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The Misadventures of the Third Enoshima (1) | Yandere Danganronpa

For the first official game, I can see you physically not being apart of it

Unfortunately, the Despair twins are all too busy preparing for their roles in the 78th class

So busy they don’t have time to chase you themselves

Much to Mukuro’s chagrin

Junko leaves it to another to pursue you’re hiding and un-brainwashed

“Nenene~Kamakura-Sen-Pai! You’ll find my precious baby bird? They’ve seemed to run off at the height of our despair!”

“Why should I? It could be boring, chasing down this...bird of yours.”

“Hmmm, it could! I never thought about it that way~! You know what I’ll just have that pig do it instead since you’re so preoccupied hanging out with the 77th class! Tata.”

He pulls out her mini photobook with various snapshots of you he so easily swiped

None of which have you posing for them

It was easy to swipe

And wordlessly he’s accepted her favor

Why? 

Something about this mere picture of you feels….far from boring

So while you continue to be on the run vaguely aware of your being followed 

You can only look on as the friends you once knew are forced to kill themselves in a mutual killing game

Slowly unraveling the truth surrounding their despairful entrapment

Meanwhile, you begin to try and see if there’s a way you can remind the 77th class of who they are before this

Just narrowly surviving and thwarting their grand plots of despair

In the midst of this is where those at the future foundation find their interest in you 

“(Y/n)? Last name?”

“Does it really matter now? The point is I’m trying to help.”

It’s up to you whether to tell the sword-wielding Munakata or let him figure it out himself

Either way, you’re actions and adorably cute pleading face has him taking you under his wing

“Fine (Y/n)...for your safety you should take my last name earlier than planned. So that you’re past doesn’t interfere with the hope you’ll bring.”

“Thanks Kyosuke for believing in me!”

“What are you talking about (Y/n)-chi~? You did it all by yourself fighting despair on your own for soo long.”

“Chisa–”

“Yeah but don’t expect us to just leave you unattended! Knowing you you’d get yourself killed in seconds.”

“Hey!”

“Juzo don’t be mean!”

“All that being said…welcome to the Future Foundation (Y/n). Let’s cure the world of despair.” 

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Big Sis | Yandere Junko and Mukuro

A Concept To Maybe Continue...

You knew something was different about your older sisters. According to others, sisters their  age fought all the same…just not with high-grade weapons. Your sisters were Junko Enoshima and Mukuro Ikusaba–The ever hated Despair Twins. 

It was terrifying or it would be if you weren’t desensitized to the overwhelmingly radical personalities. Oddly enough you're usually not on the receiving end of their despairful escapades. Instead forced to be smothered by your sisters' obsessive and possessive tendencies. That made you an unwilling bystander to their crimes. 

Mukuro was the better one, more inclined to be a nurturing older sister. Scratch that, she essentially instated herself as your motherly figure. Using the skills she was naturally inclined to as the ultimate super soldier to take over most of your needs. From infancy to junior high she’s intent on carrying you around and spoon-feeding you the meals that she cooked. You’d like to say she didn’t do the weird blushing thing that she did with Junko’s violent affection but that’d make her too normal. She had her moments but more often than not she was infamous for getting overly excited about all the small things. 

First school uniform?

“Baby, you look perfect!”

“Muki-chan you’re nose is running.”

“Oh is it?”

Eating your favorite food?

“You’re such a messy eater, (Y/n)! Here I’ll get that for you.”

“Are you-? You’re not throwing that in the trash are you?”

“Oh (Y/n) what are you doing talking? Eat your food.”

Simply existing within her vicinity?

“Hah~Look at them sleep so soundly! My (Y/n)~!”

You really didn’t like waking up to her drool on your face, or at least that’s what you hope it is.

But if you compared that to Junko’s behavior it was more of a minor inconvenience to know your sister’s watching stalking you diligently. Junko had the most prevalent despair-filled behavior but not in the way many would think. 

“Oi oi don’t go runnin’ from your big sis! It be pretty despairing if those friends you’re running to all died horribly in front of you?”

Always keeping you within arms reach, in her lap, or her actively making you aware of whatever despair she was deciding to inflict. Unlike her treatment of Mukuro which was truly ever to encourage her obsession with despair she seemed to satisfy in simply you. Having you, living with you, keeping you, killing for you, causing despair in your name It was an anomalous relationship with an abnormal girl; a love for you that was measured by her burning love(?) for you. But her affection wasn’t shown in any typical fashion as any would guess. Locking your friends in a room and enticing them to plan murders. Or that one time when she dressed you up as a baby to ‘relive the grand ol’ days’. Playful pushes, pinching at your cheeks, writing her name somewhere on your body, and including you in her violent rampages. The sight of Mukuro’s blushing face was a familiar one for you.

“Upupupu did you think you could runoff with that scumbag without sharing the fun times!?”

“Little (Y/n)! Did they hurt you? What am I saying, of course they did! I’ll brutalize them soon!”

Leading up to the biggest, most Awful, most Tragic event in human history your sisters were occupied with. Putting their plan in action they let you slip away with nothing but a tracker on. A tracker you were able to locate and stick to some unsuspecting pigeon.

With your newfound freedom you enjoyed yourself to the fullest completely unaware of the impending doom that would have been birthed from the walls of Hope’s Peak. By the time the world had truly began to be consumed by despair you were far from the school and fending off the Monokuma–masked assailants. For whatever reason the broadcasts didn’t affect you like it did others and that alone made you a person of interest to the graduated Ultimates. After hours of interrogation and questioning you were deemed not a threat but an asset in bringing down the host of the killing game. 

“Upupupu you plebs out there still rooting for hope are cheering aren’t yuh!? Well for the glorious agents of despair I’ve got a job for ya–” 

Now revealed: Junko Enoshima appeared in a prerecorded message beckoning the 77th class to snap and snicker at her voice.

“If you’re looking for the next instigator of despair it’ll be the living one! Baby (Y/n)!!!” Tongue out with those despair-filled eyes, as the video cuts to a picture of all three of you–zooming in on your unsuspecting chubby face. All though it was an old photo it resembled you enough and that was all it took to start the latest wave of despair.

Under Munukata’s leadership you just barely escaped his sword. By his divination you were still an ultimate, an ultimate targeted by the wicked Ultimate Despair. So naturally you should stay by his side even as the 77th class began to converge on your location, eager to plummet the world into deeper despair. Forget the way he so willingly strikes down any who attempt to befriend you or the way he demands you listen to his odd rules ‘to keep you safe.’ Forget all about how even after their reformation they still seem keen on meeting you and bringing you with them. And be sure to ignore how  even more nameless victims of despair attempt to weasel their way to you. 

Even in her death they seemed to birth an obsession around you.

“Awww didn’t think a silly thing would stop me baby bird! I’ve always wanted to give you the despairful birth you deserve. Corrupting all hope to fall into disgustingly delicious despair! Love can be cruel can’t it!?”