choose the ones who love* us, Perfection.”

*(Yes, Mason was gay. I'm not poking fun at his sexuality.)

Davis just groaned.

“So anyway.” Usami managed to grab everyone's attention. Because like where the hell did she even come from!? “Since no one chose to abandon hope, I was able to come swooping in and save everyone! Love love!”

Felix had no lasting injuries. The spear hadn't even pierced his flesh. The other infinites that didn't vote showed up in okay shape as well. Kara looked like she was in good health.

“So that was it...” Davis growled like a lion. “The whole point of this was to test our hope wasn't it?”

“Ding ding ding, BINGO!” Usami jumped. “I knew Shona couldn't resist the chance to jump in and save her friends. But isn't that the type of character you want to reward?”

Mason clapped his hands together. “So now what?”

Usami sighed. “I guess we're going to rotate you, Quill and Rika into another quadrant, because your roleplayers don't post here anymore.”

Rika played a tape. “Wot?”

Usami's ears wilted. “Basically, you won't respond to anything the other infinites do.”

Rika rewinded the tape. “Wot?”

With a shrug, Usami walked the infinites into an elevator and sent it on its way. “Okay, so the real reason why you've all been gathered here is to be on the infinite love show!” Usami giggled. “You're here to find your match, and make lots of friends.”

“Hmm, I suppose it is time I start thinking about settling down.” Shona scratched her chin. “Calvin would be a good choice for me, as we share a lot of interests. Then again, a relationship with Cyrus also presents its benefits. I liked our talk in his room. Daimyon wrote a pretty sweet poem about my death, so that might be an interesting avenue to explore...”

Davis threw up his arms. “Why don't you just fuck everybody!”

Shona spun around and fret her brow. “Why Davis? Did you want to go on a romantic retreat with me?”

“Well, uh...” Davis looked around. “If not you, than someone a little closer to my age like...” He pointed at an elevator. “Junko Enoshima.”

“Like oh my god! I didn't think anyone would notice me standing here.” She let out an annoying laugh. “Perfection Perfection yass queen!”

“Eh...” Davis raised an eyebrow. “You're a valley girl? I wasn't expecting that.”

Shona shifted her eyes side to side. “Do they even have valleys in Japan?”

“Oh yes!” Junko 's smile was so broad she had to close her eyes. “Iya valley is actually very beautiful this time of year. It's been faithfully recreated on the third floor. But that gave me too much hope, so I destroyed it and installed something else instead.”

Davis raised his other eyebrow. “Wait, but why?”

“Hold onto your butts people, because I'm infinite despair!”

“So...” Shona folded her arms. “You were the mastermind this whole time? I thought you died?”

“Like, shut up you slut!” the valley girl was all smiles. “People get the order things happened in all wrong. I wrote it down somewhere. You should totally read the revised chronological order.

“Okay...” Davis turned towards Shona. “I think the magical bunny and Junko are likely crazy. We should probably go along with their fantasies for now. Just to prevent them from doing something drastic.”

The knight nodded. “A sound plan.”

“Like, I can totally hear you.”

“So!” Davis began. “What would you like us to do?”

“Basically, I want to do a junko-doll cafe, except people are aloud to flirt with the waitresses. But like, I'm totally not a fan of sexual harassment charges. So it just makes more sense to use slave labor to collect resources and build the robots I need. ” She scratched her chin with her pinkie. “Well, you won't really be slaves. I'll totally pay you with trip tickets.”

“Trip tickets?” Shona inquired.

“Cheah! Trip tickets let you go to places where you'll collect resources, except now you'll be going on friendly getaways!”

Davis shook his head. “That doesn't sound romantic at all! Moreover, we don't even really need tickets to do that. I mean, we will be working in these places together, right?”

“Well I am totally despair and stuff.”

“But Junko.” Shona gave the infinite despair a sideways glance. “Why do make a junko/doll cafe then? Won't that create some form of... hope?”

“Well like-” Junko was a natural blond, clearly. “I guess there are like two reasons. The less important reason is the roster is over saturated with guys. So we need to build more woman to accommodate them.”

“And the main reason?”

“For despair of course!” she giggled. “The more hope you feel, the greater the level of despair you can fall to!”

“Uh...” Davis made a weird face. Kind of like a mix between a frown and a smile. Almost like he was trying to convey a certain air of smugness, but his disappointment leaked into it. “So if despair can be made from hope, doesn't that also mean that hope can be made from despair? Isn't it kind of foolish to pursue one or the other? Any despair you create will just lead to a hope of some kind.”

