A/N: Hello everyone and welcome to the Finale of The End of Hope's Peak Academy!
So, the last chapter is finally upon us, and you all get to witness The End of Hope's Peak Academy at the hands of Class 77 as well as the Reserve Course. Not just that, you all get to see just how they all act as Ultimate Despair, something that the game nor the anime actually shows, other than some snippets at the beginning of Mirai-Hen, but I hope you all like this...
Honestly, I am sad and broken at how this story has ended...I have said this before, but Class 77 for me is the most important class of Hope's Peak Academy, and the one that touched my heart the most. I started this story because I saw some comments hating on Hiyoko...honestly I was sad at this, because she was one of the most interesting characters in the game. I saw people bashing on her, and pairing her up with Mahiru just because she saw her as a big sister. I was also sad that she was killed off in Chapter 3 of Super Danganronpa, just because...I mean you don't even find Hiyoko's murder weapon at all..I just wanted to give her a chance to shine...and that birthed this.
I connected a lot with Daisuke, I mean he's my oc...but he has a lot of my life experiences in him. How he felt out of place in Spain because he was raised in Japan, how he almost died after slitting his wrists, and how he acts toward suicide in general..those are things that I myself dealt with, and the best way for me to share that is through him...sure he is from Spain and sometimes its awkward when he speaks Spanish because I'm from Puerto Rico and we speak a different dialect...but that's beside the point.
I wanted him to make an impact in the overall story, sort of like Yuno did in The School Life of Mutual Killing. I honestly look at that story and find it lackluster to this one...Yuno/Hisashi is a good character, but he isn't like Daisuke...then again we don't see how he acts normally in that story at all, since they're in a different setting, instead of a normal school...all I can say is, that it's gonna be interesting to return to these characters during the School Trip of Mutual Killing...because that's when it gets more tragic for them.
Chiaki's death is something that I hate talking about...she died twice in this series, but her first death is the most impactful to me. It was horrible having to twist that knife deeper and deeper as I wrote that. The names on the spears was a last minute thing. She loved her class, and would die for them, evidenced by each and everyone of their names on each one. Daisuke's piercing her heart references the betrayal he commit against her and his class by listening to Junko and turning 267 Reserve Course normies into puppets. It was extremely hard and I found myself crying when i reread that...and I made one of my readers cry too, and for that I am sorry.
But sadly she is deceased and will not be coming back...so Daisuke has to keep his class together, even in despair...and he will do just that.
So, with this speech, I leave you with the final chapter of The End of Hope's Peak Academy...I am going to be posting Chapter 1 of Chronicles of Hope within an hour so I can let all of you digest this chapter and get ready to see what the Ultimate Despairs are doing...I assure you, the end of this chapter is really really powerful and rather gory, but of course you've been through the massacre of Class 76B so you should all be ready...get tissues ready if you need them, trust me you will.
The Song used during this chapter is called MNSTR by Crown the Empire, I suggest you listen to this song and read along to it, as it will make a bigger impact when you do...it's just my preference...so once again everyone, thank you for helping me make this story the best it could be, and for joining me on this Train ride to hell...I truly do appreciate it...
The End of Hope's Peak Academy
Zetsubou-Hen
Chapter 46
The End of the Beginning
Kyosuke Munakata sat back in his seat, a firm look on his face as he pressed his phone to his ear. It had been a call from the Board of Trustees, the ones that ran Hope's Peak Academy. The firm voice on the other line had said a lot of things revolving around the school, but overall it only pointed to one thing. He listened to the man with bated breath, as he continued speaking.
"Due to this, Hope's Peak Academy will cease functioning as an official school. This tragedy is too big for us to hide, the government has stepped in. The over seas expansion is also canceled."
"Canceled? This is the first I'm hearing of this!"
"I'm afraid the matter is non-negotiable." he said, ending the call. The white haired man looked at his phone, watching the time stamp blinking rapidly.
"Damn, has the enemy infiltrated upper management?" he muttered to himself. He heard the door open and looked up, turning to face Juzo who had just entered the room. He placed his blazer on the back of a chair, allowing it to dry up a bit.
"Learn anything useful?" he asked. Juzo remained silent, making the man narrow his eyes.
"Something wrong?"
"No...nothing's wrong...Junko Enoshima...she's innocent. There's a lot of circumstantial evidence, but he has a rock solid alibi...she's not our gal." Juzo said. This made Kyosuke a little weary...however he knew Juzo was a good sleuth, almost as good as Chisa...he sighed, leaning back in his chair.
"Really? She's been my favorite suspect since the word go. Shit...then who is it? We've run out of suspects." he muttered dryly.
"So you regret putting me on the case or what?" Juzo asked. Kyosuke shook his head.
"Of course not, if that was your finding, then it's alright with me." he said, a small smile on his face.
Juzo excused himself, heading toward the bathroom. He closed the door, and started slamming his fists into the wall, his knuckles bleeding from the force.
"Damn it, stupid conniving bitch! When this is over, that bitch is dead!" he shouted in his head, as he continued to pound his fists against the wall.
Meanwhile back at the office, Kyosuke looked out the window, a firm look on his face. Junko Enoshima was innocent, and he had no other suspects. Who else could it be? These thoughts were interrupted when the door opened, and Chisa strolled into the room. She ran to his side, practically falling on her knees.
"Oh Kyosuke...I'm so sorry...I would have been here sooner but I was sidetracked. I thought you were killed!" she said.
"No...it's alright."
"Really, I truly am sorry."
"It's fine...but be honest with me...is Junko Enoshima truly innocent, Juzo said it was all circumstantial, is that true?" he asked curiously. She reached into her pocket, searching through her small book, coming to a page with no writing on it. She smiled, nodding her head.
"Yup, that jives with what I got...she's squeaky clean!"
"What's the matter? Is something wrong?" She asked curiously.
"No...it's just...I thought she was the suspect behind all this." he said. The woman hugged him tightly, a smirk on her face.
xxx
"Haha! Tonight is the End of Hope's Peak Academy!" Junko cried happily.
"You seem happy? And of course, why wouldn't you be? You're plan has come to fruition." Izuru said, clutching Chiaki's pin in his hand.
"Well of course I'm happy, and this is where everything will go down!" she cried, opening the curtains, looking down at the campus of the academy of hope.
All around, Reserve Course students were running around. Some had pick axes, and were destroying the fountains, while others were breaking windows.
"Can you hear it? A mighty wind has blown by, are you ready to knock it down? With mighty despair?" she asked, giving the boy a grin, the window behind her literally exploding.
She reached into her pocket, pulling out her cellphone. With a few key strokes, she had sent the video she had just made out to everyone in the Reserve Course. She watched with glee as they all stared at their phones, the crimson red light of despair, pulling them deeply into a world of darkness.
xxx
Class 77 was once again in their classroom, everyone sitting in their seats, smiles on their faces. Someone had placed a vase filled with flowers on Chiaki's desk, a sentiment for their fallen class rep. Chisa Yukizome stood at the front of the class, watching her students with a smile on her face.
