Mukuro's eyes widened when she saw her sister callously approach Makoto out in the open. Mentally steeling herself to face Junko, she immediately senses something coming straight for her. She quickly draws her combat knife and immediately deflects an object that flew at her with tremendous speed.
A syringe falls with little fanfare, rolling on the ground near her. Continually blocking the dangerous projectiles coming straight at her, the freckled SHSL Soldier could see what appeared to be a baseball launcher continually firing them at her from a building across from where she stood. Leaping great distances between every move, she eventually makes it to the launcher. Immediately piercing it with her knife, she drags it to destroy the mechanisms inside it.
Taking a breath and turning away from it and now looking toward where Makoto and Junko where, she was about to move when she heard a faint burst of air. Her eyes widen and she immediately feels woozy.
It was rigged to release a gas trap when destroyed. She looks over and can see Kyoko's office window. Unfortunately for her, that's the last thing she sees as she falls unconscious.
"Man…what's takin' Naegi-chi so long?"
Hina was munching on a donut. "Well, you know how strict security is. He prolly got held up."
"Yeah but all this waiting around is…real tiring…" Hiro yawns loudly.
"Gee, Hiro. Were you up all night getting drunk again?"
"No way! I saved that for tonight with you guys! Just…I dunno, I'm feeling real sluggish right now."
Hina rubbed her eyes. "Now that you mention it…"
Kyoko immediately stood up in panic. "No, this is Enoshima's…"
Hiro was already knocked out, with Hina fading in and out of consciousness. Kyoko made for the door, but fell before she could reach it.
"Makoto-kun…!"
The scene unfolded all in front of Juzo in the control room. He saw the others falling to the sleeping gas and Junko walking slowly toward Makoto in the empty quad.
"Tch. Figures that bitch would try something like this. But you aren't getting away this time." He looks over to the guards in the room. "Get everyone on alert. We're catching SHSL Despair. And I'll skin her alive."
The guards immediately radio out Juzo's orders while he leaves the room. Immediately exiting the hallway, he sees a mass of guards blocking the lobby. Even the receptionist joined the blockade.
"What the hell are you all doing?! Didn't you hear your orders? Catch that pink witch before she gets away!"
The crowd of people are unresponsive. They have a spaced-out look in their eyes.
"Move!" He tries to push one out of the way, but they immediately push back and try to dogpile him. "You!" He punches out of them and he flies into the crowd. Despite this, they continually try to overwhelm him with their bodies.
"Sakakura-kun!" One of the hypnotized bodies is thrown into a guard that was ready to jump Juzo from behind.
"Munakata!" Juzo slams the heads of two guards into each other.
"They've blocked off the other side of the hallway as well. I assume this is Enoshima's work."
"What the hell!? Can't we just beat her for once?!"
"We don't have time to complain. We must break through!"
Juzo wanted to go all out, but he knew that if he started murdering the guards, it would be catastrophic for the understaffed academy. He could only throw half-hearted punches in order to try and make way. "Damn it! Where's Yukizome?"
"Over here, Juzo-kun!" She starts spraying a fire extinguisher at the mob's feet. A good number of them start to trip all over each other.
Makoto wearily eyed the SHSL Despair, still wearing her hair down. "You're showing up out in the open…what did you do, Enoshima?"
"Upupupu~. Wouldn't you like to know, Makoto? Though the next part might not be a surprise for you." She slowly moves closer and closer to him. "And the next thing you'll say is…what do you want?!"
He mouths out the first word and stops himself.
"Awww, the joke doesn't work if you don't say it."
The adult Naegi stood his ground despite the menacing aura coming from the former SHSL Fashion Girl.
"Oooh and here I thought you were going to run. That would've been a smart choice. You're pretty fast."
"I just can't leave everyone at your mercy…"
"So smart indeed! Guess I don't have to go through the whole, 'I'm going to play with everyone if you don't play with me' speech. Good. Cause it's a one-way ticket to snoresville!"
