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Makoto woke up bleary eyed and confused.

Wait, where was he.

And what was with that camera hovering 3 feet from his face.

Their wasn’t even anything holding it up.

It floating their.

Menacingly!

Makoto Naegi (Ultimate Lucky Student/Ultimate Chisa Yukizome Hater)

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“Why is Junko putting their talents up in subtitles like that?” Munaknata raised an eyebrow from Future Foundation Headquarters. “We already know everyone's talents?”

“I dunno.” Chisa Yukizome raised an eyebrow right net to him. “Honestly, I’m pretty Makoto only has that second talent because his a Naegi. Unlike the rest of his ancestral line he only ever opportunistically made attempts on my life and he’s the only Naegi in history to tolerate being on the same side of the Hope/Despair conflict as me.”

“....That's right.” Munakata narrowed his eyes as Kizakura broke an alcohol bottle to use as a makeshift weapon. “The Naegi clan can’t stand being on the same side as you.”

“And then suddenly swapped from despair to hope during your last year at Hopes Peak.” Tengan added as Mitarai pulled out a baseball bat sized pencil and started brandishing it like he was planning beating someone over the head with it.

“Which just so happened to be the year with all that brainwashing nonsense.” Bandai added having armed himself with a pitchfork.

“Yep.” Chisa added before realizing something. “And I just outed myself as a mole for despair didn’t I?”

As if to confirm her question she soon found herself surrounded by various weapons all pointed directly at her.

“Ok.” Chisa scowled as she looked at one weapon in particular. “Ando I realize your talent makes it an actual threat but you do realize how absurd you look threatening me with a candy bar when everyone else is using stuff that looks like it could actually hurt me right?”

“Sorry I left my hard candy knife at home today.”

"Personally I'm happy we noticed this now, things could have gone downhill fast if she was allowed to run around unchecked like this."

"Oh yeah, can you imagine how horribly that would have ended for us?"

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Meanwhile Makoto had been getting to know his new classmates.

“Hi.” Chihiro looked at him, saying nothing for a solid minute, and then smiled. “Oh… wow your really nice.”

Chihiro Fujisaki (Ultimate Victim) 

“Why?”

“Because you’ve met me for a solid minute and haven’t tried to kill me for being weak yet.”

“What!?”

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“Do I know you?” Sayaka looked at Makoto with disdain.

Sayaka Maizono (Ultimate Bane of Makoto’s Existence,)

That wasn’t her actual title but it was her title as far as Makoto was concerned.

Makoto knew her from middle school….. And honestly wished he didn’t.

In fact if she’d forgotten him that would be wonderful.

And he’d rather not get to know her on any level ever again.

His choice was made, Makoto turned around and left.

“Wait what!?” He heard Sayaka exclaim in surprise. “Wait, you aren’t supposed to do that!”

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“Yo,  Leon Kuwata’s the name.” Leon said, holding a baseball in front of him. “And I like two things, baseball and killing.”

 Leon Kuwata (Ultimate Baseball Star)

Well…. He seemed normal.

Leon than promptly crushed the baseball in his hand so hard it was reduced to powder.

And than he snorted the baseball powder.

“Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh! YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAH!”

Well he seemed normal.

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“So.” Mondo glanced at Makoto. “What are you here for?”

Mondo Owada (Ultimate Biker Gang Leader/Ultimate Isekai Preventer)

The motivations for it were unknown but Mondo Owada and his gang were infamous for saving countless people from being hit with trucks thus keeping them from being sent to other worlds.

Paradoxically Mondo was officially a wanted criminal in at least 88 separate fantasy worlds due to depriving them of heroes they desperately needed. 

“I mean I am a Naegi.”

“Oh.” Mondo crossed his arms. “Wait isn’t your entire bloodline line obsessed with killing that Chisa chick?”

“Yes.” Makoto shrugged. “Even got the ultimate title for it.”

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“Hello Makoto.” Byakuya crossed his arms. “Fancy meeting you again.”

Byakuya Togami (Ultimate Affluent Prodigy)

“Likewise.” Makoto smiled. “So how did that demon infestation turn out.”

“We dealt with it, thanks for asking.”

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Next Makoto met with.

Yasuhiro Hagakure (Ultimate Idiot)

Makoto forgot everything about him the next moment though.

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Next up was a fat kid with ludicrously big beefy muscular arms. 

Hirumi Yamada (Ultimate Fanfic Writer/Ultimate Power Lifter)

“Whoa.” Makoto said in awe as he watched Hifumi lift a weight bigger than him. “Nice.”

“Thanks.” Hifumi gives him a thumbs up with his free hand. “I don’t supposed your familiar with fanfiction, are you?”

“Depends on the fandom.” Makoto shrugged. “Theirs a lot of it out their after all.”

“All too true. I think you and I are going to get along.”

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“Hmmmm.” Celeste Ludenburg looked Makoto over, making him feel very uncomfortable. “Interesting.”

Celeste Lugendburg (Ultimate Gambler/Ultimate Human/Ultimate Definitely not a Vampire)

….. Those last two titles were very suspicious.

And also the way she liked her lips.

The fangs too.