Junko threw her hands up in the air. “Fine, like yea, there are totally plot holes with everything! What did you expect? I dreamed all of this up when I was fifteen!” She was starting to cry. “I'm actually... the infinite flip flop!” With a sob, she spun around. “G-go find some other holes to fill, that, totally, aren't plot holes!”

Shona sighed as the vally girl ran off. “I thought you said to go along with her fantasies?”

“I couldn't help myself.” Davis looked around. “Wasn't Bliss Buckley suppose to make an appearance?”

“Who?”

“Right.” Davis folded his arms. “I guess she appeared after you died.” Perfection spun on his heel. “Well, I guess we're stil lstuck unless we build more carnage sisters for this 'doll' thing.”

Shona nodded in agreement. “I also think we should build some monokuma units for the girls.”
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Junko's pupils dilated upon seeing the results of the vote. “I-I lost!?”

Just seconds ago, Junko gave everyone the option to vote Hope or Despair. Of course, what everyone was really voting on was if they would all leave hope's peak academy to go live in some wasteland (formerly Japan), or live in harmony in hope's peak. The catch with the second option was that Makoto would have to go through a painful execution. Fortunately, changing their minds was as easy as yelling the word “hope” at them. Which was good, because being just a normie, it was all Makoto could really do.

“Of course.” Kyoko looked square at Junko. “Hope and despair are just two sides of the same coin. Once Makoto revealed his true talent, there was no way you were going to win.” Kyoko took her hands and placed them together. “Because even if one side of a coin is face down, it's still there, waiting, until it's face up.”

Byakuya sneered. “It's like I said, I always win. As soon as I decided to stop fighting my classmates and decided to fight you, your defeat was as sure as death.”

“Yea!” Aoi was pretty down a few minutes ago, but she perked right up. “There's no way we'd abandon Makoto like that! I mean we almost did, but, um, hope!”

Genocide Jack laughed. “The only reason why I didn't vote for Makoto was because he's not a cute boy, and I only kill cute boys.”

Hiro was quiet. “I uh, actually just pressed the wrong button. I know the other one had a thirty-percent chance of working out.”

“Well.” Junko looked around. “Um...” A crown appeared on her head. “Your queen hereby decrees that the lot of you shall be expelled from the kingdom post haste! Though before you depart, the royal decree dictates that you shall all watch one last punishment!”

“You're going to go through with it?” Kyoko raised an eyebrow. “Because that really screws with my coin analogy. I mean the whole point was-”

“Actually!” Junko butt in, now sporting a ponytail and glasses. “Analogies are not designed to be taken that far. Hope and despair are two concepts that are far too complex to be chained to the simple idea of a coin. An analogy is just a teaching aid, and shouldn't be looked at further than the original example. You wouldn't use hope and despair to pay for groceries, no more than Makoto and I are two parts of anything.”

Kyoko started to tear up. “B-but my analogy...”

“It was weak, like your father.”

Kyoko remained silent, but her stare told everyone “I can't wait for this bitch to kill herself.”

“Well!” Junko had abandoned her ponytail and glasses for her normal look, or as normal as Junko can get anyway. “It's really been a blast you five, but I think it's time to go out with ten-thousand baseballs, a trip in the death cage, firetruck impact, excavator smashing, and finally some good ol- fashion compacting!” A red button popped up in front of Junko's console. “Oh, this is some fearsome despair right here. Nothing like I've ever felt before! I wish the entire world could feel just a fraction of this despair.” Her hand hovered over the button. “It's punishment tiiiii-”

“No!” Makoto threw his hand into the air.

Junko's hand was hovering over the button.“Eh?”

“Um.” Makoto fret his brow. “I don't think you should kill yourself.”

Junko laughed. “But this was part of the agreement, wasn't it? Besides, living is so fuckin' boring!”

“Exactly!”

“Eh?” Junko raised an eyebrow. “I need an explanation, at the very least an analogy!”

“Well...”

“Yes, Makoto?” Junko was gritting her teeth. She was flexing her fingers, only barely managing to keep her palm off the button.

“It's just.” Makoto sighed, but quickly steeled his resolve. “We never agreed to anything! And since we beat you, I think it should be up to us what happens to you!”

Junko chuckled. “Really? The way I see it everyone in this room wants to kill me.”

“Well...” Makoto looked away from Junko. “That's... That's not entirely true. Because...”

“Ugh.” Byakuya made one of his insufferable expressions. “Stop squirming like a lowly worm and say something!”