"What did you do to everyone, Enoshima?"
"Wouldn't you like to know? Don't worry about them! After all, they're not gonna get in the way this time."
Junko was right in front of Makoto right now, with his head slightly looking up at her face.
"Besides, I'd worry about yourself right now."
Some sweat started to bead on the former SHSL Lucky Student's face.
"Whatever you're planning, it won't work."
"Oh, do you think so? My plan's been working as planned so far you know. Seems my analytical prowess is still in top form!" She smirks and holds herself, almost seemingly like she was congratulating herself.
Immediately after, she grabs Makoto by the wrist with him clenching his own fist in response.
"Come on, Makoto! Struggle, or this won't be as fun!"
With a raised voice he replied, "And what, Enoshima?! I can see that bat behind you."
"Ohohoho! Finally aware of your surroundings? No wonder you started to lock your door."
"This is insane. You're alive again, aren't you? Why go this far?!"
She stops grinning and her face drained of emotions. "Because you're the only thing worth a damn in this boring world."
"Is that really it?" He grits his teeth. "You…you just want me to feel so angry right now, don't you?!"
"And aren't you? All that seething rage I can see in those eyes of yours." She looked as if she was in a daydream and started to drool. "Kyahahaha! I'm drooling, I'm leaking! It makes me feel so alive!"
"Is that all?"
Junko was shocked out of her daydream and looked straight at him.
"You're addicted to despair. All I can be is sad for you."
"Sad? Hah! You're just trying—"
"You've been trying to get me to hate you this entire time. Violating my personal space, causing trouble for my friends…threatening my life. But I could never hate you. Having to think of what you did and who you are for the rest of my days? That's no way to live!"
"I DIDN'T WANT TO LIVE, MAKOTO!"
He was shocked at her outburst and saw that her forehead started to form sweat.
"Don't you remember? Living gives me no hope at all. And now…and now…and now, and now, and now, and now…I was robbed of what I wanted!" A crooked smile forms on her face. "Having to watch you undo all my work was supposed to be the absolute worst, but it ended up as I predicted. It was boring. It didn't even drive me further into despair."
"If you wanted to despair so much, why didn't you decide to live? That's part of despair, right? All that guilt in that conscience of yours."
"Even that feeling would fade eventually. Besides, a conscience? Me?"
"Of course you have one! You may be genocidal and amoral, but that's part of what drove you to use us in the killing game, wasn't it? Why you chose Class 78 over everyone else."
"The feeling of doing horrible things to the few people you give a damn about…and them looking at you with hateful gazes…" She stops daydreaming and snaps back to reality. "Do you think you know me, Makoto?! You wouldn't be the first moron to claim that! And probably not the last."
"Don't try to gaslight me! I'm not like you or Kamakura-san. Claiming to completely understand and predict someone else is out of my reach." Makoto took a breath. "But even Hinata-san didn't fall like you did."
She lets go of his wrist and cups his face with one hand. "And what will that lead to, huh? A future where he'd be forced to live on some island for the rest of his days. If there's a hell on earth, it definitely was that."
"So what, you're a coward?"
She smirks and tightens her hold. "Oh, so the cowardly lion wants to keep roaring? Don't forget that I made you like this, Makoto. Before The Tragedy, you were just a bumbling high schooler that could only be described as a giant doormat."
"I know for better or worse, you were the one person that affected my life the most."
"Oh yes." Her voice goes soft and sultry, even whispering into his ear. "I took away your first love, your friends, and your peaceful high school life. You carry so much despair with you and yet you just lug it around. Carrying it like a ball and chain! You're married to it! Don't you remember their faces? The way they wanted you to join them? It may have been cheating, but your weakness finally reared its ugly head…"
She didn't move away from him while he was silent.