Never mind the sudden urge to obey his new dark mistress.

That definitely screamed ‘vampire’ to him.

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“Your mother killed Chisa Yukizomi.” Kyoko replied flatly.

Wait really?!

It’s done!

The very reason for his clans existence has been fulfilled.

Ama-

“Just kidding.” The lavender haired girl snicked. “Got you.”

Kyoko Kirigir (Ultimate Detective/Ultimate Troll)

“Oh well.” Makoto shrugged. “Guess that's just how life is sometimes.”

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“Ah Makoto!” Kiyotaka Ishimaru smiled. “It’s nice to meet the only other student in the class… as from Chihiro… that has yet to commit a murder!”

Kiyotaka Ishimaru  (Ultimate Moral Compass/Ultimate Stick in the Mud)

“That second title seems biased and unfair.” Makoto frowned. “You don’t look like you hate fun nearly enough to be the Ultimate Stick in the Mud.”

“Yes, I do not hate fun.” Kiyotaka frowned. “That’s my evil twin’s job.” 

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“Hi!” Makoto smiled up at the large and heavily muscle girl in front of him. “Nice to meet you.”

Sakura Ogami (Ultimate Fight Happy Lunatic)

“It is a pleasure to meet you as well. My name is Sakura Ogami.” The larger girl crossed her arms in return. “You have the aura of someone with great combat abilities, I hope to one day face you in an honorable battle.”

Good to know.

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“Did you just eat my jacket” A Makoto who was now reduced to his hoodie asked.

“Yeah.” Aoi looked down. “Couldn’t help myself.”

“Aoi Asashina (Ultimate Swimming Pro/Ultimate Omnivore)

Makoto shrugged. “Well as long as you're not killing yourself or anything I guess I can let it go.”

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“Oh hi-” Makoto walked up to greet Toko, got a whiff of her scent, and was immediately knocked out.

Toko Fukawa (Ultimate Writer/Ultimate Terrible Smelling Person/Ultimate Murdurus Fiend)

“Darn it.” Toko looked down. “I did it again.”

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"F53k! you Toko!" 'Junko' in actuality Mukuro the Ultimate Soldier frowned. "Makoto didn't even get to meet me properly!"

Mukuro (The Ultimate Soldier Disguised as the Ultimate Fashionista) 

"Oh well, I guess I'll have time to meet him later.)

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“SLAM!”

Junko slammed her head against the control panel.

“SLAM!”

How could she have forgotten that something like this was likely. ‘

“SLAM!”

Sure intellectually she  knew that character development was a hell of a drug, but she’d never truely grasped how potent it was until having torn a significant amount of it away.

“SLAM!”

And she’d also forgotten the special trait of Makoto’s that would make his presence a pain.

“SLAM!”

Why? What did she do to deserve this?

Except for… well nearly everything she did.

And also overlooking Mukuro’s habit of randomly killing Reserve Course students for the fun of it.

Honestly that last one directly impacted her plans… The news of the ten surviving Reserve Course students killing themselves was much less impactful than over 1000 of them doing the same would have been…. Maybe if Mukuro had whittled them down to one survivor that would have a strong impact but just ten of them were kind of overlooked.

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Meanwhile the mention of the word ‘killing game’ the entire class had immediately turned on Chihiro. 

Only four other students stood in between the smallest of class 78 and an impending death.

Kiyotaka, Mondo, Sakura, and Makoto.

“I’m ashamed of most of you.” Makoto said sadly as he stared down the other class 78 students. “I expected something like this from Sayaka but it really hurts to see the rest of you doing this?”

“.... Ah ha!” Sayaka pointed at Makoto. “I knew it! You did recognize me from middle school.”

“Yes and I hate you.” Makoto huffed as he crossed his arms and his eyes began glowing red. “And no, my dark mistress, I will not move aside to let you kill Chihiro.”

“Kill him, not I just want to suck his bloo- I mean I just want to talk to him.”  Celeste paused. “Also I want you to report to my room later this night, my mind thral- I mean new friend. Your willpower is actually pretty inspiring… By which I mean resisting a request from a friend and not resisting the demands of your vampire overlord.”

“Yes my dark mistress.”

“I want to kill him.” Leon said happily. “I love killing.”

“W…wait?” Chihiro paused. “How did you all know you were a boy?”

“Because we can smell weakness.” Aoi replied happily. “Isn’t that right everyone.” 

A round of agreement rang out from the rest of the class, even from the ones that were actually defending Chihiro earlier.

“Sorry Chihiro.” Makoto remarked sadly. “I could do it too.”

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“Whoa.” A despair crazed Soda winced. “Our underclassmates are crazy.”

“They regularly and willingly hung out with the girl that killed Chiaki and brainwashed us into destroying the world, knowing full well just how bad she was.” Mikan, who, was also still brainwashed, snarked back. “Of course they’re crazy.”

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“....Then why are the four of you defending me?”

“I’m the Ultimate Moral Compass.” Kiyotaka frowned. “Keeping the class from killing each other is my entire thing.”

“What about everyone else?”

“Not only do I not care.” Kiyotaka crossed his arms. “But I fully support us working together to destroy the world.” 

