#ultra despair girls fanfic

[eeveesplace]

Regressuary 2025 Day 14

“Kotoko regresses from fear.”

Please heed the warnings for this one! There are some heavy topics included, but nothing explicit.

🩷 Many thanks to @mcschnuggles for the prompts list! 🩷

Character: Kotoko Utsugi

Word Count: 302

Applicable Tags: Post-DR:AE, Implied/Referenced Childhood Sexual Abuse, Impure Regression, Nightmares, Panic Attacks, Flashbacks, Coloring, Plushies, Music Boxes, Regressor Kotoko Utsugi, POV Third Person Omniscient

“Everyone will be gentle with you…”

Kotoko shot out of bed, sobs wracking from her body. The traumatic nightmares, while thankfully less frequent since Monaca’s departure, still tormented her. “N-no… No more g-gentle…” Kotoko struggled to calm her breathing but managed to get her hyperventilating down to in-and-out breaths through her nose and mouth. Finding her favorite pink rabbit plush, she rubbed her hand against the soft, minky fabric to ground herself. She hugged it tight, trying to replace the tainted memories with thoughts of the childhood she wished she had.

Once she had soothed herself enough, Kotoko reached under her bed for her box of markers and coloring book, which was filled with all sorts of adorable animals and scenery. She opened to a page displaying a lush garden, picking shades of green for the leaves and bright pops of color for the flowers. With each stroke of pigment, she tried to push the nightmare out of her mind. The demons couldn’t hurt her anymore, and it was time to take back the youth she deserved.

Kotoko eased into the younger headspace the activity brought, her coloring getting a tad beyond the lines but not so much that it ruined the art for her. Once she finished the picture, she hugged her plush close and cozied into bed. “‘M safe now,” she mumbled. “Nothin’ can hurt us.” The rabbit was filled with weighted beads, which offered reassuring compression.

Kotoko reached for a pastel pink music box on her nightstand decorated with embossed ribbons and gold details. It was a gift from Nagisa, given to her on one of her birthdays. She turned the small key to begin the melody, the chiming of Brahms�� Lullaby easing her into a reverie. She yawned and petted her plush once more, falling back to sleep.

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[masarutalk]

You mean to tell me people from tiktok who find everything cringy and embarrassing and loses their shit when they see “cringe” fandom content think they’re gonna make it on THIS app…?

[as-cruel-as-you]

As Cruel As You - Chapter One

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Attention students of Hope's Peak Academy…

You are special. 

Nothing could ever hurt you as long as you have your talents. Here at Hope's Peak, we strive to pave the way to a greater perfection than what we know now. To create a society of young, promising people with no imperfections whatsoever, to create a more profitable world worth living in, that is our goal...

… as they told us.

Hope's Peak painted the world as a place where you could thrive amongst others in harmony, but if all are to thrive at once, how does one such as yourself remain unique? If you must shine as the brightest star, the rest around you must be extinguished.

Look around the room at the unfamiliar faces surrounding you, and know this: Blood will shed for survival. It is in your nature.

---

“Just in case I forget, my name is Komaru Naegi.”

The Komaru in the mirror blinked.

“Oh, mine too!”

She smiled awkwardly at herself. She was running out of ideas for a unique conversation. She didn’t know how much time had passed. Hell, she didn’t even know how old she was anymore.

“Then again, I'm at that age where you forget how old you are anyway,” she always told herself, “so like sixteen or seventeen…”

Talking to herself was Komaru’s specialty. She was the only person she could talk to in this lonely apartment with no contact or even sight of the outside world. The windows were covered by large metal plates and bars from the outside. Had the sun exploded yet? Komaru would’ve had no idea. Her skin was suffering from it… actually, her whole body was, and her brain too. Vitamins were really all she had outside of food. She believed that she was kidnapped. She hadn’t heard another human voice in… uh… she didn’t know-

“OH! I’ve never heard their voice, but there is someone else I talk to: my caretaker. They bring me food!”

It was through a little delivery slot by the exit door, which had never been opened before. Komaru had never seen her caretaker. They knocked at the door whenever she spoke to them, possibly signaling that they were listening. She just wished she could open it to see them...

“I'm trapped in this apartment, but I don't really care. I just want food and a friend.”

The Komaru in the mirror didn’t respond. She must have run out of things to say. Then again, this Komaru ran out of a lot of interesting things to do and say. She even wore the same three outfits… Well, two of them were actually the same outfit just with sweatpants instead of a skirt, which was what she was wearing now. The other outfit was a pink pajama shirt. It was always at least a little bit exciting when any of them developed a hole or a loose string. Regardless of attire at the moment, there was still nothing to say. Maybe the person at the door would be more fun to talk to? Komaru, as in the one not in the mirror, walked over to the big brown door. It wasn’t actually that big, but it felt like it. Perhaps it was the heaviness in the air that surrounded it. Komaru didn’t really care though.

“Hey buddy!” she called. “I can't keep myself entertained this whole time. I still don't know what you even want from me! You give me supplies, but that's it! What am I, a tamagotchi? Is the world actually just a tamagotchi game? BY THE WAY THE EARTH IS ROUND!!! I haven't lost my mind yet!”

A loud knock at the door responded.

“Aha! There you are!” Komaru said.

Another thump confirmed the greeting.

“Are you gonna let me open the door this time?” Komaru asked.

...

“Can I say hi?”

Though it never worked, Komaru reached to twist the doorknob for the millionth time… and it actually moved.

