A/N I don't really know what genre to put so that could change

Komaru was supposed to be a normal high school girl. She didn't have any notable talents and mostly followed the majority, but she didn't mind her lifestyle. The girl had loving parents and an adorable older brother that she looked up to. Even when he was recruited for Hope's Peak Academy, the best school in Japan, Komaru was never jealous of him; she felt nothing but pride. She was an otaku who loved manga and considered drawing it as a career. This was the life she always thought of having.

Then what went wrong?

She began to lose hope when she was a prisoner for a year and a half in an apartment. Being freed by that Monokuma gave her new hope, only to be caught again in a bigger cage — the demon hunt. Hunted by children. Feeling so useless. Despair replaced her newfound hope, again. Even then she made a new friend, a walled up writer who was a sneeze away from becoming a serial killer. Together, they were able to overcome that despair by fighting back, defeating the children one by one. They contacted Future Foundation, saw Makoto again, and even instilled hope to the rest of the adults in the city.

Komaru and Toko overcame every obstacle and that's what has led them to stand above the sitting Monaca Towa. In Komaru's hands was the remote that controlled the army of Monokuma and the children of Towa City. They did it. They won.

Then what went wrong?!

It was so tempting to break the controller, especially when Kotoko and Haiji came in and added more pressure to such an important decision. It was even more nerve wracking when she learned that the children's heads would explode if the controller broke, yet the adults of the city were shouting at her to do it anyway. Their yells made Komaru's legs, her entire body, tremble in fear. Maybe it wasn't her gut telling her to not break it, but rather the fear of making a mistake.

But none of that mattered once the TV was brought in.

Komaru was brought down to her knees as the image on the TV burned into her eyes. Two adults were hung with their faces darkened, the names "Komaru" and "Makoto" were written on the woman's skirt in blood.

Her mouth moved on their own. "Komaru? Makoto?"

She just saw that her parents were dead; they died of misery and torture. Now, something else inside of her felt the same way.

Her ears began to deafen but she knew what they were saying. The Towa siblings insisted on revenge by destroying the controller, while Kotoko and Toko insisted to not do it. Komaru looked at the controller as she thought about what to do now. As everyone continued to persuade her, there was only one thought on her mind, right there and then.

So what?

Komaru looked up at Monaca, with burning eyes — eyes ready to incinerate the witch child into ashes. She could already feel a burning sensation somewhere in her gut.

"If you want me to destroy it that much," she said, "I'll do it." The heavy coals weighing down her stomach began to heat up the flames inside of her.

Toko was starting to feel nervous. She replied, "I-I said hold on! Calm down and think carefully, Komaru!"

The flames were starting to become too much to handle. She could feel steam come out of her nose before venting all that anger into her lungs.

"Shut up!" Toko was taken aback by this, but Komaru continued to yell.

"Who cares anymore?! No matter what happens to the adults, no matter what happens to the children, no matter what happens to this city, no matter what happens to the world…" The yelling was getting louder and louder, as if she was trying to get this through to the entire world. She took a huge breath in, only to let it out in one big swoop.

"I don't give a damn anymore! I don't give a damn!"

As Komaru stood up, the tears hanging on her cheeks fell down to the cold, hard floor. She raised the controller above her head.

"K-Komaru!" Toko shouted.

Komaru turned her head towards her, but not before glancing over everyone else. Monaca watched, with anticipation, at the moment of truth she worked hard to achieve. Haiji was grinning like crazy for the opportunity of revenge. Kotoko watched, with dread, for the children and being alone again. Toko seemed to be paralyzed, but she was shaking too. The hot streaks on Komaru's cheeks made her grit her teeth.

"Toko… I'm sorry, I… it's impossible… I… can't become like Makoto…"

"This was all determined from the very start," Monaca chimed in.

Komaru imagined all of the memories of her old life; the life she had with her brother and parents. She shoved all of them between her hands.

"The hope you felt was just for the sake of making you feel the worst kind of despair."

She imagined her memories of the hunting game. Meeting all new sorts of people and becoming close with Toko. She pushed all of them between her hands.

"I knew from the beginning that you would fall into despair."

Komaru focused all of her emotions between her hands. The loneliness of the apartment, the fear for her life, the smiles and laughs she's had, the anger and sadness wallowing within her at the moment.

