"Just hangin' out, hangin' out, hangin' out, Hangin' out with Sayori! Havin' myself a… Oh… Too soon?" -Weapon X Foxfurry 2018*
Dangan Ronpa: Spirit of Despair
My half of a collab fic with Beninja2618.
Just so you're aware, this fanfic is rated M for 'murder'! :3
Not really, though, but it has been given a mature rating for blood, gore, murder, swearing, use of ballistic firearms, references to the 2016 Presidential election, Logan Paul references, Dead Sayori jokes, memes, executions, and lots and lots of despair!
Please note that the stunts, trials, investigations, murders, and executions in this fic are perpetrated by professionals, imaginary characters, or just plain kooks.
DO NOT attempt to recreate anything depicted in this fic, as it can cause you to get hurt, expelled, arrested, vilified on social media, physically attacked by a rabid, crazed far-right or far-left Twitter stalker, or killed.
To put it plainly; don't try any of this at home.
Also note that this collab fic will tie in with Beninja's fic, Despair of Tomorrow.
Basically, his fic is like Phoenix Wright, Ace Attorney, and mine is Edgeworth Investigations.
Also, you don't know how long it took me to put this out, so now I have to be consistent and keep updating.
I don't own any of the properties in this fic, btw.
They all belong to their respective owners.
Also, the character Kai Brugger is the property of Beninja2618, since this is a collab fic and we have to tie it together somehow.
Only thing I own are my OCs in this and the word processor I used to type this.
Anyways, enjoy the fic.
*We haven't even gotten into the prologue and I already made a Sayori Suicide joke. This's gonna be a good fic.
Prologue:
"Dab on Despair"
Team Moon House
Hollywood Hills, Los Angeles, USA
Two weeks before the events of the Los Angeles Hope's Peak Mutual Game of Killing
I finally finish recording the first few shots of my vlog for today, having recorded quite a bit of content right before I had to get ready to go to a modeling gig I had today over at Venice Beach.
I actually had several photo shoots I had to do today within a good vicinity of one another, the first one being in Venice Beach, the second in Santa Monica, the third over in Griffith Park, the fourth over in a shopping center in Beverly Hills, and in between the third and fourth photo shoots I had a fan meetup planned to occur at a shopping mall in Beverly Hills.
For those of you that are wondering who I am, my name is Manako Kumara. I am a pop idol, fashion supermodel, and a social media icon, having more subscribers on my YouTube Channel then both of the Paul Brothers combined, as well as being highly outspoken on Twitter and Facebook.
At first glance, I'd look pretty indistinguishable from most regular girls in America; Japanese-American heritage, long bright scarlet red hair done in a side ponytail with a crescent moon-shaped barrette in it, a fair complexion, blue eyes, thin body frame, medium bust size (Despite my agent suggesting it, I never once used female enhancements on myself to give myself a bigger bust), naturally curvy body frame, long, elegant legs, and always wearing hip, expensive clothing.
Despite my natural beauty, I only wear makeup at concerts or photo shoots, however, I have been getting parts in a lot of TV shows and movies lately due to my fame blowing up in recent years.
It's probably because of my recent friendship with the esteemed actor Kai Brugger, whom I met at the midnight premiere of a movie he was in recently. We hung out a bit at the afterparty, and ever since we've been good friends.
He's even been in a few of my vlog videos, especially the one a month back when I visited my family in Tokyo, Japan. While there, we stayed at my aunt's house, hung out with my cousin, and even visited some of the local sights, such as Disneyland Tokyo, a Buddhist temple over on the city's north side that my cousin prays at, and a shopping district over by Shibuya Station. We had wanted to visit the Suicide Forest, but we didn't have time, and even then, I didn't think it would be a good idea to film there.
Anyways, today I was sporting a pale pink designer halter top with a white silk sash worn around my waist, a pair of sky blue denim designer capris, black tights, and a pair of designer high heels. I figure it was a good outfit until I had to wear whatever I was wearing for the first photo shoot of the day.
I went downstairs to the living room of my designer mansion in the Hollywood hills, my high heels clacking against the glass steps as I walked, my phone in my left hand as I got ready to tweet out that I was going to a photo shoot, when I saw Kai sitting on the couch in front of the TV, looking over something on his phone it seemed.
"Oh, hey." I greeted as he glanced at me, "I know you told me you were coming over, but I didn't know you'd be here so early."