The same haunting vision appeared as if she summoned it on purpose. Only this time, Kyoko was not present. As a teenager, Makoto would've easily frozen up and started to doubt himself. But he was older now – saddled with experience he never wanted and a responsibility he never asked for. The SHSL Hope didn't feel the weight of regret, but a stoking fire that seemed to come from his own heart.
How could he face the friends that haunted him if he succumbed now? The voices began to drown out and they only looked at him now as if expecting something.
"My friends are still dead. Maizono-san is still dead. That much is true. But I learned something about myself."
He turns his head toward the former SHSL Fashion Girl and his vision clears, only seeing her.
Junko raised an eyebrow. "That you're just the poster boy for blind optimism?"
Only four words came out of his mouth. "I want to live."
She looked bewildered and stepped back from him. A soft reply comes out of her mouth. "What?"
"I want to laugh. I want to cry. I want to eat good food. And I want to see a new day, because none of them can anymore! I won't just carry their memories with me for the rest of my life. I will live for them!"
"You…what are you saying?!"
"I won't despair! I won't get bored! Their memories may be painful, but I will make new ones for them!"
A shocked expression painted the fashion girl's face. "This wasn't supposed to happen! You're alone! Seeing your dead friends is supposed to be painful! I could just end you right now!"
He stepped forward. "Even if you strike me down now, I won't stop! You hear me?!"
"You're just cocky because your luck is soooo unpredictable! You know what they say about those who live so long on a battlefield – they start to believe they're invincible."
"Maybe my luck protects me, but it doesn't protect others. It doesn't erase every single failure I've experienced! Every single life that I've seen gone in front of my own eyes! But that's not the point! I have a responsibility and drive to continue on because the rest can't!"
"You…turning your weakness into a strength… what the hell what the hell what the hell what the hell…what the hell are you?!"
"I learned it from you."
Junko could no longer utter a response, just staring straight at him in complete silence. After a few tense moments, she moves beside him, facing the opposite direction of where he was facing. He still stands there with his hand outstretched, his eyes shifting to the side to look at her.
"You won't embrace despair, you won't hate me, and you won't back down. To think I'd have to prepare so many backup plans because of you. You do realize what kind of position you're in?"
Her eyes shift over to look at him in return. "You already knew that there's only going to be one outcome from this. Despite that, you remain as defiant as ever. I have everyone as a hostage, you know! Including your sister, of course."
"…Wait, Komaru too?"
"Did you forget? Getting into that dumb city is a lot easier than you think!"
Makoto made a small realization. If anyone could get clearance to enter Towa City, it would certainly be Junko due to a certain green-haired mastermind's devotion to her. But what confused him was how she was able to even contact her if the entire city was on lockdown by both the Towa Corporation and the military.
"Well we still haven't had our date, darling."
"D-Darling?!"
"Yep yep!" She grabs his outstretched hand. "Call me Junko now!"
"N-No, wait I…" He gets dragged along.
"Nope! No third, fourth, or eleventh wheels! This is a romantic getaway just for two!"
Mukuro's eyes opened up. Her senses were still dull and her limbs were still asleep. She looked around, finding herself still on top of the roof with the modified baseball launcher. As soon as she regained fully regained her senses, she looks over to where Makoto and Junko were the last time she remembered and both were, as she feared, gone.
Making her way down, she can see the Class 74 trio breaking through the mob of brainwashed security guards.
"Damn it!" Juzo was seething with rage. "Where is she, despair sister?!"
Keeping a cold and distant tone, Mukuro only responded. "She's gone. With Naegi-kun."
Clenching his fist, he passes both Kyosuke and Chisa as he heads back to the surveillance room back in the administration building.
"Well…if nothing else, this is proof that you aren't working with Enoshima." Kyoksuke adjusts his tie as he clears his throat. "Where are the rest of our dimension's Class 78?"
"I don't know." Mukuro suddenly remembers the very last thing she saw. "I remember them being all in an office before I passed out."