“… Yo…”

With a smile, Komaru flung the door open to greet her mysterious caretaker. It was standing right in front of her, though she had to look down a bit to see it. She was quite surprised to see it standing on four legs. It was an odd looking bear, its fur split between black and white neatly down the middle of its entire body. It stared at her with both a dead black eye and one of a strange jagged shape that emitted a faint red light. The bear bared it’s sharp, shark-like teeth with a wicked grin.

It was in that moment that Komaru’s body realized for her that she was not, in fact, looking at what had been taking care of her these past few however-long-it’s-beens, and the next thing she knew, she was running down the halls of the apartment building on feet that barely touched the ground. The bear, with clearly audible robotic limbs, pursued her swiftly. Komaru would soon discover that there was more than one of these bears as they would jump out in front of her at various intersecting corridors, forcing her to change direction. In truth, she had no idea where she was going. She had no idea if she would even make it out alive. Well, if she didn’t, at least she had the chance to run around at full speed one last time in an event that she could at least consider new and exciting…

… but alas...

BAM!

Suddenly, Komaru was lying on her back, the wind almost knocked out of her. She began to process the fact that she had just ran into something that let out a very human-like shout as she had collided with it. She tilted her head to see before her a young man about her age pushing himself up off of the floor from the fall. He certainly didn’t dress like his age, what with a black suit and tie, a serious scowl and squinting eyes. He pointed what appeared to be a megaphone at the bear, putting himself between her and it.

“Stay back.”

From the megaphone came a bright blue light that fired at the bear, causing it to explode into pieces in midair as it had attempted to lunge at them. Immediately afterwards, the young man looked back at the floor, squinting until he spotted a pair of white glasses that he proceeded to put back on his face. He then reached down, grabbed Komaru by her wrist and pulled her to her feet. He did all of this as if it was an ordinary day in which he did not just blow up a killer robot bear with a seemingly magical megaphone.

“Komaru Naegi, yes?” he asked in a very flat voice.

Any other day, Komaru would have judged this man as a stuffy brat who thinks he is better than anyone else, but after being isolated from any human interaction for who knows how long, she promptly began suffocating him with a hug.

“Hello human person!” she gleefully chirped. “Hello hello helloooo!!! I'm Komaru!! What's your name? Thank you for saving me! I love you. Are you my caretaker? I've been here for, like, AGES! How are you???”

It took the young man a few seconds of silence to recover from the onslaught of extroverted greetings. He was able to survive the squeeze and wriggle himself free from Komaru’s grasp.

“My name is Byakuya Togami,” he said, brushing his now wrinkled clothes straight. “You'll need this.”

Byakuya took another megaphone from his belt that Komaru had failed to notice until now and handed it to her.

“Oo! Thank you thank you!” Komaru said, thrilled that someone would entrust her with something that could be called a gun.

“It's a hacking gun,” Byakuya explained. “You in particular don't need to know about the hacking part, just the gun part. That device was specifically designed to defend yourself against the Monokumas.”

“The robot bears?”

“… Obviously.”

Byakuya made his way to one of the elevators in the room and pressed the down button.

“Remember to aim for the eye,” he said. “I need you to go to the first floor to meet your escort so that I can stay here and look for more survivors.”

Komaru clung onto Byakuya’s arm as he guided her into the elevator.

“Can I stay with you?” she pleaded. “Pleeeeeaaaase???”

“Sorry, but no,” Byakuya said. “It's too dangerous.”

“But I-!”

“Trust me.”

Byakuya shook her off once more, reached into the elevator and pressed the first floor button.

“Makoto sent me.”

Komaru froze as the doors to the elevator closed.

“… Makoto? M-My brother…? Where's he been?? Is he my escort??? Byakuya!?”

Byakuya could not hear her, or perhaps he ignored her. Soon, Komaru had reached the first floor to meet her escort. The good news is her escort wasn't Makoto. That's only good news because the bad news is that the escort exploded.

“And that's all I remember so far!”

Komaru had awoken on a firm bed within what she would describe as a “prison cell from the future.” Around her wrist was a tight black wristband with a bright red line cutting through the middle. It felt a little heavy and uncomfortable, but she somehow didn’t notice it until she saw it. She didn’t remember ever getting it… perhaps the creature at the foot of her bed knew? Well, it was a person, but it wasn’t quite human. She soon found out that it was yet another boy about her age, but instead of hands and feet, he had terrible claws, and though they were sharp, his face was gentle. His wispy white hair had trailed around his body, markings on his torn clothes dotted his sides a dull red and green, the same colors as his target-like eyes. His snout was narrow, his whiskers long and thin. A long, fluffy tail protruded from his back that wrapped around his body as he was curled up around himself. Even the efforts of his nearly matted fur around his neck and the dark, tight collar that looked much like Komaru’s wristband could not hide the thinness of his bony neck. His frailness and unkempt fur made him look much like a sickly, elderly cat.

Komaru, though surprised by the sight of the young man, didn’t take long to process his existence. He seemed friendly and patient despite his apparent condition. He spoke with a gentle yet raspy voice. Yes, he could indeed speak.

“Greetings,” he had said the moment he realized that Komaru was awake. “Do you remember how you got here?”

Komaru had sat up and done exactly that without question. She didn’t care, it was another person to talk to.

“It was kinda sad seeing the city torn up like that,” she said after reciting everything, “but hey, it's a change of pace in life, I guess.”

