It was all destroyed. My everyday life, the school I go to, the café I hang out with my friends, even the world itself was all destroyed and taken over by despair.
Coughing up some soot, I brushed off the rumble on my head and looked around. The shelter I was located at with some of my friends was just bombed. There was still a ringing in my head from when the bomb landed and my left femur was most likely broken. Looking at my surroundings, I could see my shelter reduced to rumble and stained with blood.
Oh my gosh, please tell me that the rest are at least alive!
However, I was incredibly wrong when I planted my left hand behind me on something soft yet hard in the middle. Turning around, I realized that my hand was on one of my friend's lifeless severed head.
"aahh—AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" A scream bubbled up and exploded out of my mouth like a bad chemistry experiment. I couldn't stop my scream but I didn't want to stop it. Even if my already dry throat was hurting like crazy, the scream kept coming, until it was out of fuel.
Why? Why did this have to happen? Just a couple of weeks ago, I was chatting with my friends before class. We were talking the school protest that happened at Hope's Peak Academy that appeared on last night. Some of even joked about how stupid it was. However, we didn't know that it was the fire that ignited the bomb of despair and war. Endless war that killed most of us and our peaceful days.
Gasping for breath, I hopelessly fell into the rumble with open arms. Why am I still alive? Is this supposed to be a miracle or a curse? I have no clue.
"Oh! It seems that there are still people alive in the area, Miss Junko!" An extremely excited male voice was echoing in the distance.
Who is that? Whoever it is, I have a bad feeling that they are not on my side.
Crawling, I desperately hid in the rumble. I covered my mouth to keep any more uncontrollable screams to surface and tried my best to slow down my rapid breathing. For some reason, I still had a will to live after what I saw. Tears trickled down my face and over my soot coated hands. As the sound of the footsteps gets closer and closer, my heart pumps more and more. My heartbeat sounded so loud that whoever was coming towards me could already hear it. The whole minute I was in this situation felt like a day to me.
Even though I was scared out of my mind to do this, curiosity possessed me and I peeked out of the rumble to see who exactly this person was. That's when I saw... her. The world's despair in human form.
She looked like a person you would see in a girl's magazine. With perfect makeup and a huge grin on her face, she borne two blonde pigtails that were tied up by two bear hair ties. There wasn't a single speck of blood or dirt on her at all. At her sides were two teenage boys, both stained with blood. The man on her right had messy white hair like a mop which contrasted his young age, while the other had hair that looked like long spider legs. The two men were like day and night to each other.
"Hmmmm, I wonder what lucky person gets to experience Junko's despair firsthand on her last day in the outside world. They must be the perfect stepping stone for the others to accomplish Ultimate hope!" the one with the white hair exclaimed with a devilish grin and a slight chuckle.
"They are probably going to be a boring person like you," the one with the black hair scoffed at the white haired man.
"Maybe they might be an interesting person, Kamukura, an interesting person filled with hope!" The white haired man grinned wider and started to laugh.
"Settle down, Komaeda. You two need to quickly find the survivors before the Future Foundation comes and fill them with DESPAIR!"
"Yes, " they both replied and started their search. Oh gosh, please don't find me!
After the two men search for what seemed like hours, it doesn't seem that they found any survivors. To be safe, I didn't continue seeing what they were doing and instead relied on my hearing. No screams, no moans of pain, and no pleads of saving their lives. Just continuous sound of footsteps and rummaging of rocks. At some point, my body somehow decided to shut down during all this chaos. Well, I wasn't really sleeping well the past few days due to world ending.
Then before I know it, I felt someone jabbing their finger into my cheek. In a daze, I try to make out who exactly is jabbing me. I froze. It was the white haired man. Letting out a scream in fear, it was instantly blocked by the man violently squeezing my mouth shut. Slowly, he brings his mouth closer to my ear while still holding my mouth shut.
"Stay quiet and whatever you do, don't move!" he softly whispered. He left a mark of confusion on my face.
Huh? What exactly are you doing? Aren't you supposed to be crazy? Aren't you my enemy? If you are going to kill me, get it over with already and stop making me so confused!
Author's Note: Hello! I just came up with this randomly and for fun. As you can tell, I'm a huge Komaeda fangirl and there is a possibility that it might turn out to be a Komaeda X reader fanfiction. I will try my very best to write more but I make no promises. Sadly, I am a victim of a despair called "procrastination" but I will never give up hope! HOPE you have enjoyed reading this! (Sorry for the people who read it with those terrible typos)