Saviour

Ultra Hope Boys

   Servant hums happily as he skips happily alongside Hinata, enjoying the feeling of the wind blowing through his hair. Hinata still looks a little queasy from the decaying bodies and blood of Towa Tower but the semi-fresh air of the outside seems to be helping him out.

   They can hear the sounds of Monokumas foraging and scurrying around in the distance but none seem to be coming towards them so they should be safe for the moment. They really should find something they can fight them with.

   "Are you feeling any better, Hinata-kun? Yes, that's it, breathe the semi-polluted air." Servant encourages, smiling brightly at him.

   Hinata shrugs. "Yes, I feel better. But that doesn't make this situation any better." He huffs.

   "Aw, poor little Hinata-kun. How pathetic. Suck it up, this is your life now! Just focus on not getting yourself killed and I'll handle the rest."

   He furrows his brow. "Well, you don't need to be so mean about it." He grumbles.

   "Well, the only thing I've ever been able to accept something was by getting it thrown harshly in my face. Tough love, you might say? I'm not quite sure how to explain."

   "Well I hate to break it to you, Servant, but that angle doesn't work on me." 

   Nana-She used to tease Hinata relentlessly about how sensitive he was and how he always overreacted every time he lost a game against her (which was every time they ever played). Of course, being the amazing girl she was, she never took it too far and always knew when to stop. They ended up knowing each other so well. . .

   "I'll make a note." Is all the fluffy-haired Despair says in response.

   Around the corner of one of the buildings, one of those children wearing a blue-green sweater-vest and a Monokuma mask. They slowly step out and into our path just a couple of feet up ahead, holding something behind their back.

   Hinata stops walking, grabbing Servant's arm and effectively stopping him in his tracks as well.

   The Monokuma kid tilts their head to the side, and giggles.

   "What does it want?" Hinata whispers, "Do you think it's going to attack us?"

   Servant strokes his chin. "Hmm. . .I'm not sure. Let's just go see what they want!" He chirps moving on ahead and strutting towards the short child.

   "Huh? Servant, wait!" Hajime hisses but he isn't listening. 

   Servant comes to a stop two feet away from the child, and cutely smiles. "Hello there," he greets them in his soothingly-smooth voice, "Is there something we can do for you?"

   The child doesn't say anything as it stares up at Servant.

   Hinata frowns. He certainly doesn't trust this situation.

   He shakes his head slightly, promising he's most likely going to regret this, jogging up to stand by Servant's side. 

   The child giggles eerily before pulling out two devices from behind their backs. They hold out what appear to be. . .black and white megaphones out to them?

   "Thank you!" Servant says, accepting it and nudging Hinata, encouraging him to do the same. Hinata frowns at him and Servant gives him a pointed glare. Hajime rolls his eyes but never less accepts it.

   He doesn't want to, obviously. For all he knows it's a bomb or a weapon or some sort of trick. But with Servant, no less un Ultimate Despair giving him a look that would kill if they could, what other choice did he have but to accept?