#sole survivor!makoto naegi

[sole-survivor-makoto-naegi]

...

The camera stayed liked this for a few seconds before it started to work properly.

Things... did not look good. It appeared you were inside of a school. It was kind of dark in here, but it wasn't too hard to see exactly what was going on.

What you were witnessing was a pretty gruesome sight. There was a tank filled with sharks... with pink, blood-colored water. Three doors with the middle door covered in pink blood as well. A crushed flat braided girl with a streamroller nearby. A blonde haired boy who looked frozen, as well as stoned to death. An excavator, covered with, you guessed it, pink blood. Lastly, there was a barrel that had a bunch of swords pierced onto it, pink and bloody all the same.

It was a lot more likely that everyone in the scene was dead, but... odds one there might be some people who might still be alive as well.

Check for survivors?

>Yes

>No

(Yes, I created yet another Makoto Naegi blog. He's my favorite character, so yeah lol. Anyone who isn't tag is welcome to interact too btw)

@chaoticblogofmuses @mikado-sannoji @ask-cow-naegi

@ask-cow-trio @mod-puffys-hell @miss-amethyst-needs-a-life (sorry for tagging your main, didn't know which RP blog to tag :(, but any and all blogs are welcome!) @human-monokuma @unknown-ultimates @ask-liam-and-co @ataru-the-smol-cutie @shsl-bosozoku-mondo-oowada @despairedcoach @ultimate-swimmer-asahina @yui-samidare-returns @despairs-blade @lre123 @ask-the-ultimate-matchmaker @tobys-multiverse-official @ask-ultimate-personas @alizachan @restoringhopeau @japanese-ultimateautism

@im-not-your-mom-okay @laylayeh @the-wonder-sisters @kyoko-investigates @werewolf-makoto-naegi @ask-remnant-makoto-naegi

@special-encounters @leftover-naegis @shsl-sacrifice @morals-and-florals @the-lost-undertaker

#sole survivor!makoto naegi #sole survivor!naegi makoto #sole-survivor-makoto-naegi #danganronpa roleplay blog #alternate universe #au #promo post

[dangans-ur-ronpas]

makoto naegi as fresh-faced & hopeful co-leader of future foundation on the outside but grizzled and exhausted adult on the inside. he's still 5'3" and has a babyface but when there's no cameras on him he's smoking cigarettes like that ben affleck photo

#makoto naegi #danganronpa #someone let my guy rest #something very funny and yet very fucked up about makoto's seemingly perpetual baby height and relative youth #along with him being one of the sole survivors of the killing game + the ultimate hope #having to be essentially media fodder. hey everyone its ur favorite guy #and he has to put up with it bc of a sense of obligation among other things #but it just exhausts him all the time forever

[fragmented-liar]

Promo?

...

The sky outside was an angry gray as the clashing sound of roaring thunder echoed. Flashes of lightning struck all around to unseen, but nearby places as the winds nearly knocked you off your feet. The weather report had said it was a severe thunderstorm day, after all. And your umbrella, no matter how strong or durable, was no match for this weather.

Fortunately, you spotted an abandoned building nearby. It was known to be abandoned, but it was a factory that had shut down many years ago due to worker's issues of some kind. And you figured that factories were durable. It would be enough to shield you from the weather. You didn't think twice and darted inside.

Another flash of lightning and growl of thunder came. And by that point, you heard a whimper with every flash of lightning and a terrified squeak with every thundering boom. Upon closer inspection, it seems to be coming from a room with a mountain of blankets piled up. And underneath one specific purple fuzzy blanket, there's a shivering mass. It can't be seen, but it seems to be making the sounds.

Do you check it out?

...

-> Yes

-> No

...

(( Feel free to ignore, interact if not tagged, or ask for your tag to be removed! Blogs with Kokichi or Kotoko as a muse DNI! ))

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@human-monokuma @ask-timid-makoto-naegi @sole-survivor-makoto-naegi @werewolf-makoto-naegi (( or others! )) @maki-the-assassin @tsumugishirogone @mikado-sannoji @bloodstained-switch and anyone else!

#Promo!

[ask-ghost-boys]

Promo

(This will have mentions of death and gore. If you really don't want that then I can remove your tag)

The night was cold and dark. You and whoever your with try and find shelter for the night, you encounter a strange figure with a dark black cloak and a sythe. Guarding a large light. Pulling out his hand, he reached out to you, asking if you'd like to join him on a journey...he doesn't seem like a threat and he starts to slowly walk to the light. Going slowly to see if you would follow

@ask-timid-makoto-naegi @sole-survivor-makoto-naegi @your-pink-party-pony @danganronpa-v3-demo-au @hazawatsugu @mikado-sannoji (anyone else...I don't know who to tag)

#danganronpa #danganronpa trigger happy havoc #makoto naegi #naegi makoto

[discord-and-the-blog-of-chaos]

When Worlds Collide

As the camera starts out staticky, you can hear a dark chuckle. Once the static clears out, a rather strange, mixmatched, dragon-like creatures comes into view.

"Hello, everypony! Should I say everyone. Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Discord, spirit of chaos and disharmony!"

"Originally, I wasn't scheduled to make my Tumblr debut until much later, but a certain mod informed me that desperate times call for desperate measures. Something on the line of... 'notifications'?"

"Though as exciting as it is for me to show my face early, my only complaint would be the fact that I have to SHARE this blog with others. But I suppose this will have to do for now. Perhaps if things go well here, I'll be able to have my own personal blog down the line..."

"With that being said, let's get this show on the road! I've been sent here to summon several muses here that I'm sure you'll be happy to see! After all; a lot of them are people you've met before I assume?"

And with that, Discord snapped his fingers. Just like that, tons of people(and one pony), appear. They look around in confusion before turning to face the odd creature that was before them.

“UwaaaaaaAAAAAAHHH!!!”

The spikey-haired boy ran into hiding. Oddly enough, two of them looked and dressed exactly like him. One went after the more timid version to check of him, while the other had bandages, all over his torso, arms and legs(I have no sprites for that one! T_T)

"W-what that f&ck is that?!?!"

'Kyaaaaaaah! It's a monster!'

"I'm going to assume that this is the creature who brought us here. But... why?"

Discord was rather disappointed by certain reactions as he turned away.

"A simple 'thank you' would've sufficed! But I suppose most of you aren't much a fourth-wall breakers now aren't you...? How rude! To think I actually did this to help you all on your current predicament-"

Before the draconaquus could finish his sentence, a certain pink pony zoomed in and gave him a super tight hug from behind.

"GYAAAAAGH!!!"

"Discord! Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you sooooooo much for bringing us all together! I'm so happy to finally be able meet all my neighbors at once! I thought it going to take like... foreeeverrr to meet a few of them at a time! And I SO thank our mod a bejillion times for this too! And that best part is... you now get to be a part of this too! This is the best! Decision! EVERRRRRRRR!!!"

"C-can someone... please give us a promo... before Pinkie Pie... breaks me in half...?"

(Hello everyone. Mod Princess here. So basically, this is a chaos blog mashing @ask-timid-makoto-naegi, @danganronpa-v3-demo-au, @your-pink-party-pony, and @sole-survivor-makoto-naegi altogether. This is being done due to the recent changes on tumblr regarding the notifications. I figured that I'd have some fun and add Discord from MLP into the blog as well.

So this is what's going to happen from here on out. Every event and starter I decide to do regarding any of my other blogs are going to start off here from now on. You also can also RP on the chaos blog if you'd like. It will just require me to use other blogs to respond depending one which of my muse(s) you are interacting with. I will also be using this blog for any and all RPs that I didn't get notified on.

Aster recommends this to me as an alternative option to constantly pinging, and so far it seems to have worked after @unofficialuserluser tested it out. So now I'm giving it a go. Fingers crossed this continues to work!

Edit 5/5/2023 - Okay so I wasn’t informed until like… just now the the problem has been fixed. REALLY wish someone would’ve told me this sooner before I went ahead and made this blog. Nonetheless, it’s here and people are already interacting. So I’ll need to figure out an alternative. If you still want to interact, go ahead and do so.

