Chapter 16: The Death of All Sanity

I slowly woke up in a predicament that was just as uncomfortable as it was unusual: duct taped to Enoshima's wall in a spread eagle position. The tape was covering my mouth, fingers (each taped to the wall individually), wrists, elbows, much of my stomach, knees and ankles, completely immobilizing me. Everything else was completely exposed. She used a fuckton of tape, way more than was probably necessary. The problem was that it worked, and there was no way of me getting out of it. I couldn't even say anything about it due to the tape on my mouth. There wasn't much I could really do except observe the scene. Currently, Enoshima was petting the head of the Imposter, who on all fours and still very much dressed as Komaeda. I use dressed in the loosest way possible, because he was wearing tight latex leggings and absolutely nothing else. They were clearly too small for him, which made looking at his almost naked body even worse. It was definitely more revolting than him when he was dressed as Sayaka, but I didn't feel any desire to throw up. With the tape over my mouth, that would have a disastrous idea.

"You did such a good job! I will reward you with a treat, my beautiful slave." Enoshima said to him. He simply nodded and got up to his knees. Enoshima then looked at me. "You're up early! Thought it would be a few hours later. Not everything is prepared yet, but at least I can explain!" she said, giving a twisted smile. She looked back at the Imposter. "Not yet. After this." she said. He angrily glared at the fashionista, who rolled her eyes and said "Look, my beautiful slave. I'll give you a treat. Is that a good consolation?". He nodded, and she gave him a small tub of yogurt. The fat man opened it and began licking it off his fingers, before accidentally spilling most of it on his face and stomach. It honestly looked like he had just been in the center of a bukkake session. This interaction made me realize that what the Imposter was doing was no longer pretending to be Komaeda. He did it too well, she never caught on, and now he's paying for it. The despair bitch had mind had been destroyed through sex and despair. This pathetic piece of shit who was admittedly admirable in some aspects had turned into a mindless. even more pathetic piece of shit with no redeeming quality. And in a matter of days, I would be the exact same.

She walked towards me. "Actually, before I do that, I have to get this out of the way." she said. She pulled out her phone and began a call. "Hello, this is Taichi Fujisaki, how can I help?" my dad said on the other line of the phone. "Oh my fucking god, it's horrible! I'm Junko Enoshima, one of Chihiro's good friends, and, oh my fucking god, we were out driving and there was a drunk driver! Hit us head on! He's fucking dead! His brains are on the fucking road!" she yelled. Although she said it in the most convincing yet cruel way possible, the look on her face was nothing but happiness and joy. I had never heard anything worse than his cries of terror. Hearing my dad's screams thinking that I was dead was some of the most surreal and horrifying shit I've ever had to witness. Even I had to tear up to this, legitimately. If her plan's worked, I might as well have been dead.

She attempted to console my dad for a little longer, before hanging up. I could only imagine his mental state afterwards, but I didn't want to. She then began to rub my neck and chest. "You look so good on the wall like this, like a despair inducing trophy!" she said. I couldn't believe that the mistakes I had made had led to Enoshima thinking I was a mere trophy. She stopped rubbing and began her monologue. "Now let me tell you, I've always seemed to know you were trouble. Weeks and weeks ago when you and Saionji tortured my friend Tsumiki, and she came back to me with wounds all over her body, in snapped my little heart in half! Of course I didn't know she was into that kinky shit back then, and I had already pestered Saionji enough for being a little bitch to my trusty nurse, so I swore revenge on you only. I saw you running down the halls to get to your car when you went to the strip club, and I decided to follow you, and that's when I found out that you were indeed a boy! My revenge there was knocking you the fuck out! I still have your clothes! Not the money, though, I spent that. I also got my sister to take a picture of you while you were running back to your room! Why Komaeda was being messing with you about it, I don't know. I already told you why I went to the beach trip, and god damn, I loved the sex you provided me. But when you were with that bitch Maizono instead of me? That caused me a lot of despair." I wanted to tell her it was because Maizono had brought me to my room when I had fell unconscious, and stayed by my side until I woke up. My sadness was turning into anger. She could clearly see the anger in my eyes, but didn't care as she continued. "I knew you would be good help to my killing game project, and I was right, until I found out you put code that deleted itself in them! Thankfully, that was fixed before anything drastic happened. But the ultimate despair happened after that, when it turned out the only person who had been impregnated by you was none other than Mukuro Ikusaba! And that's when I decided I had to fucking do something about you!"

How did she know about the code that deleted itself? Actually, that question was probably the least of my worries. Why the fuck would Ikusaba lie about her being the pregnant one? It's not like I was going to tell anyone. Why would she place the blame on Asahina? Why the hell is my life such a fucking mess? I didn't have any time to really think about these, as Ikusaba and Tsumiki had arrived. Ikubasa had the same stern look she always seemed to had, while Tsumiki seemed to be ecstatic. Enoshima laughed one more time and said "They're going to torture you while I make love to my beautiful, beautiful man slave. But before I do, I just want to let you know. You spend your life pretending to be a weak, powerless girl, but you are just as weak and powerless, if not more." At this point I had accepted my fate. As the fashionista went to fuck the Imposter, her sister prepared to strike me with the belt. I braced for impact. But nothing came. Ikusaba ripped the duct tape off of my mouth. "I'm getting you the fuck out of here." she said. "Why did you lie about you being pregnant?" I asked. She sighed. "I didn't." was all she said. She was lying again. What was she doing? I reminded her by saying "When Enoshima came in to the room when you were talking, you were cut off while saying the knocked up one was Asahina." She groaned. "I wasn't cut off saying Asahina, I was cutoff while saying that it was actually me! I am bearing your child!" she yelled. By some ungodly luck, Enoshima didn't hear it. And speaking of ungodly luck...