“Of all of the hostages, you're the most optimistic,” the boy said.

“Who, me?” Komaru laughed. “Nah, I'm just too tired to scream at whatever gods may or may not be out there, but thanks anyway! So! What's your name, fuzzy fella?”

The creature seemed a little worried about Komaru’s attitude, but she didn’t notice his discomfort.

“The Tamer prefers that everyone calls me by my nickname.”

He placed a paw upon his chest.

“Toto.”

Komaru placed her hand on her chest.

“Komaru.”

Toto gave her a sympathetic smile.

“You'll meet the Warriors themselves shortly,” he continued, his smile fading as he looked down. “… just like everyone else does…”

For once, Komaru noticed the other’s sadness.

“You good?” she asked, tilting her head a little.

After thinking for a few seconds, Toto looked back up at her.

“Komaru, can you make me a promise?”

“That depends on the promise, but I'm listening.”

Komaru waited patiently as Toto took in a long, deep and heavy breath. Something was plaguing his peace of mind.

“My friends and I are imprisoned here,” he said. “If you can win the game you're about to play, we will be freed from our cages… and hopefully, our curses.”

“Curses?” Komaru repeated.

“We used to be completely human,” Toto explained, “but we've been turned into… I'm not even sure what to call it. Weaponized creatures, I suppose. I'm one of the few who can still speak to other humans.”

“… Does this mission involve killing anyone?” Komaru asked. “Just curious.”

“Kill as few as you can, none if any,” Toto said. 

“Well, I'm already wondering where my family is,” Komaru said. “I figured that'd be my mission, but I can take a side quest too. I'll do it!”

Komaru takes Toto’s paw and shakes it.

“Thank you,” he said. “I must warn you, the Warriors may release my friends upon you as weapons. Please, do not kill them under any circumstances.”

“You waited until after I promised to say that, didn't you?”

“Well, you are my only hope as of right now.”

They let go of each other’s hands.

“What about everyone else?” Komaru asked. “Y'know, you mentioned how they all meet the Warriors?”

“You're the first person to make that promise with me,” Toto said. “All others assumed it was a trap. It just goes to show how much you care about others… or perhaps how little you care about yourself.”

Komaru silently ignored that last remark. Not waiting for any kind of response, Toto jumped down from the bed, and from the foot of it, retrieved the hacking gun.

“Oh! My gun!,” Komaru gasped gleefully as Toto placed it in front of her. “Thank you!”

Komaru reached over and pulled Toto into a hug. He made a quiet wheezing sound as she squeezed him, but didn’t protest. Komaru couldn’t help but notice how oily, sweaty clammy he felt.

“Are you alright?” Komaru asked as she let the poor creature go. “You feel gross.”

“I'm as good as I'm gonna get right now,” Toto said, not offended by the rather blunt remark.

“Alright…” Komaru sighed. “It’s just that everyone I've met so far doesn't seem well. I don't know if Byakuya survived the bear attack. He's the guy who took care of me while I was trapped, I think.”

“I'm terribly sorry if he didn't survive,” Toto said softly. “On another pressing note... The Warriors will explain everything else you need to know. I'll guide you to them.”

Toto hopped down from the bed once more and approached the door of the cell. Rearing up on his hind legs, he pressed a button on the wall beside the door and stepped back as it opened. Shuffling off of the bed, Komaru latched the hacking gun to the belt of her pants and followed Toto out of the room. Surprise! They were walking through the halls of what appeared to be… a spaceship? At least in Komaru’s eyes. The walls were of metal, lined with softly glowing beams of blue. The floor, however, was a bit out of place. It was a checker pattern, though at every corner the corridor came to there was a large black tile with a white emblem of a four-pointed star haloed by a ring. Checker patterns always reminded Komaru of casinos or American diners. Perhaps the designer wanted to capture the feeling of the latter or had a gambling addiction. Either way, it was tacky. What was worse than the appearance of the place was the smell. It was different from the cell, which smelled of nothing notable, but here there was a faint smell of… Komaru didn’t know what to call it, but it did indeed remind her of a hospital.

“Ugh, it smells like a hospital in this place,” she groaned. 

“I too am disgusted by the smell,” Toto agreed. “Hospitals hold no fond memories in my mind.”

Through the winding halls they journeyed, though before they even reached their supposed destination, one of the metal doors they passed by notably had monstrous sounds of roaring and growling coming from behind it. Toto didn’t acknowledge it. He warned of nothing, explained nothing, pardoned nothing. In fact, his gaze may have even been averted. Komaru merely glanced at it. She could probably guess what was behind that door… but ultimately she said nothing. She continued to silently follow Toto until they came to a point where the halls intersected four ways. In the center room was the most forgettable sculpture that Komaru had ever seen, so much so that she had forgotten what it even looked like the moment that Toto guided her away and up a flight of stairs. At the top of the stairs was a rather large landing for something that held nothing but a set of large double doors on the opposite end of the room. They were notably white, lined with gold and crowned by an ornate glass window above it. Either the glass or the sky was blood red. Komaru could not be sure. Another thing she could not be sure of was if this place wanted to look like a casino, a spaceship, or a cathedral. Regardless of its intentions, it was kind of ugly. Still, it was a new sight, which made it automatically better than being locked up in that godforsaken apartment.