@unofficialuser(anyone you want), @werewolf-makoto-naegi @slimemakotonaegi @ask-ghost-boys @yui-samidare-reborn (anyone you want), @japanese-ultimateautism @special-encounters (surprise me), @laylayeh @tobys-multiverse-official @lre123 @ask-ultimate-personas @ask-the-ultimate-matchmaker @alizachan @coldwisped

As always, anyone who isn't tagged can also interact

#credit goes to respected artists for vectors #discord #discord spirit of chaos and disharmony #makoto naegi #naegi makoto #miu iruma #iruma miu #tsumugi shirogane #shirogane tsumugi #kaede akamatsu #akamatsu kaede #multicrossover roleplay blog #tw: cursing somewhat

[no-more-rule-breakers]

The day was rather quiet, until a portal opened from the sky, and out came a spikey haired boy who landed into the trash can. It was just his luck.

The boy groaned in pain as he rubbed his head while sitting up. He had bandages all over his body. It looked as if he had gotten seriously hurt sometime ago, and is still on the process of healing.

“Ugh… where… am I…?”

It was the middle of the night, and he seemed to be by himself. He tried callling out.

“Hello?! Can anymore hear me?!”

@sole-survivor-makoto-naegi

Taka just happened to be walking nearby, and his eyes widen when he hears the boy.

“That voice…no, that’s impossible!”

Taka pushes it aside, reacting as if it’s a stranger.

“Yes, I can hear you! Where are you?!”

#🏆kiyotaka ishimaru🏆 #♟️inter: makoto naegi♟️

[ask-the-dragon-boy]

Makoto had recently came out of a portal to this place. He couldn't help but to be a bit frightened. This was all new to him. He's met a few different versions of him in his world before, but never had he himself been away from his world into another up until now.

@sole-survivor-makoto-naegi

At least everything looks somewhat similar, though it's actually quite peaceful for once. Just outside there was a strange humanoid creature trying to bite the metal bench. Struggling to even take it apart

[animeangelicprincess]

Happy Birthday Makoto Naegi!!!

Hi everyone! Mod Princess here letting you guys know that I now today is Makoto Naegi’s b-day.

Funny enough, it is currently on the same day at Community Day on Pokemon GO. 

Now, I will start by saying that if there are any of you who not into doing crossovers, aren’t a fan a Pokemon, etc, you do NOT have to be part of what I have in store. You can instead have your muse(s) wish all my Makoto muses a Happy Birthday by as and it’ll be made into a non-crossover

With that being said, I plan I doing a fun crossover event regarding today’s Community Day. You can choose whichever ones you’d like to do or you can do them all. There’s no right or wrong way to do it.

Also, keep in mind that these are all set in alternate timelines. So none of them are set in the canon stories.

Anyways, hope you all enjoy the starters!  ^^

https://ask-timid-makoto-naegi.tumblr.com/post/708469526497542144/birthdaycrossover-starter-timidmakoto-naegi

https://danganronpa-v3-demo-au.tumblr.com/post/708470092048039936/birthdaycrossover-starter-v3-demo-version

https://sole-survivor-makoto-naegi.tumblr.com/post/708470477690191872/birthdaycrossover-starter-sole-survivormakoto

@unofficialuser (all blogs welcome!) @werewolf-makoto-naegi @slimemakotonaegi @ask-ghost-boys (all makotos welcome) @laylayeh @yui-samidare-reborn @ultimate-swimmer-asahina @human-monokuma @unknown-ultimates @aster-nightingale(I know you don’t do crossovers so you can just send asks if you want), @cloveredhope(for V3) @coldwisped(along with any other blogs you want) @mod-makoto-yuki

Anyone who hasn’t been tagged can interact too

#makoto naegi #naegi makoto #happy birthday #ask-timid-makoto-naegi #danganronpa-v3-demo-au #sole-surivivor-makoto-naegi

[despairs-blade]

In an alternate universe, the events of the Sakura Ogami's trial had things happen... differently. The news of this spread like wildfire.

The remaining students of Hope's Peak's Class 78 had guessed the wrong person to be the blackened, and, because the Ultimate Martial Artist's death was her own doing, no one could graduate, and everyone was executed.

Despair... had won.

@sole-survivor-makoto-naegi

There was no greater beneficiary than the group of brainwashed students that formed Ultimate Despair. With the death of Makoto, darkness had finally swallowed the light. The family members of those kept hostage in the killing game were now completely expendable, including Komaru Naegi. Carrying out the task of snuffing out the last candles of hope was none other than Peko Pekoyama, a swordswoman renowned for her ruthlessness and efficiency even before the tragedy.

#peko pekoyama #danganronpa rp #remnant peko pekoyama #remnant-of-despair #remnants of despair

[ask-ultimate-personas]

This is still the current advent Infected just with a little bit of content for the ones who are not in Despair Makoto Yuki’s killing game. - Mod Makoto Yuki

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After what happened in the killing game that caused the virus made by Adachi and Junko and Naoto.

Yu narukami and Yuki Maeda and Elizabeth and Theodore tried to find 🔍 away to Reverse the virus but each ones have different approaches to the current situation.

Yu went away to his team to try give them courage and hope in order to face the War that’s taking place but it’s failing after realizing Naoto betrayed them the Detective of the Group.

Will you help Yu narukami save them from this despair then do the save for Makoto and destroy this killing game?

Or

Elizabeth and Theodore called you to the velvet room to talk about how this current situation ever happened (This one is up to you since this one will take place in the previous killing game which you can portray your muse in it or socialise it with your current advent). Mainly Elizabeth since she was assigned to Makoto yuki as their helper with their persona powers and was a bit worried about the whole situation. Will you explain the whole situation?

Or

Go with Yuki meada to Find the Cure and Combat the All of the monokumas so Yu and The rest has a detraction. Yuki wanted to say thank you Makoto yuki for turning Utsuro into his own persona and use it to his advantage but was it Utsuro was the one that unleashed it on Makoto yuki. If it is then how can Yuki solve this situation and will you help him.

This is all connected to the whole advent so hope it's ok. Basically Makoto yuki was infected with Despair virus and hurted his own team that caused the whole personas users to take their action in this.

Also put a emoji or just say it for the starter

❄️= Yu narukami’s

🔥= Yuki meada’s

🦋= Elizabeth and theodore’s

Tags

@kurokuma-gang @undercurrent-ink @ask-the-journalistalist @thecrimson-oni @cafe-wonders @sole-survivor-makoto-naegi @pizza-for-my-friends @reborn-demon @askultimateluckytrash anyone else you want to interact,

#advent roleplay #roleplay idea / ask #roleplay crossover #crossover roleplay #yu narukami (truth seeker) #elizabeth velvet ultimate velvet attendant #elizabeth and theodore (ultimate attendants or magic user and bro) #elizabeth and theodore ultimate attendants or magic user and ultimate bro #int: yuki meada (ultimate lucky student) #roleplay starter #casual roleplay #roleplay infected #infected advent #rp advent infected

[sole-survivor-makoto-naegi]

You hear a bell in the distance. Is approaching slowly...till you see.. something similar to your hair?, The top is exactly the same.

@ask-shsl-lucky-cat

Makoto was just sitting alone on a bench when he heard the bell. When he noticed the ahoge, he was confused but curious. He did have to be careful though. As it could be something dangerous. The luckster sat up before captiously heading to the direction of the noise.

@ask-shsl-lucky-cat

#sole survivor!makoto naegi #sole survivor!naegi makoto #sole-survivor-makoto-naegi #danganronpa roleplay blog #ask-shsl-lucky-cat

[cloveredhope]

Hello, Mod Princess here, the creator of both @ask-timid-makoto-naegi and @danganronpa-v3-demo-au. I wanted to let you know that the new blog I was planning to make is finally up. It's called @sole-survivor-makoto-naegi and I already sent you a tag for one of your accounts.

Alrighty, once my Pc is fixed I will respond to the tag.

