So...I'm replaying all of the Dr games, and some scenes sprouted some plot bunnies, so here we are! I'm currently at the Sdr2 prologue cause I didn't really think I was going to do this, but eh, I'm still doing it, what can ya do about it?

Spoilers, obviously, though that was a given.


Set during Dr1, Mukuro's death

Junko Enoshima loved her sister.

She really did.

Sure, she was useless the majority of the time, and sure, she could do virtually nothing without being ordered to, but she was still her sister. Mukuro was practically all she had, and she cared about her; despite the constant abuse she threw at her. Junko had actually found herself to be worried during Mukuro's sudden disappearance almost five years prior, and yet her sister's absence had thrown her into such delicious despair she couldn't help but feel grateful at the same time. Being kept in the dark of her sister's whereabouts and whether she was alive or not had caused endless nights of insomnia. Endless nights of despair. Endless nights of ecstasy.

Of course Mukuro hadn't really changed much in their three years apart. She was still a hopeless masochist, practically begging at Junko's feet to be her pawn, to do all her bidding, to be reduced to nothing more than a simple, discardable toy. It was boring, really. So predictable- yet admirable, in its own twisted, unique way. Love was a foreign concept to the both of them. Love was made out of hope, of happy memories and incomprehensible feelings. And so, they didn't feel 'love'. They only felt despair.

"You're freaking insane, you know that?!"

Ah, there she was. Her dear, precious sister Mukuro. Mukuro, who was following the plan and script they'd laid out perfectly. Mukuro, who was doing an ultimately shit job of portraying Junko.

Like seriously! Who in their right fuckin' minds would ever believe a pig like her could pass as the Ultimate Fashionista? Twins or not, the differences were obvious. Mukuro clearly had eyes that were much more slanted than her sister's, much more narrowed. Her undeniably fake smile was sharper too, and no matter how much foundation she layered on top of the other, no amount of makeup could hide those cute little adorable freckles mapped out all across her cheeks.*

Junko couldn't see her face from here, only Monokuma's exaggerated array of control panels. A fault in design, really, but she'd just have to make do with it. Even still, the blonde didn't need to be able to see her sister's face to know her expression; faked anger, twisted features, a red face. An utterly disgraceful portrayal of someone like them.*

She pressed one of the buttons, her hands blindly flying over the controls she'd come to memorize as early as during the development stages. On the screen, Monokuma tilted his head sideways almost cutely, feigning confusion. "Hmm?"

Mukuro's voice rang out soon after, sounding more like a charging bull than a quivering, yet pissed off high school girl. "A class trial?! What the hell is that?! I don't want anything to do with it!"

That was her cue. If her calculations had been right, and everything was going to plan accordingly, then Mukuro would be attacking soon. And of course her calculations had been right! There was no reason why they shouldn't be, after all, her analytical skills had never failed her before, and she'd even gotten dopey looking Izuru in on it during the planning stages. He was so stoic all the time, so emotionless, so different from the disgustingly hope-filled kid named Hajime Hina-something. It was depressing, really.

All they needed to do now was wait for the moment Mukuro made her move, and then drag her away to her presumed death. Presumed, because in reality, she would only be dragging her towards the control room, so that the two of them could be reunited once again and spread this disease called despair across the entirety of the school. That was the plan, at least.

So boring.

Kamukura was right...there really wasn't anything worth living for on this sad, lonely, despair-ridden planet. Everything was just so damn boring, Junko couldn't see herself going through this emotional haywire much longer...

Eh, who the hell gave a fuck?! As long as she could be there to see people's suffering, that was more than fine by her!

She heard a thud, and then the blue hues of the room were replaced by the red lights, signaling all across the room, the alarm practically blaring in her ears. Junko momentarily flinched back from the harsh sound, but continued to stay focused on the panels. This could only mean that Mukuro had made her move.

"Are you enjoying yourself now?"

Hope!

Despair...

Two sides of the same coin. Just a small misstep into the wrong direction would be enough to topple even the most hopeful person on the planet into their own personal hell- to let them taste the sinful fruits of despair. The same went for the opposite. One single decision that would seem meaningless at first may very well end in you getting your life right back on track without you even realizing it.

