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Spirit’s job was a simple one, all things considered.

He was given certain tools by his superiors in order to accomplish his mission. A device which could manipulate dimensional space, a bracelet designed to create telekinetic glowing steel chains in case anybody got out of line, a ring on his pointer finger that could manipulate minds, a rather spiffy looking suit and tie (which also held a personal force field in case anyone became hostile towards him specifically) and a CD containing the vital footage which would be used to pass knowledge onto others about the future..

The future…. Oh how truly desolate it was..

The future was a complete disaster. Almost the entire world was in ruins, and human civilization nearly collapsed. It was an event known to its survivors as “The Tragedy”.

Billions of lives were lost due to this global catastrophe, and to think it was all set in motion by one teenager.. one petty, stuck-up teenager who believed that humanity deserved nothing but to drown in despair. Someone who played those around her like a goddamn fiddle, and had no remorse or empathy for those who suffered at her hand.

It was this future that Spirit was informed he had to prevent. The key to the mastermind’s plans involved her classmates after all, their school was ground zero for the apocalypse that was to come. People managed to rebuild, yes, but the damage done was extremely severe. Severe enough that when presented with an opportunity to undo it all, The Foundation decided to take that chance.

“Convince the Headmaster, Gather the Students, Expose the Mastermind, Have them deal with her accordingly.” A straightforward mission, especially since all Spirit had to do was present the information and keep things in order.

The first part of his assignment, convincing the headmaster, seemed relatively simpler than he first assumed. Using the ring on his finger to manipulate the thoughts of the staff to allow him entry into the main building took little effort on his part, as was trying to convince Mr. Kirigiri to actually humor Spirit with the whole “premonition of the future” thing.

Once The Headmaster began watching portions of the footage himself, as well as seeing his own death within the first couple minutes, he became a lot more compliant with their plan.. So, with that, the field trip would be announced to take place in a week, and the first half of the mission was accomplished, all without much pushback…the second half might be a different story however….

Although witnessing the horrors of the killing game would certainly upset and disturb the class, Spirit knew he couldn't display emotional attachment to any of them, no matter how much sympathy he felt. He was there to be a host. Nothing more.

Spirit took a small square remote out of his pocket and tapped a few of the buttons. Almost instantly, he was teleported into a seemingly endless dark void. A beam of light then emitted from the device as rays of different colors began to swirl around him. The beams of light slowly began to form into a large platform beneath him, then walls, shelves, stairs, rooms, and ceilings. After a couple minutes the pocket dimension was finally complete, fit to house all 16 students for the duration of the week.

He sighed as he sat down on the couch, reminiscing on how he got the opportunity to do this whole thing in the first place. How he had to spend almost a month going through the proper training to learn not only self-defense, but also how to manage and operate his telekinetic chain brace. He chuckled, remembering how he almost took the instructor's head off a few times trying to learn the darned thing.

But now wasn't the time for reminiscing. He had a job to do.

Spirit figured that it might be best to double check the footage he was sent. During the entire “dimensional hopping process” he was told that the footage was gathered and pieced together using some kind of “5th dimensional entropy scanner” (he wasn’t very good with memorizing all the scientific instruments). Because it required the energy of a large particle accelerator, one of the last few on the planet still operating, they only had one shot to record portions of the timeline and convert it into video and audio. Even just interacting alone with the 5th dimension was dangerous enough, so they couldn't afford to do it twice.

In order to be properly prepared, Spirit was one of the first people to view the footage in its entirety. It was a rather saddening experience, seeing what was once close friends turn on eachother in sickening and sometimes cathartic ways (which might make it harder to remain apathetic once he actually meets them in person) However, he couldnt afford to let his emotions get the better of him. He NEEDED to let the students express their emotions on their own, and not interfere unless he HAD to.

Spirit knew exactly what to expect when he pressed play…But…for curiosity's sake, he figured it couldn't hurt to take a brief look..Yknow, to check for damages the disk might have sustained in the dimensional hop over, as well as test the flat screen television.