#☘ breakroom chilling [ooc]

[prompt-master]

Whisked Away

Everyone was getting settled for bed at the moment. They hadn't managed to find a proper safe shelter, instead they found an overpass to sleep under. While the rest of the survivors were cleaning and setting up their shelter to be as safe and homely as possible, Byakuya was doing one last survey of their surroundings to make sure everyone would be safe. If an emergency broke out they could always try and get Syo out, but why even risk what can be avoided? Not only that but… 

Makoto had been sick lately. It had started with a small fever that Kyoko theorized was just his exhaustion catching up to him. But even after being able to rest often the fever only grew. Her theory changed, now she thought that there was a possibility of infection from the dumpster that she'd missed in the heat of the moment. The logistics didn't matter much to Byakuya though, the damage had already been done and soon they had to carry a feverish and concussed Makoto wherever they went.  

Byakuya a few weeks ago was still able to keep up the show that he wasn't bothered by the ailment, but now it was hard to keep his worry at bay. Not when Makoto's fever had started to cause him to be delirious.

Byakuya pulled himself from his thoughts, after seeing no sign of danger whatsoever he decided to bring himself back to their shelter. He'd managed to find some more food, and even a little manga he thought Hagakure would enjoy.  At least his venture wasn't for nothing. 

He stepped under the overpass, seeing everyone hunched over. That was strange. He was expecting them to be settling down by now. Then again, these commoners had quite possibly the strangest behavior he'd ever seen. Maybe this was how plebeians talked to each other. 

He opted to ask a question that had been on his mind, "How is he?" 

He expected the answer to be the same as always. "Not better". But instead he was greeted by Kyoko lifting her head and meeting his gaze with one of….

Pure worry. 

Byakuya nearly stepped back at such an open display of emotion. "What's wrong?" 

There was a pause. Now that he noticed everyone looked scared or worried. Yasuhiro was going through their supplies while a pot of water boiled over the fire. 

"Answer me, dammit, what's the problem?"

"Naegi hasn't stopped throwing up." 

What? 

"What? What do you mean?" 

"He-h-he can't hold anything down" Aoi sniffled, her shoulders were shaking in worry but he could tell she was trying to stay strong. "He's been throwing up the entire time you were g-gone…"

"But that would be…" 

Toko was fidgeting badly, looking like she wanted to curl into a ball as her hands pulled and tugged harshly at every joint one by one, "h-h-h-he...h-he threw up w-water too…" 

Byakuya felt cold. 

"That can't be allowed right now!" 

"We know Togamichi! But he can't keep ANYTHING down we've tried even just a few sips and nothing works!" 

He allowed himself to pace inward to be a part of the group. So he could finally get a good view of everything. He could see Makoto lying propped up against a large chunk of broken car, and he looked...awful. His face was scrunched up, the ordeal of constant throwing up had made his stomach and body burn. His face was free of all color, making his fever stand out strong. He was trembling badly, so badly it looked like an unnatural jitter. Kyoko was kneeling in front of him with a hand on his face, trying to keep his head up. Every time she tried to pull her hand back his head wobbled forward or to the sides, unable to muster up the energy to do it himself. His breathing sounded almost wheezy from how out of breath he was. Each breath was sharp and thin. 

 "Naegi" Byakuya spoke before he could stop himself, "can you hear me?" 

No response. 

Kyoko shook her head, "I think all the sudden vomiting put a minor shock on his system. He's been in and out of an unresponsive state." 

Shit. 

"What do we do?" 

The worry in her eyes was suffocating. Byakuya felt as though he was standing in a dry sauna, water bleeding out of the air and leaving nothing but cracked skin and an uncomfortable feeling in his chest.

"He needs to be hydrated." Byakuya found himself saying without really thinking.

Kyoko had a hand over Makoto's chest, feeling the racing pace it had taken. It felt like it could give out any second now. "We can't. He won't keep it down. If we had an IV maybe but…" Kyoko took a shaky deep breath,  "we need to lower the fever."

Byakuya kneeled down by the two, now even closer he could see the lack of sweat on Makoto's face. Painfully dry. Painfully hot. "Take off his hoodie."

She nodded, beginning to pull the zipper. Byakuya put his hand to Makoto's neck. He wanted to hiss and pull away. That sort of heat….Makoto's brain had to be bubbling up crudely at such high temperatures. Soon all that would be left would be a charred black sludge. He could feel the rapid pace of his heart beat, without even trying to find his pulse point. Yet for all the speedy thumping it had there was hardly any pressure in the beats. His heart barely had anything to give. 

"Naegi" he said, as Kyoko finished stripping off the rest of his hoodie. "Naegi you need to wake up right this instant." 

Nothing. His mouth was slightly parted. And strangely enough his eyes seemed to be active behind his eyelids. Fluttering around irregularly. It...startled Byakuya in ways he didn't want to admit. 

He heard a snotty sobbing cry, oh...that's right the others are. He had completely forgotten. Aoi's cries were choked, "i-is he going to die!?" she had said between hiccups, but no one had an answer for her. Or rather...they had their suspicions, but not the will to voice the possibility. 

A strange burnt leathery material was placed onto Makoto's head. Wait...no...that was skin. The ruined hands of Kirigiri Kyoko. Byakuya looked up at her, hoping to ask with his eyes only. For Kyoko to take off her gloves so suddenly..

"My hands are always a low temperature" she said, her bottom lip wavered, "the damage is so bad that they are never a human temperature...I thought that maybe it would help…" 

Makoto's eyes fluttered again. The whites of his eyes flickered between the eyelids until his pupils rolled down into the picture. The fluttering of his eyelids didn't stop, but now he seemed to be drifting his attention around. Byakuya's own heart was rabbit paced as he wondered if Makoto could even see anything. 

Kyoko's voice cracked, "Is he responsive?"

Byakuya shifted the hand still cradled in the crook of Makoto's neck. He lifted his head up slightly, watching as Makoto went from staring behind him to staring directly at him. 

"......n…..nmm…"

Makoto felt like someone was jamming a burning piece of metal into his stomach. The pain was so twisting and seering that he couldn’t even bear to cry. He could do nothing but experience the strange flashes of hot and cold, unable to move with the dried up pain inside of him. He may have not been able to move, but the pain in his stomach was well alive. It was a wiggling squirming thing that you could never get used to. It was like a worm that travelled too far into the street after rainfall. A lost and helpless little thing, rolling around until the soles of a shoe grinded down without a passing thought. No...that was too merciful. This pain was much slower, it was more like a worm caught by a fisherman. His stomach was a worm gutted for bait by a child, held at end to end and pulled until the center flesh tore. Hardly even usable after death, left down onto the table until brown sludge gushed from its slimy husk of a body with the slightest bit of pressure. How he wished he could cry. 

Maybe if he could manage to fall back unconscious he wouldn’t have to feel the twisting of the fisherman’s knife tearing into him. Maybe if he closed his eyes he wouldn’t see her hands shaking over the hilt as he lay limp in the shower. He could never forget how she looked at him, her eyes an untold madness of fury and fear. He couldn't handle it, he had to pry his eyes away. He could barely see past the fluttering of his eyelids as he tried to look up at the sky. That dull red peeking behind blackened clouds. It was supposed to be a reminder of the world’s state, but looking at it right now it almost seemed like Heaven. It felt like someone could reach her hand out and whisk him away to a better world. It was the polar opposite to the complete suffering he couldn’t escape. Was all this pain he felt what she felt? Is that why this was happening to him? If he could bear the burden of her death...would he get to feel peace? And then...well then he would get to see all his friends again, right? That made sense. It had to make sense. The sky was so close, such a comforting red. 

Makoto lifted his hand - how long had that been there? He’d completely forgotten - and tried to reach for Sayaka’s hand. For everyone’s hand. Instead of a warm embrace something rippled and cold wrapped around his palm. What was that? It held his hand with a gentle cradle, he could let his arm go loose and let it do the work for him. He trusted this strange embrace, but it wasn’t the one he’d expected.

“M’zno?” Why was the world made of spirals? He felt sick. 

“...No Naegi, it’s not Maizono. It’s Kirigiri, do you remember where you are?”

“...Hi Kiri”

“Hello Naegi.”

“This is a waste of time, what good is this doing?”

“Shush, he’s barely even aware.”

“Indulging his delirium will not make his fever go down.”

“I know that.”

Byakuya crossed his arms as if that would somehow protect him from his uselessness. He refused to accept this. They couldn't just watch. They were no longer those same trapped students helpless to the horrors around them. They could do something now. He just...needed to figure out what. 