"Well, we do live down the street from one another." Kai pointed out, "And I knew you had like four photo shoots to get to today, so I wanted to at least have a little bit of time to hang out with you until then."
"I don't really have to get going for another hour and thirty minutes, so we could hang out for a little bit." I said, walking over and sitting beside him, "So, what's the latest from Hollywood?"
"Not much…" Kai said, "We're doing another movie, and we're gonna be shooting it all this week and all next week. Then I have to go over to Sega's office in San Diego two days from now to lend my voice to their latest Sonic game."
"A Sonic game, eh?" I mused, "What matter of roadkill are you playing in the game?"
"Jake Prowess the Fox." Kai said, "According to the script, he's Tails' brother from another timeline."
"Oh, good, another dimensional traveler…" I said sarcastically, "Just what the franchise needed right now…"
"He's a ninja, too." Kai added.
"Oh, that's even worse." I said, chuckling, "How many ninjas does that bring the series up to? And I'm counting the comics for that question."
"Who knows?" Kai shrugged, "The game's not due out for another few months. They haven't even released a proper trailer for the game yet."
"Well, from what I've seen in the reveal trailer, it looks okay at best." I said, "I mean, it's no Sonic Adventure 1, but still looks good."
I then went over to a nearby desk in the room and retrieved a letter I got earlier today in the mail that I had opened earlier.
"Speaking of important news…" I said, sitting down next to Kai again and showing him the bulging envelope, "I got this…"
The envelope was labeled 'To Miss Kumara Manako'
The return address was labeled 'Hope's Peak, Japan Branch'
"Hope's Peak?" Kai asked, curious.
I pulled out a letter, as well as a pamphlet for something called 'Hope's Peak Bright Future Seminar', as well as a plane ticket to Las Vegas, a brochure for a Resort Hotel known as the 'Sunshine Paradise Casino Resort Hotel'
Kai read over the letter carefully, reading every detail.
"… 'Super High School Level Idol?'" He repeated, reading a certain part of the letter, "… No offense Manako, but this seems kinda like a scam, like those emails you get from Nigerian Princes asking for one thousand dollars or something."
"I thought so too…" I said, picking up my tablet that had been charging on the coffee table and opening up the Official Hope's Peak website on it, "So I did some research, and apparently it's legit. Apparently, they hold these seminars every two years to scout out more talent. This one just so happens to be at the new Casino Resort in Las Vegas, Sunshine Paradise. It's got a casino, off-track betting, an arcade, many luxury hotel rooms, an underground shopping mall, an amusement park, an aquarium that has a mermaid show performed every two hours in a day, a spa, at least four restaurants, several swimming pools, two convention halls, and a showroom where magic shows and other stage performances are held. In fact, opening day they had Shakira perform at that particular showroom for a small concert."
"So, this seminar…" Kai said, "… It says it's to 'gauge your talents for use in a brighter tomorrow'… This… Don't you think this seems too good to be true?"
"Kai, I may be a privileged American girl, but I'm not a moron." I defended, "I had my agent Rodney look into it as well, and apparently the folks at Hope's Peak confirmed that it was indeed legit."
"I see…" Kai said, "… When're you leaving?"
"Tomorrow." I said.
Kai did a double take at that.
"… Tomorrow?" he repeated.
"That's why I'm getting all these photo shoots and meetups out of the way." I said, "So that I can just go to this seminar with not a care in the world."
Kai seemed quiet all of a sudden.
"… Look, Kai…" I said, trying to salvage the situation, "I know this is big news to digest, but… This is a big thing for me… I… I've basically reached the peak of my career as an Idol… I… Feel very proud of myself… Aren't you proud of me?"
"… Y-yeah…." Kai said, "It's just… We've been friends for almost two years now… And to hear that you're gonna be with all these talented people… I dunno, I guess I'm just afraid things will change between us…"
"Nothing will change between us, Kai…" I reassured, "I promise."
"You do?" Kai asked.
I held my pinky finger out to him.
"Pinky promise." I said.
He was silent a moment more, then locked his pinky finger around mine and smiled.
"I'll hold you to your word." He said.
"Oh, come on, Kai-Chan…" I said, grinning and laughing, "What's the worst that can happen?"
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The next day, after I had finished packing, I decided to do a little bit of research on some of the other participants in the seminar.