"We've been through so much together haven't we? Oh, I'm trying my hardest not to cry!"
"Aw come on teach, you don't have to cry for us!" Kazuichi said.
"Come on, have you ever heard of being tact?" Takane snapped, causing her boyfriend to frown at her.
"No no, he's right...I can't break down on you now. Today is special though, so I've written you all a letter!" she said excitedly, pulling her book from her pocket. She flipped toward the end of it, a smile on her face.
"Great, I bet it's lame!" Fuyuhiko said.
"It might be, but for all intents and purposes, this is goodbye!" she said cheerfully. From the nearby building, Junko watched on, binoculars pressed against her face.
"They'll act for despair, their story has come to its conclusion." Izuru said.
"Ha, imagine this gaggle of losers going through despair. Imagine the world's crème de la crème turning sour, it will be amazing. They have become my poisoned proxies, ready to be unleashed. Ready to spread despair like a virus, ready to infect everything!" Junko cried happily.
"A virus?" Mukuro asked curiously. Junko growled, turning to face her sister.
"God, it's a metaphor, it isn't so hard to understand you dumbass."
"No no, I we just haven't had this talk." she said. Junko threw her binoculars at her, striking her in the head. The Ultimate Soldier fell to the ground, her face falling into a puddle.
"Whore, why do you have to interrupt my super villain monologue?" she said.
"I'm sorry, please forgive me sister dearest!" Mukuro cried, as Junko continued grinding her heel into her back.
"This school is a scared beacon of hope...a sun that is always shining in the darkness...when it goes out, the world goes out." She continued, earning a smirk from Izuru.
"Despair in mimetic waves." he said.
"Bingo! Everything is a virus, the food we eat, the shows we watch, the fashion we like, anime, books, manga, movies, social media hash-tags, all of it."
"Ideas, philosophy, art, culture...they all die by the means."
"Exactly, and your classmates are going to be the ones to start this fashion trend! They're gonna make despair the next big thing! Imagine, the world ending with one final trend, the trend to end all trends, beautiful delicious despair! It's going to be like a wonderful plague!"
Down below, the Reserve Course students started to kill the security guards, finally getting access to the main course. Junko watched gleefully as they poured into the Main Course in waves, all running toward the New School Building. The sounds of windows breaking filled their ears, followed by the pained screams of the Ultimate Students, as the all started being killed.
"Pity, the 79th class left before everything went down, 78B is in the other building, and my little proxies are ready to go...it won't be long until every Ultimate student dies, and when that does...this world will end." Junko said, a smirk on her face.
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"What the hell is going on?" Haley cried, eyes widening when she saw bodies flying down below.
"I dunno, but something's coming up the steps!" Ryoutaro cried, racing into the room, followed by Ozzy of Class 76A. He shut the door behind himself, locking it for good measure. He placed a bag on the desk, grabbing a gun from inside. He tossed it to Oliver, who looked it oddly.
"What the hell...is this a real gun?" he asked.
"Yes, I'm sure you know how to use it, right?" he asked, quickly assembling a rifle for himself. Rika opened the filing shelf behind her, pulling out a black case. She placed it on the desk and opened it, pulling out her rifle from within. She grabbed her fanny pack, preloaded with ammunition and placed it around her waist, snapping it tightly on. She grabbed a magazine, slamming it into the receiver.
"So, this is the war we've been thrust in?" she asked, pulling the slide back.
"Yes, brainwashed Reserve Course students...I saw them watching some video, and they're killing Ultimate students. Half of my class is dead." he said, handing one of the guns to Ryoutaro, who gulped when he looked at it.
"What are you talking about? They're just killing for the hell of it?" Carly cried, taking the gun the man handed her.
"Indeed, Class 78 is nowhere to be found, and I got a message from my friend Zeke telling me that Class 79 was gone...I think Class 77B is still on campus somewhere, but I don't know where." he said, handing off another gun.
The room's walls shattered, one Reserve Course student bursting into the room. He let out a howl as he lifted a pick axe over his head, slamming it right into Mike's head, he was killed instantly. Rika let out a scream, unloading her entire magazine into the boy. She quickly replaced it, unsheathing the bayonet she had attached to the end of the barrel.
"Toshiro, I'm scared!" Aquamarine cried. He shook his head, cocking his shotgun.
"I'm not letting you die...I'll kill all of those fuckers dead!" he cried.
"No, you all go, there's too many of them...I'll hold them back!" Chizu said, loading his machine gun with ammunition.
"No big man, you got a kid, you need to get out of here!" Rika cried out. Another girl burst into the room, and he quickly grabbed her, snapping her neck instantly.
"I'm the Ultimate Bartender goddamn it, but I can be a bouncer too...so come at me you fucks!" he shouted, racing into the hallway. He let out a scream as he started mowing down the Reserve Course students. Ryoutaro grabbed a hold of Emma's hand, the young artist looking terrified.
"Let's go...he's giving us a chance to live...let's not waste it!"
"But...he's our friend...we can't leave him!" she cried. They all heard a scream and looked behind them, seeing a knife sticking right out of Carly's neck, she tripped over a desk, falling back into the window, which shattered on impact. The brunette fell out, a loud crunching noise filling their ears.
"We need to go now, me and Chizu will hold them off, you guys take off...there's an escape tunnel on near the East Plaza, that will take you into the sewers, you'll be safe there, hurry!" Ozzy cried. The remaining students of Class 77A said their goodbyes to the Ultimate Gunner, watching as he joined the fray, mowing down their enemies.
xxx
"So, are you gonna read that letter or what? Unless you want the Ultimate Story Teller to read it for you!" Daisuke said cheerfully, earning a giggle from Chisa.
"Nope, this is my letter and I will read it to all of you. Well, here goes.." she said, opening to the pages she had written. She took a deep breath, her eyes firmly on her class.
"As we all arrive at the final moments of our school life together, it makes me remember all of the good times we've had. No matter where you all go in this world, what you become, or what you do in life, always remember. Friendship is a magical thing, it can turn even the most anti-social person into a wonderful human being. You all have shown me so many great things, and made so many memories in this school. So now that we arrive at our graduation, all I've got to say is, don't lose sight of each other. Remain together, and always remember the good times we've all had. I love all of you dearly, my precious students...congratulations on graduating! I hope we all see each other again soon! Love, you're homeroom teacher, Chisa Yukizome."
She glanced up at the sixteen students before her, the smile on her face only widening. It wasn't long before they all started clapping and cheering loudly. The sounds of glass breaking and screaming could be heard echoing through the walls. Fire was running rampant through the halls of Hope's Peak Academy, along with the blood of its Ultimate students. The skies, once blue with the light of hope, were now crimson with the skies of despair. Smoke was billowing into the skies, as despair was spreading outside of the academy and into the city below.
"I can't believe we've all finally graduated! It's a dream come true!" Takane said, a smile on her face, her eyes much like the rest of the class were swirling with despair.
