DANGANPOCALYPSE

Day One!

"I'll only come with you if you agree to join my organization."

"Seriously? Are you even sure that your followers are going to even make it to Canada? I seriously doubt that you're thinking about it realistically."

"Well, guess we can't find out till we get there, right?"

Kokichi hung off a brick wall, swinging his legs as he looked down. A girl with long braids looked up in frustration. Unfortunately, she didn't have much time to think before the supreme leader snapped to get her attention.

"Here, catch." Kokichi tossed her something and she caught it with one hand skillfully. She opened her hand to see a pair of broken glasses with red framing. Her head shot up in rage, and she pulled him off the ledge he was swinging on. He gave a wide grin as he looked her directly in the eyes.

"Oh, so you are Touko Fukawa! This guy who kept claiming that he was above the rest of the survivors talked about you and your smell since you never bathe yourself. He said I'd recognize the smell, but I didn't think it was going to be this poignant."

"That doesn't matter right now! Where is he? Why won't you tell me?!" Fukawa ignored the remarks Kokichi made, shaking him like a rag doll. He wriggled out of her grasp and took the glasses back from her.

"Well, I have to have some way to convince you to come with me. No worries, he wasn't dead or anything like that." He twirled a lock of his hair absentmindedly as he started walking over to a car. Fukawa looked around quickly, wondering if she should be listening to the voice in the back of her mind that was telling her to stop. She shook her head and moved towards the car quickly and got into the car.

"Aww, so you're coming with me! Great, I have some food in the glove compartment in front of you, and I've got some music choices that you can go through." He motioned over to a CD book that he owned, which Fukawa took in her hands. Flipping through, the majority of it were pretty well known songs. One of them looked like it was a personalized disc that was labeled "Pop meme jams" in blue writing with lots of lines to make it look emphasized. She stopped for a moment on one of the newer looking CD's and notices the name "Sayaka Maizono" on it. She recalled that she was supposed to have been in her class. With a shrug, she popped in a random CD with some calming piano music.

"So... Toki. Can I call you that? Toki?" Kokichi asked with a smirk. Fukawa groaned.

"I've only let one person call me that before, and even then... not for very long. I don't like nicknames." She thought of the blasting of weird bears that happened in Towa city. They were called Monokumas if she wasn't mistaken.

"Well, that's fine I guess. Tell me- how long have you been fighting alone? Any idea?"

"I would say... a-about ten days. It wasn't until I got separated from master, who told me to wait here! Y-yes, that-that's right, he told me to... to wait... ah..." Fukawa held herself, panting as her imagination got her excited. Kokichi pretended that he didn't see this for his own sake. The trip was pretty quiet until Kokichi finally broke the silence.

"As fun as this chit-chat we have going on between us is, and it totally pains me to say this, we should probably make a pit stop at this Y'all Mart. You have anything to defend yourself with?" He asked. Fukawa pulled out a couple pairs of intricately made scissors. The same ones she had murdered people with along with Monokumas and now... zombies. Kokichi laughed as she showed them off.

"What are you gonna do, give them the most menacing haircut ever? You're like the threatening hair stylist who no one wants to admit they don't like their haircut because you'll probably slit their throats." Kokichi parked the car, getting little attention from the small horde that seemed uninterested in them.