Makoto squinted his eyes as tightly as he could. “I love you, Junko Enoshima!”

“Tch!” Byakuya pushed his glasses further up his nose. “You're a full-on cuck, Makoto!”

“N-no!” Aoi's skin was turning red. “You got all of my hang-out events! You agreed to be my boyfriend! I mean,”

Genocide Jack placed a hand on her chest. “I actually find this display oddly endearing. I might have to kill Makoto after all!”

Hiro just squirmed like the embarrassing coward he is, making those weird “aiyeeyeeEEEeeeee!” noises.

Kyoko's cool exterior cracked a little. “Makoto, do you know what you're saying? How can you possibly love Junko after everything she's done? You know almost nothing about her, aside from the fact that she's nearly caused the genocide of the human race.“

Even Junko was stunned, if but momentarily. “Tch.” She smiled. “Love is an awfully powerful word, yet I have no strong feelings about it. Love has brought hope and despair to the people since the beginning of time.” She lifted the back of her hand up to her mouth. “But love is not just a feeling like hope and despair is, it's something... mutual. Even if you love me, what makes you think I love you?”

“This should prove it!” Makoto looked through his E-handbook. “You like despair, but in order to feel despair, one also needs hope.”

“Yes Makoto.” Kyoko pushed her hair behind her ear. “We covered this in my sublime coin analogy.”

“Junko chose to execute me over everyone else because she liked me the most! This way, even if her plan did work out, she would lose someone she cared about. It's the same reason why she killed her sister!”

“That's kind of twisted, like my eyes.” Genocide Jack spread her arms. “But I also kind of see where he's coming from.”

“N-not really!” Junko placed a hand on the back of her neck. “I didn't really... I mean, maybe...”

“W-what!?!” Hiro babbled. “You mean you-”

“Please shut up Hiro” Kyoko folded her arms. “I may hate Junko, but I'm sure she can give exposition without you interrupting.”

“B-but.”

Byakuya growled. “How did you even survive this long?”

“Anyway, Makoto's right.” Junko lowered her arms in defeat. “Ever since my boyfriend snapped* and tried to kill me, I've always been looking to restore that connection. My sister and I... We both liked Makoto. I kept my distance though, because I knew watching Mukuro be happy with Makoto would bring me even more despair. Makoto wasn't just the ultimate hope.” Junko looked away from everyone. “He's my hope.”

*Junko had a boyfriend in DR0, Yasuke Matsuda. Part of her plan involved doing something so heinous that it would erode his love for her. She ended up killing him, but only after he tried to kill her first.

Shock and awe, the room was quiet, save Hiro's weird wine he does when he's nervous.

“Whatever!” Aoi shouted. “All your 'love' means is that you are too selfish to kill someone who ended the world! I think I speak for everyone when I say we think Junko Enoshima deserves to die!”

“Well, I'm sure you do.” Makoto held his chin. “But just because most of you want her dead doesn't mean she should be killed!”

“Geez.” Aoi balled her hands into fists. “You're definitely going to have to explain that one!”

“Well, I mean look at Byakuya. If we all thought he deserved to die, he would still think his life was worth more than the rest of ours.”

Byakuya grit his teeth. “Perhaps not as much with recent developments, but when I was still the ultimate prodigy, you were all definitely beneath me.”

“So that's more or less what I'm talking about.” Makoto leaned on his podium. “Just as a thought experiment, If you had a room with say, sixteen kids, and all but two of them were evil. And when I mean evil, I mean they were murderers, rapists, the very worst kind of evil. You can kill either all the bad kids or all the good kids.” Makoto stood back up. “what would you vote?”

“T-to kill the bad kids obviously!” Hiro stammered.

“That question was rhetorical, Hiro, but thanks for being honest.” Makoto looked at the rest of the room. “So you would kill the larger number of people if you could confirm they were evil. So what I'd like to ask is what makes you think we're any better than she is. I'd argue some of you are worse!”

“So.” Kyoko did not look very pleased. “You're really so delusional that you think you can prove everyone in this killing game is more evil than you and Junko?”

“I don't know, but...” Makoto's fists tightened. “I have hope.”

Junko folded her hands over her chest. “Makoto...”



“First I'll start with the five murderers.” Makoto waved his hand in front of himself. “Leon could have walked away without killing Sayaka, he was evil. Mondo killed because Chihiro made him feel like less than a man, he was evil. Hifumi Killed because he wanted a waifu, he was evil. Celestia or whatever killed because she wanted a vampire harem and a castle, she was VERY evil.”