"We can all finally begin sharing our talents with the world!" Mahiru cried out, clutching her camera tightly in her hands.
"Indeed, I shall show my country everything I have learned in Japan!" Sonia added.
"I'll teach the world how beautiful my traditional dances truly are!" Hiyoko cried.
"I can be who I truly want to be!" Impostor cried, hugging his bucket of chicken.
"I'm going to share my talents with the world. Nutritional food will be my priority for everyone on this planet!" Teruteru cried, hugging a pile of potato chip bags.
"I'm going to build eco-friendly machines. I want to clean this world of it's pollution! I hope you'll be there to help my sweetie!" Kazuichi said, earning a nod from Takane.
"I'll follow you to the ends of the world, my handsome mechanic!" she said, causing the boy to blush.
"You all know the plan correct?" Chisa asked curiously, earning groans from her students.
"Of course, you don't have to keep reminding us Miss!" Hiyoko said firmly.
"If Hope's Peak plans to survive the night, then Despairs can't be on the team!" Nekumaru added, arms crossed over his chest.
"Hmm...what about you Daisuke, why are you so silent?" Hiyoko asked curiously, looking at her fiancee. He glanced out the window, looking toward the other building. Junko Enoshima was standing at the edge, giving him a bright grin and a wave. He stood up from his seat, clutching his bag tightly.
"I'm going to make sure this world learns about my talent. This is a story that must be shared with every person that breathes. But my main mission, will be to share the story of Junko Enoshima, and how I will disembowel her, and tear her limb from limb." he said firmly.
The swirling in his eyes finally disappeared, and with a blink, a bright crimson had overtaken his normally cerulean colored eyes. Looking around the room, he noticed everyone's eyes were the same.
"Now then, officially you will all have perished here due to the invasion. That way you'll be taken of the academy's watch list...so go on, and share your talents with the world!" Chisa said happily. Daisuke smiled, taking a hold of Hiyoko and Sonia's hands, giving them both a loving look.
"We've finally reached the end of this story, it's time for us to start writing the sequel...thank you Miss Yukizome, for finding us...and for teaching us what it means to truly become friends!" he said. She smiled, withdrawing a remote from her bra.
"See you soon class, I wish you the best of luck!" she said, pressing the button. The entire room exploded, fire and smoke billowing from the windows. Class 77B took their chance, racing out of the room, using the confusion to get out unharmed.
xxx
"A woman of your word I see." Izuru said, watching as the new school building was set ablaze. Explosions rocked the entire structure, the buildings beside it falling in a plume of dust and debris.
"So, why did you want me to erase their memories of you?" Junko asked curiously, glancing up at the long haired teen. He didn't bother looking at her, rather his focus was on the now destroyed 77th class's homeroom.
"I will meet them again, and in the not so distant future. When that happens, any knowledge of them will render them predictable. Ergo boring, so I'll be deleting my memories of them as well."
"Seriously?" she asked.
"Indeed, I must know which of them is stronger. Hope or Despair? Which of them will be the next undiscovered country? It's possible that simple sentiment will out live your work and spare them, in which case hope is the true wild card. Despite what you might think, anarchy might be another type of order." he said. Junko sighed, placing a hand on her face.
"Yeah whateves, how many pages are we gonna waste with my philosophy? Hope is harmony and friendship and shit, and despair is the unknown. So despair is where it's at."
Izuru turned around, heading toward the exit, his hand clutched tightly on Chiaki's hair pin. He closed his eyes as he walked, fearing that emotion he had felt hours before. He didn't want the Queen of Despair to see him in that state, so he would remove himself before she did.
"Come on, where are you going? At least have the goddamn common courtesy to argue your point. Come on, hit me with something out of left field!" she cried.
"May we meet again." he said simply, disappearing through the door.
"Hmm, it's a date big guy...I wish I could quit you, but you are just too useful!"
xxx
Koichi sighed as he pulled his flask away from his lips, leaning back against a table. They had been using them to block the doors, preventing anyone from entering the office. Jin stood by the window staring out at the world below. Everywhere he looked, Reserve Course students were killing Ultimates. Not just them, but anyone associated with the Hope's Peak faculty. He had seen literally all of his staff reduced to nothing but piles of bodies outside of each school building. Class 76A had run away, or rather he had seen four girls from said class running away. Class 77A was nowhere to be found, and he had seen the explosion that had come from 77B's homeroom. He just didn't know what to do anymore. The Scout of the academy chuckled, glancing up from his flask.
"Funny how it all goes to shit so fast...everyone but the 78th and 79th classes is gone." He said.
"What of the outside, beyond the gates?" Kazuo asked, earning a frown from Koichi.
"It's total chaos...it's spreading everywhere. The city is...it's...I dunno if we'll survive this." he said, staring at the news feed on his phone.
"It all feels so coordinated, as if...someone is pulling the strings." Jin said.
"Is that a joke? Do you really think someone devised all of this shit?" Koichi asked curiously.
"I'm not sure, but this doesn't look like something normal folks would do." he said.
"What are you trying to insinuate?" Kazuo asked.
"My apologies...I was trying to channel my daughter's detective skills." he said, glancing away from the man. Kazuo chuckled, facing the back wall, a frown on his face.
"I had forgotten your little girl was the Ultimate Detective...surely she has an answer to all of this." he said.
"We were already working on it behind the scenes, but the Trustees were too damn guarded. It can't be a coincidence that Izuru Kamukura was seen on that video...but I digress, that isn't the matter now." Jin said firmly.
"If it's all the same to you gentlemen, I would rather focus on the present, I think an escape is in order."
"I agree with Kazuo, the two of you should leave." Jin said, standing up from where he was sitting. Koichi did the same, a frown on his face.
"What the hell man, what will you do?" he asked.
"A Headmaster has to do his best for his students. I will take the Old School Building and turn it into a shelter. Hope's Peak will become a safe house, for any and all students that wish to stay. My son is already focusing on gathering materials." he said firmly.
"And the students?" Kazuo asked curiously. He sighed, glancing at the window.
"They've given unanimous consent...they are cleaning up as we speak and gathering all of the supplies they can. Thankfully, the main course building only has one entrance and it is easily guarded with weapons." he said.
"I see." he replied.
"The hope of this generation must be protected. If the world is to be given a second chance, the kids are it. That's the purpose of this institution, isn't it?" he asked, earning a chuckle from the Ex-Headmaster of the Academy.
"Isn't it ironic? Only when the world is falling apart and we're on our knees, do we realize what we should have been fighting for. Carry on as you see fit, as of this moment I leave the school and its operation to you."
"Thank you." Jin replied, earning a nod from the man.
"Protect and nurture hope from the inside, I will continue to do everything I can from outside. And where will you stand in all this Kizakura?"
"Ugh...it's better if I take my chances outside too. It's not my style to come between a father and his kids. I'm sure gonna miss those scary looks from you though." he said jokingly.
"Listen, if the shelter plan goes awry..."