Turns out, a lot of different kinds of people from all over the world had been invited to the seminar.
For instance, this notorious bank robber from London, England was scouted out and invited as the 'SHSL Bank Robber'.
Apparently, he'd pulled off many successful bank heists in the past, often using military-grade assault weapons and armor to do so, and also apparently wearing a variety of different costume masks to hide his identity during the heists.
The one that snagged him an Ultimate title was a job he did over in London's east end where he and his crew robbed the biggest bank in London and stole almost 50,000,000 Pounds in bank notes and gold.
I guess even career criminals have a shot at getting the title of Super High School Level…
Another of the invitees was a girl from Australia who is a very professional pilot and had gotten her start piloting a crop-dusting plane at her father's farm in the Australian outback. After that, she ran a professional private plane rental company, where people paid her to fly them to various parts of the region, from Perth to Tasmania to New Zealand, to even as far as the Philippines. She even got recognition by the Australian Air Force and had been commissioned to test fly some of the latest jet fighters for them. The feat that got her a SHSL title was when she piloted the world's first VTOL Supersonic fighter jet that could be undetected by radar yet drop a lightning strike bomb strike on a target quickly and swiftly. The test was a success, and that got her a SHSL title.
All in all, these folks seem like a pretty lively crowd, so I would have to bring my A-game.
Super High School Level Idol…
That had a nice ring to it…
I could get used to being called that…
Anyways, I DM'd Kai on Twitter tell him I'd stop by before going to the airport, so I loaded my luggage into my open-top Jeep, then drove down the street to his place, basically letting myself in since we'd gotten so used to just coming over to each other's houses so often, whether it was for collab videos or script reading practice.
I caught him looking up something on his laptop, which looked like a news story of some kind.
"… Is the election really that bad this year?" I asked, half-joking.
"A protester got punched in the face by a rally attendee, you tell me." Kai shrugged.
"Eh, I'm not worried." I said dismissively, "As outlandish and crazy as he is, that guy won't win the election."
"I dunno…" Kai said, "He does have a lot of supporters…"
"The silent majority should just stay silent." I shrugged, "A buncha freaks and social outcasts is what they are. I might even attend a rally ironically just to make fun of the people there on video."
"That seems a little bit savage for you…" Kai pointed out.
"Doesn't matter…" I said, "I'm an ultimate now. I can do whatever I want…"
He sighed, then I said, "So, you wanna stop by the Starbucks in Beverly hills and get a few Frappuccino's before I have to leave? My car's parked out front."
"I guess…" Kai said, and was about to close his laptop when he saw an article on an counter-terror operation that had recent occurred in Palestine.
I would've dismissed it, but then I saw a picture of the soldier that had led the operation on the video article and recognized him.
"Hey, pause that a minute." I said.
Kai shrugged, then paused the video on the picture of the soldier.
He was a young man about 18 in age, light skin, an nearly ageless physique, brown eyes, short brown hair that was somewhat scraggy, but was combed as much as it could be, and in the picture he was wearing a desert camouflage uniform with a bulletproof vest over it, a pair of sport sunglasses that he had on his head, a combat knife of some kind held on a sheath on his left shoulder, a military bandana around his head that resembled the kind Solid Snake wears in Metal Gear Solid, and was holding an AR-15 rifle of some kind, probably some weird new model that the military only just started fielding.
"You know this guy?" Kai asked.
"Yeah…" I said, "… I went to grade school with him…"
"Well, apparently your boy Colonel Nathan Sampson led an operation in western Palestine to take out a small terrorist cell that had connections to ISIS…" Kai said.
"Dayum…" I said, "Who knew Lil' Nate had the capacity to become GI Joe?"
"I guess you must have fond memories of him, huh?" Kai mused.
I went silent a moment at that, looking down guiltily.
"… That's the thing…" I said, "See… I… Kinda bullied him a little bit in grade school…"
Kai looked genuinely surprised.
"… You… Bullied him?" he asked, "This Colonel Rick Flag-looking guy… You used to bully him?"
"Yeah, I did…" I said, "I'm not proud of it if that's what you're asking."
"I didn't say that…" Kai said, "I'm just shocked… I mean… I never could guess you were a bully at one point in your life…"
"We all have skeletons in our closet, Kai…" I said, "Mine just happened to become a US Army Special Forces Commando in an elite Counter-Terrorism unit. Not only that… But he's one of the guys that got invited to the seminar… As the SHSL Commando."