Chisa looked a little sad for her. "She even dealt with her own sister. What a wicked girl…"
Mukuro clenched her fist and her teeth. She found herself agreeing with the former SHSL Housekeeper, despite her gut instinct wanting to believe and protect Junko at the same time.
"If I know my sister, they were probably kept in the office somehow."
"Then we must retrieve them. Sakakura-kun will review the security footage to find out where she went with Naegi-san." The current vice headmaster turned away from Mukuro with Chisa following close. Not having any other choice, Mukuro followed them.
Finally arriving in front of Kyoko's office, Chisa knocked on the door. No response. Kyosuke tried to open the door and found himself slamming himself against the stubborn point of entry.
"Allow me."
The two adults stepped aside and Mukuro kicked down the door with one kick. The door itself hung onto the frame as if it were clinging for dear life, slamming into the wall next to it. Kyoko groaned as she started to stand up. Chisa went to check on Hina and Hiro who were both still unconscious.
Kyoko's eyes widened as she slowly got out of her daze. "Ikusaba-san, where's Makoto-kun?"
"Gone. With Junko-chan."
The former SHSL Detective had her face darken, her fist clenched, along with a scary look on her face. She exhales a long breath and pinches the temple of her nose, looking back at Mukuro. "I take it she managed to incapacitate you as well."
Mukuro just looks to the side while Chisa slaps Hiro awake.
"Ah owowow! I'm awake, I'm awake! Stop!"
Hina yawns as she wakes up from the noise. "Ummm…what…what happened?"
"We were all knocked out by Enoshima's sleeping gas." Kyoko turned to Mukuro, who only nods in response while still not looking back at her.
"R-Really? Was that what got us the first time?"
"Perhaps it was. It's hard to tell. My memory around that time is still hazy."
"Yeah." Hina looks down. "Mine too. Where's Naegi?"
"With Enoshima."
The former SHSL Swimmer gasps. "No! We gotta get him back!"
Kyosuke's cell phone rings and he looks it over. "Sakakura-kun. Mmhm. Very well." He hangs up after the short conversation. "It looks to have been approximately an hour ago. The footage is available now, Kirigiri-san."
"Good." She fixes her leather gloves. "The security feed should give us an idea of where they went." She quickly walks out while the rest follow her.
Inside the surveillance room, Juzo was replaying the footage over and over. The guards stationed in there looked nervous and turned their attention at those entering the room.
"They're not on campus." Juzo growled.
"Not surprising. Now let's see." Kyoko moved toward the multiple monitors while Mukuro looked over her shoulder. The SHSL Soldier glanced at Juzo who returned an angry glare for a moment, then returned back to looking at the footage.
Junko looked to be embracing Makoto by the arm as he looked like he was being dragged along to his car. They could see the baseball bat sheathed on her back. Makoto unlocks and opens the door on the driver's side of the vehicle and he steps in, Junko slams the door closed and entered on the other side. The car exits the staff parking lot. On another monitor, they could see the car getting onto the main road and into the city.
Kyoko places her hand on her chin. "Looks as if they're driving away from his apartment."
"Y-Yo, why'd he just go along with her? I mean…he ain't looking like he was all lovey-dovey back with her." Hiro scratched his hair.
"Knowing Enoshima," Kyoko replied, "She most likely gave him no choice. If he knew what was going on to all of us…"
"We were hostages." Mukuro said flatly.
Hina gasped in shock. "Wait, we were?"
"It makes sense." Kyoko looked back at her. "While she could simply abduct him at any time, we would be able to track him down easily. This way she would take out anyone that could help Makoto-kun while taking him away herself. I assume the bat was for…insurance."
"Seriously?! What is wrong with her?" Hina yelled. "Isn't what she did to us enough already? Why does Naegi have to go through with this…?"
Kyoko and Mukuro grimaced. The lilac-haired detective instinctually knew that Junko was no good, while the raven-haired former mercenary knew that she was not kind to those she loved.