Toto stopped at the center of the room and sat down, waiting for Komaru to catch up with him. When she did, he just looked at her, though she understood what he meant. She approached those large doors and pushed them open. The place they were in had officially decided that it wanted to be a cathedral, for before them was a grand room of marble… or what at least appeared to be marble. One could not trust the appearance of materials these days. The walls were lined with pillars, golden trim and windows and curtains of red. Every small step Komaru made reverberated through the mostly empty room. The only things present within it besides Komaru and Toto were five children in the dead center grouped in a linear formation, staring at her. None of them could have been older than twelve. They all looked rather calm despite the strange situation everyone seemed to be in. In fact, they stared at Komaru as if they knew exactly what was going on, like they had been anticipating her arrival.

The right-most child was dressed mostly in pink with a warm brown hoodie overlaying her puffy skirt and shorts. There were long white and pink striped stockings beneath her tall brown boots. Her hair was long, even while styled in pigtails topped with a headband that gave her big pink devil horns, all tied together with a little white bow above her bangs. Were her eyes also pink, or was that just a trick on Komaru’s eyes played by the smiling little girl’s rosy cheeks?

The second child had a rather stern look on his face, his blue eyes glaring daggers into Komaru. It was a stare that she was familiar with, but she wasn’t exactly intimidated by him. His hair was short and light blue with two pointed cowlicks that reminded Komaru a bit of cat ears… or perhaps another set of devil horns? His outfit was rather plain, with a pale blue coat and shorts blanketing a darker blue shirt. The sleeves were long like the darker blue stockings that met at his feet with a pair of hook and loop shoes that matched the color of his coat. Around his neck was a striped golden-orange scarf. Overall, it was hard to determine the kind of weather that this kid was dressed for, but he seemed very serious about himself.

The child in the center of the group sat in a red wheelchair. Her eyes were bright green, and though she donned a sweet and innocent face, something about her stare was haunting. Her short curly hair sort of reminded Komaru of pickles. Besides her big red bows atop her head and around the neck of her dark blue dress, the only other notable thing about her was the wolf plush that she was holding upon her lap.

The fourth child finally broke the pattern of hair color matching eye color. His eyes were blue, but his spiky hair and bushy eyebrows were a screaming blood orange. He appeared to be a sporty kid, wearing a striped black and orange shirt beneath a white tank top with denim shorts and sports sneakers. He also wore white headphones, but not even those could suppress his fiery hair. He held a baseball bat over his shoulder in a proud manner.

The left-most child was probably the least excited of them all. In fact, they looked rather sullen. They wore a mask of leather scraps that shielded their face with the exception of their mouth and pale eyes. Dark plastic wire mesh circles covered their ears and a few other spots on their head possibly just for ventilation, but the purpose of the breathing tube that hung in front of their chin was uncertain. They were mostly dressed in brown, their body almost entirely obscured by a long dress shirt with sleeves that went far over their hands. Around their waist was a belt of various little sculpting tools, more of which could be seen protruding from the lid of a white randoseru upon their back.

…

Komaru waved to the five children.

“Hullo!”

“See? I told you guys we should've made our outfits at the Halloween store,” said the sullen child. “Not every Demon is gonna be afraid of us on sight.”

“You know darn well I can't walk through Halloween stores with those crappy decorations that pop out at you!” the girl in pink snapped.

“Guys! Shut up!”

The other children looked to the sporty kid.

“We have to do the thing!” he said. “The protoceratops or whatever it's called.”

“Protocol,” the stern boy corrected.

“Yeah, that,” said the sporty kid, rolling his eyes. “Dinosaurs are cooler but that's what I meant.”

“You have a point,” Komaru said.

“SILENCE, DEMON!”

“Oh my bad.”

“I mean like, thanks for agreeing with me, but shut up. I'm gonna start the Protoceratops now. And I'm calling it that because dinosaurs are awesome and I want to call it that, not because I'm dense.”

Komaru should have guessed early on that these kids had no intention of being peaceful with her. Hell, they could barely remain peaceful with each other, what with the stern boy redirecting his glare of daggers to the sporty kid. The only child who didn’t seem to want to argue in that moment was the girl in the wheelchair. The children all then focused on Komaru.

“We are the Warriors of Hope!” the sporty kid proudly announced. “Thanks to our val-i-ant efforts, the world of Demons has been van-quished, making way for a peaceful and pros-per-ous world for children who shall no longer live in fear of the wrath of adults!”

...

“… Jataro, it's your turn.”

The sullen kid flinched as the sporty kid said his name.

“Oh, right, sorry…” he mumbled before raising his own voice. “Demons brought us nothing but sorrow and led us to fall into a deep pit of despair. We were only rescued when our Goddess chose us as the heroes of our people, and guided us to slay those who had hurt us. She then told us that we were destined to create a Paradise for all children and free us from the world of adults once and for all!” 

“From this, we crafted a game we call "Demon Hunting," where we release our captured Demons and hunt them down,” the girl in pink continued on cue. “Whichever one of us kills the most Demons by the time all Demons have been eliminated wins the right to rule our new world. Do not underestimate our power, as we are the five chosen Lil' Ultimates of Hope's Peak Elementary, and have trained to optimize our abilities.”

“You have been chosen as our next Demon,” said the stern kid. “Together, we will cast you into our new world-”

“THE PARACHUTE!”

The rest of the children scowled at Jataro, minus the girl in the wheelchair, who just looked a tad bit disappointed.

“Uhhh we forgot to give the last Demon a parachute,” Jataro said. “That just kinda ruined the fun early.” 