He pressed the button and….surprisingly….text appeared on the screen: *Heavy Spoilers for the ENTIRE plot of Danganronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc*.... “Wait a minute…this doesn't seem right” he thought… he remembered very vividly that the prologue started with principal Kirigiri’s demise…This clearly wasn’t the same..

H..hang on… is that…fucking Italian music?? Ok now this is getting weird…

Things proceeded to get even weirder when he began hearing the text to speech voices…..

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After about sixteen minutes…Spirit reached the end and frankly…he was flabbergasted. What he had just witnessed was NOT EVEN CLOSE to the footage the scientists recorded; the footage he had shown the headmaster!

THIS.....This felt like something that was pulled straight from a shitpost on reddit, or some kind of ridiculous improv skit! The students weren’t even animated properly, it was as if they were stills taken from a video game.. The text to speech voices…the references to meme lingo that hadn't been used since before the tragedy…That god awful pizza theme music…

He tried to remain calm but inwardly, Spirit felt extremely anxious realizing that he had no choice now but to use….whatever that was…

Even if Spirit could communicate with the rest of the organization back home, it's not like they could power up the Entropy Scanner and try again… what he had now was the only thing he could show them.. The very most he could do was give them a bit of context to this fever dream of a video.

After rubbing his face in his hands he stood up from the couch ....”Ok ... this isn’t THAT bad.” Spirit said out loud to himself. “I mean, it’s not as if this is in another language..and besides…the students of Hope's Peak are pretty smart, they should be able to piece together what’s going on, yeah?”

His mind wandered to the likes of Kyoko, Byakuya, Celeste, Junko, Makoto, Mukuro and to a lesser extent Hifumi. Those students out of all of them are especially good at problem solving, and even with the story being somewhat jumbled, perhaps they would be able to pick out enough details to know what was going on.

Feeling somewhat reassured that his mission wasn’t COMPLETELY botched, he decided to make the final preparations and (at long last) get the main part of the operation underway. Actually bringing the students here and presenting the future events to them.

He could only pray that they wouldn't think this was all one giant scam. The last thing person he wanted to be compared to was Hiro.

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For the first time of many that day, the students of Class 78th felt a wave of confusion as they looked at their surroundings. They were previously huddled together, discussing the news Kyoko’s father had told them about some “field trip” they were going on, when suddenly everything around them seemed to swirl and change, spinning around them in a blur of colors. What was once a simple school hallway had seemingly been morphed into some kind of living room, and a rather fancy one at that. It was complete with extravagant wallpaper, couches, a table and a flatscreen television.

“Yeesh…this is why I never go on roller coasters” Hifumi Yamada, the most renowned Fan Fic author in the school, stated aloud, still somewhat dizzy from the prior experience. He wasn’t alone as a few other students were a little out of sorts from how quick everything had shifted. 

“Uh guys? Where exactly are we?” inquired one Chihiro Fujisaki, a meek girl who had cemented her role as the Ultimate Programmer, in spite of her timid demeanor.

Next to her, in complete contrast, stood a rather intimidating individual. Unlike what her bulky frame would lead you to believe, Sakura Ogami was a noble and considerate soul who was willing to stand up for what was right in the world.  “Honestly, I am unsure myself” she replied to the young programmer, also not in the know of what was happening.

“Huh...weird…”  Resident Lucky Student and overall wholesome bean Makoto Naegi stated “it’s almost as if we were-” 

“Teleported?” Yasuhiro Hagakure replied to Makoto while looking a little smug, and for good reason. His role in Hope's Peak was the Ultimate Clairvoyant, despite his fortunes only working about 30% of the time. He had, mere minutes before, confidently made the prediction that the whole class would be instantly transported to some other place; and although he received heavy skepticism from his peers, it seemed this time he was right on the money.

Oh, and speaking of money… “But that’s impossible! Teleportation shouldn’t be technologically feasible…At least not currently.” Byakuya Togami scoffed at what they had witnessed, knowing for certain that such a feat couldn't be pulled off with modern human advancements.

“And yet here we are, seemingly transported within mere moments to an entirely different space” Kyoko Kirigiri, as a detective and daughter of her school’s headmaster, was taught that anything that seems impossible or appears supernatural has some logical root in reality, or that some illusion is always hidden behind the scenes. However as far as she could tell, there didn't appear to be a trick of any kind. They all seemed to be genuinely teleported like in some sci fi movie. “The real question is…what is our purpose for being brought here?”

