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I. Attention

Junko scanned the many monitors in front of her. She was in a dimly lit room, surrounded by various items: her crown, glasses and Monokuma plushie. By all appearances she was solemn and quiet but inside, Junko's mind was making survival calculations and strategic decisions based on every students' probability that they would survive the first round of killing. She had researched everyone who would be attending and had used her own superhuman analytical skills to weigh various factors like temperament and strength of mind. This way she would be several steps ahead.

It was a funny thing, how her mind could be so focused and clear but when she talked, her various personalities would fight for control. Her base personality lay stifled at the bottom of her mind, rarely surfacing.

But this was no time for personal problems. Junko leaned forward and began to tap on the desk in front of her, long nails clicking. She watched many of the monitors with passing curiosity but quickly got bored. The students were all gathered in the gym for the first time and wore various expressions of fear and uncertainty. The possibility of despair bubbling up inside of them was wonderful but everyone there was just so boring to Junko. Even her own sister, posing as her was a snoozefest. Junko groaned loudly, her Rude personality taking control.

"Ggggoooooddd! Mukuro, could you be anymore fucking boring?!" Her loud voice cutting through the white noise of computer sounds in the dark room.

"I swear, I'd rather watch snot dry!" She said to no one in particular. She glanced over at the Monokuma doll sitting propped up against her crown. It was almost time to make her first appearance as Monokuma. That personality started to bubble up inside of her, threatening to jump out of her throat.

Junko started to smile and laugh as the Monokuma personality tried to sink in control, but with some effort Junko shoved it away. No, it was too soon to bring out Monokuma. Junko glanced at a random monitor and something caught her attention.

On one of the monitors to her left, a girl with light purple hair was walking down one of the hallways to the gym. Junko straightened up and leaned toward that screen and watched. The pretty girl wore a smart purple jacket with an orange tie with black skirt with knee-high boots.

"Whoa… hello cutie." Her Rude personality shot out. Certainly, she had some time to kill and everyone else was so boring.

As she watched the girl Junko started to like her more and more. She slowly walked down the hallway often stopping to examine a door or one of the bolted up windows. She wore a serious stoic expression and portrayed no emotions. She was the opposite of Junko in a way, someone who had so many personalities that pinwheeled for control that she wasn't sure if a 'Real Junko' even existed.

The girl wasn't doing anything that a normal person would consider exciting but Junko found it endlessly fascinating, tingling with thrilling despair. What would this mystery girl uncover? Surely, no details would escape her notice. What if she eventually figured out Junko's true identity? Would she confront Junko herself and unmask her? The despair of having all her plans ruined and being unmasked in front of everyone was intoxicating to her. Plus, she was totally Junko's type, strong, silent and seemingly unswaying in her actions. It just made her more attractive.

Suddenly Junko got an idea. She scooted closer to the control panel of her desk and pressed a few buttons. As the girl entered the gym and started to talk with other students the cameras in the gymnesium zoomed in on her face and voice.

"I see… you too woke up in a classroom with no memories of the previous situation." The girl stated in a serious but perplexed tone.

"Yeah! But right now I'm just trying to keep my chin up and be on the lookout for donuts. I'm Aoi Asahina by the way, Ultimate Swimmer! What's your name?"

"Kyoko Kirigiri. Sorry, but I need to continue investigating." Kyoko said, pushing past Aoi.

Junko smiled, letting her "Bubbles" personality out.

"Wow! What a despair-inducing cutie! 3 Way to make my heart skip a beat! *Sigh* Kyoko Kirigiri, the Ultimate Detective." Bubbles shrank away to swap with Junko's 'Deadpan' personality, as she partially covered her face with her hand.

"Truely, this despair game will ultimately be a battle between mastermind and detective. My, how It just drips with heart-aching despair."

After a few more moments of watching Kyoko walk around, Junko noticed she was talking to a scrawny looking guy, introducing himself at Makoto. Junko immediately wrote him off as killer bait, someone according to her calculations would be dead within the first few rounds. But as Kyoko spoke with him, there was something that Junko didn't like. She noticed that Kyoto seemed to be more invested in talking with him than any of the other students.

Wait a minute… was she interested in him? Junko's Rude personality yanked at it's chain like a raging rottweiler, but inside her Monokuma personality swapped into the driver's seat.

It was time. Junko turned her attention to the Monokuma controls and switched him on. As Monokuma made his first appearance, she made a few mental notes. Makoto was a driveling, hopeful idiot who would probably be gone either in round 1 or 2. Kyoko was attractive, intelligent and overall a worthy opponent for her. Their battle would spew so much delicious despair.

Later that day, after the first nighttime announcement, Junko was still in her chair in front of the monitors, petting her Monokuma doll in her lap. For most of the day, her attention had been fixated in Kyoko, strangely never growing bored of watching. As Kyoko walked back to her room, Junko watched lustfully as the cameras tracked the flip of Kyoko's skirt as she walked with purpose.