Komaru felt a slight nudge as Toto had begun carefully strapping a parachute to her back. It must have been difficult with his claws, so she remained as still as she could.

“… Er, thank you, Jataro,” the stern boy reluctantly said before continuing. “Together, we will cast you into our new world, our Paradise! You only have so much time to see what the whole world will look like after you've left it! Who will it be who hunts you down? Will it be…”

“Masaru, the Fighter!” shouted the sporty kid.

“Jataro, the Priest!” piped up Jataro, whose name had already been uttered multiple times in annoyance.

“Kotoko, the Tamer!” the girl in pink said cutely.

“Nagisa, the Sage!” said the stern boy firmly.

“Or Monaca, the Mage?” the girl in the wheelchair nearly whispered.

The girl now known as Monaca retrieved a small remote with a big red button from her pocket, aiming it in Komaru’s direction.

“Demon, do you have any last words before the Hunt begins?” she asked with that haunting voice of hers.

Komaru stared blankly. She looked back at Toto, who was sitting a little far back by the door. He looked gloomy, but there was a gleam of hope in his eyes…

...

“… Hey, I'm sorry, I kinda zoned out for most of that,” Komaru said. “Could you guys repeat what you said?”

The children stared at Komaru for a few seconds with the most disappointment she had ever seen on the faces of children before Monaca promptly pressed the button. Before she knew it, the ground beneath Komaru had vanished, and she was swallowed into a deep red sky. In that moment, she screamed, and though she would later find that it should have been more so in fear, for now it was mostly with excitement to feel the wind on her face again, to feel some kind of rush of adrenaline, to breathe the murky outside air...

Finally, something, anything was happening.

[wastokins]

I'm sorry, Danganronpa has officially taken over my brain to the point where I physically need to write a fic about it rn or I will die.

I feel like the Warriors of Hope are the series biggest missed opportunities, fumbling them - so I intend to right that wrong.

I present the first chapter of Danganronpa - 'Now and Then'!

Quick content warning - The Warriors of Hope all have fucked up pasts. There is a lot of child endangerment.

Links:

fanfiction.net/s/14377329/

wattpad.com/1465572512

archiveofourown.org/works/57746530

[nabateaprodigy]

This is probably the weirdest request ever but can I request Mukuro, Junko, Komaru, and Sonia with a s/o that turned into a marketable plushy? I don't mean someone made a plushy of them I mean they were transformed into it. I had a nightmare where that happened to me and for some reason, it was the worst thing I've ever dreamt.

Please Don't Turn Me Into a Marketable Plushy!

Series: Danganronpa.

Characters: Mukuro, Junko, Komaru, and Sonia.

Genre: Fluff/Crack.

Reader: Gender Neutral.

Notes: I'm a person who doesn't dream much but even when I do it's usually a nightmare. But this is ridiculous! But like so funny at the same time! But bestie what's going on to be having dreams like this? 😭

Mukuro

Quite it had been suspicious quite as of late Mukuro had noticed. By now she would have expected you to be by her side. At first she was worried very worried that something could have happened to you.

She knew you could handle yourself but even still she was still worried. The feelings of worry would hold merit in time. As the school day had ended and Mukuro had not seen you she decided to check up on you herself.

Mukuro had texted you multiple times throughout the day and had gotten no reply. Strange as you would always reply to her as quickly as you could. This didn't cause her to panic as there are many suitable reasons why you wouldn't text her throughout the day.

Soon Mukuro had made it to your home and let herself in with the spare key that you had given her. Stepping into your home she called out for you. "S/O?" No response.

She made her up to your bedroom as maybe you had slept in or were sick. Although nothing could have prepared her for what she was about to see. "S/O? Are you in there? I'm coming in." Mukuro spoke as she opened the door to your bedroom.

"Mukuro! Help me!" A voice could be heard in the room it took a second to register. But Mukuro was able to pinpoint the voice with her vigilant eyes.

She looked at the desk in your and a plushy could be seen. No wait a plushy of you surely. However, as she moved closer it became clear that the plushy was indeed you.

"S/O? Is that you? What happened to you?" Mukuro questioned as kneeled to get a closer look at you. "I'm not sure! I just woke up like this! I tried to call and text you but I can't do anything as a plushy!" You spoke jumping up and down your arms flapping up and down like a bird's wings.

"..." Mukuro was speechless I mean who wouldn't be?!? What are you supposed to do let alone say something about this?

After regaining her composer Mukuro picked you put and put you in her blazer pocket. "I'll take care of you for now let's wait until tomorrow to see if you return to normal. If not then we can ask one of the Ultimates for help." Mukuro spoke as a smile grew on your face.

Finally, this will be a great way to see your girlfriend in action as she practices her skills as an Ultimate! A smile began to grow on Mukuro's face as she looked at you somehow you looked even cuter as a plushy.

Junko

You were late...very late! Where the hell were you?!? THE JUNKO ENOSHIMA! had invited YOU!

To be at a photoshoot with her and you were late nowhere to be seen. Heck, she wanted you to join her and get pictures taken! Well fine, be that she if she cares! (Honestly, I would say she does care but it's probably causing her despair by you not being there. So it's probably not affecting all that much but you never know with how unpredictable she is.)

Once this entire photoshoot was over she went to your home and DEMAND an answer! Heck! Screw the photoshoot! She needed her answers now! Confused by her outburst no one could do anything to stop her from leaving.