"Aside from the general direction they're moving in, I'm unable to figure out where exactly they went. Enoshima probably knew this and if I begin an investigation now we'll only lag farther behind."
It seems Kyoko lost to Junko this time around. She was distracted by so many things that she was unable to completely counter the diva of despair's machinations.
"Then it's up to me, right?" Hiro grinned.
Mukuro was out of patience. "And what do you plan to do?"
"I'm gonna figure out where he went, that's what!" Hiro moves over to a nearby bag where he sat and pulled out his crystal ball.
The freckled girl almost yelled. "We don't have time for this! Naegi-kun could be…"
"Wait." Kyoko interrupted. "Go ahead, Hiro-kun."
"Aw yeah, time for the Shaman to show his stuff!" He focused hard on his crystal ball. "Alright, I'm getting something…whoa…what the hell?"
Hina tried to look into the crystal ball herself. "Eh? What do you see, Hiro?"
"This might be worse than aliens."
Juzo grit his teeth. "Just get on with it already!"
"Alright. Heh…seems whenever Naegi-chi's involved my predictions get better. Listen up!"
As Hiro's outlandish explanation began, Mukuro looked over at Kyoko who seemed to be taking the prediction as seriously as possible. She felt like she needed to move, but she didn't know the first thing about where. Suddenly, some words caught Mukuro's attention from the SHSL Shaman's vision that shook her to the core.
The drive toward Towa City was a two-hour ordeal directly east from where Hope's Peak Academy was situated. The bridge they were driving through was surrounded by the ocean itself and they came upon what appeared to be a toll gate. Inside, the security guard was wearing body armor and even had a rifle on his back – something that only military personnel would even be allow to do.
Junko smirked and pulled out her gaudy phone, showing it directly to the guard. His focused and trained gaze suddenly made him look completely out of it.
"Open it already, chump."
The hypnotized guard nodded silently and raised the boom gate to let the vehicle pass.
Makoto silently drove after what he saw. "W-Was that…?"
"Did you forget that I learned how to make the videos?"
"No, it's just…"
"Do you want to try it out? It's kinda fun."
"I'll pass."
"Awww… but I kinda wanted to see what would happen if you went from such an herbivore man to something like the reserve course. You know: loving me, doing whatever I want…maybe even being less of an herbivore!"
"No."
"Pfft. Fine." She rests her head on his shoulder while he cringes. "Your loss. I guess you'll always be a bottom."
"W-What?" Makoto continued to focus directly on the road. "No, never mind."
Eventually the bridge connecting the manmade island to the mainland opened up into Towa City proper. Shocked at what he saw, Makoto immediately hit the brakes and stopped a small distance from an abandoned, wrecked car in front of him. The vehicle wasn't the only thing that was in ruin – the city itself looked to be in bad shape from what he was able to see. Buildings were ruined, the streets were only littered with scrap and were broken from multiple impacts.
He stayed silent as he stepped out of the car. Junko stepped out a few moments after he did.
"This looks like…the same city from our world."
The only thing missing was the crimson red sky.
The SHSL Despair looked around with a neutral expression on her face. She wasn't expecting a slice of their world to be existing right there in front of her. Eventually, a huge grin formed on her face and she grabbed Makoto in a deep embrace while he was almost knocked over by the force.
"This is…this is this is this is…! Amazing, you can feel the despair in the air! Looks like those kids weren't reformed after all, huh?"
"No, that's not it." He tries to ignore her as she's practically squeezing him at this point. "When I finally picked up Komaru, the city looked like this. Well…there were people roaming around helping with reconstruction…but this looks like how I remember it."
"Upupu~! The plot thickens. Maybe someone's an anchor around here…?"
Makoto recalled their earlier conversation about how certain people could somehow bring a piece of their original realities to this world.
"It could be the same person who tried to do it with Ikusaba-san." He felt something wrong as she finally let go of him and ducked, while Junko swung her bat over his head. "Hey!"