"Hey, don't get all morbid on me. I already know what you are gonna say, I promise to protect your kids with my life...so stay calm kay?" the man said, handing his friend his flask. He took a gulp from it, giving him a nod.
xxx
"Jesus Christ, this is all over the place." Hisashi muttered.
He floored the gas pedal, tightening his grasp on the steering wheel. Kotoko was sitting beside him, all of her things in her lap. She had been crying, hugging one of her plushies tightly in her hands. Everywhere he looked he saw people killing each other, kids killing their parents, teenagers running for their lives. He had seen so many academy students getting brutally murdered, it was just making everything worse.
"Big brother...what's going on? I wanna see my mommy!" she cried. He grit his teeth, jerking the wheel to the side to avoid crashing into a truck. Although he was sitting inside an 18 wheeler filled to the brim with iron plates, tools, food and various other things.
"I know sweetheart, I wanna see mommy too...but she's gone...she was murdered by Reserve Course students this morning. There's nothing we can do!" he said, causing the girl to burst into tears.
He knew he could had sugar coated it, but the way the world was falling apart...he didn't feel the need to do so. Hope was rapidly dwindling, all of it becoming despair. The skies were crimson, and fires raged throughout Tokyo...not just Tokyo...but the entire world.
He floored it when he saw the academy, slamming into a few Reserve Course students who were running at him. He didn't care anymore, they were the cause of all of this. He slammed into the gates, knocking them right off their hinges. He continued driving, slamming the brakes just outside of the main course building's door. He quickly hit the reverse, and slammed the trailer into the doors, blocking most of the entrance. He jumped out of the truck, racing around to get Kotoko from within.
"Big brother, what are we doing at Hope's Peak?" she asked.
"We're turning it into a shelter...Class 77 and 78 are going to be with us. The other classes...they're all gone okay? We can't waste time." he said, grabbing a hold of all of her clothes and things.
He didn't know exactly when she would be getting new stuff, or if there would be new stuff to get. The little girl tripped on her own feet, falling to the ground, just as an explosion rocked the entire campus. Hisashi picked her up, grabbing her suitcase as well. He ducked underneath the truck, appearing in the entrance hall.
"Go find daddy okay? He should be in his office." Hisashi said, earning a nod from the little girl, who raced past Mondo and Sakura.
"Yo, what the hell is all the racket for? What's with the truck?" the Ultimate Biker asked. Hisashi jumped onto the edge of it, throwing the hatch off, lifting the door open.
Inside were stacks upon stacks of iron plates, thick screws and nuts. There were wrenches inside as well as welding tools and various pallets of food, even though the cafeteria was stocked for the next three years.
"This truck holds everything we'll need to seal up the school. We can't have the Ultimate Despairs getting inside and killing us too. This is all part of my father's plan. Is class 77 around? I think we might need their help." he said.
"Hisashi...I have some bad news...it seems Class 77B...they didn't make it." Sakura said firmly. His eyes widened in shock. He looked down and the floor, holding back his tears.
"I see...no need to worry then. Let's start sealing this place up then...is the rest of the 78th class here then?"
"With some guys from your class, Nick and Bryce...they're willing to help us." Mondo said.
"Excellent, I may think Bryce is a total douche, but his architectural expertise will definitely be of some help." he said firmly.
"We'll get started with the front windows." Sakura said climbing onto the truck. She effortlessly lifted up a stack of iron plates, screws and bolts, walking into the academy. Mondo did the same, struggling a bit but clearly not showing it.
"Goddamn Ultimate Despair...when this is over, I'm going to find and kill each and every one of you." Hisashi muttered angrily, glaring out the window.
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"Well, I think they've done a wonderful job, wouldn't you say sis?" Junko asked, her eyes scanning the New School Building. She had been watching with glee as they destroyed the academy they all admired.
"I think so...but what will you do?" Mukuro asked. Junko shrugged.
"I'll give them a final hurrah." she said, pulling out her cellphone, she rapidly typed up a message.
"Good job, way to go, you've done wonderfully." she said, sending the message, along with an attached video file.
She watched as all of the Reserve Course students checked their messages. They all watched the attached video file, their focus solely on their screens. They all dropped their phones, walking toward the nearest window. Without a second thought, they all jumped to their deaths. Loud pops filled the area, as the blood of the Reserve Course students ran throughout the entire academy.
Koichi and Kazuo made it out of the academy proper, stopping in front of the main plaza. They both looked toward the New School Building, watching in horror as all of the students kept jumping outside.
"Why are they doing this?" Kazuo cried, his eyes widened in shock.
"I don't recommend wrapping your head around it. You stare into the abyss, and it stares right back." Koichi muttered dryly.
He turned away, running off in the opposite direction. Students raced past the two men, running straight into the flaming buildings. They stabbed each other, cut their limbs off and even drowned themselves in the large fountains around the academy. He almost let out a howl of anger as he saw one teen slamming a sledge hammer on the head of an Ultimate student, one who he had scouted years ago.
"I'm gonna get to the bottom of this, and when I do, the one responsible will pay." He muttered angrily.
"Sure they were trash." Junko said, looking down at all of the fresh corpses that now littered the courtyard. She grinned, hugging herself tightly.
"But you don't see that many people kill themselves at the same time and feel nothing!"
"Yes but...why did you have them kill themselves? They could have been useful." Mukuro said.
"Yeah, they could have...and it would have been fun to reform them in my image..but they've outlived their usefulness. Well...at least half of them, I think this academy needs its students to spread despair as well. My proxies need foot soldiers after all." she said gleefully.
"I suppose that's true...it makes sense."
"You know...they say blood is thicker than water...but that's just a tip for me to keep my knife clean!" she said, flicking her switch blade between her fingers.
"Y-yeah...I agree!"
Junko stood up, jumping off the edge of the building, landing where her sister was standing. She shoved her cellphone into her pocket, making sure to keep it hidden.
"Well, It's time we be off. Class is about to start, don't wanna be late!"
They both headed back downstairs, entering the main course building. They quickly headed down to the first floor, acting like they had been hiding in the bathrooms the entire time. The headmaster explained everything that had been going on, handing them wrenches so they could start mounting the plates onto the windows.
"Are you sure this will keep them out?" Hina asked, earning a nod from Hisashi.
"I'm sure...this iron is three inches thick, and we're double stacking them from the outside. No way in hell they'll get in." The Ultimate Private Investigator replied.
"Still, it is rather bothersome that we've been reduced to sitting ducks." Celeste said, sipping her tea.
"Yeah, it is a shame...I had so many things I wanted to do on the outside...but I would rather stay here. As long as I'm with my fiancee, and my sister is safe...everything will be fine." he said, wrapping his arm around Sayaka's waist.
"I still can't believe it man, Class 77B is dead...all of our friends." Leon said, pulling his wrench away from the bolt he had been tightening. Ishimaru frowned, grabbing another Iron plate, moving toward the next window.
"It is a shame that our classmates have perished, but we shall live on, and make sure their memories aren't forgotten!" he said.