“Hi T’gmi” his voice was cracked and soft from the lack of moisture. It must have been torture, not even being able to swallow anymore. Despite that, he still sounded happy to recognize one of his good friends. 

“.....tch, Hello Naegi.”

He didn’t like how Kyoko looked. Holding his outstretched hand with a calm, solemn expression. Kneeling by his side without the rush of adrenaline all the other survivors had. It was the look of someone who had already given up. 

“Do something.” Byakuya hissed. Kyoko didn’t move. “He needs help.”

“He needs comfort,” Kyoko whispered, “he needs rest,” Sayaka said. 

Kyoko tried to lay Makoto down more comfortably, using his balled up hoodie as a makeshift pillow. She smoothed his hair out of his face. If she would lose him soon then at least she got to touch him with her bare hands before he went. He was still looking up at the sky, fingers just barely flexing like he was trying to take hold. She squeezed his hand, heart aching at how little he seemed to recognize. 

“Kirigiri-”

“I just want to be by his side.” she said, “if he doesn't make it...I want to at least be there for him.”

“So you’re giving up.”

She rubbed her thumb in circles on the back on Makoto’s hand as he whimpered miserably, “No, but I don’t want him to be alone either.”

Byakuya turned to the others, barking out orders to search again for something - anything - that could help. Painkillers, fever reducers, survivors, cold clean water. He needed them to search every nook and cranny of this god forsaken world. His last moments spent with Makoto would not be like this. 

Kyoko squeezed his hand again, “Naegi, if you can hear me, can you please squeeze back?”

It was weak...but the fingers curled up. 

She smiled, “Good. You’re doing a great job. One squeeze for yes, two for no ok?” 

One squeeze, he still looked at the sky. Sayaka watched him, but she said nothing. Why didn’t she look happy to see him?

“Are you in pain?”

One squeeze. That was exactly why he wanted Sayaka to whisk him away. This was the moment he’d been waiting for. He’d been dealing with the retribution of allowing her murder to happen this entire time, surely she would take him with her?

“Ask him if he can talk.” 

Two squeezes. Sayaka didn’t look angry. She didn’t look scared. So why had she pulled her hand away, why was she looking at Kyoko instead? Why did she look so sad?

“Is this ok?” Kyoko asked, pressing a kiss to his hand. It wasn’t much, but he seemed more relaxed now. And any bit of comfort right now was worth the world to her. Byakuya came back and held Makoto’s other, dismissively staring at the ground. “...Does this really help?” he asked.

Makoto gave one squeeze to both questions. He felt exhausted through his pain, his energy seeping away with each and every breath. It was nice, he had to admit, to know that whether he died or not he wouldn't do it alone. He somehow felt safer, even when he was so unsure about his own fate. He would fall back into an unresponsive state soon, having to trust his friends to take care of them as well as they had been. Something about the way Sayaka looked at him made him feel the slightest glimmer of hope again. Maybe instead...maybe it would be Kyoko and Byakuya who would whisk him away. 

#danganronpa #fanfic #makoto naegi #byakuya togami #kyoko kirigiri #naegirigami #naegamigiri #naegiri #whump #i&i #does this satisfy you heathens? #not sure if i should cross post this tbh i kinda hate it but then again i hate everything i write so. #if people want it on ao3 ill put it there #let me know if this needs more tags too #whisked away

[pyropsychiccollector]

Danganronpa: Another IF (Chapter 5, Part 4, Finale Part 2)

            “Thunderous applause for working out something so obvious a monkey could do it… Oh, wait. That gets no applause at all.” Junko snarked.

            “H-Hold on…” Sayaka stuttered. “You called Mukuro… your older sister…”

            Junko grinned madly.

            “That’s exactly right! You recalled something that was said five seconds ago, good for you! Indeed… Mukuro is my hopeless older twin sister…”

            “Twin sister…?” Celes echoed.

            “I am me. And Mukuro is Mukuro.” Junko proclaimed. “No matter how much makeup she wears, Mukuro can never become the Ultimate Fashionista. As long as the barrier exists between mind and the body, two beings can never become one… even if they are twins. It almost feels cliché, so I’m embarrassed to admit it… But it’s the truth. Mukuro Ikusaba—the archetypal ‘athletic older sister’—and me—the archetypal ‘adorable genius little sister.’ The Ultimate Despair crew called us the ‘Despair Sisters’!”

            She was cackling madly toward the end, signaling a change in Junko.

            “Did you just suddenly… change your personality?” Leon asked warily.

            “I already told ya! I’m fickle beyond hope—I even get tired of my own personality!”

            Fujisaki stared nervously at the floor.

            “If you’re twin sisters… Why are your last names different?”

            “That question again…” Junko rolled her eyes. “I get it all the damn time… I don’t care if it’s your first offense—I’ve had to answer that same question to the point of despair! Anyway! It’s cliché as fuck, so come up with something yourself and we’ll roll with that!”

            Makoto looked over at Mukuro in concern. Something occurred to him just now.

            “So wait… You put your sister out in the open with the rest of us, in harm’s way? Why…?” He didn’t get to finish as Junko cleared her throat and put on some glasses, switching personalities again.

            “Right. Allow me to explain. For this project, I required someone to pull the strings behind the scenes in the academic coliseum. Someone to operate Monokuma and keep watch over all of you—in a word, a ‘Mastermind’… However, according to my calculations, Mukuro Ikusaba was incapable of serving that role. She was, after all, a pitiful sister. The kind of incomparably pitiful sister who would go off on her own and enlist in a mercenary group. For that reason, I took the behind-the-scenes role and elected to leave her out in the open as a student. Keeping her with me behind the curtain was an option, but she wouldn’t have been of any help there… Besides, like I said, fifteen participants is a nice, round number. But then, there was the dilemma of Mukuro Ikusaba’s title, ‘Ultimate Soldier’. It is, in a word, ‘3H’. Hopelessly foul, hopelessly disgusting, and hopelessly repulsive… To know that she was far removed from the needs of the society required no calculation on my part. On the other hand, it would have been a shame to let the beauty of my Fashionista title go to waste.”

            Kirigiri narrowed her eyes.

            “So that’s… why you switched places?”

            Junko went on.

            “However, she resembled me even less than I had calculated. Despairingly so… She was no better than a filler character—a ‘Girl A’, so to speak… Coupled with her underwhelming appearance, many predicted she would be one of the first murdered.”

            That got Mukuro to stiffen and look at Junko strangely. Had… Had Junko seriously contemplated killing her at some point? The soldier recalled many times in the past when she had attempted to do so… But this was the Killing Game. Though she was ashamed to admit it now, it was a project she had wholeheartedly supported… because it was what Junko wanted. She thought that, had she listened to Junko’s every instruction, her sister would stop the murder attempts, even for a little while… But then… Was that why Junko wanted her to kill Naegi? Just so she could be executed for it?

            “Don’t tell me… the only reason…!” Makoto exclaimed, coming to a similar conclusion as Mukuro.

            “Naturally, that’s not the only reason. There was also the more prevalent fact that I’d gotten tired of her. You know… I’ve never ooonce had things go according to plan… It’s like, by planning things out, I know what’s gonna happen, so I started getting booored…” Junko made a cutesy expression, switching personalities again. “… so I had a change of heart and was gonna use the last murder case as a chance to be done with her! But then that stupid, ugly bitch had to get cold feet, and pique my interest with her defiance… But that worked, too! ‘Cause I could just use the scenario to erase Kirigiri instead!”

            Mukuro reeled back as Junko concretely confirmed it. Junko… was just going to have her kill Makoto, and she probably wouldn’t have had a fair trial afterward… That, or Monokuma would have left a trail of evidence a mile wide, all pointing to her as the culprit. In that scenario, there would have been no point to defying Junko and fighting for her life. Junko would’ve been the only person she had left. Makoto would be dead, and she had no strong connection with the others… In all likelihood, she would have just accepted her death, because it’s what Junko would have wanted.

            Somehow, she didn’t take comfort in the fact Junko decided to call of that option… And maybe it was because… Junko could still want to execute her on a whim… Like in this final Class Trial, should everyone lose.