As much as people hated to believe it- refused to acknowledge it, hope couldn't exist without despair. And despair couldn't exist without hope. They were linked to each other, with no way of ever breaking that chain that held them together. Komaeda, her senpai, had made that pretty clear from the beginning. He'd understood even before she'd brainwashed him, even before she'd forced him into the lovely disease called despair along with the rest of his classmates. Though, now that she really thought about it, chances were that he hadn't even been brainwashed in the first place. They'd always been level with each other, with him representing his twisted version of hope and her representing her righteous version of despair. They made up the coin, they were the so called two sides. If she was heads, then he was tails.

Which is exactly why if he came bursting in right now with a gun in his hand- much like their first encounter -and told her that he'd never been brainwashed at all in the first place, she wouldn't be surprised at all. Even if he'd killed her he'd probably continue on to spread a despair entirely of his own, simply to create a much 'deeper and stronger' hope in the end. His unstable state of mind just served to prove how quickly hope and despair could crash and burn into each other. How quickly things could go from bad to worse.

And if that really was the case...

Junko's perfectly manicured finger pressed the recording button, and she leaned forwards towards the mic, her grin twisted into one of utter sadistic delight. "Are you?"

Instantly she could sense Mukuro's surprise, this wasn't in the plan. "Huh?"

"Violence against Headmaster Monokuma is not allowed. You've violated a school regulation..."

While she talked, Junko's other hand flew across the panel, flipping on all different kinds of switches and pressing all the necessary buttons. She talked and talked, relishing in the unmistakable feeling of dread settling in her stomach, the sensation pooling low in her abdomen and she felt like crying. Was she really going to do this? Was she really going to end her own sister's life? Even making the preparations had her nearly doubling over in pain, in despair, let alone if she really went through with it.

-Which is exactly why she uttered her next statement.

With much needed dramatic flair, Junko cried out into the mic. "I invoke the mighty spell! Help! To me, godly spear Gungnir!"

She wouldn't lie, she'd made up the name on the spot. Her limited knowledge of the Norse mythology had helped quite a bit. Mukuro had been part of the Fenrir mercenary group, and it just happened that that particular weapon had been used to slay said wolf. A little inside joke she hoped her sister would catch on even in her moment of death.

But that wasn't important right now. What was important was the soft gasp she heard through the mic, followed by a low gurgle and splatter of what undeniably was her sister's blood. Junko's lips curled into an open-mouthed smile, her vision starting to get blurry as stray droplets started to form into her eyes and roll down her cheeks. She'd done it, she'd actually done it.

"Wh- H-huh?"

Mukuro, Mukuro, Mukuro. My dear sister Mukuro.

"This w-wasn't...supposed to..."

It wasn't. It really wasn't.

"W-why...m...e..."

Because I love you.

"W-why...J-"

The spears pulled out and her body dropped before she could finish her sentence, but the words still lingered in the air.

Why, Junko-chan?

Betrayal. She had performed the worst case of betrayal on her own sister. She'd killed her without a second thought. She'd send them both into despair. Despair, despair, despair.

And Junko cried. She cried and cried, her tears making it next to impossible for her to see a thing through her blurry vision, and it was a good thing she'd made sure to memorize the entire layout of the controls beforehand or this would've been proven to be much more difficult than it should have been. The tears were rolling down her face like waterfall now, and she was glad she'd had the foresight to wear waterproof makeup that day. She waited in complete silence, her body trembling in her chair and she wanted to wail, wanted to beg for her sister to come back though she knew that could never happen. She'd killed her with her own two hands after all.

It hurt so much.

It hurt so good.

Asahina was the first to react, Hifumi was the first to scream. Surprising, she'd expected it to be Fukawa, after all. Though the possibility that she just had fainted was something to note as well. Clearing her throat, Junko pressed the record button, making sure to keep her voice level and even, even as the heavy tears were still wetting her cheeks. She wasn't even aware of it- or maybe she was, she wouldn't know. Right now, she only felt numb and ecstatic at the same time. -but her words held a double meaning as she spoke. "Now, I am painfully aware of the great power and meaning of a promise..."

Junko Enoshima loved her sister.

She really did.


*If you hadn't noticed, there were constant contradictions and changes in the narrating during this chapter. That's because I was trying to stay true to Junko's constantly changing personalities as much as possible.

*Queen personality; Junko refers to herself in the plural form.

Yeah...I'm probably going to do more of these. For now, I've got Togami next in line, and then Kirigiri. The more I play, the more chapters will show up, though I think the ones after that are going to be heavily Komaeda/Hinata centered (sadly not Komahina, I think) since I'm busy with Sdr2 at the moment, but we'll see.

Until next time!