Loud knocks could be heard at your front door. "S/O? S/O? Open up! I know you're in there! You queen of despair demands to know why you weren't at the photoshoot!" More knocks could be heard after she spoke.

But then loud bangs could be heard from your front door. What was she...was she kicking your door down? She's insane! (Now ain't that the truth.)

She could be heard running around your look for you and possibly breaking a few things along the way. She then made her grand entrance into your room by nearly kicking the door off its hinges. "Hey! Stop it! You'll destroy my home! You've already destroyed some of it!"

A voice could be heard and Junko looked around until she saw a plushy that looked like you sitting on the table. "HAHAHAHAHA WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO YOU?!?! YOU LOOK RIDICULOUS!!" Wow, how comforting...

Junko spoke as picked you by the head and placed you on top of her head like a crown. "Come on my beloved I'll show you what despair looks like firsthand!" Junko spoke dashing out of your room. Will you return to normal? Who knows...

Komaru

Komaru had spent her day drawing manga and well she lost track of time. While she was taking a break from drawing she realized she hadn't heard from you in a while! She has sent you a text. 'Hey S/O! How are you? Are you doing okay?'

She set her phone down and went back to drawing and expected a response soon. Although as more time passed a response never came. Thinking you were just busy Komaru sent another text.

Although more time has passed and Komaru still hasn't heard back from you. This caused her to worry so she decided to leave and go to your home. You had given her a spare key and let her enter your home if she ever needed anything.

"S/O?" Komaru called out to you as she entered the home closing the door behind her. She had gotten no response from you she walked looking for you. Making her way upstairs she decided to check your bedroom as you weren't anywhere on the first floor.

Komaru knocked before entering your bedroom. "S/O? Are you in there? I'm coming in." Komaru spoke as she entered your room.

"Komaru! Over here!" A voice could be heard in the room after looking around for a while Komaru was able to pinpoint where the voice had come from. It was from you or well a plushy that looked like you.

"S/O? Is that you? What happened?" Komaru spoke as she got closer to the desk you were on. "I'm not sure Komaru! I just woke up like this!"

Komaru held out her hand and you jumped onto it. "You're so cute S/O! This just gave me a great idea for a manga! Come on I'll bring you to my place so we can work on it together!"

Komaru smiled as she held you in her hands. You were so cute like this and she'd have to take pictures! But most of all she can show you how much of an amazing girlfriend she is by protecting you!

Sonia

There could only be one cause for why you were like this now. Like what exactly? Like a plushy yes that's right you awoke to find yourself now as a plushy.

You knew Sonia was good friends with Gundham but this was just ridiculous! Had something gone wrong while they were doing black magic? Or was this something that Sonia wanted to happen?

Well, you truly had no idea and could only guess and wait. Waiting was all you really could do as being plushy had its limitations. On the other hand, you looked adorable!

You can only imagine how Sonia would react to something like this. Oh well, it's not like you would mind anyway. Being cared for and adored as a plushy while your girlfriend takes care of you?

You suppose there was nothing to complain about although this waiting was killing you! Just how much longer would Sonia be? You need to be with her at once!

Click

However, it seems you were in luck as Sonia has now returned! "Sonia! Sonia! Over here!" You called out to her as you jumped to get her attention. Sonia was stunned for a moment but then recovered from her moment of shock.

"Oh my! S/O? Is that you? What happened? You are simply adorable!" Ah, there is was you expected to find you even more adorable like this. I mean you are her partner so of course you were adorable!

Sonia had moved closer to the desk that you were sitting on as a smile appeared on her face. She held out her hands and you hopped onto them as held you gently. "You are simply adorable! Come S/O I have many outfits your size! You must try them you will look wonderful!"

"But Sonia-" you had tried to ask her if you were like this because of something to do with Gundham and black magic. But Sonia had cut you off before you could finish. "Oh! I must get my camera!" Oh well, you'll deal with that later your just happy to spend time with Sonia.

[socte-blue]

CHAPTER TWO IS OUT!!! (FUCKING FINALLY) (SORRY FOR THE WAIT)

I had a lot of fun writing this chapter, as much as I love Toko she’s difficult to get in the head of sometimes. here begins the semi-long part of the fic before they meet officially … I do love filler…

[brainfilehasstoppedworking]

Taichi yawned drowsily as he held Takemichi in his arms. He leaned his head on Takaaki's chest, grinning softly. "He's asleep. I'm glad…he needed it." Taichi said in a whisper. Takaaki nodded, humming in agreement. "You should sleep, too. You seem tired." Takaaki told him. "I don't want to leave you the only one awake. Might as well have two people alert." Taichi argued gently.

"Rest, Taichi." Takaaki said, kissing the man's cheek. Taichi sighed and got comfortable. "You know…I feel like…I feel like we're a small family. You, me and our kid." Taichi said, running a hand through Takemichi's blond hair.

Takaaki smiled, chuckling. "I guess so, Dear." He agreed. Taichi sleepily continued smiling before he himself fell asleep.

Family…

Takaaki hadn't had a proper family for a while. It had always been just him and Taka. They were family. Until all of this happened. All of this…ruining their lives. Takaaki wondered if they would've at least been sort of family. Taichi, Chihiro and Takemichi joining him and Taka in their home.

It would've been brighter at least. Less awkward silence. Maybe he would've even saw Taka so happy. Happier than he ever was. Happier than when it was them only.