“I believe I could be of use in providing the answers you’re looking for” An unfamiliar voice perked up from behind them, prompting the class to turn around.. Spirit was doing his best to look presentable, standing straight up with his hands clasped together.

 His eyes subconsciously wandered towards Junko Enoshima…the woman who was responsible for kicking off the tragedy and unknowingly the whole reason why they were gathered here in the first place. The girl in question simply smirked and folded her arms together.

“And who might you be, lowly peasant?” Junko declared, taking on a regal voice in a king/queen like persona..

He decided to humor her a bit. “Somebody who is taking responsibility to ensure this excursion goes smoothly.” Despite how much Spirit loathed Enoshima for her actions and cruelty, he did have to admit he had a small fondness for her eccentricity. Although there was no way in HELL he would ever tell that to his superiors. “Besides, could a lowly peasant be able to afford a set up with such lavish decor?”

Upon bringing attention to the decorations, a certain Gothic Lolita’s eyes began to dart around the room, noting that indeed the furbishing was quite high class. “Touche”, Celestia Ludenberg admitted.

“Alright enough goofing off, let's get down to business. Now I’m sure that all of you are wondering what your purpose is for being suddenly brought to this location.” The class reluctantly nodded.

“I assure you; all of your questions will be answered in due time. As for myself,” he gestured to himself “You may refer to me as Spirit ”  

“Wait...Spirit??” Hiro inquired nervously “As in…a...g-ghost?!” He began to show signs of panic.

“Well, no. The term Spirit is simply an alias. It doesn’t mean I’m an actual...” Spirit would have continued, but was interrupted as a soft foam object was thrown at his shoulder. Thankfully it didn’t hurt, but it was kinda out of nowhere..

“Dude, the hell was that for?” the red-haired baseball star, Leon Kuwata, turned towards Hiro with a look of utter bewilderment.

“I had to check for object permanence, it’s ghosting 101!” Hiro replied as if what he just said wasn’t the weirdest thing ever.

“Well I appreciate that you are concerned, but like I said I’m not a phantom of any kind. I simply go by Spirit in order to conceal my real identity.” Thankfully this reassured the clairvoyant, however it made the host seem a little more suspicious in Kyoko's eyes...

“Now that that’s out of the way, onto the purpose of your summoning. You were all informed by Headmaster Kirigiri that this trip would be beneficial to your future…well, he is indeed correct. Today you will be able to witness for yourselves what events will befall you, and be able to SEE the future play out before your eyes.”

Now THIS got the students attention. The class murmured to themselves, rather surprised at this revelation.  Although many of them had doubts.

 “What is that supposed to mean?” Mondo Owoda, Ultimate Biker Gang Leader and Pompadour Enthusiast, seemed rather annoyed at the prospect. “Are you seriously telling us that you somehow can show us things that haven't happened yet?”

“I know it might be hard to believe, but that is exactly what I am saying..” Spirit confirmed.. 

Mukuro Ikusaba, the sixteenth student, standing hidden somewhere behind the rest of the class then spoke up. “If what you are telling us is right…then why show us the future at all? Is what’s going to happen really that important that we need to be warned of it?” 

In her mind, Mukuro already began to have a small suspicion of what might be shown. If what Spirit will show them is what she thinks…the soldier and her sister might be in trouble..

“It is. Something awful will happen to Hope's Peak Academy in the future, and it will be heavily involved with your class” Spirit explained as he tilted his head down slightly. “What will transpire is no laughing matter, and the events themselves might be heartbreaking to most of you.” His words made the students seem quite worried, Hina and Sayaka in particular became pretty saddened at something terrible possibly happening to their friends..

"So you are saying that you are giving us this telling of the future in order to prevent whatever is going to happen?" Taka asked. He clenched his fist slightly, feeling a sense of sorrow for what might occur "Then surely, by watching this we will do our best to correct whatever it is that goes wrong down the line!" he exclaimed, feeling somwhat determined

“Exactly, that is all the more reason why showing this to you is crucial. Viewing this will open your eyes to a lot of things that you may not have known otherwise”. Spirit paused as he considered his next words carefully “Although, there is something that I should mention about what you are about to watch. The way that the footage is presented is not all that…normal..”