"That is very welcome in a school environment!" Nick said, earning a chuckle from the boy.
"Everything is working sis, just like you planned." Mukuro said softly.
"Yes, but the best laid plans of mice and men often go awry." the fashionista muttered. She quickly turned around, throwing her wrench right at Makoto. He slipped on a piece of paper, falling to the ground rather hard, just in time to avoid the wrench flying toward his head.
"Whoa, Makoto are you alright?" Hisashi asked. Sayaka knelt down, holding her hand out for him.
"Yeah, that was close...I'm sorry about that!" Junko replied.
"No worries Junko, it was an accident." he said, taking a hold of Sayaka's hand, the girl pulling him to his feet.
"You have to be more careful, I don't think medicine will be easy to come by now." the Ultimate Pop Sensation said.
"Let's go to the Nurse's office...I just want to check on our supplies, just in case." Hisashi said, taking a hold of Sayaka's hand. They walked away, all three of them chatting amiably.
"Makoto Naegi, the proverbial fly in the ointment." Junko muttered darkly.
"Why worry about him? He's a total loser!" Mukuro cried, reaching up for the wrench.
"Yes, but he's got luck...and it isn't anything like Komaeda's...his luck comes and goes." she said.
"So, should I take care of him?"
"Absolutely not! Even the slightest chance of my plan failing will give me so much despair. He lives...but..I think we need to do something about Hisashi...he may unravel everything faster than we wish." she said.
"So...we just wipe his memories."
"No...I got a plan just for him...I'm going to need the files for class 79...I think I'll give his mind a completely new personality...something at random...something unpredictable...so that I can pit it against my despair!" she said cheerfully.
xxx
Chisa groaned as she stood up, clutching her head in pain. She looked around seeing her classroom was completely destroyed. Fire ravaged what was left, all of the desks were destroyed and the windows were broken, the frames twisted outward from the explosion. She smiled warmly, looking at the bracelet still around her wrist.
"Good luck students, I'm sure you'll accomplish great things." she said softly.
"Chisa!"
The girl's head snapped toward the door. There was her beloved, Kyosuke Munakata. She started sobbing, covering her face with her hands as he stepped into the room, avoiding the fire around them.
"My students...they're all dead." she said. The man sighed, clenching his eyes shut.
"I was too late...we've got to get out of here." he said. She nodded, taking a hold of his hand. As she did however, she dropped her notebook. She let out a cry, reaching for it, only for her to stop.
"You don't need it?" Kyosuke asked, earning a no from the girl.
"Nothing I can't live without." she said, leaving the room in a hurry.
Ever so slightly, the back door of the room opened, and a single student walked out, one that hadn't been with his class when they left. Daisuke Del Rio walked toward the front of the room, seeing Chisa's notebook, her most precious possession laying on the ground. He knelt down and picked it up, just in time to salvage the pictures that were about to get burned. He turned to the first page, seeing the picture they had all taken during the Christmas season. Sixteen faces were staring back at him, all happy and filled with hope. He let out a laugh, placing the book into his messenger bag.
"Oh, I may have fallen to despair, but that doesn't mean I won't take the reigns. It's my duty as the Vice Representative after all." he said, letting out a chuckle.
He walked down the halls of the academy, ignoring all of the dangers. Fires blazed around him, blood literally boiled on the ground. Still he walked, the hands of surviving Reserve Course students reaching for him. He stopped every few seconds, stomping on their heads until they were all dead. He felt glee as their blood smeared over his favorite boots. It was their fault that he was like this, their fault that Junko Enoshima had made them into her puppets. Oh he knew, he knew that he was brainwashed, but in order for him to get his revenge, he would act in the name of despair, and make sure his class did the same.
He made it outside, spotting his friends not far from where he was. He joined them a second later, standing next to Hiyoko and Sonia. They all shared the same smile, both girls kissing him on the cheek.
Looking around, the world that he had once come to know was definitely gone. The skies were a blood red, the smoke clouds climbed higher and higher, and the ground cracked. It was as if the world itself was starting to grow mad. He looked at my friends, all sixteen of them were standing in front of what remained of New Hope's Peak Academy, the bodies of the Reserve Course students littered the area. He couldn't help but grin, his crimson eyes glanced at one of the moving bodies, which was twitching on the ground. He smirked, walking over to it.
"Sweetheart, get away from that disgusting pig!" Hiyoko cried out, glancing at me. He chuckled, a smirk making its way onto his face.
"What are you talking about babe? I just want to give myself an extra dose of despair, after all...this is gonna be a great story to tell, and who better to tell it than the Ultimate Story Teller?" he asked, slamming his boot onto his face. His skull caved under the weight of my boot, blood and brain matter literally exploded everywhere, covering his pant leg in a viscous pink liquid.
"Well said Daisuke, you know...there are few people you wanted to take care of, If you'd like you can borrow my services." Peko said. He chuckled, tilting his head, a grin splitting his face.
"The fuck do I need you for? You aren't anything but a useless tool...now go fulfill your mission, make sure everyone in the Prime Minister's Diet is taken care of. And if I see you anywhere near here, I will personally rip you a new one!" He shouted.
Peko nodded and raced off, Fuyuhiko following after her. He grabbed the gun that he had stolen from one of the Hope's Peak Security guards, licking the side of the barrel with glee. His other friends looked at him, similar smiles on their faces, crimson eyes boring into his own.
"We are gonna have so much fun. This story isn't over yet, it's merely beginning, and it's gonna be despairingly delicious!" he exclaimed, breaking into a laugh as he headed out of the campus. Hope's Peak Academy was dead, and so were the ones who wronged him.
xxx
"Erika, we can't stick around much longer, get in the damn truck!" Tsubaki snapped, taking a hold of the girl's hand.
"I can't! I have to find my brother...I have to let him know that...our moms are..."
"Listen, I know you want to be with him, but if you don't leave now, you will die. That will destroy him more than you abandoning him. Besides, there's a higher chance that he's been killed." the Ultimate Fanfiction Shipper said.
"What are you talking about? My brother can't be dead!" she screamed angrily. Tsubaki growled, slapping the girl across her face. She grabbed her shoulders tightly, shaking her a bit.
"He's still in the academy, those robotic bear things just showed up out of nowhere. I saw my brother killing Reserve Course students, a look of glee on his face, before one of those things killed him. We are not safe here, so let us not stick around!" she said, shoving the girl into the back of the truck. She let out a groan, clutching her head, eyes widening.
"Wait...he's right there...Daisuke!" she cried out, grabbing her brother's attention.
Tsubaki looked on, as the Ultimate Story Teller was slowly approaching them. Instead of the usual warm smile she had come to know, there was another one on his face. It was a look of despair...his crimson eyes were staring back at them, filling them with fear. Another student that had survived everything ran past him, only for him to shoot her right in the head, her body toppling over like a sack of potatoes. Tsubaki grabbed the iron chain, rapidly closing the door.
"What are you doing? We can't leave him!" Erika cried.