“I save you because I just met you but already deeply care for you as a person.” Makoto answered, which drew a lot of weirded out stares from the rest of the room. “What? I hate exactly two things in this world and Chihiro is neither.” 

“What are those two things?”

“Chisa Yukazomi.” Makoto replied cheerily. “And Sayaka, I’ll never forget middle school.”

“Awww.” Sayaka smiled. “You were so adorable back then though, even if I like to pretend that you weren’t.”

“Sayaka, everytime I see your smile.” Makoto’s voice was as upbeat as it was earlier. “I die a little inside.” 

“What did you even do to that kid?” Toko frowned, stepping forward a footstep, and causing Hifumi and Aoi to faint from her rotten stench. 

“Stabbed him, burned him, gave him a few swirlys, directed my rabid fanbase to ruin his life, bullied him, brainwashed him with a despair video, kneecapped him a few times, shot him in the head with a high caliber sniper rifle on the regular, cursed him with dark magic, baseball bat to the head, wrote a series of popular bestselling novels all about how much I hate him, tried to isekai him with a truck only for Mondo to stop me, dropped a building on his head, set killer robots at him, gaslit him into thinking he killed his entire family, burnt his homework whenever he finished it, scratched him up with my long nails, tied him to a chair while a conveyor belt led him to a crushing machine, purposefully infected him with several life threatening diseases, poisoned his food on the regular, hit him with a truck in the non-isekai fashion, branded my name into his back with an iron, skinned him alive, tied him to a train-track, shark tank, the chainsaw incident, had him stampeded over, broke all of fingers a few times, ripped off his finger-nails a few times, and killed a plant he cared for.”

“I’m still especially mad about that last one!”

“Holy shit!” ‘Junko’ took a step back from Sayaka. “You did all that to one guy!”

“No.” Sayaka frowned. “I did more than that but I’d be here for several hours if I listed every unique thing I did to him, let alone repeated instances. His little sister actually tried to assassinate me for once.”

“Ok. Well leaving aside Makoto’s hatred of Sayaka.” Hifumi question. “Why did Mondo and Sakura save him?”

“Cuz I felt like it.” Mondo replied flatly. 

“I believe only in killing via honorable combat.” Sakura replied flatly. “It’s impossible to have an honorable fight against Chihiro and thus he must live.” 

“You fuckers didn’t even wait for me to finish giving out the rules of the killing game!” an angry Monokuma finally decided to take action. “What's wrong with you people! Forget it! I’m just going to show everyone to your rooms!”

“Does this mean we don’t get to kill anyone yet?”

“Yes! It means you don’t get to kill people yet!”

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Mondo’s room had semi-truck themed wallpaper, a Tv permanently stuck to the ‘semi-truck channel’, a semi-truck themed bed, a power with a shower head  shaped like a semi-truck, several semi truck and Isekai theme magazines, a semi-truck themed alarm-clock, and a detailed oil painting accurately depicting the very moment that Mondo saw his brother get hit with the very truck that inspired his anti-Isekai activities.”

“Fuck you Monokuma.”

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Byakuya had to admit the demonic summoning circle in his room was well crafted.

Hmp… he guessed the mastermind deserved some credit for their competence in the demonic arts if nothing else.

Oh well. He had to get back to the Togami tradition.

Deliberately summoning demons to solve problems instead of using more practical or grounded methods!

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“JUNKO!” Mukuro cried out in distress. “YOU DESTROYED MY GUN COLLECTION!”

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“Aoi!” Monokuma cried out in distress. “YOU ATE YOUR BED!? WHY WOULD ANYONE DO THAT!?”

“.... I was hungry.”

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Celeste frowned as she looked at the coffin in her room.

Whoever kidnapped everyone.

Knew she was a vampire.

And her disguise was nearly perfect!

Truly this mastermind must be an insidious and powerful intellect.

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“KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!”

Makoto opened the door to sheer Chihiro on the other side.

“Makoto, do you mind if I bunk with you… for the entirety of our stay in this place, my room doesn’t have a lock.”

“Sure.” Makoto yawned. “I’ll just sleep under the bed like back at home.”

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When Makoto woke up, he was wondering how his little sister was doing.

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Komaru frowned as she looked down from her throne made up the remains of Junko’s followers. Attending to her were Aoi’s 13 younger brothers all named ‘Yuto’ as Celeste’s cat ‘Bois’ rested happily in her lap. 

In the city behind her Toko’s pet stinkbeg had grown to kaiju proportions and was currently going on a rampage through the city.

All around her throne the remainder of Class 78’s hostages were all engaging in their favored activities as the wrecked remains of countless Monokuma units provided a light source in the pitch darkness.

“Today Towa City.” Komaru began calmly. “Tommorrow, the next city over.” 

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“Well…. I fucked up with that stunt.” Junko commented dryly. “I forgot Komaru was the evil sibling….. I mean Chisa cut her off while walking once and her response was to invent a machine that rewrote the DNA of her own distant ancestors in order to give her entire family a built in hatred for the woman. 

Komaru didn’t even suffer from that same genetic hatred of Chisa the rest of her family did, she was just that petty.

And Komaru…. Just united the rest of the loved ones of Class 78.

