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All woke up, thinking they were reunited. Aoi, Ryota, Makoto…and, actually no. Scratch that. Kyoko’s not awake.
“Pass the 4th round with Makoto Naegi Alive,” the screen of her silver bangel read. Her face lolled to the right side, with the left side of her body completely purple.
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Somedays, Makoto was Kyoko’s baby. And on the rarest occasions, Kyoko was Makoto’s baby. He adored the moments which Kyoko could be venerable; the nights they spend where Kyoko could sob her eyes out and Makoto would hold her; the moments when she was sick, anything where Makoto could heal the small wounds and break her ice cold personality.
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She hid everything. He’d lost his baby. His everything, infact. He planned of the future they would have, being 100 percent confident that Kyoko would make it out alive. All plans included Kyoko. He wanted to die with her.
Someone bring out the despair video, that’s all he wanted.
Would you let Makoto in? Would you let him into the absolute pit of death and despair? These feelings overcame him to the point of paralyzation: he couldn’t move.
While Aoi wept and whaled..he just, sat there in disbelief. Was she really dead? He didn’t see her chest rise and fall at all. He knew what a dead body looked like, but she hadn’t entered any sort of mortis…no color drained…just purple on the left.
Her body was limp, as every limb fell with gravity. Her hair was frizzy from the sweat she endured in the past days…not like she struggled.
Even with the small thoughts of hope, the pessimism always had to shine through. She still wasn’t there, so why would he even bother?
He’d permanently lost his everything when he was finally fine. Only when he thought they were finally reunited for the rest of the game, no.
He wasn’t finally fine at all. Infact, he was finally in a trance of despair, the one thing to annihilate hope.
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Makoto now found himself tied up, watching Junko Enoshima’s suicide video. His screams could be heard from a mile away as he struggled to harm himself. He was basically in a strait jacket.
Nobody was there to save him. Not his baby: she was dead. The ghost of Kyoko would watch him die.
His baby was there for him, as a ghost, lost in death (a coma). She would watch him die from screaming due to the absolute terror he faced.