Takaaki removed his coat and wrapped it around Takemichi and Taichi. He pulled them closer and closed his eyes. He wasn't going to fall asleep, he didn't feel tired, but he just wanted to have them closed for a bit. Imagining a better life with his family. Though, that life was now far behind and far in front of them. Normalcy…he missed it.

Takemichi stirred and leaned on Takaaki as well.

…

Well. Only thing from this shitty life that he would've seen himself missing was this. His lovely Taichi and the boy he grew to care for as his own, Takemichi. What bliss. The held them close to him, sighing contently. He didn't want to lose this. He'll make sure nothing will happen to them. Ever.

[doggosage]

Masaru X Jataro UDG (Fluff)

"I sometimes wish to see the sky as blue again..." Jataro said as he sips on his drink. "Yeah, well... It won't matter when we are in charge! We will kill all grown-ups and when that day comes, the sky will be blue and it the clouds will be white once again!" Masaru said to Jataro. They were in the untouched ice cream shop. Sitting at one of the booths and looking out the window. The town was broken down and on fire. smoke from said fire filled the sky above. Jataro looked down and sighed. "Hey, what's wrong?" Masaru asked softly but Jataro just shook his head. "It's nothing-" "You know you can just take off that mask right?" Masaru cut Jataro off to ask that. Jataro blushed under his mask. "A-Are you sure?" Jataro asked nervously. "Would I lie to you?" Masaru asked with a smile and playfully leaned over to punch Jataros arm. Jataro runs his arm light and blushed more. "Okay..." He said and took off his mask and Masaru smiled more. "See! Isn't that better?" Masaru asked and Jataro giggled and tilts his head slightly. "I guess, thank you Masaru. You are so cool! Being able to look at me without my mask on... You are so brave and stuff!" Jataro said making Masaru blush lightly and cross his arms on the table. "Of course I am cool! I am the leader after all!" Masaru takes a sip of his drink as Jataro picked up his cup and closed his eyes. "Yeah... You are the best leader ever," Jataro said while both boys' hearts were racing.

Masaru didn't like the idea of being gay, yet... his heart races for Jataro. He was told by his father that gays go to hell and that he will never be gay but... Jataro made him feel something no girl has. Meanwhile, Jataro didn't know what he was feeling. He thought he was just happy because of how fast his heart was beating. Because of the lack of love, he never found out what it was all about.

Yet, here both sit; across from each other smiling like idiots and blushing at each other while the world falls apart around them. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

fluI just wanted to do a little silly haha. I love my gay sons so much! My friend Moss and I ship them while Kinning Masaru and Jataro. XDD This one is for you, Moss!

[demons-mind]

I know I promised the second game boys but I figured I would do this one first, so here are my head cannons for Ultra despair girls for Pride month!!!

Hope you all like it!!!

[kyokid0]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Dangan Ronpa Another Episode: Ultra Despair Girls Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Fukawa Toko & Naegi Komaru, Fukawa Toko/Naegi Komaru Characters: Fukawa Toko, Naegi Komaru Additional Tags: Bisexual Fukawa Toko, Lesbian Naegi Komaru, POV Naegi Komaru, can be read as both romantic and/or platonic, Not Beta Read, My First Fanfic Summary:

“I don’t know…” she stopped to think for a moment “I just love you, Toko.” She quietly giggled before draping her arms around her waist to pull her into a safe and comfortable hug.

read my shitty ass fanfic and give me writing advice please <3

[eeveesplace]

Regressuary 2025 Day 17

“Komaru and Toko work together to take care of Kotoko.”

🩷 Many thanks to @mcschnuggles for the prompts list! 🩷

Ship: Toko Fukawa & Komaru Naegi & Kotoko Utsugi

Word Count: 324

Applicable Tags: Post-DR:AE, Characters Playing Animal Crossing Game(s), Candy, Plushies, Comfort No Hurt, Toko Fukawa Being Toko Fukawa, Regressor Kotoko Utsugi, Carer Komaru Naegi, Carer Toko Fukawa (Kinda), POV Third Person Omniscient

“I’m not good with kids!”

“Just… try your best, Toko! She needs our help, for sure.” Komaru peeked around the corner of the side room, looking at where Kotoko sat in a mountain of plushies. “It’s the least she deserves after all she’s been through.”

Komaru walked over to her, kneeling to get on her level. She waved, trying to get her attention. “Hey, Kotoko!”

The young girl looked up from her Switch, fully absorbed in her playthrough of Animal Crossing. “Huh?”

“Toko,” Komaru looks behind herself, and Toko scurries over to her side. “And I were wondering if you needed us for anything. Snacks, some company?”

“Hmm…” Kotoko pondered if she needed anything, as having someone supportive of her regression was new. “Candy?”

“Yeah, we can do that!” Komaru gave a thumbs up, then turned to Toko. “Hey, remember when we got all that stuff for the pantry in the hotel room? There should be some gummies in there!”

“Why do I have to be the one-” Komaru’s puppy-dog eyes convinced the older woman. “Fine. You owe me a favor next time!” Toko left to find the aforementioned treats, leaving Komaru and Kotoko together.

“Whatcha playing? That is, if you’d like to show me.” Kotoko tilted her Switch to show off her island, which was decorated with all sorts of pink flowers and furniture. “Oh, wow! You sure have a way with brightening things up!”

The pigtailed girl smiled and ran her villager in circles. “Lots of fun! And adorbs.”

Toko returned with the snacks and sat beside Komaru, but not before stealing one for herself. She passed the bag to the younger woman, who poured some gummy candy into Kotoko’s hand. “What, are you her mother now?”