Wow… this was the second time Junko was actually considering the moral ramifications of what she’d done to set up this killing game.

But that was a problem for future Junko.

Right now she had to use the backup motive.

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The next day Monokuma had finished explaining the rules of the killing game.

“Any now.” Monokuma began as a huge screen pulled up from the floor. “I will give each of you your motives!... Except Makoto.”

“Wait.” Makoto frowned. “Why don’t I get a motive?”

“You're stuck in a building with Sayaka Maizono.”

“Oh right…. That's a good motive.” 

“For you Leon.” The green flickered on to show a picture of a young girl. “Your cousin Kanon Nakijima escaped from jail… I actually wanted to have her captured but she kept evading my forces.”

“Oh shit!” Leon exclaimed in a panic. “I need to get out of here and get off the radar.”

“Celeste…. Byakuya is a vampire hunter in his spare time, he definitely knows you're a vampire and plans to kill you.”

“Well now you’ve made things harder for me.” Byakuya paused. “Acutally I like that…. But I’m still going to summon a demon and send it after you for this.”

“You fiend!” Celeste pointed angrily at Byakuya. “I mean…. That motive makes no sense! I am definitely not a vampire!” 

“Yes.” Makoto mumbled in a partially dreamlike state. “My dark mistress is definitely no a vampire, we humans have absolutely nothing to risk from having her in our midst and letting our guard down around her.”

“Chihiro, you just suck.”

“Why would I kill anyone over that?”

“Aoi I brought a box of deluxe super high quality don- Wait, how did you find and eat all of them already?”

“Hah!” Aoi laughed. “No one can keep me from donuts."

Monokuma moved to facepalm only to realize he was missing one of his hands. “Oh come on!.... Whatever…. Hiro, I'll pay off your debt to the Yakuza if you kill someone.”

“.........”

“Mondo.” Monokuma paused. “I’ll destroy every semi-truck in Japan if you take someone's life.”

“Hmmmmm.”

“Kiyotaka…. I got nothing for you.” Monokuma signed. “I mean you have your whole ‘I want to destroy the world thing’ but you want the whole class to do it so you're definitely not going to kill anyway.”

“I most certainly will not!”

“Sakura… I can confirm that at the very least Hifumi, Junko, Makoto, Celeste, and Byakuya could stand up to you in a fight.”

“Finally, worthy opponents!”

“Yuma Kokohead….. get out of here! This isn’t even your game! Go be a goober somewhere else and take your rival mascot with you…. Unless the theory about you being Kyoko and Makoto’s child from the future is true? In which case I need you to stay here and act as a hostage.” 

“Wait? How did I even get here?” 

“Kyoko. I killed your dad.”

“....That just makes me want to kill you , not any of my classmates.”

“Also, you totally have a complex about him! Like a major complex! Like I cannot believe anyone could have daddy issues that bad level of complex! In fact if you don’t kill I plan to release a feature film dedicated entirely to your daddy complex.”

“Shut up!”

“‘Junko’, I actually don’t want you to kill so you don’t get a motive either.”

“Fair.”

“Toko, I found your yaoi stash and have taken it hostage…. Also your stinkbug is currently destroying Towa city.”

“What!?”

“And finally…. Sayaka…. Honestly you don’t need a motive, if your middle school self is any indication you're an awful enough person already.”

“Hey!”

“Anyway.” Monokuma soon took out a heavy machinegun. “I have something else to deal with…. By!”

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“Hey Makoto.” Sayaka, walked up to the lucky boy. “Can we swi-”

“No?”

“No” Sayaka frowned. “Why not?”

“Because I hate you.” Makoto replied flatly, not leaving the doorway to his room. “Also the ‘switch rooms with someone so you can kill someone else in that room and blame them for it’ is trick number 1 in the killers handbook.”

As if to prove his point Makoto took out a book with Monokuma’s face on the cover and flipped to chapter 1.

“Huh.” Sayaka looked at the chapter. “You're right… I feel so basic right now.”

“Makoto?” Sayaka heard Chihiro’s voice from deeper in the room. “..... Is there a murderer at the door?”

“Yes.”

“Eeeeeeeeeep!”

“Wait.” Sayaka tried to adjust her angel to get a better look into Makoto’s room. “Was that Chihiro?”

“.......” Makoto simply stepped back into his room and shut the door. 

Wait a minute.

Sayaka realized something.

Chihiro’s room was empty and didn’t have a lock.

“Don’t even think about  it, Sayaka!” Makoto’s angry voice roared from behind the door. “And especially don’t target anyone that could actually take you in a fight if you do! I mean it!”

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“A body has been discovered.”

Makoto frowned as he woke up.

“KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!”

Makoto slid out from under the bed, moved over to the door, and opened the door to see Kyoko with Leon standing behind her. 

“Makoto. Sayaka has been found dead in Chihiro’s room” Kyoko frowned. “We need to find out her killer and despite you having no investigation or public speaking experience at all I’ve decided I want you to be my de-facto mouthpiece at the class trial.”

“I did it.” Leon admitted shamelessly from behind Kyoko. “I killed Sayaka.”