"That's not your brother anymore! That's an Ultimate Despair now...he's fallen to deep into it...we can't stick around much longer! Zeke, Oliver let's go!" she cried. The engine roared to life, the truck speeding out of the academy. Erika could only cry in anger and anguish as she was forced to leave her brother behind.
xxx(Three Weeks Later)
It had been a couple of weeks since the world went to shit. It had been obvious that the Ultimate students of Hope's Peak Academy were behind it. Mostly because she had seen them. They had all split up during that first day, and had been wrecking havoc across the world. She had heard about the Ultimate Princess, destroying her own country and killing her parents in public, the Ultimate Photographer taking pictures of it all.
The Ultimate Gangster and the Ultimate Swordswoman had teamed up to topple the government, leaving the country in the rule of anarchy. The Ultimate Lucky Student had been using his luck to take down every organization around the planet, the first being the Togami Conglomerate. The Ultimate Gymnast was beating people to death, along with the Ultimate Team Manager, both using their skills to spread despair across the world. The Ultimate Traditional Dancer and the Ultimate Musician had teamed up, spreading their dances and music all throughout the planet, forcing people to kill themselves just from a single glance.
But the one who had been calling the shots, planning everything and making sure it went smoothly was the Ultimate Story Teller himself. He would go to survivor camps, and pretend he was an injured person. Once he was let in, the sneer on his face became apparent. He would read his twisted book to the people, turning them into his mindless puppets. She had seen survivor camps tearing each other apart, all while he stood by, watching it all go down.
For Sylvia, the world had ended the moment she stepped into his line of sight. It was something that she would regret for the end of her days. She groaned as she woke up, finding herself strapped to a chair. She looked around, seeing that she was actually in a police station. She remembered, having come here when she heard the police had made a camp and were well armed. Gunshots filled the room, making her scream. The lights above her flicked on and off, foot steps filling the room. She opened her eyes, in time to see the glowing crimson eyes of the Ultimate Despair.
"So glad you're awake dear, wouldn't want you to be asleep for the festivities."
"D-Daisuke?" she asked, earning a chuckle from the boy as he stepped into the light.
It hadn't been long, but the boy had definitely changed. His hair was mattered, his face covered with cuts. He had blood smeared on his leather vest, the uniform of the academy still clinging onto his body. His messenger bag was also coated with dried blood. If it bothered him, he didn't show it. He stopped before the girl, tracing his finger over her jawline.
"How is it that you've avoided my sight for so long? It's only been three weeks or so...are you enjoying it? The seeds of despair that we're sowing for the world?" he asked.
"This isn't like you...what happened, you were fine the last time I saw you, but now...you turned into this!" she snapped.
"Ah, a simple change of character for little old me. I'm sick of stories that end in happy endings. In this story, everyone is going to feel a massive dose of despair, men, women, children...everyone will feel the feeling that we felt. The feeling that we felt when she ripped her out of our lives." he grit, clenching his hand tightly.
Sylvia noticed the necklace around his neck for the first time. The charm was a glossy eight bit spaceship, one that looked like the ship from the game Gala Omega. She remembered, seeing that same spaceship on one of his friends. She suddenly understood what had turned him so violent.
"It was her right? Chiaki Nanami was killed, and you and your class were forced to watch it. That's what turned you into Despair!" she said.
"Hehe, it seems you've read the summary then? That is true...Chiaki Nanami was killed before us. But we didn't change, rather..we were liberated. Now we can do what we want...I'm spreading my wonderful stories around the world, no need to publish them. The people seem to be loving them, they love them so much the end up killing themselves!" he said gleefully.
She swallowed hard, not exactly knowing how to react. The boy before her was so much different than the one she had met. He used to be her best friend, the person that she couldn't live with out. And she didn't learn to appreciate him when she had the chance. All because of Ryusuke Fuji, she had listened to him blindly, and had caused him so much despair. All of it had rooted deeply in his psyche, and now that he had turned to it, she was scared for her own life. The boy tilted his head, a curious look in his crimson eyes.
"Something wrong sweetie? You look scared." he said.
"Something is wrong...and it's the way your acting. I wanted to find you, I should have found you before all of this...Daisuke, I'm sorry. I was such a bitch to you...all because your father forced me to do it. I shouldn't have done those things. I shouldn't have driven you to almost suicide, I shouldn't have caused you despair! I'm sorry." she said.
"Hmm...this wasn't in the rough draft...oh, you think apologizing to me will erase what you've done in the past. Sweetheart I remember everything, even before falling to despair! I know what you did to me, and what he has done to me." he said.
"Um...okay." she said.
"I just want you to know something, I am the ghost in the shadows, I am the fear of the dark, I am the murderer of apathy, an angel that's fallen, I am the psycho the sinner, I am what you can't escape, I am the splinter underneath your skin, I am a monster!" he sung gleefully, drawing a knife from his pocket.
"Please, you don't have to do this!" she cried, as he walked toward her. He sliced the zip ties holding her in place, giving her a smirk as he shoved the knife into her hand.
"Of course I won't, you will! Babygirl, bring the fucker in would you?" he cried out.
The door opened with a bang as Hiyoko Saionji walked into the room. She was pushing someone, a person who had a sack over their heads. She kicked him into the chair, stomping on his groin with her wooden sandals, causing him to scream. Daisuke strapped him to the chair, punching him across the face, sending the sack flying off his head. Sylvia's eyes widened, as she had come face to face with a badly bruised Ryusuke Fuji.
The man looked up, his lips bleeding as he caught the sight of his son and his fiancee. He shivered in fear, their grins boring into his mind. Crimson eyes glowing brightly as they just continued to stare.
"S-son...l-let's talk about this...l-let's not do anything hasty here." he said softly. The Ultimate Story Teller through a haymaker to his face, his head snapping back. Daisuke took a hold of Hiyoko's face, forcing her to face him.
"Do you hear that baby? That sweet despair coming out his mouth? He's scared shitless, scared because of what we're going to do to him. Actually, what your precious pawn will do to you." the boy said, pressing his lips onto Hiyoko's. She moaned gleefully, the taste of blood on his lips was driving her insane.
"What I will do to him? What do you want me to do?" Sylvia asked.
"That's simple you dumb bitch...you're going to stab the fuck out of him! If you want to survive, you'll have to kill daddy dearest. But you have to do it slowly, I want to see the despair on his face!" Hiyoko said firmly.
"No..this isn't something I want to do...this isn't like you two. You guys were in love, you guys were getting married!" Sylvia cried.
"News flash bitch, not every story has a happy ending. We had something precious to us stolen right before our eyes. Why shouldn't we spread the same feeling across this planet? They all need to know, not to fuck with me, not to fuck with our friends! Junko Enoshima signed her own death warrant. When she leaves Hope's Peak Academy, I will be there to cut her fucking head off...so if you don't want me to cut yours off, you'll do what I tell you." he said, pulling a hacksaw from his bag.
"Sylvia don't do it...don't you dare kill me. I was your father once, and I still am!" Ryusuke shouted. The girl grit her teeth in anger.