            Junko never said that if she won that they would both live… As her explanation just made clear, Mukuro was a student in the coliseum. If Junko won… she was going to be the sole survivor. Mukuro was just going to be another casualty.

            Mukuro’s hand clenched around her chest… That didn’t make her choice any easier. If anything, when voting time came, this was going to be the most difficult decision of her life…

            While Mukuro had been ruminating, Junko had apparently rambled on, gushing to everyone else about the greatness of Despair. And now they were to the point of working out what the motives were for, and how they tied to the memories that were stolen. Interpersonal relations, the past, greed, and betrayal… were all very cliché motives indeed, but they are not the only motives in the world. They were Junko’s seeds of Despair. Things that drove people to murder, and thus spark Despair in them. Junko claimed that they Despaired because they had Hope, and that the two concepts were two sides of the same coin – you cannot have one without the other.

            It took Junko flat-out stating it, but the reason their memories were stolen… was because they had all promised they would stay their whole lives in this academy, if necessary. They did not desire to escape. And without that desire, they were never going to kill each other… She stole their memories to encourage thoughts of escape.

            To nudge the trial along, Junko showed off pictures of the outside world. Of course, none of them had memories of those horrific sights… So to them, these pictures were bizarre and outlandish. Junko egged them on, saying the trial couldn’t continue on if no one could remember what those images were about… and that’s when Mukuro reached a decision.

            “… It’s the Biggest, Most Atrocious, Most Despair-Inducing Incident in human history.” Mukuro explained to them all, earning her sister’s ire. “It’s… the reason the academy was converted into a shelter.”

            Junko growled at the soldier’s defiant attitude.

            “Hey! What happened to no hints?! I explicitly told you, no hints!”

            Mukuro shook her head.

            “Ah, but it’s something they heard about before, remember? Junko, you told me I could contribute to the trial if it’s about information they already had… And they’d heard about it from Alter Ego, when he decrypted those files.”

            Junko backed off when her sister reminded her of that… It was true. Mukuro wasn’t technically breaking any rules… The files had said as much. Junko still looked pissed.

            “S-So, wait…” Leon began to sweat. “You’re sayin’… We closed ourselves off in this academy… because the world basically ended? How does that even work?!”

            Celes cupped a hand over her mouth as she nodded in agreement.

            “I do believe we would have noticed signs that the world was ending, before we entered the academy…”

            Junko cocked her head smugly.

            “Hmm…? You mean when you entered the academy two years ago…?” She grinned.

            “T-Two years…!” Mondo exclaimed, reeling back in shock.

            “… That would explain the photos…” Sayaka mused.

            “And Hagakure’s notebook…” Makoto added, to the idol’s confusion.

            “Huh?” The blue-haired idol tilted her head at the Luckster.

            “It was on the second floor of the dorms… Like Kirigiri said, she found a notebook of hers in one of the lockers… But that wasn’t all. Using the Emergency Use e-handbook that was found in the Headmaster’s secret room, I went ahead and investigated the other lockers. There wasn’t really much in the few that I could open, but there was one that still had stuff inside… A crystal ball, tarot cards, and a bunch of notebooks and other supplies. And one of the notebooks had Hagakure’s name written in it.”

            “H-Hold on…!” Mondo scrambled to recover. “You’re saying… those lockers belonged to us?!”

            “They’d have to… for Kirigiri and Hagakure to have lockers up there…” Fujisaki remarked.

            “But I never even attended a single class here!” Leon continued to deny it.

            “Hagakure’s notes suggested otherwise…” Makoto refuted the baseball star. “And if we studied here for two years, then it’s no surprise Hagakure had so many notes!”

            Kirigiri cupped her chin in thought.

            “I see… So that’s when it ‘started’ for each of us…” At her friends’ confused glances, she elaborated. “Each of us blacked out upon setting foot on campus. I would wager that sensation of blacking out was actually just the loss of our memories… We attended school for two years. The Biggest, Most Atrocious, Most Despair-Inducing Incident in human history happens outside the academy walls, and we agree to shelter ourselves in here...”

            “Because Headmaster Kirigiri wanted to protect you from all that wonderful Despair outside~!” Junko preened. She then slipped on her glasses again. “But he never considered that there was Despair inside as well…”

            Everyone with amnesia sobered up as it all came crashing down on them. The revelations. They’d attended school for two years… possibly became the closest of friends, and experienced growth as a class. Junko and Mukuro worked behind the scenes to bring about the end of the world, and they then sheltered themselves here, most likely so that they could fix the world later when the worst of it was over… A monumental task indeed, but not an impossible one for Ultimates like them.

            And then… tragedy struck, as Junko made her move and stole their memories. Confused and befuddled them, making them strangers to one another again, and inspired them to murder…

            “And those cameras…” Fujisaki remembered with a whimper.

            “That’s riiight~!” Junko chirped. “All your atrocious murders have been broadcast the world over! Some people on the outside haven’t given up yet, and that’s another reason you all had to kill each other~… You guys had to bring it on home to those people that hope is a joke! That even beacons of hope can feel despair~…”

            And that was the long and short of it. The full extent of Junko and Mukuro’s betrayal. And yet… something still stuck out to Makoto.

            “What do you mean… ‘another reason’…?”

            Some perked their ears up at that. It was true. Junko had said that.

            … The fashionista adopted a sad personality.

            “W-Well… It’s just… spending two years together as a class, even I couldn’t stop growing close to you guys!” Junko sobbed. “So… to have you all kill each other… to have the most important people in my life take their own lives… It’s… It’s so despairingly wonderful~… Orgasmic, really…”

            They all just stared at the blonde, who was without a doubt insane… But before they could even grow angry about it, Junko clapped her hands together.

            “However, as fun as this is, we don’t have any more time to talk… It’s time we brought this to a close.”

            “Bring it to a close…?” Makoto echoed hollowly.

            “Ballot time, obviously! Those are the rules, aren’t they?” Junko got all cutesy again. “Oh, and by the way, since this is the final ballot, I decided to change up the rules a bit, toooo!”

            “You changed them?” Sayaka asked in bewilderment.

            “You guys are Hope, and I’m Despair!” Junko said, holding up Monokuma playfully. “The vote is to decide which of those two deserve to be punished… And if there’s even one vote in favor of punishing Hope… then I will be declared the victor, and Team Hope will be punished!”

            “E-Even one vote?!” Fujisaki yelped with wide eyes.

            “Ah, no worries. I will, of course, not be participating in the ballot.” Junko said like it was no big deal. “And to make things even more fair, my disappointing older sister will be on your side! Because she’s a stinky traitor that got too buddy-buddy with you all.”

            Mondo growled lowly at the fashionista’s proposed rules.

            “You’ve got way too many advantages, bitch…!”

            “Don’t worry… Nobody here would choose… to have themselves executed…” Makoto assured the biker.

            “Oh, and while we’re at it—if I win, you guys’ punishment… is to peacefully and quietly go senile inside the academy! That’s what I’ve decided on!”

            ... Needless to say, this caught them all off-guard.

            “Huh?” Makoto asked intelligibly.

            “So… you’re basically saying…” Leon trailed off uncertainly.

            “We’d just… continue living here?” Fujisaki asked in disbelief.

            “It means we can survive…” Mondo scowled.

            Junko got all sad again.

            “And if you don’t like that… then you can punish me… and go out into the world…The dead world. A world in which only Despair exists. I don’t imagine you’ll survive long.”

            “Wh-What’s your point?!” Makoto questioned. “No matter what you say… we…”

            Junko cut him off rather excitedly.

            “Stop right there! I just realized something. Just having you rot away in here is pretty damn dull, ain’t it? The audience’ll never go for it. All right, I’ve got it! I’ll give one of you one spectacular mothafuckin’ punishment!”

            “What?!” Sayaka exclaimed distressfully. “You mean…

            “That one person… will be executed?” Celes finished for her.

            “As for who… I’ve got that under control! Naegi! You’re the one!” Junko cackled.

            “M-Me…?” Makoto asked in horror.