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Upon entering Sayaka’s room, Makoto knew what he needed to do.

He picked up Sayaka’s body and slapped her in the face…. And then suddenly she was alive again and unharmed.

“Who killed you.” Makoto asked.

“Leon.”

“Hmmmm.” Makoto considered her words for a moment before turning pale. “Oh no…. I revived Sayaka…. I’m a monster!”

“Did I mention I killed Sayaka?” Leon added. “Because I did.”

Makoto was too busy crying over the horrific deed he’d done to listen though.

“.....Awww.” Sayaka chittered happily. “He’s so adorable even when he’s basically insulting me!”

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“Oooooh now I remember. Makoto can bring back the dead.” Junko slammed a fist into her palm. “That’s the power he had that was going to be a pain….. And I just remembered that I never figured out the limitations on that…. Oh well.”

“WWWWWWWHRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!”

“Oh goodie goodie, The doomsday cult is trying to kidnap Makoto again. You’d think they’d give up since I already caused the apocalypse” Junko shrugged. “Then again Makoto is the maiden that will end the world if used to unseal the dark one…. Who knew they were referring to a boy in the prophecy.”

She was still going to stop then, they’re plans for the apocalypse were totally boring.

And if anyone else was going to destroy the world…. She wanted it to be another member of Class 78…. Willingly of course.

No one was going to use one of her classmates as a simple tool to destroy the world like these cultists planned to do with Makoto.

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“.......Oh look, the first murder.” Chisa remarked from inside her cell… which was basically a giant hamster cage. “Awww and Makoto undid it too. He’s such a nice boy.”

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“BANG!”

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!”

“BANG!”

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!”

“BANG!”

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!”

“BANG!”

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!”

“Hey Mukuro.” Makoto smiled as he walked up to Mukuro. “What are you doing?”

“Oh I’m just randomly snipping Reserve Course students.” Mukuro smiled. “It’s fun.”

“Thats immoral.” Makoto frowned. “Sorry I had to say that.”

“It’s fine.” Mukuro smirked. “You're the class's sexy good boi anyway.”

“BANG!”

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!”

“Actually.” Makoto tilted his head. “Can borrow that for a moment.”

“Sure!” 

Makoto took the snippet file.

“BANG!”

And promptly shot it into the school.

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Meanwhile in Class 77’s Classroom, which had bulletproof glass, Chisa was forced to move her head to the side as a bullet that had been ricochetting down the hallways without actually hitting anyone up until that point slammed into the chalkboard right where her head used to be.

“Sensei.” A panicked Ibuki screamed in shock. “What was that?”

“Oh, right I never got to explain that.” Chisa smiled. “One of the students in Class 78 is a Naegi. The entire family line hates my guts and wants me dead.” 

“Oh.” Soda paused. “Wait is that why killer robots from the future keep trying to break into our classroom.” 

“And the undead from each era in human history.” Sonia added. “I’m pretty sure the one from last week was from someone that died the day before.”

“Yes.” Chisa smiled. “The one that was trying to kill me this morning was actually Makoto’s great grandma…. He was sad all day so he tried to kill me more than normal, alongside the rest of his living relatives.”

“Ah yes the Naegi’s.” Nagito smiled. “An entire family of ultimates…. Especially the talent of ‘Ultimate Chisa Yukizome Hater’, how amazing!”

“That's a real talent!?”

“It is indeed.” Chisa smiled while opening the window. “Good shot Makoto!”

“BANG!”

Chisa dodged out of the way as another sniper round entered the room, ricketing around so that it would have hit Chisa around 200 times if she hadn’t dodged each attempt.

“What a nice boy.” Chisa smiled happily as she closed the window again.

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“Aaaaaah. Good times, good times.” Chisa smiled happily as she continued watching the killing game and ran on the human sized hamster wheel in her cage. “I wonder how he’ll react if the Future Foundation manages to undo my lobotomy.”

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“Sorry about the delay.” Monokuma addressed the students in the trial room. “I was just getting an update from my followers, apparently one of my followers in Class 77 broke’s Taichi Fujisaki’s leg when all your loved ones escaped captivity… he’ll be fine, he’s just stuck in a wheelchair for a week.”

“....I don’t plan on murdering anyone.” Chihiro began calmly. “But if I ever get out of here. I will find Class 77, I will hunt them down, and no matter how crazed or brainwashed they may be, I will make them regret every single decision they could possibly have made that could have ever led to them hurting my dad. They will suffer for this, each and every one of them… I dont’t care how, I don’t care when, I don’t even care if I live afterword, but I…. will….. make…them….ALL PAY!”

And then lighting struck outside, being audible within the school despite its extensive fortification.

“Whoa!” Junko backed up in shock… and then she smiled. “One of us! One of us!”

A chant the rest of the class joined in on.

“Dawwwww isn’t that just adorable.” Monokuma smiled. “Your classmates are embracing you now that you’ve revealed your deep seated bloodlust.”

“I killed Sayaka.” 

“We heard you the first time Leon.”

“Anyway.” An unnamed student began. “I think we should accuse Chihiro for no reason even though they clearly were framed.”

“Won’t work, Chihiro has a solid alibi.” Makoto crossed his arms. “He was with me all night.”