The bat connected with something metallic. A human-sized Monokuma bot was swung into a nearby wall.
"Pay attention, darling!" She continues swinging at other nearby ones that started walking toward where they were standing.
"These are…"
"It's like a zombie movie! Oh, to be eaten by my own Kuma-chan! Such despair!"
"Stop fooling around!" Makoto kicks one away. "Let's get out of here, already!"
"What? We can always drive away, you know."
"I'm not leaving without Komaru and Fukawa-san!"
Junko squeals. "Oh, so heroic! Do you seriously have no sense of self-preservation?" She rolls her eyes.
The noise generated from the two started attracting more of the man-eating Monokumas. Slowly being surrounded by a good-sized mobs of the murderous mascots, Makoto notices some of the loose gravel starting to shake. Both of them can see large monkey-like bipedal robots approach from the opposite side.
"I don't remember those!" Makoto starts sweating.
"Not like I know what the hell those are either!" Junko grins. "Those things seem faster than they look."
"How can you tell?"
"Who the hell cares?! This might actually be fun."
The Monokumas stop advancing on both of them and turn around to the unknown mechanoids. Makoto watches, confused, as they start to assault the strange looking mobile weapons platforms.
The SHSL Despair grabs the SHSL Hope by the arm and pulls him along while the opposing robotic forces fight each other. The monkey-like robots began being swarmed by them, but as Junko stated they were extremely agile despite their size, managing to hold them off with their raw power in combination with speed.
They both start to get farther from both the metallic carnage and the car. A sudden laugh comes out of the fashion girl's mouth. "I'm gonna call them Exisals!"
"Wh-what does it matter what they're called?"
"Do you wanna keep calling them monkey bots? This is waaaaaaaay cooler!"
"Fine! Whatever! But where did the Exisals come from?"
"Beats me! Never even thought of 'em before now. And I doubt my little fan created them either."
They both eventually stop running and find themselves in another desolate pocket of Towa City. Unlike Komaru's own adventure, there weren't even brainwashed children around. It was just empty and lifeless. Makoto was wondering what happened to the remaining population of the city.
"How long are you gonna space out for?!" Junko's voice snapped him out of his thoughts. "So, what, are you gonna try to talk to the robots? Maybe take them on a nice playdate or something?"
He sighed. "Please don't patronize me."
"I'll do what I want!"
The two start to look around. The buildings look like they've been ransacked and abandoned for a long time now along with skeletons scattered about, consistent with what Makoto saw from the city when he finally got Komaru out. He took a deep breath.
"No one's around. Where did everyone go?"
Junko pointed upward to a damaged sign of a tall building. Urban Hotel Towa.
"Yeah. Maybe someone's still here." Makoto stepped forward and entered, with the former gyaru following right behind him.
Inside the hotel was only desolation, boarded up rooms, some scattered bones and skulls, dried blood splattering the walls and the wreckage of shot up Monokumas. Going through multiple floors of the building and not another soul was around. Wherever the population hid, it definitely was not in this place. It looked as if the two ladies he was looking for passed through the building in the past as the Monokumas left there looked to be completely destroyed by someone with a hacking gun and/or something sharp.
"Huh…" The fashionista kicked over some scrap metal. "If I was gonna guess, this all happened way, way in the past."
"It's starting to get dark. It'd be a bad idea to wander around outside."
"Duh!" She swings her bat and forces open one of the boarded up rooms near them. "This'll do."
Makoto shook his head. "Well, good night." He starts walking away from her, while she grabs him from behind by his coat jacket.
"Nope! Obviously we should stick together, right?" A cheery grin with her eyes closed appeared on her face as he dragged him into the room.
Despite the cracks on the wall, the room still looked fairly luxurious. A mostly in-tact wide screen plasma TV, a leather couch, a large closet separated by a wooden screen, an executive chair tucked into a fancy-looking desk, a queen sized bed that looked untouched for weeks, and a small bathroom. It made sense, of course, since Towa City was renowned for its tourism and would definitely appeal to visitors to try and spend as much as possible.