"SHSL Commando?" Kai repeated, "You might as well call him 'Super High School Level GI Joe: A Real American Hero, Fighting Man from Head to Toe'."
I chuckled.
"Since you got cast for the next GI Joe movie for the role of Breaker, you could probably learn a thing or two from him." I teased.
"Well, yeah, I mean, I could probably convince him to bring me along on a patrol in Afghanistan or something so that I could research the part…" Kai said, "But still… That's an Ultimate title that really takes the cake."
"Believe me when I say there's a lot of talent going to this Seminar…" I said, grinning, "The Super High School Level Commando is just the tip of the iceberg."
Kai nodded, silent.
"Well, I kinda gotta go…" I said, checking the time, "I got a plane to catch. You wanna see me off?"
"I guess so…" Kai shrugged.
"I'll let you borrow my jeep while I'm gone." I offered.
"I could drive it back to your place after you leave if that's what you're asking…" Kai said.
"Fair enough." I said, "C'mon. time's a wastin'."
With that, the two of us got in my Jeep and drove to the airport, parking right in the parking garage and carrying my luggage to the luggage checkin and going through security.
After we did all that, on the way to the terminal, we were approached by a few fans of mine who asked for autographs and last-minute selfies.
I obliged them, of course, but after that, we tried to keep the meetups to a minimum.
Before too long, we had approached the terminal to the plane, and before I got on, Kai took me aside a moment.
"Hey…" he said, doing an impression of a 1940's American accent, "… Here's lookin' at you, kid."
"Are you doing a Casablanca meme?" I laughed.
"Heh… Manako…" Kai said, grinning while keeping up the accent, "I have a feeling this's the beginnin' of a beautiful friendship!"
"I have to go, Kai." I laughed, then went to board the plane.
As I left, I glanced at Kai one last time before boarding the plane.
It's strange… I… Felt weird when I looked at him…
I felt like…
… Like I'd never see him again…
Regardless, I got in my first-class seat, tweeted out that I was on the plane going to the Seminar, then put in my earbuds and listened to music as the plane began to take off towards Las Vegas.
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Palestine wildlands
Three days prior…
Operation: Shepard
Nathan's POV
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I'll admit it… I was genuinely nervous about this Op.
I found myself fidgeting with a 5.56 round I took from the magazine of my souped-up AR-15 carbine rifle.
It didn't help that my teammates were blasting Long Tall Sally by Little Richard on a tape deck that they put in the Blackhawk we were riding to the drop point.
By the way, full disclosure before I tell about this op, the name's Colonel Nathan Sampson, United States Army Special Forces task force codenamed: 'Future Force'.
The team for this op was as follows:
First up was my right-hand man and heavy weapons expert, Lt. Julian 'Jules' Redmont, a youthful, but slightly older than me African American man with a muscular body frame, black hair in a military crew cut, green eyes, and wore desert camouflage fatigues and a bulletproof vest like the rest of us, except he was armed with an Aircraft-grade M134 Minigun that was hooked up to a ammo backpack.
Second up was my breaching expert, Staff Sergeant Dylan 'Shrapnel' Magee, a young man the same age as me with light skin that was slightly tanned, an athletic build, blue eyes, short black hair that was messy, and had an American flag bandana around his neck.
The third worth mentioning was a bring along.
Her name was Mukuro Ikusaba: Super High School Level Soldier.
She was clad in a very form-fitting digital desert camouflage bodysuit worn underneath bulletproof armor, a pair of combat goggles on her head, and was armed with a G36C rifle as her primary, a MK 48 SAW light machine gun as her second primary, and a Glock 18 machine pistol as her secondary weapon.
"Yo, Nate." Jules said to me.
"What up, Jules?" I asked flatly.
"I know I keep askin… But who's the broad we're bringin' along?" Jules asked, as one of my other teammates, a slightly muscular white man with short black hair that was parted to the side but kept hidden under an outback hat armed with an M60E4 pulling out a bag of chewing tobacco and beginning to chew on that.
"Mukuro Ikusaba." Mukuro said flatly, "And I'd appreciate it if you showed some respect towards me, if you don't mind."
"What're ya gonna do if we don't, Jap?" Dylan asked casually, as the outback hat-wearing soldier offered him tobacco which he declined nonverbally.