“I can confirm that.” Aoi said happily. “I was hiding under the bed next to Makoto all night.”

“Wait what?!”

“And I was hiding in Makoto’s closet.” Hifumi crossed his arms. “So I can confirm her confirmation.”

“WHAT!?”

“I can confirm Hifumi’s confirmation.” Kyoko added. “I was sitting in a chair in that same room all night.”

“Ok.” Makoto said flatly. “All you people are really good at being sneaky.”

“I know.” Togami added. “I was also in your room and never noticed anyone else.”

“Ok what is it with everyone sneaking into Makoto’s room? ” Junko crossed her arms. “And how did Chihiro survive the night if that was the case.”

“I have my ways of keeping people in my room from being murdered at night.” Makoto yawned before his voice took on a shockingly dark turn. “Don’t try me on it.”

“Hey Makoto, I’ve been meaning to ask.” Sayaka began to look at the lucky student. “How did you deal with the long term poison I laced your food with years ago? It should be activating and liquifying your insides right about now.”

“The wh-.” Makoto promptly threw up all of the blood in his body, fell over dead, and then spontaneously revived in perfect condition. “Owch…. Sayaka you're a jerk!”

“.....Sorry. I promise to only do that sort of stuff to people other than you from now on”

“Wait.” Makoto narrowed his eyes. “You apologized? What madness is this?”

“The madness of love Makoto.”

“Mind slave.” Celeste looked at Makoto. “We are getting off topic. Why was the murder committed in Chihiro’s room if they have an alibi.”

“The lock to Chihiro’s room is broken, my mistress.” Makoto droned before thinking for a moment. “Not that it seems to have stopped at least a quarter of the class from sneaking into my room anyway.”

“I know.” Celeste crossed her arms. “At least that explains all those other presences I felt when I snuck into your room to drain your bl- make sure no vampires were draining your blood at midnight.”

“Mayby I should have made this a ‘breaking into Makoto’s room trial.” Monokuma growled. “Given everyone and their grandma seems to have done it!”

“What?!” Kiyotaka recoiled back. “How did you know my grandma broke into Makoto’s room!”

“I didn’t.” Monokuma paused. “But upon reviewing the security footage I can see how they got into the building, broke into Makoto’s room, and left. I’m going to need to patch those security holes… especially now that I know Kiyotaka’s grandma is basically a ninja.”

An alarm buzzed.

“Oh look, voting time.” Monokuma added. “And you all voted for Leon before I could even finish explaining everything…. I guess that explains why you all spent this time on completely unrelated topics…. Well you were right…. IT'S PUNISHMENT TIME!”

*One horrific execution involving a baseball-themed orbital strike, followed shortly by Makoto resurrecting Leon, later.*

“Hey.” Leon began, his eyes wide as could be. “LETS FUCKING DO THAT AGAIN!” 

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Class 78 looked at the apocalyptic wasteland around them…. And at the giant forcefield keeping them from leaving the school!

“I knew that forcefield was a good idea.” Monokuma smiled at his own brilliance as he appeared in front of the class. “I know Aoi would eventually devour a hole out of the school! So I had these babies put up just in case!”

The bear then took out several files and handed them to the students. “Consider the fact that the world is destroyed and you didn’t get to do it your new motive… I’d originally planned to try and blackmail you but then remembered that all of you are shameless… All the files I’ve handed you actually contain is your names, age, gender, blood type, species and one dark secret about each of you.”

“Species!?” Celeste exclaimed in shock before promptly incinerating her file using blood fire. “I mean nothing out of the ordinary in mine.”

Meanwhile, Makoto was puzzled. “Why does my file list my species as ‘Makoto Naegi’? My parents are human aren’t they?”

“Yes.” Monokuma gave Makoto an almost affectionate pat on the side. “But you Makoto, are a strange, strange, strange creature so they listed you as a separate species….. Right next to ‘different artstyle humans’ like Hifumi over there.”

“It is true.” Hifumi added, raising one of his massive forearms. “My artstyle does make me look extremely strange compared to most humans…. Now if you excuse me.”

And then Hifumi ran back under the tunnel Aoi dug while eating her way out… and began bench-pressing the entire building.

“Hey!” Monokum shouted in anger as another separate Monokuma unit ran into the tunnel. “This is a school building not a training weight!”

Meanwhile the rest of the class was concerned.

“Hmmmm…. The world has been destroyed.”  Kiyotaka frowns. “Oh no! That means we cannot destroy it ourselves”

“I mean I’ve already indirectly destroyed a lot of worlds by keeping them from getting their Isekai heroes.” Mondo commented. “Mayby we could destroy some of them directly?”

“Perhaps.” Kiyotaka was in the middle of brainstorming. “We could also rebuild the world to destroy it later!”

“Why not just destroy this one harder.” Sayaka commented happily. “I love kicking people when they’re down!”

“Awwwww.” Meanwhile the main Monokuma was wiping a tear from his eye. “Less than a week together and my students are already discussing the logistics of destroying the world! They really are the best!”’

“I’d rather not destroy the world.” Makoto began and then he looked down to realize he was now in a dress. “Huh… this again? When did it happen?”