Genocide Jack giggled. “But surely their victims were innocent, right?”

“No, that's wrong!” Makoto looked away from everyone. “Sayaka might have been a waifu, but she betrayed my trust because she was evil. Chihiro tried to seduce Mondo and I with his lies and trap body, and is therefor evil. Kiyotaka might have tried to act all proper, but he was annoying, loud, and belittled everyone, making him evil.”

“H-his logic is flawless.” Hiro stated the obvious.

“And my sister?” Junko called weakly.

“Even her.” Makoto sighed. “I liked her but... she was a mercenary. Mukuro was evil.”

Aoi was still all fire and brimstone. “W-well, you can't call Sakura evil.”

“I can, and I will.” Makoto answered with a sorrowful tone. “She was allied with the mastermind from the very beginning. She was prepared to kill someone to start the killing game. If not for Sayaka, she most certainly would have done something.” Makoto lifted his head and locked eyes with Aoi. “Because she's evil.”

Byakuya chuckled. “Well good thing all the evil ones died then. I guess we were fortunate that we survived.”

“No...That's...That's wrong.” Makoto leaned against the podium, clearly weak from having to go on. “Yasuhiro wanted to sell my organs to pay his loan sharks, clearly evil.”

“Wait, you got all my hang out events?”

“I hoped it would make you a better character, it didn't.” Makoto went on. “Aoi, you wanted to kill all of us because you're gay for Sakura. Toko, you're a serial killer. Byakuya, you've been such a dick I don't even think I need to say it. And Kyoko, you risked getting us all killed, and almost got me killed. I'm only alive because of alter ego. You're just as bad as Byakuya. And you're all evil.”

“Hmmm...” Kyoko held her chin. “Your logic is flawless Makoto. I don't think any of us can refute your logic. I'd like to add that you are definetly not 'evil.' You're a little boring, but not evil.” She grinned. “But how do you plan on proving Junko isn't evil? She may not have killed anyone in the killing game directly, but neither did Sakura. Surely if someone threatened to kill your parents-”

“Yea, you're right, Sakura was innocent.”

Kyoko's eyes widened. “Wait what?”

“You bet she is!” Aoi screamed.

Makoto smiled. “I mean, it was just an analogy, right? It's not like my example reflected reality perfectly in every way.”

“Damn you...” Kyoko grit her teeth.

“So while Both Junko and Sakura had evil plans, it wasn't like they forced anyone to do anything. I mean honestly, the whole thing smelled pretty fishy. We disappear, then our families disappear, and nobody notices?” Makoto shook his head. “You'd have to be Leon or Sayaka levels of stupid to not realize something was going down. If anything, Sakura is proof Junko isn't responsible for any of the killings.”

“But what does it all mean?” Kyoko folded her arms. “Junko is still the one who put this killing game in motion.”

“She gave us free food, a place to sleep, and plenty of waifus and husbandos to romance.” Makoto slammed his fist into the podium. “She may have baited some of us into killing, but she was't the one who plunged the knife into Sayaka's chest, no more was she the one who hammered Hifumi's stupid face. Those were all choices we made. Junko didn't turn anyone into a killer, she simply brought those desires to the surface.”

Kyoko squint her eyes. “So you don't think she's responsible for the calamity?”

“The calamity?” He shook his head. “It's not like Junko showed everyone a despair video** and then they magically started killing each other. If a wife cheats on her husband, and the husband murderers the wife out of passion, you don't blame the wife do you?”

**In DR0, the despair video was far less potent, and you had to watch it hundreds of times before it could take effect. It was not the sole reason the calamity happened, and it was more a device the despair gangs used to turn people they had captured to their cause.

Kyoko grinned. “Actually, I just remembered something. My, forgetting that in a time like this would have been embarrassing.”

Hiro opened his mouth. “What wa-”

“Quiet Hiro, I'm getting to it!” Kyoko giggled. “As I was saying, Junko killed her sister in cold blood. Surely that makes her 'evil' just like the rest of us?”

“Well Kyoko.” Makoto stood up straight. “I can see there's only one way to make you see things my way.” He took a deep breath. “HOPE HOPE HOPE HOPE HOPE HOPE!”

Kyoko cackled. “DESPAIR DESPAIR DESPAIR!”

“HOPE!?”

“DESPAIR!!!”

“hope hope HOPE HOPE HOPE!”

“DESPAIR!?!?!?”

