SaiOuma/OumaSai OneShots

Candy Store (MonoSonic)

@PlsKillMyDad

Of all the requests I've ever had, this is by far the best.

Also I have not slept in days. Help.

((apologies if this sucks! Not really into danganronpa anymore D:))

Also I have never seen sonic the hedgehog, lol--

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((ᴍᴏɴᴏᴋᴜᴍᴀ/ᴛʜɪʀᴅ ᴘ.ᴏ.ᴠ))

~𝟷𝟷:𝟷𝟹 ᴀᴍ~

Monokuma's soft, multi-coloured paws padded against the ground's rough concrete. Various people glanced in his general direction, staring in curiosity- but keeping it subtle. The sun glazed down like a blanket of honey through the large opening above- a huge outdoor area to complete the shopping centers 'We're actually providing a lot of pollution to the environment but none of us actually care about the inevitable doom to overcome the Earth's crust so we're just gonna sit back and put a garden that provides barely any benefit to society to make ourselves look like we give two fucks' look.

The place was busting with energy and life, (Which would soon be destroyed when the pollution causing climate change t- okay sorry I'll shut up now) the countless stores littering the place like (I can't... I shouldn't..) a pack of wild dogs. Each and every place seemed unique, bursting with creativity and opportunity. 

But monokuma however, merely strolled past the variety and watched idly as the peach-smelling candy store slowly crawled into view. 

The entirety of the store, out of anywhere around, stood out like a rainbow amongst a storm. Bright colours splattered across the building like some kind of happy massacre-- Mixes of gorgeous pastels gave off a nostalgic and childlike appearance, although it were welcoming like a hug someone ho you've shared a long-lived friendship with. 

It seemed like a small paradise inside of a garbage can.

Planted on-top of the mess of colours however, was a gigantic fake slushie, that sat above the store like an eagle- watching everyone who passed by. Despite it being a drink, somehow the statue always freaked him out.

The 3 foot bear stumbled into the glass door, rubbing his back from the pain of major numbers of small children dashing past him- kicking his stuffed spine without notice.

''GAAAAAR! Darn little rodents! Does no one have respect for the elderly these days!?'' He growled, teeth bared- digging harshly into his bottom lip, somehow refraining from tearing his  fabric skin open.

He continued mumbling nonsense to himself, even so much as growling each time the shop's door bell rang from where-ever he stood upon the sunflower yellow tile flooring.

''Sheesh... Would've though they'd be out drinking and getting addicted to cocaine! What kinda nine year old's do they think they are.... hmphm...'' He muttered, his high pitched voice making his boomer attitude more noticeable. 

''Hey, what can I getcha?'' A charming, velvety voice rang out from behind the counter. (Which just so happened to be a circle, Monokuma likes circles.) Slowly, the half night black, half dove white bear turned his round head towards the incredibly smooth voice. He stopped in his bear tracks, the rest of the world started to become quiet- the now obnoxiously bright neon colours lacing every inch of the flat, which was disappointingly portrayed compared to the outer decoration- seemed to become far darker in comparison to the glory that now faced him.

The creature's pasty arm leaned graciously against the flat marble counter, his lime green eyes opened a door to the mammals inner heart. His flaming blue hair shone like the ocean on a hot summer day, it curved back as if only tamed by the wind. Lollies sweeter than any that had graced his fabric tongue (Ignoring the fact he can't taste) wrapped around his aura like a fish net.

Drool pooled around the floor, a group of small children, around eight-- all collectively said ew.

''O-oh shut you, y-you r-ro...dents...'' He whispered carefully, too busy swooning over the man infront of him to bother about how creepy he looked.

And of course, by cartoon logic- the pile of drool vanished whilst the bear speedran towards the counter, leaving an impressed 20 something year old gamer dressed in green sheading a single tear, as his greatness has now passed on, alongside the British man who is very much in Florida with him.

''Hey, hey.. slow down grandpa, might sprain your nonexistent spine...'' The mysterious furr- hedgehog mumbled the last bit, biting his lip in confusion. Monokuma took no notice.

''What's your name then, hunk?'' The stuffed animal replied dreamily, holding his own hands in a sort of affectionate way.

''Sonic, Sonic the hedgehog. But you can call me.... er..erm... Sonic. I guess.''

''Well you can call me your bitch~'' Monokuma roared in a quiet, seductive way.

Sonic grimaced, his long nose curling up in utter disgust. Before his face changed entire, now resting a sinister, sharp grin.

''Hey... How much money ya got grandp- er-- Monokuma...?'' He asked curiously, noticing the bear's over-stuffed purse that somehow came from the void in a perfectly logical time frame.

The smaller animal was oblivious to to Sonic's obvious plan, he merely held an uncomfortable eye contact with him.

''Oh 𝙈𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 Mr hedgehog!~'' He purred, ''I run a very famous game show...~'' He replied.

Sonic's grin widened, thus he tugged out a piece of paper and black see-through pen, and wrote what looked like a scramble of numbers down.

''Here you go, darling. Call me?~'' He whispered, pressing his chin into Monokuma's forehead while trying to reach the smaller's stubby ear.

Monokuma took the paper, before passing out from his intense nose bleed.

((- A/N wtaf was this chapter, I aint editing shite