“Yeah, your clothes spontaneously morphed into a dress a minute after you walked outside.” Kyoko smiled. “The fact that you didn’t notice immediately was hilarious.,.... And your reaction implies it happened before, which is even funnier.”

“Yep.” Monokuma added. “That’s part of Makoto’s nature as the apocalypse maiden of prophecy, the one who will destroy and/or revive the world. The Prophecy is kind of hard to decipher on that one…. And don’t even get me started on the birthday disasters!”

“Makoto has bad birthdays?” Aoi asked, partially confused…. While also devouring the remains of one of the school's automated guns. 

“Well yes.” Monokuma crossed his arms. “Buts more the fact that a planet wide natural disaster happens yearly on his birthday.”

“Ah! I understand.” Sakura nodded. “Makoto’s birthday is the day of ruin. How unfortunate for him.”

“Yeah.” Makoto let out a sigh, and then a feeling overcame him. “Why did I suddenly feel the urge to join despair.”

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“It’s done.” Matsuda crossed his arms as she finished his work on Chisa Yukizome. “Your girlfriend is no longer a despair cultist.”

“Finally.” Munakata grunted. “Now we can properly get to work on fixing your girlfriend's mess.”

“Yay!” Chisa cheered, having been aware the entire time. “Being a horrible monster of a human being sucked! How does your girlfriend live like that, Matsuda?!” 

“What do you think I know!?”

“I mean.” Munakata shrugged. “You are twisted enough to love her, clearly you must have some insight… or complete lack of ability to judge characters.”

“Says the guy who didn’t realize his girlfriend was lobotomized into despair.” Matsuda seethed back. “For at least half a year!”

Chisa meanwhile, was thinking of something else. 

“.........We are going to redeem Class 77 right.” She paused. “I mean, they are as much victims in this as anyone else.”

Hopefully they would be saved before Class 78 got out. She thought Nagito had been slightly exaggerating when he said that being in the same building as the younger class had been such utterly bad luck that his ‘luck cycle’ had given him nothing but good luck that entire year.

Now she was sure that was the truth…. And she really didn’t want to see what Chihiro would do to Class 77 when he got out, sure the programmer might seem like the most normal of 78, but they were also by far the most vengeful member of the class when they felt their loved ones were in danger.

She only hoped she could get them before Class 78 escaped.

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Elsewhere the remnants of despair, Gundam Tanaka, and Nagito and Komeda were in a very heated debate about hard work vs raw talent."

“No matter how hard a penguin tries.” Nagito begins. “It will never soar through the sky.”

Gundam promptly laughed and whistled, causing a flock of flying penguins to appear in the sky and perform impressive feats of aerial acrobatics. Before flying in the exact formation needed to make a rude hand gesture at Nagito.

“Sorry I’m late.” Fuyuhiko grumbled as he returned to the room. “I had to get the girls reorganized?”

“Girls.” Nagito raised an eyebrow. “Isn’t the vast majority of your Yakuza family men?”

“They used to be, but by they have all been transformed into boy crazy yoai fangirls.” Fuyuhiko frowned. “Hifumi’s little sister Fujiko has some horrifying abilities…. I don’t want to talk about it anymore.”

“It was a trying time.” Peko began…. Before taking out a Yaoi manga and starting to read. “At least we got some reading out of it though.”

“Well yeah, even if it's not my thing, that stuff was objectively good.” Fuyuhiko crossed his arms. “Doesn’t make it less horrifying.”

“Wow.” Nagito commented dryly. “Who knew Class 78’s loved ones were all also as horrifying as them.”

“I did.” Fuyuhiko crossed his arms. “And Komeda. you do realize that Byakuya and Kiyotaka are going to directly go after and try to kill you right? They despise your views on talent versus hard work. Literally the only reasons they didn’t back at Hopes Peak was the thin trapping of simulation and the fact you vagluy look like Makoto sometimes.”

“And they’ll win too!” A very long distance Monokuma unit laughed. “Because you are the inferior class! It took all of you to destroy the world! Step it up! Literally anyone in my class could do that by themselves …. Except for Mukuro and I… which is why I bothered brainwashing you all by the way…. But still you all suck! Makoto’s a good hope boy and he could have caused the apocalypse just by existing! Get it together losers.”

Fuyuhiko meanwhile…. seethed in resentment.

Stupid despair brainwashing video  making him unfailing and fantastically loyal to Junko…. If it wasn’t for that he’d definitely try and get revenge.  

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Times like this… made Junko very happy that she won the ‘drawing straws’ competition to decide who in class 78 would get to destroy the world back when it first happened.

Really the time she won that drawing was almost as wonderful as the time Kyoko gaslighted her into thinking she killed all her loved ones and then stole her boyfriend's first kiss right in front of her.

All because she decided to flirt with Makoto that one time.

Or the time Leon almost killed her with the elaborate baseball themed execution within the first week.

Then there was the week Makoto followed her around and restored the hope of everyone she’d driven into despair, she couldn’t even kill anyone because he’d just revive them.

Also the time Celeste turned her Matsuda into her vampire thrall, the only reason her boyfriend wasn’t still a vampire was because Makoto could bring back the dea-.