            “I don’t like you, Naegi!” Junko told him bluntly. “You’ve been reeeally defiant! In short, I’m giving you two choices… If even one of you wishes to punish Hope… then Naegi will receive a cruel punishment, and everyone else will live happily together here… But if you all wish to punish me, then I’ll have you leave this place. And you will leave. And then you will die miserable deaths in the outside world. So basically, if you throw Naegi to the sharks, the rest of you get to live!”

            That got looks of dismay from everyone in the room. Not because of Junko’s pessimistic belief that they’d die once they left here, but because… if there was even one vote… one… They’d lose Makoto for real. The guy who came back to them. Made them feel unified again, even when they had doubted each other in this final trial…

            And it was obvious to Junko that they all had doubts, even Makoto himself.

            “What’s this? All outta steam? Not so sure of yourself anymore? Are you afraid of getting punished?” Junko jeered. “Do you not trust your friends…?”

            More than a few winced at that mere suggestion. It was true they had fallen apart without him… So it was natural he’d experience doubt here, too. This was their lives on the line, supposedly.

            “N-No! That’s not it!” Makoto insisted.

            “It’s only natural that you would be experiencing fear. Everyone else seems to have come to the realization that fighting against me is a meaningless endeavor…” As Junko trailed off, Makoto took another look around the room. But it wasn’t quite what Junko was suggesting… There wasn’t self-doubt written on their faces, it was suspicion directed at one another. Especially Mukuro, who was actually the only one conflicted about this ballot time. “Yes… I love those faces… They’re beautiful, eroded away by Despair… Kirigiri can’t betray her daddy, and Muku can’t betray me! Just one person’s Despair means Game Over for ya! It’s hopeless, Naegi! You’re fucked! Hey, hey, who do you think is gonna do it? Whose Despair is gonna kill Naegi?”

            Makoto looked down momentarily before placing a hand over his hear.

            “No one… is going to give in to Despair!” He vowed. He pointed at her in righteous fury. “No one… is going to lose to you!”

            Junko just sighed.

            “You’re no fun… Stubborn to the bitter end… Ah, whatever. Let’s get this over with... The final ballot… It ends there—your dubious Hope… and you, as well!”

            And just like that, they entered the final debate. Junko listed out every reason why they would be “fucked” if they left the academy… How it would be betraying the Headmaster, who so earnestly wished to protect them. She listed it all.

            And yet… One by one, Makoto got through to his friends. It was an uphill battle, but Makoto addressed each of them in turn.

            Leon…

            “You know… I honestly thought I hated baseball!” The Ultimate All-Star confessed. He grinned roguishly as he ran a hand through his wild mane of hair. “But Naegi got me thinkin’! It’s not really the sport that’s a pain in the ass, it’s those stupid regulations about cuttin’ your hair, wearin’ a uniform! All that formal bullshit, I hate it! But… not the game itself. There’s just somethin’ about it… It’s a part of who I am, and there’s no friggin’ way I’m gonna let the guy who taught me that take the fall so I can ‘live’!”

            Mondo…

            “Aiyah…” Mondo hung his head as he placed his hands on his hips. “My bros would kill me if I just threw Naegi to the sharks… Daiya and Ishimaru both…” He then looked up and gave a thumb’s up and a massive grin. “I’m not strong. Much as I try to be on my own, I’m just a reckless little shit that got both his bros killed! I’d be a dumbass to let it happen a third time!”

            Fujisaki…

            “I ran away from being a boy because I wasn’t physically strong… And other boys would give me weird looks for not joining them in most games… I was so scared about my secret getting out, and then worried for Mondo because he lost his temper in the heat of the moment I decided to be brave! I was worried you all would hold that over his head…” Fujisaki muttered quietly, head bowed before he looked up, his face lit with the brightest grin he could muster. “But Makoto understood, and made me comfortable with my real strengths! I’m really good with computers, and I want to help people that way instead of working on my physical weakness… And… I want to be strong in character, like Makoto is. So… I’m not going to let him die here!”

            Kyoko…

            “… I didn’t know my father, so I can’t tell you what he wanted for me… but if he really was my father—if only by blood—then I’m certain… he would never tell me to stay here if it meant deserting Naegi… I can’t explain why, but I know I’m right… Just because I didn’t know him… doesn’t mean I can’t understand him, I suppose…”

             Celes…

            “Ehehe…” The gambler held a hand over her mouth as she tinklingly laughed. “Trying to inspire Hope in me, when all I’ve ever wanted to do is escape from here… Truly, you are an amusing knight, Makoto. That is what you promised, is it not? Perhaps that is why you try to reassure me, even now, when it is your life at stake, and not mine… There is only one suitable response in this situation. Makoto, let us escape together! I will not accept anything less.”

            Sayaka…

            “Makoto… You know my vote was never going to be to punish you…” The idol beamed kindly. “In all that time reaching for my dream, I saw the worst of society, getting disheartened day after day… But then… I saw you, even if it was only from a distance at first. You proved to me people could be better. They could look beyond themselves, and not expect anything in return! You showed me that being selfless was possible, and that selflessness was the whole reason I wanted to be an idol in the first place! There’s no way I could let Junko execute you. Not now, not ever. I lost you once already, and I’m never letting her take you away again…”

            And finally… Mukuro…

            “… Makoto…” The soldier trailed off at first, hand clenched to her chest, gaze down. “This isn’t an easy decision for me to make… I’m literally being forced to choose between you and Junko. Whatever I choose, one of you is going to die…” She looked up with fierce determination. “But… In the end, my trust in Junko has been shaken. Even if I voted for Hope to be punished so that she could live, there’s no guarantee she would really let any of us to ‘live’ in this academy… And while I place little value on my own life, as well as the lives of others, I can’t help but remember how painful it was to lose you… and how relieved I was when you came back to us. I couldn’t bear to go through with that again. Your ‘death’ hurt me worse than any physical injury could have… I have no desire to feel such Despair again. Like Junko said… I’m not her. I can never be her. I swore my loyalty to her because she was family, and she always seemed to be the ‘brain’ between us… But if she’s just going to hit me with another dose of Despair – your real death – and then kill me later, I might as well turn the tables while I can. Junko ordered me to be a student along with all of you, and I’ll consider that her last official order. I… was a member of Class 78, too, so that won’t be a problem… right? I thought a soldier was supposed to never question orders… but… watching everyone here defy Monokuma at every turn, watching you defy him, Makoto, it started making me think what a soldier can fight for. They can fight for the sake of the mission… Or they can fight to protect. And I… I want to be that kind of soldier. I want to protect… you… because you got me to start thinking about the world outside of Junko, You’ve never asked for anything except to be friends, and I… like that… When we get out of here, I’ll be sure to protect you from the Despair that’s out there. If you can affect me, a member of Ultimate Despair, you can easily change all of those people Junko tricked into joining her cause!”

            As Mukuro concluded her speech, which put all of them but Junko at ease, Kirigiri smiled and added a little more input.

            “You know, I don’t think it was Luck or misfortune that brought you here to Hope’s Peak… You’re here for a completely different reason… You’re here to crush the Ultimate Despair… and never relenting in your stand against Despair itself… We should be calling you the Ultimate Hope.” The Ultimate Detective crossed her arms in satisfaction. Junko, meanwhile, reeled back in anger and shock.

            “What… the hell? What the hell are you?! You sicken me… This is absolutely nauseating… Your faces, your words, your interactions… they disgust me! That doesn’t make you cool, y’know?! You’re lame! You’re lame, you’re lame, you’re lame! You suck! You suck, you suck, you suck, you suck…!”

            Makoto closed his eyes in concentration.

            ‘I’m not a world-class anything—nor would I say I have any special abilities worthy of calling ‘Hope’… However… However, I will not…!’

            And just like that, Junko and Makoto entered the final part of the debate – just between him and her. she threw insults and all sorts of negativity at him, but he shot through all those derogatory remarks…

            “Despair of tomorrow! Despair of the unknown! Despair of your memories!” Junko taunted, but Makoto shook his head.

            “Hope keeps on going…!” The Luckster proclaimed passionately. “I will not give up, and I will not give in. I will not grow weary of myself, or the world. I will not abandon the things and people I care about. And I will not succumb to Despair! I mean, my optimism is my one redeeming quality!”

            Junko was at a total loss for words.