"No you weren't! You used my mother as a tool, so that you could spread your misery everywhere. When you found out she had gotten half of my father's stocks, all you saw was money signs. It was all good business right? Well this will be just good business too!" she said, flicking the knife out of its sheathe.
"No wait...you can't do this...do you want to become a useless tool like Daisuke? Look at him, he's just Junko Enoshima's tool. She planned it all and yet look at them, her proxies!" he shouted. Sylvia paused, looking at Daisuke and Hiyoko, who were both watching her expectantly, looks of amusement on their faces.
"True, they are Junko Enoshima's proxies, but I would rather be an Ultimate Despair, instead of someone who fell victim to Despair. Besides, he's the one who has the hack saw, and I value my life too much to die at their hands. So sorry...not sorry." she said, driving the knife into his abdomen. He let out a scream of agony, as she repeatedly stabbed the man in the chest. With every knife pull, more blood struck her face, bathed her hand, and made her feel alive.
"Sylvia...please...stop." the man begged, pain written on his face. The girl's pink eyes glittered brightly as she walked behind the man, placing the blade at his throat.
"Sorry daddy, but it's high time you pay for your crimes with death. Vaya con Dios." she said, slashing the knife across his chest The man let out a cry as his own blood drained from the cut, falling around his body in a pool.
"Excellent, now step aside!" Daisuke said, grabbing a baseball bat from beside him.
Ryusuke blinked once, as he saw his son spin the bat in his hand. The last thing he felt was a hard strike on his head. He let out a cry, as Daisuke rested the bat on his shoulder.
"Son...I'm...sorry." he said, a hazy look on his face. Daisuke leaned forward, holding a hand to his ear.
"Buddy you still there? You're trying to speak, but you just took a hell of a hit!"
"Daisuke...please stop!" Sylvia cried.
"Hmm, you know that isn't in my vocabulary...at least not anymore. Back to it!" the boy said, slamming his bat over the man's head again, a sickening crunch filling the room.
He lined the bat up again before taking a third hit, with all of his force. The man's head sailed across the room, striking the back wall with so much force it stuck into it. Blood poured from the man's neck like a fountain, making Daisuke relish in it. He continued to beat the body with his bat, sending blood in all directions. Sylvia just watched in horror at what he had done. She looked at her own hands, stained pink with blood. She let out a scream, dropping the knife.
"Christ, what did I do? What did you make me do?" she cried.
"I didn't make you do anything. You were free right? You could have walked out of here...I would have killed him regardless. But you weaved your own story, with that dinky little knife." Daisuke said, a proud smirk on his face.
"I think she did a good job, wanna have sex with her? We can make her our slave." Hiyoko suggested, earning a curious look from her fiancee.
"While she would make the best toy, I think we should ask Sonia first, alas she's currently bombing her country, and anyone who opposes her really. That sounds like fun actually, hopefully the rockets Takane designed are actually of use."
"Rockets...what the hell do you want rockers for?" Sylvia asked curiously, ignoring the fact that the two wanted to fornicate with her.
"We wanna blow up the moon! Sending chunks of space rocks all over the world would be amazing. Not to mention all of the despair a world without a moon could cause, there would be no tides, the oceans would swell and world wide flooding could occur!" Hiyoko said cheerfully.
"Jesus Christ you guys are insane!" Sylvia cried.
"Insane? Not really...the despair of watching her rockets fail should be enough...besides I wouldn't want her to actually blow up the moon. Blow a chunk of it out yes, not entirely." Daisuke said. He turned around, walking toward the door.
"By the way Sylvia, you've got about thirteen seconds before this place blows up, have fun finding an exit." the boy said, closing the doors after he and his fiancee left. The Ultimate Mathematician let out a scream as she ran toward the nearest window, diving through it, just as the building exploded.
She let out a groan, feeling a long shard of glass in her chest. She pulled it out, her blouse being soaked with her own blood. She looked up in time to see Daisuke, Hiyoko and Ibuki run off, leaving no trace of their presence anywhere. The building behind her exploded again, making her shoot to her feet. She stumbled around, loosing her bearings from the loss of blood. She fell down to the ground, the feeling in her arms going numb.
"God, is this how I go? A shard in my chest? I deserve it...for being such a huge bitch...they're in their right...the Ultimate Despair were robbed of their freedom. Junko Enoshima has to pay for this." she said softly to herself.
She closed her eyes for a brief second, feeling weightless. When she awoke again, she saw nothing but black, or rather darkness. The skies were still crimson, and the sounds of screaming could still be heard. That was something that would haunt her for as long as she lived. There was never night in this new world of despair. The skies only darkened slightly, the sunlight was red, the skies were red, the clouds were red, there was nothing about the old sky in this new one. She groaned as she sat up, noticing she was in an old office building. She looked around, seeing more people around her, survivors.
"Don't move, you lost quite a bit of blood." a familiar voice said. She looked up, her eyes widening a bit.
"Kiriko Nishizawa...I thought you were dead." she said. The girl shook her head.
"He saved my life, before he turned to despair...it's been so hard living through this...but it doesn't seem to be ending soon. I've been helping other people here, in secret...but it doesn't seem like the Ultimate Despair are outright attacking people."
"They're not? But I saw them killing people not long ago." Sylvia said softly.
"Yes, but it's more like they influence them with their talents. I was watching Daisuke when he entered the middle school. He just read them a book, and they all killed themselves. Regardless, you have to take it easy." she said, handing her a bottle of water and a can of food.
"Excuse me, Doctor Nishizawa, can you look at my leg again?" one of the adults asked.
The young woman nodded, standing up. She clutched her side in pain, making her way toward the man. Sylvia noticed they were all adults, with small children...she spotted one Reserve Course student among them, but they didn't look tainted like the other ones. She decided not to say anything as she started eating, for the first time in days.
xxx
"This world is slowly coming to an end...and it's been an honor to watch this go down." Junko said, pressing her face against the glass.
Her so called friends had sealed off the Botanical Garden, and had been painting it blue to resemble the sky, a mere memento of the previous world. There were only a few windows left to cover up, all of them being in Classroom 5-C. It seemed as if Akira Tetsujima had sealed off her laboratory with blocks, preventing anyone from entering it.
She looked around at the now dried and bloody crime scene. The bodies of the student council members had been removed, and hidden in the Biology Lab, as a means to keep it all a secret, but now that they had been sealing up the school, they had been forced to bury them in the back courtyard, in unmarked graves. The Reserve Course students were running rampant, and Sakura and Mondo had been forced to kill a few, allowing the rest of them to finish the burial.
"Sister, we are preparing to seal up this room as well. Headmaster Kirigiri wants to block this room off. He doesn't want us to see this area." Mukuro said.
"Alrighty, hand me your knife would you?" Junko said, earning a curious look from the girl. She tossed her survival knife to her sister, and she stabbed it into the desk at the front of the room, with so much force that no one would be able to remove it, no one but herself or Mukuro.