This was the part that Spirit was most worried about. The legitimacy of this whole endeavor could seriously be jeopardized if the absurdness of what they watch puts them off.

“How so?” Celeste inquired. Spirit continued: “Well, the footage I received depicted a lot of the events that transpired in an accurate way. As a result, when I reviewed parts of it with Mr.Kirigiri, he agreed that it was very urgent that you all should see it as well.”

“However,” Spirit hesitated only slightly. “While setting up this pocket dimension and before bringing you all here, something must have changed. I have no idea whether it was the creation of this place, or something going wrong with the process of transporting it here…but for some reason, the video that I have now is drastically different than before.. It gets all of the major events right and you can still kinda follow along but the tone…..the tone is..well….I suppose you will find out..”

Pocket Dimensions? Premonitions? Teleportation? All of this seemed really unorthodox to Togami. Anyone can see this for the farce it was and yet…somehow a part of him feels compelled to listen and go along with this whole thing. He isn't sure if it's curiosity or simply wanting to be thorough in his debunking, but in the end he simply chose to participate anyways. “I suppose we will…I mean we probably don't have much of a choice…”

The rest of the class confirmed to Spirit that they had no objections to seeing what this was all about.

“Splended!” Spirit seemed more relaxed knowing that they would entertain the idea. “So all of you can find a seat and get comfortable.” The students slowly began to find a place on the couches as spirit then walked towards the front of the flat screen, back turned to the students.

He sighed quietly to himself…if this went wrong……

Oh what the heck…he’s come this far, and damn it all he’s gonna see this through..

He turned around to find everyone sitting on several of the couches, waiting for what would happen…

Spirit reached into his pocket and took out the remote…

..It’s Showtime…

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“Alright so…here's how this will work, the video is going to be played on this television.” Spirit pointed to the TV with his finger.

He then held the remote up with his hand so everyone could see it. “This is one of several remotes used to control the video. You can pause, fast forward and rewind, or skip forward and back a few seconds if you want. That way any parts that go by too quickly can be looked at with more detail and attention.” He walked up to the table and placed the remote down. “Of course, any time you guys want the video to stop on its own I can do that too, that way you don’t get overwhelmed with information…”

“Lastly.” He walked up to Kyoko and handed her a notepad and pencil. “Even though the video itself isn’t very long, there may be times where we have to take breaks. After all, there is a TON that’s packed in here. So I figured that it would be best to take notes.” Spirit smirked, “I know the detective in you is going to want to keep track of a lot of small details, so feel free to jot stuff down to your heart's content.”

Kyoko kept a deadpan expression as she thanked Spirit, but inwardly she was extremely grateful that she could take notes during this whole event. With that out of the way.. He went back to the side of the TV.

However as he walked, Toko Fukawa had one last question.

“S-so hey.. you mentioned that the tone of the v-video is off somehow…w..what exactly are we supposed to expect anyway?”

“Oh…it’s uh…” Spirit paused for a little bit before continuing.. “While the original version is supposed to be more serious in nature, this one is…not that..” That's all Spirit was willing to say on the matter, not wanting to spoil the surprise.

Oh jeez…this didn’t bode very well, did it?

Junko pondered what Spirit had said so far. When he had mentioned how something awful would befall the school, she almost instantly put together that what they would watch somehow involved her plans of overtaking the world with despair. 

Unlike what her occupation would lead one to believe, Junko Enoshima was someone who was extraordinarily good at reading people. Her ability to interpret and analyze situations was almost unparalleled. It was what helped to build up her reputation in fashion after all, as well gave her the ability to formulate her plan to spread the joys of despair across the globe. Prior to her time at Hope’s Peak, Mukuro had already agreed to assist her sister in accomplishing her goal. Once Junko began her first year, most of the pieces were already in place.

