Danganronpa/D4DJ One-Shots

Six Shooter

Junko's got a quick hand. We look around the room, I won't tell you our plan. I got a rolled cigarette hanging out my mouth. I'm a Despair kid. Yeah, she found a six-shooter gun, in her sis' closet with a box of fun things, I don't even know what! But she's coming for you, yeah we're coming for you...! The blonde hummed to herself as she spun the empty cylinder round and round and round. What a shiny toy THIS was! Ah, but it was only half the fun with no bullets... Hmmm... I have to fill the chamber! Oh, and by the way? I never tell a story in order! That's far too boring!

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Bullet One: Despair.

[Junk# ####shima: Ah, yes, the classic.]

The screen buzzed to life, and six pairs of eyes turned intently to it. "Congratulations, class!" the sultry voice on the other end of the computer purred, the girl in question holding out her arms as if to hug the six Despairs. "Your letters were a success! Saki and Nova were able to transmit the messages across the galaxy, and now all of your precious peers have come out of hiding... Now, it is only a matter of time..." She turned to Maho Akashi. "Despair One. You know what to do."

"Yes, ma'am." Maho bowed, voice broken but determined. Her mind was completely gone. It ever twisted in on itself, recursive, Junko convincing her that it was the only way she could prove herself worthy of anything. Preying upon Maho's feelings of inferiority compared to her peers, Junko broke her spirit, and all that remained was a mindless drone hellbent on winning the D4DJ Battle Time so that she could claim the title of Ultimate DJ and at last feel as though she wasn't just a loser with a half-assed excuse for a Talent.

"Excellent. Once the competition is complete, you know what happens next..." Junko addressed all her Masterminds then, and they nodded in an eerie, ominous unison. Yes, no matter the victor of the pending D4DJ Battle Time, the end result would be the same: kidnap. Once the 24 Ultimates were assembled, Junko and her six Despairs would strike, dragging them all to Hope's Pinnacle for their own little Killing Game. "As for me, I'll be headed back to my class. Do take care of Hope's Pinnacle in my absence, hmm? Ta-ta!" She cackled and the screen crackled off.

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Bullet Two: Revenge.

[Junk# ####shima: There are as many motives in the world for murder as there are people! Our strength is in recognizing the best ones to break!]

"So. This is the factory, huh?" Junko asked boredly, arms folded.

"One of many!" Esora Shimizu, Ultimate Corporate Manager, puffed out her chest arrogantly, emerald eyes flashing in insult that Junko take her so lightly. The audacity! She challenges me to show her my family's work, and she acts bored even though I'm the one building her project!

Esora was unaware of the hypocrisy in her words. She was merely the Ultimate Corporate Manager, leading from above. It was the Talentless grunts down below that labored and sweated to assemble the giant machine, a mechanical, monstrous fiend. It was Esora's brainchild, too! Junko had come to her scheming to take over the Towa Conglomerate and capture its factories so that she could make war material.

Now she was coming to the Shimizus with the same proposition, but while Junko's dream mascot design was a bear, Esora stole inspiration from that annoying little first year, Muni Ohnaruto. She was always muttering under her breath about how Esora supposedly thought she was better than Muni, but Muni would one day show her! Well, Esroa found it amusing, and handed over Muni's designs for Nyochio, her robotic cat, to Junko.

Now Esora was slaving away, designing a real-life Monochio prototype, large and powerful, big enough that a student could ride it like a horse. But behind Junko's icy mask of indifference, she was intrigued.