AN: I finally had enough time to sit down and write something. Despite the fact that I have 5 essays and 2 projects due this coming week. YOLO *slowly dies under the growing pile of school work*
This isn't my best chapter, but I get the feeling that Sonia going Despair went down a similar path as this fic. Probably not as quickly- most likely a slow series of conversations, where Junko convinces the Princess to join Despair. But you get the drift.
REQUESTED (by Darkenning on AO3)
Sonia Nevermind x Junko Enoshima
(Junson, Sonko, Junkosonia)
Conversion
(Ultimate Despair)
How did the Princess fall into Despair…?
…
Junko Enoshima had planned to convert Sonia Nevermind to her cause since the beginning.
The Neverminds were one of the most powerful families of the world. They were the rulers of the militaristic country Novoselic, and were condensed. The few members of the House of Nevermind held immense power, and weren't spread out like the royal families of Britain or France.
And the girl would be sheltered. She'd want to learn everything about Japan— and who better to show her the wonderfully corrupt world than Junko Enoshima?
It was almost laughably easy, how she managed to convert the Princess to her cause. She was exactly as Junko predicted she would be, bar the fascination with serial killers. That tidbit only quickened the process…
"Oh, and I love serial killers!" Sonia peppily stated, angelic smile in place, despite the oddity of such a statement.
Junko Enoshima had just introduced herself to her sempai, Sonia Nevermind, and chat with her a bit. Chatting with her on the usual—their titles, their interests. Junko artfully danced and weaved her words, slowly underlying them with the beautiful poison of despair, spinning her silk web to trap the juicy little fly.
And then the Princess goes and says something like that—something so utterly surprising, it made Junko let out a bark of laughter.
Why, Sonia Nevermind's love of serial killers almost mirrored her love of despair. It was just a paltry imitation to the real thing, but it was a grand paradox, nonetheless.
"Well well—I would not have considered your interests to extend to such a subject! How wonderful!" Junko stated grandly, her queenly persona seeping in her bones.
The Princess's eyes grew brighter. "Oh, are you interested in serial killers as well?" she asked excitedly, hands daintily held in front of her.
"Oh, something like that…I just like how different and dark those types of people are, you know…? They're just not like everyday people. They're special."
Junko waited, seeing if the blindingly good Princess will fall into her Venus flytrap of despair. She watches with a barely withheld smirk, as Sonia Nevermind's entire being radiates and excited, mesmerizing light.
"How marvelous! That is my exact thoughts on them!" the girl exclaimed, giving an excited bounce, clapping her hands primly like a snooty nobleman watching a game of cricket.
"Wow! Whooda thunk, huh?" Junko exclaimed, giving a harsh laugh. She then calmed down, carefully pulling herself together. She almost had the Princess in her claws; she had to focus.
"Now, Sempai-chan…What would you say, if there was a super duper cool group you could join—a group that thinks differently from other people? A group that wants to do great things, that's spurred by a complicated, original, rare emotion? A group that accepts anyone, one where we can both join together, to see everyone's thought processes?" she proposed slowly, moods slowly shifting from cute to queenly to analytical.
"Oh—I would say that that would be hella fascinating! A rare experience that one must take in both arms, as they say!" the Princess answered, stars and resolution in her eyes. "It would certainly be great, if there was such a group!"
And there it was. The tug on the hook. The fly venturing into the trap.
"Well—what if it was a real group? What if you can join me, Sonia-chan, to experience a whole new side of Japan and thinking…?"
Junko Enoshima stood on the rubble-strewn platform, eyes bright, as she took in the sight of Sonia Nevermind harshly ordering and dictating the masses of mask-wearing followers.
The area was a beautiful sea of black and white and red. It was glorious. The black-and-white Monokuma masks gave unity, and the red of blood and fire popped cleanly from the drab colors of the buildings and rubble.
The pigtailed-blonde stepped forwards resolutely, her heels making a steady clack clack clack! on the ground. She stopped next to the Ultimate Princess-turned Ultimate Dictator.
The mesmerizing girl slowly pat her subordinate's hair, crooning at her for a job well done. The harsh Dictator's features softened and brightened, as if she was a young child that got a wonderful gift for her birthday. She grinned up at the bustier girl that was crooning at her, basking in her praise and closeness.
"Did I do well, my Despair Queen?" she asked steadily, leaning into the woman's hand.
"You did, Sonia-chan. You did despairingly well. You'll make a wonderful Queen," Junko Enoshima assured her, the smile on her lips turning shark-like. "Aren't you glad you joined me…?"
"Very," Sonia Nevermind breathed, burying her face in the other girl's collarbone.
Junko laughed. A laugh that came from the very depths of her being. A laugh that reverberated through the destroyed city. A laugh that seeped itself in her despairing minions that rampaged through the streets.
It was despairingly easy to convert Sonia Nevermind to Despair. Junko Enoshima already had half of the world's most powerful people in the palm of her hands.