            “What… the hell?! What the freaking hell?!”

            With the debate come to a close, Celes placed her hands on her hips and glanced around the room.

            “It looks like we’re done here. I suppose it’s Ballot Time?”

            Leon ran a hand through his hair.

            “We cast our ballot with the switch here, right?”

            “Okay! Here goes…!” Fujisaki cheered.

            “Finally…! Time to end this fucking ‘game’…!” Mondo grinned.

            “Let’s put an end to this Class Trial… and all the bloodshed it represents…” Kirigiri intoned solemnly.

            “With our own hands!” Sayaka agreed wholeheartedly.

            Mukuro and Makoto both smiled, having nothing else to add. They all cast their ballots… and the slot machine ended up on three faces of Junko. Despair was found Guilty… and Despair would be punished…

            “Huh…? What just…” Junko trailed off in disbelief.

            “Junko Enoshima… you lose.” Kirigiri asserted.

            “Lose? Lose? I did? Th-That’s… That’s…!”

            Leon groaned.

            “What now? You gonna deny it?”

            Celes rolled her eyes.

            “Figures. Even the Ultimate Despair is vulnerable to a dose of her own Despair…”

            “Deny it all you want, it won’t change a thing!” Sayaka said firmly.

            But Junko continued on…

            “THAT’S—FREAKING AMAZING~!!” Junko grinned rather gleefully.

            “H-Huh…?” Fujisaki didn’t understand… none of them did.

            “This… This is Despair!” Junko cooed. “I came to this academy… two years ago… and I toiled away, crafting the most intricate plan… I was even gonna sacrifice my sister for its success! And yet, in the end, I still failed! There is no greater Despair in this world!”

            “Wh-What… What are you talking about?” Makoto wanted to try and understand, even if Junko was perhaps the evilest person he’d ever met.

            “I was Despairingly hopeless! From the moment I came into this world, I was tired of everything!” Junko gushed. “So I’ve been looking forward to this moment… this once-in-a-lifetime experience… my whole life… My first and last chance to experience the most awesome Despair! The moment of my death! And to experience it alongside the world-class Despair of my project’s failure… Ahh! I’m so hopelessly ecstatic!”

            “Is she… happy?” Fujisaki asked warily.

            “In any event… you admit defeat, yes?” Kirigiri asked for clarification.

            “Aha… Ahahahaha! It doesn’t really matter whether I’ve won or lost! ‘Cause, either way, it’s all the same for you guys, in the end… Despair outside, and Despair inside! There’s nothing but Despair for you!”

            “N-No… You’re…” Makoto trailed off, only for Mukuro to support him.

            “You’re wrong.” The soldier fixed her sister with a stern glare.

            “Hrmm?” Junko faced her sister curiously, having not seen Mukuro talk back to her like this.

            “I… I can’t claim to be onboard with the concept of ‘Hope’ yet… But if that’s what it means to support Makoto, then I’ll do it! I’ll make sure to undo all of your plans, even on the outside! I was in deep enough to know a lot of your major plans, so seeing them foiled will not be difficult at all. Because… it will bring you even greater Despair, and I’ve always wanted to give you what you want, Junko… Even if you never praise me, I’ll work hard to undo everything!”

            “We’re not afraid of your Despair anymore…” Celes chimed in.

            “We’ve made up our minds! We’re going out there, our Hope held high!” Mondo added.

            “Naegi talked us into it…” Leon chuckled sheepishly.

            “Our little Ultimate Hope~!” Sayaka cooed, pecking Makoto on the cheek and making him blush.

            “Junko Enoshima, you said that Despair spreads like a contagion… Well, Hope does the same thing.” Kirigiri said matter-of-factly. “I’d say the eight of us are the proof you need of that.”

            “K-Kirigiri…!” Makoto smiled in gratitude.

            Junko was still locking eyes with Mukuro, but then she reeled back in disgust.

            “I just can’t get a break, can I? Even Muku growing a spine from out of nowhere… There’s no way such a useless older sister will actually be of help to you guys… I despise that look you guys get at times like this! I know I’m only inviting more pain by doing this, by prolonging how long I have to look at those faces…” Junko calmed down marginally. “… But one last thing. You guys have this helpless obsession with Hope, and if you don’t wanna let that go, that’s fine and all… but you’d best prepare yourselves… because from here on out, you’ll find Despair cropping up to block your path at every turn. No matter which road you take… no matter where you try and hide… Wherever there’s Hope, there will always be Despair—like the two sides of a coin, they’re inseparable. Will you guys be able to hold firm in your devotion to Hope through all of that?”

            “O-Of course we will… We…” Naegi trailed off, only to get cut off by Enoshima again.

            “Don’t bother! I’m just talking to myself here! There’s no need for you to respond!” Junko sighed dreamily. “But even that must come to an end… After all, it’s about time for my punishment, don’t you think?!”

            “You intend… to execute yourself?” Kirigiri asked.

            “Those are the rules!” Junko preened. She then fixed Mukuro with a moody glare. “And if you even think about interfering, I’ll have the remote crushed, and you’ll still all be trapped in here! You know I’ll do it!”

            Mukuro closed her eyes in resignation, but Makoto spoke up.

            “I don’t… really think it’s necessary for you to…” He got cut off again…

            “Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!!!” Junko screamed.

            “What?!” Makoto was taken aback.

            “Have you listened to a word I said?! I have no Hope for my life! Quite the opposite—I’m giddy with anticipation for the once-in-a-lifetime chance to taste death’s Despair… So back off!!!” Soon enough, Junko hovered over the red button that had plagued them throughout all the trials. “Upupu… Upupupu! Ahh, so this is death’s Despair… It’s exquisite! I wish I could have shared even just ten percent… no, even just one percent of this Despair… with the rest of the world! I wish I could have taken the world and coated it in this marvelous Despair! Now, let’s begin! I have a very special punishment reserved for last…! Let’s get this ball rollin’! IIIT’S PUNISHMENT TIIIME! AHAHAHAHAHA!”

            With that crazed speech given, her eyes swirling deeply with Despair, Junko finally pressed down on the button… And the usual sequence began. The screens over the survivors read, “Congratulations! Junko Enoshima has been found guilty. Commencing execution…” An 8-bit sprite version of Junko walked off the screens with Monokuma gleefully, rather than being dragged like the past murderers had been…

            It wasn’t a single execution. Junko was put through a montage of executions… One where she was tied to a post and bombarded with baseballs. One where she sat on a motorcycle that ran around in a motorcycle cage that was electrified. One where she had to operate a computer to shut defuse a countdown… and was summarily given the electric chair for successfully defusing it. There was one where she had to sing and hit the notes of a karaoke song, to fill a score meter until it was full, and a beartrap along the edge of the stage; the trap snaps closed just as she’s about to fill the meter all the way. There was one where she had to navigate a field of landmines, and failed to do anything when Monokuma flew by in a bomber plane and dropped a nuke. There was, “The Burning of the Versailles Witch,” where she was in the midst of burning flames, and then crushed by a firetruck. There was, “The Space Journey,” where she went up in a rocket and swiftly came crashing back down.

            There’d been one execution for each of them. Makoto had a feeling the last one would’ve been reserved for him…

            Finally… There was the Detention execution. The one that failed for Kirigiri. Junko sat in a chair, without a desk, as the conveyer belt carried her back to a giant metal cube that would utterly crush her… She was holding Monokuma in her lap, flashing a victory sign, and shooting them all a Cheshire grin. Her attitude made them think she would back out at the last second…

            But she never resisted. Soon enough, she was under the cube. The mechanism temporarily stopped, making even Junko think it had malfunctioned again… But just as she looked up… It slammed down on her hard. There was a thick, goopy noise as her blood splattered all over, indicating her death was not faked…

            Junko Enoshima was, without a doubt, permanently dead…

            And what they all presumed to be the escape switch was lying a little away from the cube that had crushed Enoshima, and had ceased working the moment it crushed her. The switch was coated in blood now, but it was otherwise undamaged.

            They would finally be able to escape… The final Class Trial… Junko Enoshima, the Ultimate Despair… their lives at the academy… The game was totally, completely over.