As Junko continued to watch, the door to the control room groaned as Mukuro entered. When the door was firmly shut, she struggled to take off the strawberry blonde wig and walked over to Junko.

"Junko, I'm here… How did everything go?" The older sister asked with concern in her voice. Junko didn't respond or make any changes in her movements. Mukuro walked over the chair and followed her sister's gaze, reacting in concern as she saw Junko watching Kyoko as the detective drifted off to sleep.

"You don't have to worry about her. She's asleep. Sis?" Junko gritted her teeth and got up from the chair in a huff, scooping up Monokuma in her arms.

"God, finally! I was so fucking bored, watching a bunch of stereotypical highschoolers for the WHOLE GODDAMN DAY!" Junko said, her Rude personality venting on her sister.

Mukuro looked over Junko's shoulder at the monitor that had held her sister's attention. Junko blushed and shoved her sister back.

"Look that's none of your fucking business what I was looking at! I don't have to explain myself to a fucking knock off like you!" Junko shot.

"Sorry. I was… anyway, I thought you might be interested in the intel that I have on the students from my interactions with them." Mukuro said, stepping back up to Junko.

Junko sighed and walked past her sister to the living quarters of the hideout. Mukuro rushed to keep up with her as Junko put on her crown for her 'Royal' personality.

"So tell me then my humble servant, what news do you bring from the provinces of my domain? Surely, there is a seed of despair planted in at least one of those miserable serfs. Speak!"

With her conclusion Junko plopped down on a leather sofa, putting her feet up as Mukuro stood at attention ready to report. Clearing her throat soldier began.

"Your calculations were correct. Sayaka was the most likely to crack under the reality of the current situation. Despair takes root." Junko rolled her eyes, switching to Bubbles.

"BORRRINGGGG! I called that one from a mile away. I told you that she would be the first, just wait till she sees her bandmates dead!"

"You also predicted that Sakura and Hina form a comradery. Later, we can certainly exploit

this for maximum despair." Mukuro said with pride in her voice.

"Yepper! Still boring, tell me something I don't know!" Junko said in a sing-song voice as Mukuro sighed.

"I think that Makoto might be the Ultimate Hope. He has the trademark optimism and interpersonal skills and his relationship with Kyoko to boot-" Monokuma's personality butted in.

"Upupupup. Bwahahahah! That lazy idiot? If you're trying to say that he's a threat Then I'm Santa Claus, red suit and all. Seriously, he's going to have his hope extinguished by intoxicating despair soon enough, NEXT."

"Kirigiri is proving to be more resistant than we anticipated. Junko, she'll be a major foe if we don't stop her now. I suggest I mobilize Sayaka's jealousy-" The soldier was cut off by 'Deadpan' Junko, speaking firmly from behind her hand.

"You will do no such thing." Mukuro blinked, stunned by Junko's orders.

"But…"

"Did I stutter? You will not act against Kyoko or throw her from the killing game. Those are my express orders. Do you doubt my plans, big sister?" Mukuro stood there in shock. What was she doing? Kyoko was the biggest threat to achieving despairing success, surely Junko knew that. So why on earth would Junko want- WAIT.

"Do you… you know…?" Mukuro proposed, guessing her sister's feelings toward Kyoko.

"No, I don't know. Stop speaking in haikus, it's unbecoming of you, sister."

"Do you have feelings for Kyoko?" Junko stood up abruptly. Switching to her 'Sad' personality.

"If by feelings you mean an overwhelming urge to make her sink all the way up to her pretty little face in despair, then yes, I do have feelings for her." Mukuro looked crushed.

"WAIT. P-pretty face… sister… you have me."

"Yeah, I do. So what? Do you think I actually return those incestous feelings that you make no secret of hiding?" Junko asked.

Mukuro stiffened and looked away, red dusting her cheeks. She looked down at her feet, somberly, as Junko continued, switching to her Deadpan persona.

"We already talked about this. We do things but I have no emotional attachment to you romantic or otherwise. Focus on the plan, you'd do best to remember that." Junko said getting up to grab something from the small kitchen to eat. Mukuro sat down on the couch looking down at the floor. As Junko rustled through the fridge, she came across an important choice to make. She could kill her sister and be free to play out the killing game however she pleased or leave her alive and have a loyal follower to execute her will. In that moment of time, Junko felt the strong desire to experience a new level of despair, by killing her sister in the most brutal way possible.

However, something inside her decided against it. Junko couldn't explain what it was but she instead decided to eventually pull her sister out of the killing game by faking her death instead. For now, she was more valuable to her alive than dead. As she looked back at her sister, she wondered if there was another universe where she had decided to kill Mukuro.