“Hey! I just wanna make sure she stays out of trouble, that’s all.” Komaru leans into Toko’s ear and whispers. “I doubt either of us want to deal with her running around all sugared up.”

Liked this and want more? Check the full Regressuary fic on my AO3 here!

[masarutalk]

Biblically accurate masaru

[wastokins]

After a rough fortune, Monaca just wants to be alone with her emotions for a bit... Until Big Brother shows up to make literally everything worse.

I present - Chapter 9 of 'Now and Then!'

Links - http://fanfiction.net/s/14377329/ http://wattpad.com/1465572512 http://archiveofourown.org/works/57746530

[chickuin]

Oh my god does anyone know the Danganronpa: THH fanfic where everybody who dies wakes up in the morgue and like escapes the building and like journeys through the ruins of the city, (Like the Ultra Despair Girls city) it’s been driving me crazy, I read it once and I haven’t been able to find it since 😭.

[hopeymchope]

what's some criticism you have about makoto/the most valid criticism you've sene of him?

I've been sitting on this ask for like a week, because I've been struggling with it. Even when I think I remember one that hits a solid mark, I then mentally argue it down to being a non-issue.

The only criticism I've seen that ever hit any kind of mark for me is some fans' frustrations that he didn't endure/overcome much personal loss compared to many of the characters around him, because he repeatedly seems to luck out and have it work out in the end. This usually comes from people who are bitter about Kirigiri's survival in DR3, but I can understand that having Naegi's seeming losses get reversed or resolved whereas someone like Fuyuhiko has to lose his sister and then just carry on with it... it can seem kind of unfair. Why does he get to keep his secondary protag/potential love interest, but Hajime loses Chiaki? Why does he get his sister back safely while Asahina loses her brother forever? And so on.

The first counter to this complaint is that, well, he seemingly / maybe / probably? lost his parents during the tragedy. But those with this complaint find it frustrating that this is kept open-ended and hopeful, still leaving him with a chance to once again reverse/undo his loss. Despite seeing their corpses pretty clearly broadcast on television during Ultra Despair Girls, when Komaru finally gets to the actual place the Naegi parents are supposed to be? They aren't there, leaving her with a sense of hope that she'll still find them somehow alive.

The second counter to this complaint is that obviously Makoto still loses tons of friends during the course of DR1. Even if he doesn't immediately remember how close they all were, its implied in DR2 that they maybe/probably got those memories back later. Which had to make it pretty devastating.

Those who harbor this complaint have sometimes said that Naegi's unrelenting hope would mean more if he actually had to overcome a permanent loss. But I think that rings kind of hollow when you consider that he manages to remain hopeful even in the immediate aftermath of Kyoko's "death" in DR3. At this lowest possible point, he stands strong.

And despite how much I'm arguing against this complaint? I still think it rings kind of true. Because it DOES feel unfair that he gets off relatively lightly compared to so many other characters. Togami loses everything that defined him, everything that he based his pride and reputation on. Kirigiri loses Samidare brutally, finds her father's body without even knowing if the two of them ever achieved any kind of closure, and the question of whether she ever reunites with her grandfather is left wide open. Class 77-B may only lose ONE of their friends and classmates, but they also lose their freedom and their ability to live a peaceful life by accepting and embracing not only the guilt of their actions as Remnants, but also taking on the guilt of what happened in the Future Arc of DR3. Maki loses Kaito, Shuichi loses Kaito AND Kaede, and so on. These characters are forced to carry on after permanent, undeniable losses.

For those reasons, I do prefer to think that the Naegi parents are later confirmed dead. It gets Naegi more of a permanent, personal loss to endure and overcome in the longer term—I even wrote a fanfic one-shot about it.

But you know, I feel like I should mention that, for those who think Makoto gets off light because he's a "creator's pet" or something? There is someone in the DR1 who ultimately gets off even lighter than Naegi: Yasuhiro Hagakure. The ONLY seeming personal loss he ever endures is his mom — and he gets her back safe and sound! But I guess he's very rarely explored seriously since he's mostly comic relief... so maybe people don't worry about him as much.

[as-cruel-as-you]

What is As Cruel As You?

As Cruel As You is a rather unfaithful AU retelling of Danganronpa Another Episode: Ultra Despair Girls. It is an illustrated fanfiction that will be posted both here on Tumblr and on AO3. Written and illustrated by @techno-dragon , it first began creation in April of 2021, and is finally launching September 28th, 2024.

You can start reading on Tumblr here: As Cruel As You Chapter One

Also on AO3!

The hashtag used for this project and posts regarding it is #danganacay (combining "dangan" and the project's acronym)

Important things to note:

While this is referred to as a "retelling" of UDG, it is also an AU, and will very soon become very unfaithful to the source material.

Because I was introduced to Danganronpa through official translations and releases, I will be using the characters' given names rather than their family names.

I first started working on this in 2021, it's been through a lot and parts may take varying amounts of time if I find something I truly wish to revise.

Speaking of taking a long time, this fanfic is not only long but also illustrated, so updates will take much time. I expect that the entire story will take several years before it is completed. If it helps you figure it out, I'm currently transforming this work from a script format (it was originally going to be a comic) to a fully written format, and the amount of pages it has so far is 398. This will get longer as I continue to write the details.

It's very weird, but there's a reason why.

Thank you for your patience and understanding!