“This should prove it... HOOOOOOOOOOOPE!”

“DESPAIIIIIIR!” Kyoko sighed. “Well, I guess that was some pretty strong logic. I can't think of anything to say to refute it. I concede.”

“I must also rescind my previous argument.” Byakuya groaned. “Perhaps Junko deserves to live after all.”

“I-If it means Sakura isn't evil, I'm all for it!” Aoi nodded.

Genocide Jack folded her hands under her chin. “If master thinks it's true, it must be so!”

And for once, Hiro knew his place. He didn't make a peep.

“He's right though.” Junko looked genuinely sad. Not her fake sad she used during the trial. “Mukuro did horrible things when we were children, things that turned me to despair. After ruining me, she left to become a mercenary. There must have been a small part of her that wanted to make amends, but I knew it was only a matter of time before she did something like that*** again.”

***There is nothing to support something like “that” ever happened in Danganronpa, aside from the fact that Junko detests Mukuro.

“Alright.” Makoto adjusted his shirt. “So, now what happens.”

“Well.” Junko placed a hand on the side of her head. “I was going to basically subject myself to the last five executions. That would have been totally cool, but it seems like I have to live now.”

Makoto counted everyone. “Well, there are the five of them. So if you really insisted on using it...”

“Hey! That's a good idea!” Junko lifted her hand over the red button again. “Man, this feels really strange. I was so sure I was going to be the one to die, even before this trial began!”

“H-hey now!” Hiro pointed at Makoto. “It was a joke, okay? I would have left you enough organs to function! I just wanted two of your kidneys!”

“It's punishment tiiiime!”

And so the punishments began. Hiro was bombarded with ten-thousand crystal balls shot out of a baseball launcher. Byakuya was strapped to a cart and subsequently shocked into Togami poupon. Genocide jack was almost burned at the stake, but a fire truck smashed her to bits. Aoi was compacted by an excavator. Lastly, Kyoko had some after school lessons under a trash compactor.



“I felt their deaths were unnecessary, but it's not like they didn't have it coming.” Makoto sighed. “Well, I guess the killing game is over, how do you feel?”

“I don't know.” Junko was hugging herself. “With my analytical mind, I saw this going in one of two directions. But it's taken a third direction that I didn't even expect.” She hugged herself tighter. “Who would have thought Makoto would have tried to rescue me at the end?”

“Heh.” Makoto blushed. He wasn't really use to people showing him gratitude. “So um, your despair urges. Are they still there?”

“I appear to have been thrown into some kind of despair limbo.” Junko's hands slid over her heart. “My ability to analyze the world has been ruined. I use to be ten steps ahead of everyone, Everything use to be so predictable, from the words coming out of your mouth to my own actions. But now I feel like I've been dropped into a completely different territory. Everything feels new and foreign. It scares me but...” She looked at Makoto. “So does despair. For once in my life, despair and chaos look so much more boring than everything else. This, I can't understand it.”

Makoto grinned. “Well, what did you want to do now?”

“I-I don't know.” She closed her eyes. “I feel like I need to collect myself, but I also feel like that will never happen.”

“Well, it's not a choice you have to make by yourself.” Makoto took Junko's hand in his own. It startled her into opening her eyes, but she calmed right down. “The world destroyed itself because of despair, but now it's up to hope to build it back up again.” He pulled Junko closer to himself. “A better word, one where thirteen out of sixteen children aren't murderous fiends.”

Junko nodded. “I like the sound of that. Hope might just become my next obsession.” She half closed her eyes. “That includes you too, you know?”

“Heh...” Makoto went to screatch the back of his head, but was able to stop himself from doing so. “You know, there are going to be a lot of people out there who aren't going to be happy about what happened. They're going to insist you're a criminal, that this is all your fault.”

Junko slid her thumb over the back of Makoto's palm. “With you by my side, I have a feeling it will all work out.”

Makoto simply smiled in response. In truth, he was a little scared too. Maybe this was all part of Junko's plan to win the killing game, or maybe she would simply revert to her old self down the line. She was definetly going to make Makoto's life more exciting. But when he held her hand like this, he knew that somehow, everything would turn out okay if he just hoped.




Shona scanned the last few lines of the story before looking over the edge of the manuscript at Davis, who was looking very pleased with himself.

“Well?” He raised an eyebrow. “What do you think?”

Shona folded the story in half. “I suppose it wasn't painful to read, but writing is clearly outside your area of conquest.”

“O-oh, um, okay.”
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