Digital Despair EX

Chapter 1

0: Prologue - Returning back to Hell

Junko Enoshima opened her eyes.

Currently, the fashionista found herself stuck in a classroom.

"Ugh…" she thought, placing a hand against her forehead. She felt hung-over, yet couldn't remember ever taking a sip of anything to give such. Scratch that. Junko couldn't even remember how she had even gotten to this classroom. What she could remember, was standing at the gates of Hope's Peaks, having just been accepted as the SHSL…

Junko pulled her electro-id out and launched her profile up. While everything looked in order, the title listed 'Fashionista', didn't make sense to her. But, she couldn't remember what it was supposed to be.

"Hey!"

She looked down, finding a small blue wyvern thing standing before her.

"Yeah?" Junko greeted, still having no clue what the fuck was even going on. "Um… Who are you?"

"I'm Veemon!" the creature announced, giving Junko a tight hug. "And we're partners!"

Scanning…

Veemon

Rookie, Vaccine

Special Moves: Vee Headbutt, Vee Punch

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Veemon: Haven't we done this before?

Junko: Possibly, but my memories are kind of a confusing fragmented mess.

Scan Complete.

Junko froze and fell to her knees. Images flashed through her mind at a rapid pace. While most of them weren't nearly impossible to decipher, one photo she was able to decipher. It was a picture of her and some sort of black cat.

Before she could make out what was in the photo, it too faded away.

"Any more clues?" Veemon inquired, only for her master to sigh. Junko's gaze then focused back on the desk, finding a pair of combat knives lying there. While she wasn't entirely sure how they got there, they could have some possible use After attaching the weapons to her skirt, her vision focused on a third object on the table. It was a purple and grey oval with a single black screen attach to a long yellow. Strangely, someone had faintly carved something into the device.

Remember, and you'll be led back onto the path

A strange sensation came over, as if her body was attempting to remember.

"Not really, Veemon." Junko answered and made her way towards the door. Veemon followed right behind and the two exited the room.

Outside, the duo were welcomed by walls of rotting flesh and some sort of pink squishy floor. While neither remembered where they originally came from, both of them were quite certain their homes were like this at all.

"Upupupupu!"

A large cloud of black mist then formed, only to reshape itself into an exact copy of Junko.

"Who… are you?" Junko whispered, only for more laughter to pierce the area.

"I'm you!" the clone answered. "Well not really, of course. You can call me Despair."

Both the human and her digimon rolled their eyes.

"I don't think this is persona, though." Veemon added, only to be ignored by both Junkos. "Never mind."

"As I was saying." Despair continued, 'her gaze' completely focused on Junko. "You know the rules already, I believe. Now go off and kill some people!"
"Wait, what?" Junko and Veemon just stood there, confused by what their captor had just said.

"Don't you want to remember?"

The fashionista took a deep breath and pulled her combat knives out.

"Yes…" Junko answered and approached the doppelganger. "But you're the only one who's going to die."

"Are you sure you want to do that?"

The 'fashionista' ignored the remark, proceeding to slam both knives into the opponent. Veemon then ran up to her master and jumped into the air.

Vee Headbutt!

Junko sidestepped out of the way, watching as her wingless wyvern thing slammed its head into Despair.

"I'm guessing you don't know the rules. After all, you wouldn't have attac-"

Before she could finish, Junko's right foot connected with her face and knocked the copy to the ground.

"As you were saying?" Junko answered, only to fall to the ground. More images began rapidly flood her vision, each one lasting mere milliseconds. And yet, a pattern seemed to emerge within this madness. Occasionally, she would see a younger version of herself with a large black cat. Even then, it seemed a good chunk of the images were that sort. Slowly but surely the images slowed down, now being that of dead bodies of people she couldn't remember. The final photo was the worst. Just a still shot of a large weight, just about to crush her. Yet, it was not allowed to fully come in. A bright flash of light then flooded her vision, shattering the picture into a million pieces.

When it disappeared, she found herself within a white void. A teenage girl dressed in a violet Lolita outfit, only to suddenly turn into the black cat from the photos. The creature then walked over to her and placed a paw on her back. Before she could ask any questions though, the figure faded away. And yet, something surged inside her, ready to tear herself open and get out.

Reality then returned to her, with the fashionista finding herself once more on the ground.

She then got up, a twisted smile forming on her face as Junko glanced towards her partner.

"Ready to do this, Veemon?" Junko inquired and Veemon nodded.

Veemon dark infusion digivolve too… Draoniamon!

A purple beam then shot out of the fashionista, only to be absorbed by the wingless wyvern. A black light then engulfed the digimon, leaving behind a creature that looked like a cross between a purple dragon and a cat. The beast stood on its hind quarters, reaching to the top of Junko's hair. A pair of bluish purple eyes stared towards her doppelganger, ready to use its pair of scimitars upon the fake.

Scanning…

Draoniamon

Champion, Despair

Special Moves: Dragon Slash, Draonia Inferno

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Despair: I guess it fits you, especially the type!

Junko: I could say the same about you, considering how you're named is in this entry.

Despair: I'm not listening!

Junko: Whatever.

Scan Complete.

"Let's do this." Draoniamon remarked, only for her and Junko to charge towards their opponent.

Draonia Inferno!

Draoniamon then opened her mouth, only for a stream of lava to shoot out and burn the face of their opponent.

Dragon Slash!

With their opponent now stunned, both girl and dragon pulled their blades back and slammed them into Despair. The clone then tumbled back, reverting back into a cloud of dark mist.

"You win this time…" it warned and faded away in front of them. After, the two just stood in the hallway.

"So now what?" Junko inquired, only for Draoniamon to revert back.

"We could go find our room." Veemon remarked and Junko sighed.

"I guess that could wo-"

Before she could finish her sentence, a hand was placed on her shoulder. When the fashionista turned around, she found no one there.

"Let's just get going." Junko whispered, motioning for Veemon to follow. The hallway of blood and shit quickly became a passing memory as they turned left and found themselves in a much more normal hallway lined with an absurd amount of doors. Thankfully, they all had the 16-bit avatars next to them. "Here we go."

The two now stood at the door to Junko's room. Even then, their gazes were more focused on the sprite beside the door than the passage itself.

"It doesn't suit you at all." Veemon remarked and Junko sighed. For as much as she agreed with her partner, now wasn't quite the right time.

She opened the door, revealing a simple room. Or would have been, if the dull golden walls and tatami floor weren't covered in places with larges splotches of pink blood. Just they found the source of this pink mess, a loud of blast seemingly random

A nude body hung to the left wall, its short black hair blowing quietly amid the A/C unit as a pair of faded grey eyes seemingly glared into their soul. Long metal poles had been stabbed through her body and into the wall, with a truly grateful message above her in the victim's blood.

I still remember, tamer.

Truly such a fall from grace cannot be left unpunished for your crimes.

"No…" Junko whispered, only to fall to the floor. The images of the bodies flooded back into her mind once more, forcing the 'tamer' into a ball.

"It'll be alright, Junko." Veemon answered, placing her left on Junko's back. "We'll figure this out."

Junko only sighed and took a deep breath. She would get to the bottom of this, make no doubts about it.

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