"Didja see their faces out there? Fuckin' despairful, amirite?"

Junko Enoshima didn't bother to look behind her before she spoke. As soon as she heard the door creak open slowly, she knew her sister, Mukuro Ikusaba, would be standing there. After all, she was the only survivor of Junko's first ever Killing Game.

Junko smiled brightly, and lounged about in her chair. She didn't expect her Killing Game to go this well. She didn't expect everyone to kill each other within mere days of Monokuma's grave announcement. She planted her sister Mukuro among the students to ensure the killings would begin, but it turns out she didn't even need to do that. Junko shrugged. Seeing Mukuro disguised as the fashionista herself wasn't that bad... And it also made Junko out as a victim to the public...

But something felt off to Junko. She did expect Mukuro, the Ultimate Soldier, to be the lone survivor in combat. But she never expected the girl to not kill anyone. What was she doing? They're the Despair Sisters! How could she resist such a delectable despair...

Junko swiveled around in her chair, facing her sister, who was standing in front of the door silently. Junko's doppelgänger remained frozen, almost as if she was staring in a mirror. Slowly, the girl raised her hand, gripped her dull, yellow wig, and tore it off her head.

Junko could only raise her hands in excitement, her eyes swirling.

"Sis, this is a very proud moment in Despair's history! Forget those fashion magazines... They'll be writing about us in textbooks and newspapers for years to come! Not to mention all the traction Despair has gained since the broadcast... Hehehehe... Isn't it great..."

Mukuro could only look at her sister with dull eyes. She let out a light sigh, walking over to the sink to remove her makeup. The girl splashed water over her face, grabbing a towel to wipe herself down.

Junko was even more confused now. Mukuro never ignored her before. She was always like, "I'll do whatever you say, Sis!" and "I'll die any day for you, Sis!", but not like "I don't care about you, Sis, cuz im a big MEANIE!"

Junko crinkled her nose and clawed for an apple from her desk. She threw it at Mukuro, hitting her squarely in the back, dropping to the floor with a boring thud.

"Hey! I'm talkin' to you, sis! Don't just go givin' me the cold shoulder!"

...

Mukuro froze for a second, pulling the towel down from her face to stare at herself in the mirror. The makeup wasn't all removed, as streaks of eyeliner and blotches or powder still remained. She let out another sigh.

She used to think Junko knew best. She used to follow her sister and her plans, believing that Junko's Despair would be her salvation, too.

But she couldn't have been more wrong.

"Sis, I've watched these students do nothing but kill each other for days now. And I've come to realize something."

Junko's eyes sparkled as she begged the girl for her answer.

"What is it? It's about how great Despair is, right?"

Mukuro stared bullets at Junko, her fists clenching.

"It's about how Despair is completely idiotic and delusional, and how everyone supporting it should die."

Junko pointed at the side of her own head in response, giving the girl an equal stare.

"Wait, what? Did you, like, hit your head on something? You're acting weird, Sis."

Junko squinted her eyes in anger, and stuck her tongue out at Mukuro. Yet, the girl didn't flinch. She reached for her belt and in one swift movement, extended her pocketknife, the blade pointing at Junko.

"No. You're the one who's acting weird, Sis. None of what you're doing is right. Unfortunately, I didn't realize it until now..."

Mukuro approached her sister slowly, cautious as to what the Ultimate Despair could do.

Junko couldn't help but giggle at Mukuro's comments, despite the fact that her sister was walking towards her with an extremely sharp knife.

"Oh, the Despair of betrayal... Hehehehe... Oh, Mukuro, you shouldn't have..."

Mukuro stopped short, two feet away from Junko, scowling at her. She brought her head as close to Junko's as she dared, their eyes locking in an intense confrontation.

"I'm not doing this for you. I'm doing this for me. And for everyone else. Despair deserves to die."

Mukuro's face remained stoic as she stared at her sister. Junko, however, began giggling again, which eventually transformed into full-fledged laughter. Mukuro took a step back.

"Haaahahaha... You crack me up sometimes, Sis. You think you can kill Despair by killing me? That's a good one..."

Junko's expression instantly grew serious, catching Mukuro off guard. She stood up to match the girl's height.

"Even if you kill me now... Someday, I'll be back... My Despair will live on... At this very moment, my followers are working on a Despair Controller. You probably don't even know what that is, idiot, so I'll have to explain-"

Mukuro looked at Junko, unfazed and unflinching.

"Let me guess. Something that controls people with despair?"

Junko nodded her head sarcastically, scrunching her nose.

"Oh, wow, good job! You got it right - with this machine, I'll be able to produce more and more followers instantly! And with the quality of my pupils, it'll be done in no time."

Junko stepped closer to Mukuro, brushing against her and grabbing her collar. Her eyes were deep pits of darkness as a wicked smile rose across her face.

"So do it... Kill me... Give me the Despair I crave... It'll all turn out the same no matter what..."

Mukuro jumped at Junko's sudden movement, yet she remained calm. She stared at her sister for a couple seconds, and without warning, plunged her knife deep into Junko's heart. The girl's eyes widened as she coughed up a bit of blood.

"Challenge accepted."

Mukuro threw the stunned girl back in her chair, tuning out her sister's elated laughter as she disabled the cameras. She then simply turned around to leave, not bothering to take another look at the last traces of this Killing Game.

Yeah, that's how it happened. Afterwards, I searched the country for anyone having any relation to Junko Enoshima, and I found more than just a few people.

And I killed them. I had to, otherwise their research would bring about the Despair Controller that Junko mentioned. But unfortunately, I wasn't quick enough, and the controller was created before I knew it.

That kid, Kaito Momota, was the one to, somehow, someway, piece together the knowledge necessary to make the Despair Controller. And before I could get to him, he trapped himself and nine hostages in an impenetrable glass box in the middle of nowhere...

He started a Killing Game similar to Junko's, but the results were staged - just an experiment for his controller. After it began, I parked myself on a cliff and watched. All I could do at that point was wait. Wait, and Hope. Hope that the students would make the right choice, and not the dreadfully wrong one...

And they did. Kaito was going to send a rocket to space to convert the whole universe to Despair, but I managed to blow it up at the last second. I can thank my training for that... But it was all because they gave me the chance to do so.

And I knew those three survivors would seek me out. They found me just as I was leaving, and they begged to join me. To be honest, it should've been the other way around...

So now we're a team. Even though Kaito is dead and his Despair Controllers are gone, our mission isn't over yet. The plans for the controller are still out there, somewhere, and it's our job to find them. To destroy them. And to eliminate everyone in our way. Because that's who we are.

Despair Killers.

A/N: Hey guys! Happy Holidays! Thanks for reading! I'm really loving the story I put together here. I've got a whole lot more planned, so be sure to check back later for updates! And I welcome any and all comments!

This was written for a VRChat Danganronpa Trial sequence - and we record all of the episodes - so check out the Youtube playlist to watch the action yourself: playlist?list=PLqp4amEKLYwUGdcvjagJjObHt9KXiq5wh

If you loved this, I'd recommend checking out my other fics "A V3ry Merry Christmas" (A V3 christmas special because it's that time of year) and "The Ultimate Real Fiction" (A V3 AU in which the Killing Game doesn't go as expected).