Mukuro smirked.
"… You know…" she said, tilting her head, "I have over 200 recorded kills… How many do you have, American Pig?"
"Cool it, you two." I said, sliding the bullet back into the magazine of my rifle, then loading the magazine into the rifle, "We're supposed to be acting like professionals on this joint op."
The machine gun soldier offered me some tobacco, but I glared at him, then said, "…. Ian, do you mind? Get that shit out of my face."
Ian took the tobacco away from me, then snorted and said, "Buncha slack-jawed Faggots, all of ya! This stuff'll make ya a Sexual Tyrannosaurus… Just like me."
"I'd like to keep this op clean, if you don't mind…" I said, shrugging.
"Hey, we're coming up on the drop point, team." The pilot of the helicopter said to us.
"Copy that." I said into my commlink, then said to Jules, "Jules, kill the music. We're on."
Jules nodded, switching off the tape deck, then stood at the ready, as well began to cock and ready our weapons.
I myself checked the chambers of my Mateba .357 revolver before holstering it again before cocking my AR-15 rifle.
"Ready on my mark, team…" I said, getting ready as the helicopter descended towards the ground.
Once the copter was close to the ground, I pulled open the side door and jumped out onto the ground, as the others followed.
The op was an easy one: Take out the insurgents hiding out in the abandoned airfield, seize the stolen weapons, obtain the intel, then get out.
Quick.
Clean.
Easy.
"Future Force, you are clear to engage." Said my CO on the commlink, "Eliminate all hostiles. Seize the weapons and intel. You know the drill."
"Yeah, yeah…" I shrugged, tightening my bandana on my head before leading the charge towards the abandoned airfield.
When we were at a reasonable distance, we stopped on a hill overlooking the airstrip, me getting out my binoculars as I looked down.
"There seems to be a lot of activity down there for a small insurgency cell…" I said, "They seem to be armed with mostly Russian weapons… Good ones, at that… Nothing but AN-94s, P90s, Skorpion EVOs, AK-12s, and…"
I trailed off when I saw Mukuro assembling a Barret M95 bolt-action anti-material sniper rifle.
"… 'Th fuck are you doing?" I asked.
"Isn't it obvious?" Mukuro said flatly, screwing a suppressor onto the barrel of her .50 caliber sniper rifle, "I'm readying the welcoming committee."
She switched on the ballistics CPU mounted on the scope of her rifle, then laid down on her belly as she aimed down at the airstrip below, looking for a specific target.
"You sure seem into it…" I shrugged.
"Heh… You kidding?" Mukuro said, smirking, "I'm spooning a Barrett .50 Cal… I can kill a building…"
She then spotted her target in a fuel tank located on the back of a truck.
"Ah… there you are…" she murmured, taking aim at the fuel tank.
She then fired a single shot at the fuel tank, piercing it through and through and causing it to explode in a fiery mess, taking out three insurgents that happened to be near it.
"Well, that's one welcoming committee I'd hate to meet…" I deadpanned, then said, "Alright team, move out! We're live!"
I then led the way down the hill towards the airstrip as several insurgents rushed about trying to put out the fire.
In the confusion, I fired my rifle at a few insurgents, as Mukuro fired her rifle at a few more.
"Contact, with weapons!" I shouted, as my teammates fired at a few hostiles as well, dropping them like flies being hit with insecticide.
As we made our mad charge towards the hangar, a sniper shot rang out and hit a truck window behind us.
"Sniper!" Jules shouted, as we took cover behind a few vehicles.
I peeked around the corner using a mirror.
"I think he has a Dragunov…" I said, then got a closer look and said, "Wait, no, it's a SCAR-20… Jesus, who the fuck's arming these guys, ISIS?"
"Heh…" Mukuro smirked, "At this point, it could very well be those Alt-Righters you Americans have been having trouble with."
"No politics on this op, Mukuro-Chan." I said, taking aim at the sniper, "We're all action here."
I fired a single shot, killing the sniper.
I smirked, then said, "Sniper's out. We're good."
I then led the charge towards the hangar.
Once we were at the side door, Dylan got a breaching charge out and planted it on the door, then once I gave the okay, he detonated it, blowing the door in and tossed in a flashbang, thereby stunning most of the insrugents inside and allowing us the first strike.