Oh…. Looks like Celeste had made her move.

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“Chihiro.” Kyoko narrowed her eyes. “Why are your eyes red and why do you have two little fangs sticking out of your mouth?”

“.....” Chihiro paused for a moment. “No reas-”

THWAK!

And then a stake buried itself in Chihiro's heart causing him to immediately disintegrate.

“Vampire scum!” Byakuya growled in contempt as he walked up to the now alone Kyoko. “Celeste has managed to infect nearly every male student in the school.”

“Yeah!” Sayaka frowned as she spontaneously appeared right next to him. “I totally offered to sell the rest of you out if she’d let me have Makoto and Leon but she was just too greedy!”

“Did you just happily confess to being willing to sell us out?”

“Yep! And I’d do it again too!”

“Nearly every.” Kyoko meanwhile had other concerns as she looked at Byakuya. “So you're the only boy left that is not a vampire.”

“Well no, Makoto is vulnerable to Celeste’s mind control but he is immune to being turned into a vampire himself.” Togami adjusted his glasses as looked down the dark hallway. “Something about his unique species keeps him from transforming.”

“Guys!” Aoi burst into the room. “Mondo was turned into a vampire and got a mutual kill with Sakura! Something's gone wrong!…. Also I ate all of Junko’s guns!”

She also killed vampire Taka while he was crying over the death of his bro. It made Aoi so sad that had to kill him, but Aoi wasn’t going to tell anyone else that.

“Hmm.” Kyoko frowned. “Speaking of Junko…. Where is she?”

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Mukuro frowned as she ripped off a cultist's head and threw it so hard it put a hole through a separate cultist's torso. 

“Stupid doomsday cults.” She spat. “I could be hanging around with my friends right now but noooooo you idiots have to try and kidnap Makoto yet again!... I’m going to kill all of you extra hard for that!” 

This was almost as bad as dealing with that robot Junko built using Monokuma’s Beta design and locked it in the Hopes Peak Academies basement when it proved to be unbearable even for her.

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“Hey guy!” Vampire Leon confronted the rest of Class 78. “I’m here to st-”

And then he looked down to see Byakuya had already driven a stake into his heart..

“Whoa.” Leon murmured. “Nice shot.”

And then he poofed into dust.

“.......Good thing Makoto can bring back the dead.” Kyoko commented dryly. “Even if it ruined my attempts to convince him that Monokuma killed off his family already.”

“I’m here to get you to kill each other.” Monokuma replied dryly. “And since I know Makoto isn’t directly killing anyone except theoretically Sayaka or Chisa Yukizomi I don’t really feel the need to make his life any worse…. I mean he’s still a massive enabler but compared to the rest of you that's saint like.”

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“Aaaaah.” Celeste learned back into her chair as she sipped a nice cup of tea. For someone that had never brewed a cup before in his life Hifumi was shockingly good at it. Almost as if he’d learned at some point and then forgotten. “This is a good start to plans of world domination.”

“Start?” Makoto blinked. “Mistress isn’t the world already destroyed?”

“Yes but people are resilient.” Celeste shrugged. “I figured I’d just make the boys my vampire slaves and wait out society's attempts at rebuilding… and then I’ll take over the world.”

“I thought everyone in our class but me wanted to destroy the world though?”

“Well.” Celeste smiled. “It would be the destruction of the world of man,  age of the vampire and all that…. Natural humans would still be around as food and eye-candy but vampires would be the dominant species.”

“Oh.” Makoto paused before smiling. “Well I for one welcome our new vampire overlords!”

“I can’t tell if you're saying that because you're enthralled or because you're just that nice of a guy.” Celeste frowned. “Hifumi, do you have any idea?”

“I think he’s just being nice, my lady.” Hifume said as he brewed the older vampire another cup of tea. “He seemed mostly aware of himself when he said that.”

Makoto shrugged. “I’m not usually one to hold a grudge unless it’s against Sayaka…. I mean I hate Yukizome too but that's just genetics.”

“True.” Celeste took a sip from tea. “Good work Hifumi… Hmmmm it appears the remaining humans have formed a proper resistance… how annoying.”

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“Yeah!” Monokuma shoulder as he hefted a stake loaded crossbow. “Let's do this?”

“Why is Monokuma helping us?” Aoi asked as she tiled her head. “And why does he even need to.”

“Because the stupid vampire magic cut off a lot of my control so I only have access to this one Monokuma unit.” The Monochrome bear replied as he aimed his weapon down the hallway. “Also I’ve always wanted to fight a vampire uprising! Missed out on my one chance in high school actually.”

“What?”

“Yeah, I came down with a horrible flesh eating illness on exactly the same day my vampire classmate decided to take over the school.” Monokuma frowned. “By the time I got better the situation was over so I basically missed out on all the fun….. And also that same vampire befriended everyone else after said incident so they didn’t try to do that again.”

“Uuuh… that's oddly specific.”

“YOUR ODDLY SPECIFIC!”

“What are those two doing?” Sayaka asked as she, Byakuya, and Kyoko followed behind them.

“Something supid.” Byakuya replied dryly. “Try to ignore them.”