"I believe this knife will become rather useful in the future. If despair wasn't already a thing, I think I would fall in love with its creation! Preparations haven't begun yet, is the elevator to the Class Trial Courtroom operational?" she asked.
"Indeed, but there was another thing that was odd. It seems the body of Chiaki Nanami was removed, by the time I had gotten there, not even a speck of blood was left behind."
"Huh? Are you serious? She couldn't have just walked her ass out of there...bitch was dead...unless...oh...so that's what he meant. He wanted to see if her hope was stronger than our despair...Izuru Kamukura is going to test us in the future, just thinking about what he's planning makes me giddy!" she said.
"Christ, so this is where that shit went down?" Mondo asked, walking in with several iron plates in his hands. Junko shook her head, adopting a frown on her face.
"Yeah I know, it's so sad, but all of those kids died here. Their souls will forever haunt this academy...I hope you all are prepared for that." She said.
"Shut the fuck up! The last thing I need to hear about is fucking ghosts...let's just get this shit done...Ikusaba grab one of these." he said.
"Right away Mondo." the soldier said, taking a hold of one of the iron plates. Junko smiled as she placed a hand on the glass, watching her glorious world, for the last time.
"The world I fought so hard to create, I will not be able to set foot on it again for awhile. The despair of never seeing it again is so delicious...but I have better fish to fry. Thanks to you Daisuke Del Rio, the real Despair is going to start flowing. I'm going to put the 78th Class through their own Mutual Killing Game, and it's going to be despairingly delicious. You best turn on that television, or set that DVR, because this is something the world won't be able to miss!"
"Upupupupupu!"
The End of Hope's Peak Academy End
Chronicles of Despair Begin
Omake:
Daisuke smirked as he walked up to the microphone. Before him inside Tokyo's biggest arena, were hundreds of survivors of the Tragedy. This stage had been reserved for Sayaka Maizono's summer concert, but her sister had been kidnapped by some Reserve Course students earlier, leaving the stage and all of the instruments ready to be used. The crowd wasn't looking forward to any performances, seeing as the world had technically ended, but he had convinced everyone to tune into his performance. After all, it would be enlightening to all of them.
Ibuki had taken the reigns, having already mixed a song and taken the lead guitar. Kazuichi had taken over the drums, surprising them all with his skills behind it. Akane had taken over the bass guitar, with Sonia handling the keyboard. Near the stage, Teruteru was handing out some food to all of the people that had gathered...none of them were ready for what was about to happen.
They all blinked a single time, their eyes flashing crimson as Ibuki started the music. Hiyoko flicked her wrist opening her blood soaked fan, a smirk on her face she started moving toward the music, her dance enthralling everyone present. Daisuke took a hold of the microphone, a grin on his face.
"I am the ghost in the shadows
I am the fear of the dark
I am the murderer of apathy
an angel that's fallen
I am the psycho of the sinner
I am what you can't escape
I am the splinter underneath your skin
I AM A MONSTER!"
Kazuichi started his drumming, the speakers thumping loudly as the entire crowd tuned into the song. They're eyes were focused on the teenagers as they started their song. Daisuke smirked as he let himself go, and started the next verse of his song.
"With a Bang
I feel my heart start to separate
The Enemy within
Can no longer be contained
I'm running from myself!
There's something inside me
And it's ripping a hole through my chest!
I spit the fire from my lungs,
The creature I buried
Is now the beast that I've become
We pretended that we can be somebody else
But heaven's judgments nothing when
You're already in Hell!"
Ibuki leaned forward, allowing Daisuke to take the next part of the guitar line so she could sing the chorus, by now the crowd had started falling for the song. Kazuichi cleared his throat, as he would be acting as her back up.
"So take these broken wings!
They'll just slow me down
(I'll Never Be The Same! I'll Never Be the Same)
And take my fragile heart
They'll just tear it out
(This is the end of broken me!)
They call me to the lights!"
Daisuke grabbed hold of the microphone once more, this time preparing to sing the hook with all of the anger flowing through him. Images of Chiaki's murder filled his mind, as he left himself feel the anger and anguish he had felt weeks ago. The images of his dead mothers joined Chiaki, as he finally exploded, his eyes glowing a bright crimson.
"I am the ghost in the shadows
I am the fear of the dark
I am the murderer of apathy
an angel that's fallen
I am the psycho of the sinner
I am what you can't escape
I am the splinter underneath your skin
I AM A MONSTER!"
The boy panted a bit, but continued to sing, not caring that his voice was getting strained from the screaming he had done. It didn't matter as the crowd was cheering now, all of them slowly putting on the Monokuma Helmets Junko had left out for them to use.
"I feel so goddamn tired
And I can't escape the things I've done
The cycle repeats and repeats
And I can't turn the Fucking Power off
I hate the things that I've done
And I am sick of how this has to end
I tried to reason with you
But now you're all fucking dead!"
"GAAAAAAAH"
They all started singing now, even Hiyoko who had been dancing the entire time, turned to face the crowd, the rest of their classmates intermingling with the crowd. They'd all been given microphones, so their voices could reverberate throughout the entire stadium.
"We are the living dead
We are the living dead
We walk through hell alone
And none of you can save us now!"
"So take these broken wings,
They'll just slow me down
(I'll never be the same, I'll never be the same)
Take my fractured heart
She'll just tear it out
(This is the end of broken me)
All together they came, to sing the final verse of the song, tears running down the sides of their faces. With this, Class 77 of Hope's Peak Academy, had finally accepted their fate as Ultimate Despair.
"She calls us to the light
Her voice just like thunder
She calls us to the light
But we are already gone, what has she done?"
"I am the ghost in the shadows
I am the fear of the dark
I am the murderer of apathy
an angel that's fallen
I am the psycho of the sinner
I am what you can't escape
I am the splinter underneath your skin
I AM A MONSTER!"
As Daisuke finished the song off, and the final notes hung in the air, the crowd started clapping. All of the survivors had turned into Despairites, those who would worship them and follow every order without fail. Now that they had foot soldiers, the true plan to spread despair could begin. Daisuke reached into his messenger bag, pulling a bundle out of it. He took his bag off, taking off his Hope's Peak Academy blazer, tossing it aside. He put on the jacket he had brought out, one he had salvaged from Chiaki's dorm before the building caught fire. It was a bit small on him, but he didn't care. He pulled one of her hair clips from his pocket, clipping it to the braid on the right side of his face. He clenched his hand, gritting his teeth in anger.
"Daisuke, it's okay...I understand that you feel betrayed...it is up to you to protect them now. Don't let them fall too far into it, I know you can do it."
"I'm sorry Chiaki, but this world needs to know my story...the story of how I will end Junko Enoshima's existence...she has to pay for taking you away from us...and what better way to do that, then to plunge this world to despair. So that when she comes outside to enjoy it, she can witness its destruction at our hands, and then she will meet her end."
"Upupupupupupupupu!"
To be continued in...Chronicles of Despair...