The door opened to the surprise of everyone. God dammit. The real Nagito Komaeda was back. He still had the blindfold on, and he was struggling to walk. Getting shot in the dick after meditating for several weeks straight really does that to you. Enoshima got up from her bed and looked at the real one, followed by the fake. I could tell she couldn't actually see any differences. "Two manslaves? Perfect." she said. Komaeda walked over to the bed that she and the Imposter were fucking in. Although his eyes weren't visible, I could tell he was disappointed. "You fell for her tricks. The one thing I asked you to, I demanded you to do, was not fall for her despair! And now look at you! You have fallen into a deeper hole of despair than I have ever even dreamed of. But I can salvage you!" he yelled, in the bullshit was he seemed to always do. He put his hand on the Imposter's forehead, and he began to rise from the bed and stand up. He was no longer consumed by despair. It was a miracle. The Imposter looked at his naked self in surprise, and then looked back at Komaeda. "What did you do?" Enoshima asked. The white haired fuck smiled. "I gave you hope."

Maybe his bullshit was real. Actually, that's still probably not true. At this point, Ikusaba and Tsumiki weren't even attempting to free me, they was just looking in awe at this entire mess. But now, Enoshima was pissed at seemingly freeing her precious manslave from his broken state of mind. She now got up from the bed and through a pillow at Komaeda. "Why the hell did you do that? Why would you ruin the despair of your seemingly exact clone? Us three could have had something!" she yelled. I rolled my eyes, for I knew what was coming. It was time for a Komaeda monologue. "I would always spend time with you sisters, but that wasn't because of you, this was because of the lovely Mukuro Ikusaba! On the outside, she was a dark and cruel killing machine, but I could tell on the inside that she was a beacon of hope! She's a soldier, god dammit! What's brings more hope than a soldier? Even if her abilities weren't being used for hope, they could be! I love her, and she hopefully still loves me back. But as days turned into weeks where I spent time with you so I could spend time with you, I felt more despair than I ever have. I hit a low point when I went insane and made fun of Fujisaki for running naked in the halls. So I hired this human mess to pretend to be me, but he has clearly failed. Meanwhile, I meditated for weeks to become one with hope again. But now I am stronger than ever!" he yelled. At this point, Enoshima was fucking fuming. I could practically see smoke coming from her ears. But he wasn't even done yet. "And just before I left on my religious meditation journey, I made love one last time to Ikusaba. Right before I got here, I checked the medical files in Tsumiki's office. I assume this is known, but the files said she is pregnant. She is carrying my child."

Holy fuck. I didn't even know what to say anymore. Could he actually be right? Was it his child and not mine? Was this the shittiest soap opera I've ever seen? I had no fucking idea what to think anymore. Komaeda then pointed at me, still duct taped to the wall, and said "Unhand the futa! He unintentionally helped me with destroying all despair within myself!". That's not what I meant to do, but alright. "I will, but I must do one thing first." Ikusaba said. She then ran to him and they kissed. It was a really long kiss, and it probably would have gone longer if Enoshima hadn't made her move. "Fuck you both!" she yelled. She then pulled out a fucking glock and shot the hope bastard right in the neck. He fell over backwards as Ikusaba screamed for help. Help came in the form of Tsumiki, who quickly deemed that he hadn't been shot anywhere vital. Every single time. Even the Imposter showed concern, even though he likely had no fucking idea what was going on.

There was a knock on the door. As everyone else crowded around the luck fuck, Enoshima answered the door. I couldn't tell who it was immediately due to me being stuck to the wall, but I'd soon learn it was Kirigiri and Nanami. "Nanami has told me that there was something about Mukuro Ikusaba taking part in torturing a reserve course student, is this true?" Kirigiri asked. "I have no fucking idea, and frankly I don't have time for this, so I think it would be nice if you two would, you know, go away?" Enoshima replied. Nanami aggressively pushed her out of the way and her and Kirigiri walked in to see this mess. They were speechless, and I'd be speechless too if I walked in to see some dude you thought was a girl duct taped to a wall while some weird dude with a blindfold and a hole in his neck is on the ground surrounded by a soldier, a nurse, and a naked guy who looks almost the exact same as the blindfolded guy except fatter and without the blindfold. Kirigiri simply examined this abomination of a scene, but Nanami wasn't nearly as excited. I knew that she didn't like Komaeda, but she actually had to restrain herself from making his wounds worse.

Instead she did something much more annoying to me. She walked to the wall I was on and said "That's karma, bitch." To be fair, it kinda was. "Could you get me out of here?" I asked her. She thought about it. "Yes, but we have to play more Smash Bros later on. This time for longer. Okay?" she asked. I agreed and she began to free me from my constraints. Meanwhile, Kirigiri talked to Ikusaba and Tsumiki about the torturing of the reserve course student. I didn't pay attention to what they were saying the whole time, but the soldier really didn't either because she was focused on Komaeda, who seemed to be recovering swiftly. Every single god damn time. "You know, I actually haven't heard about this torturing. That's my sister's business, not mine. But you have me interested!" Enoshima said. "And I have this great and possibly despair inducing idea that would be absolutely perfect for something like this!" I rolled my eyes. I knew about the rules and regulations of the upcoming killing game. I knew exactly what she was talking about.

"We need to organize a class trial!"