All of her hope was now between her hands. With all her might, she swung the controller down onto the cold floor.

She watched it shatter. It made a bittersweet sound as it broke into a million pieces. There was nothing left within Komaru; only despair could fill the void within her now.

And the world celebrated with fireworks all over the city.

As the room vibrated from all of the explosions, the flashes brightening the window, Haiji's cackles filled the room like thunder.

"Yes! The children are dead!" he boasted. "Now, our hope can finally prosper!"

Kotoko and Toko looked in horror at the shattered controller, frozen in their places. A sinister grin creeped on Monaca's face towards Komaru, who showed no emotion as she stared at the hands that once held the controller. She blinked a few times before her hands began to shake and her voice was a quiet wail.

"What… have I done…?"

Her knees became heavy all of a sudden and they crashed onto the floor. Soon, she was down on all fours, the girl felt like she was surrounded by despair. Even the floor seemed to taunt her as it reflected the sinister smile on Monaca's face. It started to sink in, like a slow but deadly poison seeping into her bloodstream. The poison called Despair, as well as the realization of what she just did to those poor children.

I just killed them. Komaru couldn't even say that without choking on her words.

Her next bout of despair came at her like a brick, because it dropped from the ceiling.

A big crash burst through the wall. Komaru had just enough time to see Big Bang Monokuma's fist inside the room before chunks of the ceiling came towards her face. The debris crashed and surrounded the girl, isolating her from the outside world. Komaru felt something wet on her head, which didn't matter as she began to close her eyes. What was initially a vision of shadows blended with small cracks of light, soon became just complete darkness.

So, this is true despair...

A laugh bellowed the silent air around a man carrying a wheelbarrow of two teddy bear heads. The black bear head, Kurokuma, couldn't help but make fun of his little brother, Shirokuma, the white bear head.

"I can't believe that Monaca's plan actually fucking worked! She started a war and groomed a successor... only for you to kill her!" Kurokuma laughed some more.

"Hey, I did get both leaders at least," Shirokuma replied, trying to defend himself.

"We didn't even expect her plan to actually work," Kurokuma continued. "I mean come on! How can you have a successor when the original still exists?!"

"And now that the war will begin soon... our plan, created at the assumption of Monaca's failure and to truly revive me, has failed. Soon, Remnant of Despair will reunite without the Neo World Program." The man's face was stoic throughout their discussion. His red eyes occasionally glanced towards the bear heads as the wind carried his long dark hair behind him.

"Our plan, no, my plan was ruined. Well, more specifically," Kurokuma's voice changed to a feminine one, "Junko-fucking-Enoshima's plan. Upupu. If only I had a body to truly feel the tingle of despair I could sense throughout my body. That alone gives me even more despair." Giggles of ecstasy from both heads was heard by the man. The hard glances he's been giving them have softened. Now, the AIs began speaking alternatively.

"Despite being stupid kids, they surprised even me with the results they supplied. This was what you wanted, right Izuru? An unpredictable future?. The foundation of the true battle between Hope and Despair will emerge in this war — in a town I didn't even give a damn about. Now you'll get the answer you've always wanted. Truly, a final battle that's so despairingly perfect!" Izuru Kamakura stopped pushing the wheelbarrow. He stared down at the bears. If things truly were going his way, he'd have crushed these heads and ripped out their AIs a while ago in order to prepare for the next step. However, it'd be pointless to do so now. He finally spoke.

"What do you plan to do now?"

"We'll grab some popcorn, then Netflix and chill of course!" She replied. "We have a golden opportunity to literally watch a city burn and crumble right before us. Well... the crumble part is already half way done." As if on cue, the side of nearby building crashed down onto the street right after she spoke.

"But yeah! We already did so much work. Let's watch the fruits of our labor and admire this calamity of despair. Let's see if Mr. Protagonist, Makoto Naegi, and the lame Future Foundation fall under the power of Despair, whether it's led by Remnant of Despair or that 'Successor'. If nobody actually steps up to the plate, then I guess we can get off our cinema seats and actually play a role in this part of the story!

"Are you willing to do this with us? Pretty please, with sprinkles on top?"

Izuru didn't give them a verbal response. He didn't need to.

Thanks for reading!