            ~*~

            It was over, but the building didn’t go down in a Hollywood-style explosion, and it didn’t all fade to black… It didn’t end in extravagant, flowery detail, nor, really, did anything ending-like happen at all. Everything remained the same.

            Well… except one thing.

            The AC stopped. The thing that Junko called the “air purifier”… shut down. That was it. They would have a little precious time to collect anything they might need to go out into a world that was purportedly war-torn and enveloped in chaos and Despair… But then they would have to leave. They wouldn’t be able to stay.

            … Not that they intended to in the first place… But this, was their Farewell to Despair Academy…

            ~*~

            The eight of them eventually regrouped in the entrance hall, where it had all began. They remained silent for some time, standing in front of the door… caught up in their own epilogue, and all the events that preceded the conclusion.

            After a while, Kirigiri folded her arms.

            “Just standing here isn’t going to get us anywhere… It’s about time we get going…” She nodded to the Luckster. “Naegi, would you do the honors?”

            “S-Sure…” Makoto stuttered, taking the switch from her and feeling its weight in his hands…

            “Do you think it’s real?” Leon couldn’t help but ask. “Is that really the key to this door?”

            “As best as we can guess…” Fujisaki muttered. “Based on what she said, this should open it…”

            “She said she would ensure we left…” Kirigiri rubbed her chin contemplatively. “And then she left us this just before she died… Given that, it seems very likely that this would be the key we need to get out of here.”

            “B-But still… what if it’s, like, a self-destruct button?” Leon proposed. “Enoshima never said we’d leave this place alive…”

            “That is possible, yes…” Kirigiri conceded.

            “But we can just not push it…” Celes pointed out. “The air purifier is dead, and will never work again.”

            That was true. But to quell their fears, Mukuro spoke up.

            “It’s the escape switch. There is no deceit. Jin Kirigiri pressed that button to seal us within, when this all started. Junko could not have tampered with it.”

            Though that might not have meant much, coming from a former enemy… many of them had to admit, it was a little comforting that the Headmaster held the switch before Junko did. It meant that it wasn’t another contraption that she developed… It was possible that she did tweak with the remote, behind Mukuro’s back… But that wasn’t a possibility they liked to dwell on.

            Mondo scowled with determination.

            “Even if it is a trap… We just gotta risk it. I have to know… how the gang’s doing on the outside. The gang Daiya and I created together…”

            “My band… My friends…” Sayaka whispered quietly, hugging her arms in fright, Makoto wrapping his arm around her shoulders in comfort.

            “We should also check on the loved ones of Asahina and the others…” Fujisaki chipped in. “They deserve to know what happened, if they don’t know already!”

            “I just hope… the world we all know and love is waiting for us on the other side of this door…” Leon grinned nervously. “That Enoshima’s story was one big, fat lie…”

            Makoto hummed in thought.

            “But no matter what’s happened to it, it’s still ‘our world’… So, whatever is waiting for us out there… watch out, because here we come. Besides, well, compared to this academy, the world’s a pretty big place… and because of how big it is, there’s obviously always going to be despair somewhere… but there’s just as much hope, y’know?”

            Sayaka loosened up in his arms, marginally.

            “The search for hope—the endeavor to find hope… That, in itself, is true Hope… and as long as you have that, you can keep pressing forward, no matter how hard you fall…”

            Celes giggled, hand covering her mouth again.

            “I’m certain if Togami were here, he would say that he doesn’t need the ‘likes of you’ to tell him that… It would be just like him to look down his nose at someone as… Hopeful as Makoto…”

            Mondo groaned.

            “Oi… Don’t bring up that arrogant sonuvabitch again… I was ready to punch him from day one…”

            “And you did punch Makoto…” Sayaka scowled, to which the biker looked appropriately chagrined.

            “Keep in mind…” Mukuro spoke up again. “There are people on the outside who haven’t given up on Hope yet… Now that we’re through with the trial, I can tell you that one such group is called the Future Foundation, which is made up of Hope’s Peak graduates and former staff… We will not be alone in righting the wrongs I helped to commit…”

            No one denied Mukuro had a hand in creating all this… But, internally, more than a few admitted that Junko really was the brains of the operation. Though Mukuro was misguided, she was loyal to her family… which a lot of them could not find fault with. If you couldn’t find companionship in your family, who could you fall back on?

            … Well, Mukuro would be finding out the answer to that question, now that Junko was gone…

            “Let’s just see what we can do out there…” Kirigiri stated. “I look forward to continuing to work with all of you.”

            “I guess this is goodbye… goodbye to this academy… And Ishimaru, Asahina, Sakura…” Fujisaki said.

            “Yamada, Togami, Fukawa, and Hagakure as well…” Celes remarked, twirling a lock of hair around her finger. “Though I would normally charge for my services… If you are ever in need, come and talk to me. Whether or not I will be able to help you is another matter…”

            “It had to happen sooner or later… Let’s send everyone off with a smile!” Sayaka said, smiling sadly. “I’ll… I’ll come up with some songs to pay homage to them!”

            “Guys, if you ever need some muscle, just holler! I’ll come runnin’ over in a flash!” Mondo promised.

            “That goes for me, as well…” Mukuro admitted, knowing Makoto would at least want to help his friends here. She planned to stick close to his side, though.

            “I’m not gonna miss this place…” Leon admitted.

            “I can’t say I will, either.” Kirigiri concurred. “But I do kind of feel strange about leaving…”

            “I’m not quite sure how to put it into words…” Makoto said finally. “… but I guess this is our graduation, huh? Well, then… Here goes!”

            Finally, Makoto pressed the switch… with his own hands… with their own hands… they would walk through the door to the future where Hope and Despair were intertwined… They had Hope, so they would soar. They had Hope, so they would continue the fight, and right the wrongs of the past.

            With little fanfare, there was a large blaring sound as the door’s mechanisms began to unlock and open. The turrets trained at the door went up into the ceiling, and the iron door finally opened…

            They’d earned the freedom they yearned for since the beginning...

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Dangan Ronpa Astrology Facts

Notes: NDRV3 Spoilers and the Ultimate Imposter is not counted, since their official birthday is unknown.

- Prior to NDRV3, Makoto Naegi was the only Aquarius character in the series.

-Prior to DRAE, there were no Aries or Scorpio characters in the series. 

-Most of the Mastermind/Mastermind Accomplices in the series have been Capricorns (Junko Enoshima/Ryouko Otonashi in DR1, DR0, SDR2, DRAE (as Junko AI in Kurokuma and Shirokuma) and DR3 Despair. Mukuro Ikusaba in DR1 and DR3 Despair. Hajime Hinata/Izuru Kamukura in SDR2. Kazuo Tengan in DR3 Future)

-Sole Dead: Celestia Ludenburg is the only dead Sagittarius and Gonta Gokuhara is the only dead Aquarius.

-Sole Survivor: On the flip side, Hajime Hinata is the only living Capricorn, Monaca Towa is the only living Aries and Nagisa Shingetsu is the only living Scorpio.

- Monaca has the honor of being the first character introduced in a sign and outliving everyone else of that sign.

-The most common sign in the series is Taurus. Characters Include: Aoi Asahina, Byakuya Togami, Mahiru Koizumi, Nagito Komaeda, Mikan Tsumiki, Chisa Yukizome, Masaru Daimon, Great Gozu and Kirumi Tojo (9 Characters). 

-The second most common sign in the series is ties between Capricorn and Cancer with 8th characters each. (Capricorns: Leon Kuwata, Junko Enoshima/Ryouko Otonashi, Mukuro Ikusaba, Hifumi Yamada, Hajime Hinata/Izuru Kamukura, Kazuo Tengan, Sato and Tenko Chabashira) (Cancers: Sayaka Maizono, Kazuichi Souda, Peko Pekoyama, Akane Owari, Hiroko Hagakure, Jin Kirigiri, Kokichi Ouma and Ryoma Hoshi)

-There has been 1 Libra per new cast. Kyouko Kirigiri in DR1, Sonia Nevermind in SDR2, Koichi Kizakura in DR3 Future, and Amami Rantaro in NDRV3. Out of these four, only the girls have survived.  

-NDRV3 is the first series installment with a new cast to not introduce a Pisces character.

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