Junko's P.O.V
"It's Punishment Time!" I shout out in despair. As I wave my hand, I see all my despairingly wonderful death machines come back. "Super duper nasty torture."
First is "Million fungoes", then "Motorcycle death cage", then "Versailles style witch hunt stake", "A dozer master", "The space journey", and finally "Detention". As I sit in my chair waiting for despair to kill me and I hold onto Monokuma, I notice the machine doesn't come down for a bit. That's when Naegi gets in the way yet again.
He jumps up and tackles me off the chair just as I was going to be crushed. Like a knight in shining armor. Yuck! "I told you before that we don't want you to die!" Naegi shouts at me. Now here's something not even I saw coming.
"You idiot I wanted to go through true despair!" I yell looking up at him. ". . ." I pause for a second staring at him. I then pull him down into a hug realizing what he's done for me.
"Naegi you're great at showing me what despair is. Forcing me to live on and constantly be reminded of what I've done. Can despair get any better?!" I shout out. Naegi struggles against my hold but gets up as soon as I let him go.
As Naegi stands back up he grabs me by the wrist and pulls me towards an exit. "We're getting her help as soon as possible," Naegi tells the small group. They all nod in agreement.
"Yay put me through all kinds of despair!" I shout out despairingly happy. "Wait!!!" I yell causing the group to stop and look at me. "If I'm still alive we can live in this school."
"No!" They all shout at me. I smile to myself as they open the doors.
We're met with the despairingly beautiful war zone outside. I dodge out the way when someone tries to hit me. "Try a little bit harder than that," I say, but suddenly I'm hit with too many things to dodge and I'm knocked unconscious.
(Y/N)'s P.O.V
I was sitting in my room while looking through my cases of past patients. "I wish they would've been more of a challenge. Of course, I'm happy I could help them, but it wasn't that hard," I sigh to myself as I put down the files. Then I suddenly get a call on my cell phone.
"(Y/N). We've got a new patient for you." My boss says. I get excited at his statement and practically jump out my chair in delight. "Great, who is it?" I ask in a cheery tone.
He laughs. "You're a little too happy to be getting a new patient." He says. I laugh slightly.
"Well yeah, I don't get much company, you guys don't really visit and I love getting new patients, no matter who it is," I say shrugging to myself as I take a seat on the couch and cross my legs.
"Anyways you should enjoy this one, it's the queen of despair herself," He says. I hold back my excitement this time, but I internally scream with joy.
"Really? Then this should be a lot of fun." I say as I lay my head back. "Her name is Junko Enoshima. We'll drop her off later today. Good luck." He says before hanging up the phone. I laugh to myself looking up some information on the queen of despair.
Time Skip, 8:00 P.M., Brought to you by your author ignoring the fact that he should be studying for finals
"Junko Enoshima, huh? They say she's crazy, that she can't be fixed, maybe they're right, but who would know until they try. Luckily I'm just crazy enough in the head to fix other people who are crazy in the head," I say to myself pacing around my room. "Apparently she's the cause of this despair-inducing event. She really does sound like a challenge. I can't wait to meet her," I say jumping on the couch while swinging my legs back and forth.
"When are they gonna drop her off. I hope she's just as crazy as she sounds. Heh, I guess I shouldn't hope she's crazy." I say laying on the couch and looking at the ceiling.
Just then someone opens the door and they toss a girl in. "She's all yours Mr.(L/N)." They say, quickly closing the door as they hurry and leave the area.
"Who might you be miss?" I say helping the girl up since she's in a straight jacket. She looks at me and smiles. "Junko Enoshima," She says with a sinister grin.
"Great, I'm (Y/N) (L/N). I'm very happy to say that I will be your therapist starting today. My title is the super duper high school psychiatrist or a mental doctor if that's what you prefer," I say smiling back.
She looks at me for a few seconds not saying anything. Interesting, that's narrowed down what her talent could, but only just a bit. I think to myself with a bored expression. Maybe this won't be as hard as I was hoping. I mentally sigh.
"Do you know who I am?" Junko ask. I nod in response.
"Interesting," She says quietly. "Hey doc, you mind letting me out of this?" Junko asks gesturing towards the straightjacket. I lightly hit my forehead with my hand.
"How rude of me. I'm so sorry," I say as I walk behind her. "It's alright." She says as I begin to unstrap the jacket. "Thanks, I keep requesting that they just bring the patients down here without the jacket, but they continue doing it," I sigh as I finish unstrapping the jacket.
She turns towards me with a sinister grin. She looks as if she plans to attack me, but the look quickly fades. "You know how to fight?" She asks in a tone that says she already knows I can.
"Yeah, I work with a lot of crazy people and since I'm already really good at being a psychiatrist I figured I'd take up some different fighting techniques," I say thinking about how she could sense it. Most people would have attacked as soon as they were out of the straightjacket. How boring, I think I already figured out her talent. Let's hope she can make up for it in actions. I think to myself with a smile.
"So, Junko, why don't you take a seat and we can get started on your first lesson?" I say gesturing to the couch as I take my normal seat.
Junko looks at me then back to the couch before sitting down. "So let's start with an easy question, what's your title or talent if you will?" I ask.
"Super duper high school fashionista." She says simply. I sigh. "No, no, not that one, your true talent, is what I want to know about," I say clicking my pen to make the tip retract.
"The true ultimate despair?" She asks.
"Closer and we will be talking about that, but that's not was I was looking for either," I say as I look at my pen, before chucking the pen at her face. She catches it without even looking and tosses it on the ground.
"That's the one I'm talking about. So your actual talent is Super Duper High School level analytic prowess?" I ask in tone saying I already know it is, I walk over and pick up my pen.
"How did you-" I cut her off by putting a finger in front of her face.
"It's a great talent, but I hear it can be quite boring for its user. As for how I knew. I'm a great psychiatrist," I shrug taking my seat again.
"One problem with that talent, if you know what it is, you can out-predict it. It's difficult but true so sorry if I surprise you every now and then." I tell her. She looks at me in shock but has a smile. Then she suddenly hugs me.
"You're going to make a great teammate on my team of despair." She says into my ear. "I'll count this as comforting you," I say hugging her back.
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Can Despair be Fixed? (Junko Enoshima X Male Reader)
Fanfiction"Junko Enoshima, huh? They say she's crazy, that she can't be fixed, maybe they're right, but who would ever know until they try. Luckily I'm just crazy enough in the head to fix other people who are just as crazy." I say to myself pacing around my...
