#☾✩☽ verse: danganronpa pre tragedy

[phantasmalnightmare]

Starter for @despairs-memorial

Junko stared down at the board member listlessly. "Heyyyy. Don't give up already. I just took one eye. Don't you wanna like live or something? Pretty L to just give up like this if you ask me." She huffed in annoyance, crossing her arms across her chest. The man had stopped struggling and crying after she'd taken his eye. She grabbed a spoonful of curry and placed his eyeball on top, bringing it to his face, but the spark of hope that had been in his eyes earlier was long gone. "Say Ah~" She trilled, and forced the spoon into his mouth, but the man had no strength to chew, or even to spit, as the curry mix fell out of his mouth, and dribbled onto the front of his shirt. "Ick."

"BORING. Hey sis!" She called out, knowing that Mukuro was somewhere else in the small house. "Get your fat, smelly, ugly ass in here! I need someone to take out this garbage." The Fashionista kicked the man with her heel for emphasis. She wore very sharp and sturdy stilettos, and the heel sank into the man's leg with a satisfying squelch.

The man was still alive and managed a small whimper, but he was already in the realms of despair. "Where is that ugly cow!? Do I have to do everything myself? I don't wanna kill someone who's already broken. It's like totally no fun." She pouted.

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Starter for @dead-or-lie

The culture festival was next week, and Ibuki felt the pressure coming on. There was nothing else quite like Hope's Peak when it came to such an event, since everyone there was supposed to be the cream of the crop. As a musician, she would of course be expected to preform, and she was determined to put on the most rock and roll concert yet. She was currently practicing, and she'd been at it for some time.

As she finished her hit song "Hella Metal Puppies," she took a break for some water, before noticing it was now dark out. "Huh when did that happen?!" Ibuki checked her cell phone and gasped. "It's already eight? No waaaay. It's spoopy in the dark, and there's probably hardly anyone else here this late. What'll I do?"

She put her guitar away and cleaned up, before heading to the door. Cautiously, she poked her head out. "Helloooo? Is anyone out there? Ibuki needs an escort or whatever it's called! Not that I'm scared of the dark or nothin'. Black and me go hand in hand!" Except she was scared.

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Starter for @91cmspoilers

Junko headed to the room where Izuru was kept, humming to herself. She'd visited him a handful of times now, and the man that was so perfect in every way, proved to be an endlessly amusing toy. This was the first time she'd managed to convince her irritating younger sister behind. Mukuro was scared that he would grow disinterested in her and kill Junko, but that was what made the game so much fun for her. She kicked open the door unceremoniously, before laying eyes on her target.

"Kamukura senpai~ Did you miss me?" She trilled, wiggling her body in a flirty manner. "I left the smelly, uggo behind, so it's just you and me." As she spoke, she quickly pulled a knife out that had been strapped to her thigh, and she launched it at his head. She was confident he would dodge it, just like every other weapon she'd thrown at him.

"Aren't you bored down here all by your lonely? Why don't we go on a date? I'll show you that despair is worth living for." The Fashionista grinned.

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Starter for @mechatiqe

Gundham frowned as he sat as his desk in class. He'd been trying to attend classes more since their teacher had put in so much effort in strengthening their bonds, but it was unusual for her to send a notice for a mandatory class. He wondered what it was about, as Yukizome made her way to her desk.

"Okay class, today you're going to be assigned your partner for the science fair." He blanched at her words, suddenly feeling anxious. The only thing he feared more than group projects, was an assigned group. "I've picked students that I think need to improve their relations, and I've high hopes for this."

He was sweating bullets, as she began to call off their partners. His four dark devas poked their heads out in concern for their master, sensing his unease. He hoped that he'd be partnered with Sonia, but he knew it couldn't be that easy, and as she called out "Tanaka and Soda," his heart sank. The mechanic and him frequently butted heads. Nevertheless, he made his way over to the other male's desk.

"Kehehehe.. It would seem that one such as you has been blessed upon this day. Even mortals such as yourself have not been entirely forsaken it would seem. Rejoice, for the Supreme Overlord of Ice and Snow, Gundham Tanaka, shall complete this quest with you!" He exclaimed proudly, his devas standing on his shoulders, looking smug. "This will be child's play, if I create a display using some of my familiars."

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Starter for @unrealization

Junko had the most boring day, although she'd said that about yesterday, and the day before. She looked drearily out of the limousine's window, sighing softly. Despite being Ultimates, her classmates were utterly predictable and mundane. Yet, she was growing to care about them, and even think of them as friends.

Just another reason to want to have them murder each other.

Lately, she'd been forming a plan. She'd need help in order to pull it off though, and her useless sister had been on some sort of mercenary assignment for awhile.

The limo pulled up in front of her house, and she paid the driver, before exiting. Her analytical prowess immediately put her on guard as she noticed that something was off. The blinds were now open, and the living room light was on. Someone was already in the house.

The Fashionista quietly opened the front door, and she slipped inside. Peeking around the entrance way, she noticed Mukuro. She grinned, removing the knife she'd been gripping inside of her pocket, ever since she'd come inside. As silently as possible, she snuck up on her sister from behind, intending to stab her. She'd never managed to catch her off guard, and she was sure this time would be no different, but it was always a fun game to play: To see if she could kill the one person she cared for.

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“Hey, dicklord. You have sunflower seeds on you for your hamsters, right? Give me some. I’m hungry.”

"I... beg your pardon?" He should have been used to the mechanic's quips by now, but dicklord was a new one. "Kehehehe... You do know what they say. Do not say the Lord's name in vain, lest you be sent to the sixth layer of hell for an eternity of damnation! Even I shall not tell my brothers to spare the likes of you. Fuhahaha!" Gundham proclaimed dramatically, covering part of his face with one of his hands.

"My Four Dark Devas have consumed all of their sustenance. In fact, I was on my way to procure some more. I do not think that a mere mortal such as yourself would be able to handle the raw energy of a sunflower seed that has not been tainted by mortal processing!" Most humans wanted them roasted, and/or with salt, he'd noticed. "The school has one such area where I might collect them, but I needn't divulge the hidden location to a human with a mere five mp. Begone." Maybe if Kazuichi had asked nicely he'd show him where they kept the plants, but instead, he'd demanded them in such a rude manner.

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"T-Tanaka!!" Mikan greeted with a small grin. She headed over to his desk and set a small bag wrapped in a pretty pink ribbon down. Inside the bag were homemade shortbread cookies decorated with pink and red sprinkles and dipped in chocolate. "I made everyone some cookies. H-Happy Valentine's day!"

Gundham was ready to leave as soon as the bell rang. He hated this day of the year, as any loner did. Seeing all the happy couples only served to remind him that he was quite the social pariah. That's why he was startled when the nurse approached his desk, and she placed some nicely decorated cookies in front of him.

"C-could it be? Kehehehe... But it is! The Ultimate cookies of legend! I must admit.. I did not expect such a gift from you." He nodded sagely, as he picked up the cookies, admiring the detail she'd put into them. "You have my gratitude. Even though these appear to be a gift out of some unfounded pity, as you bequeathed them to all the other mere mortals as well. Nevertheless, the others will not realize what a gift they have received. Fuhahahaha!" The breeder exclaimed, posing.

Since he wasn't expecting to get anything though, he had no return gift. Panicking, he checked his pockets. Pellets, a rubber band, some coins. Unless... "Alas, I do not have a gift of equivalent exchange. I do have this though." He pulled out what his hand had brushed against, a tin of handmade salve, and offered it to her. "I created this concoction to heal injuries since my minions tend to bite whenever they fancy. Perhaps it may interest you, as a healer."