I killed like six hostiles in the initial entry… could've been more…
Mukuro was no slouch, either. She killed at least twelve in the initial entry.
I turned on the laser sight on my rifle, as Mukuro did hers, then pointed my rifle at a nearby insurgent.
"Drop the weapons!" I shouted, then repeated the command in Palestinian.
The insurgent panicked, but lowered his weapon…
… Only to pull out a hand grenade and flick out the pin.
"For Despair!" he shouted in Arabic.
"Shit! Grenade!" I shouted, as my team took cover from the resulting explosion.
After the blast, we came out from cover.
"… Okay, so they might be Arabic…" I said, "… might be…"
"Naw…" Mukuro said, nudging the dead insurgent with her boot, "… These guys are third-rate hacks… Just a bunch of freedom fighter wannabes with high-end weapons…"
"Yeah, well, who gave these guys these guns?" Jules wondered aloud.
"That's what we're here to find out, gentlemen." Mukuro said, smirking as she reloaded her rifle.
She then began charging ahead, firing at Insurgents effortlessly as she ran, and definitely looking like she was enjoying it, too.
"Dayum…" Jules said, "I'd hate to get on her bad side."
"Amen to that, brotha." I said, reloading my rifle.
I glanced at Ian a moment, who seemed to have a graze wound on his left arm from a stray bullet.
"Yo, Ian…" I said, "You're bleedin'."
"Bleedin'?" Ian said, looking at his wound, then snorted and said, "These guys are dug in deeper than a South Carolina Tick! I ain't got time to bleed!"
"Whatever…" I shrugged, "Just keep close to Mukuro… She seems to know what we're here for…"
As we proceeded through the compound and eliminated hostiles, we soon came upon a specific room.
A very specific room.
It had a massive computer system in the front of it, consisting of many monitors, keyboards, and CPU boxes, with a pair of massive servers connected to it to the right of it.
In the corner of the room were many military weapon crates, all marked with an emblem resembling a black and white two-toned teddy bear with one red eye.
"'Th fuck is this shit?" I said, looking the crate over, "Is this some kinda joke? Th' fuck is this emblem supposed to be?"
"It's no joke… Believe me…" Mukuro said, grinning widely, "We're not dealing with your average, run of the mill Terrorist cell… Not like the Taliban, Al Qaeda, or ISIS… No… We're dealing with the terrorists to end all terrorists… And the world, too…"
"Th' fuck are you on about, lady?" I asked.
Mukuro turned to me, grinning widely.
"Super High School Level Despair…" she said, chuckling, "… This place…. They've been giving orders to these low-class terrorists to spread despair all throughout the Middle east. Al Qaeda, ISIS, they were all just false flag operations meant to shift the blame on another while Despair worked from the shadows…"
"And how do you know that?" I asked.
"Because I was assigned to monitor them…" Mukuro said plainly, "Infiltrating them was easy for someone of my talent… But now… This operation… Is only the beginning…"
She got out a tool set, then took out a specific server in the server box and put it in a satchel bag she had on her.
"We got what we needed…" she said, "Let's move out."
"What about the insurgents?" I asked.
"Leave them…" Mukuro said coldly, "Let God sort them out."
She then began to leave the room, as I glanced at the collection of computer screens.
One of the images shown on the screens was of a huge school in Japan… And another of a school bearing a similar architecture in Los Angeles.
I had a really bad feeling about this…
To be continued…
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Well, there ya go! That's the prologue for ya. Based on the last bit there, you could say that SHSL Despair is trying to 'Make Despair Great Again', eh?
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*Begins banging on cooking pot with wooden spoon*
I'm goin' to hell
I'm goin' to hell
I'm on a highway to hell
On a highway to hell!
… Yeah, I'm going to hell for making that joke after all that's happened…
Anyways, as you can see, I wanted to start out a bit slow, but basically introduce Manako and showcase her friendship with Ben's OC Kai
I basically took a look at his previous chapters in his half of the collab fic, and said, "Yeah, I could make this work'.
Also, comment below which references I made throughout the prologue if you can.
Believe me, there's gonna a fuckton more.
I'm just that kinda guy.
*bows*
Sayonara bastards, I'm out! Peace
*It's Filthy Fox, motherfuckas! It's Filthy Fox, bitch!*
*Let's get some pussy tonight…*
Pikachu these nuts, mang? XD