The former SHSL Lucky Student sighed as he sat on the couch, leaning back. The fatigue from the past week was starting to catch up to him. He closed his eyes for a moment and opened them up again to see Junko laying on her stomach next to him, legs in the air, facing and looking straight at him with a grin.
Tiredly, Makoto flatly said, "Uh…there's a bed over there, you know."
"Such a gentleman. You do realize that I can just move you when you finally fall asleep, you know."
He rubs his face and sighs again.
"Even grown up, you still have that little rabbit vibe when you're tired like this you know. Makes a girl wanna devour you."
"Those lines…they were from you?"
"Oh, you mean that crap that sad Muku-nee would say way back when? Yep! All rehearsed. She tried so hard, but never lived up to the real thing. But did you think that emotionally suppressed siscon be able to express herself without an excuse?"
"S-Siscon…"
"Oh please. Like I didn't notice her unnatural feelings for her despairingly sweet little sister."
Raising his voice slightly, he responded. "She was emotionally suppressed like you said. You turned her into that."
"Maybe I did. But you can't really develop feelings like that if you didn't have a predisposition to it, you know! Remember my minions of despair? They weren't that different from what they were."
Makoto glared back at her.
"And with my little experiment, it only proves that."
"What?"
"Leaving her with you. You became a mentor to her and she always liked you, you know?" She glares back at him with a wicked smile. "So now you became a big brother to her in a way, right? She's probably way into you more now than before!"
"Th-that's…"
"How disappointing."
"Do I really have to explain why treating us like toys is wrong?"
"Aw, are you gonna punish me Makoto? I really have been a bad, bad girl!"
He doesn't stop leaning against the couch, but buries his face with his hands. "Why are you like this?"
"What? Beautiful, talented, and intelligent?"
Makoto removes his hands from his face. He looks over to her. "Was it really worth being that dedicated to despair?"
"How was I gonna know that it wasn't going to be the end there? Just be like a blazing comet in the sky, right? Burn out before you're a damn eyesore."
"Do you still want to burn out?"
Her voice goes quiet. "I don't know."
He closes his eyes. "Sounds like a no."
"…you're gonna hurt your neck if you sleep like that."
One of his eyes open as Junko looks straight at him, a face devoid of any false emotion.
"Still trying?"
A small smile forms on her face. "I'm still right."
Makoto stands up, already feeling the pressure on his neck, walking over to the bed. "Don't try anything funny."
"I won't try, I'll do."
Already feeling heavy from fatigue, he just groans and lays on the bed, nodding off.
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BlackCapPI: Looks like V2 is starting. Hopefully it'll be a longer season than V1.
Shirokuma: oh i can guarantee it, V1 had some great viewership on all the livestreams
BlackCapPI: Is it just me or are they focusing a lot on Rantaro Amami?
Shirokuma: well i mean just look at him, he's a pretty boy and he's got two ahoge!
BlackCapPI: Yeah. He's sure to be a fan favorite if the 50 games and anime are any indication.
Shirokuma: so since you're typing to me still im guessing you didn't get in V2…
BlackCapPI: Ah, no, sadly I didn't. I was really nervous during my audition. I kept talking about dumb theories…
Shirokuma: aw, well, there's always V3 to look forward to, shuichi-kun.
BlackCapPI: Yeah. If I get chosen, I wonder if I'll actually get to be the SHSL Detective?
Shirokuma: hehe, you're so serious sometimes that i think you'd make a great one!
BlackCapPI: Do you really think so, Tsumugi-san?
Shirokuma: yeah. but you don't really strike me as the hard-boiled, super cool type.
BlackCapPI: Guess not. I'm…a little too skittish for that.
Shirokuma: well don't worry. i'll be rooting for you!
BlackCapPI: Thank you.