Honestly though, she had to wonder why Spirit seemed a bit hesitant on showcasing the footage to the class. She knew that he knew almost all the details. Don’t think she missed that quick glance of annoyance towards her in the beginning! Was this video really that strange? Either way, this whole thing was intriguing enough to actually warrant her complete attention..

“Ok then…let’s get started” Spirit stated as he reluctantly pressed play.

The video begins with a close-up of Junko’s face spinning really fast as the “Pizza” theme from Spiderman 2 plays in the background.

“Ha-Hu-Ha-Hu-Ha-Ha! Makoto Naegi’s Idol waifu got fukin REKT >:D >:D”

…In spite of how different the students of Class 78th were to each other, every single one of them felt an immediate surge of complete and utter confusion, as a single word went through their minds….

“HUH??”

“Now he’s gonna feel despair, and most definitely *NOT* ruin my plans.”

Both Junko and Mukuro’s eyes immediately widened. ‘Well, shit…that was fast…’ Junko thought to herself upon realizing both her and her sister’s scheme was somehow exposed within the first twenty seconds. And it was done to the worst music she’d ever heard in her life.. Fan-flipping-tastic… Although…maybe she can somehow keep herself under wraps without having to out herself so soon…judging from everyone's expressions, it was clear that they didn’t entirely buy what was being shown.

“Ok, ok…pause,” Byakuya said as the video suddenly halted. He rubbed the bridge of his nose seemingly in disappointment.

“Spirit….that was your name, correct?” Spirit nodded at Byakuya’s query. “Alright. Before we go any further, do you mind explaining what in the hell you’re making us watch? This whole thing is frankly absurd.” 

“Y’know, I am inclined to agree with Mr. Togami” Hifumi stated, adjusting his glasses slightly, “You say that this is a vital key to preventing something bad that happens in the future, but between the odd choice of soundtrack and the text to speech voice, this feels a lot more like some random viral video you found online.”

 Heck, from what little Hifumi has seen so far, Junko looked like a motionless (albeit VERY well-drawn) sprite or image that bobbed up and down. If this really was faked, he might have to ask Spirit about the artist behind it.

“Yeah man, what gives? You sure this ain't some dumb prank?” Leon added with a deadpan expression.

“Well….I did inform you that it was kinda weird.” Spirit stated a little nervously. “Look, I’m being completely honest here when I say that this footage WILL actually be important”

“Yeah, but was adding that robot voice to Junko really necessary?” Makoto inquired. “It sounds kinda off-putting.” Makoto also felt it was a little strange that it got his name wrong, it’s ‘Nye-Aygee’ not ‘Nah-Gee’ . Not even his sister was silly enough to call him that!

“I didn’t add anything to it, I told you this was simply the way that the footage was when I checked it,” Spirit responded.

Rather than focusing on the voice or the presentation of what was being shown, Kyoko instead held her attention on Junko’s words. How she had been excited about Makoto feeling “Despair” and “Not ruining her plans”. Frankly, it was completely out of character for the fashionista. Junko had never seemed the type to find joy in the melancholy of others, and what “Plans” was she even talking about? Junko may be surprisingly intelligent given her field of work, and yes, she acted mischievous from time to time, but she wasn’t some conniving villain.

....Was she?

Junko herself took this time to chime in with a quip: “Well whoever picked that voice should have chosen a better one! What am I, Siri?”

Spirit tried to redirect the conversation. “Alright, I understand you are all rather skeptical, I get it, the video I’m showing you is going to sound very memey and dumb, and it hardly takes itself seriously… but I promise what you will watch is something that will, in a lot of ways, help you in the long run.”

“How about this? Since the video goes by pretty fast, why don't I tell you some of the basic context for any scenes that might confuse you?” Spirit suggested to the class.

Almost all of them reluctantly nodded. “Well, if you believe that it will help us better understand whatever we are witnessing, then I don't mind some extra context.” Taka said hesitantly.

“Alright then…” Spirit felt better knowing that even if some moments didn't make sense, they could still follow what was happening.

So he proceeded to inform them of the basic set up for what was being presented. That they lost their memories and were essentially trapped in the school by some bear robot, and that if they wanted to leave, they would have to kill each other.

The class reacted about the way you’d expect: By promptly freaking the fuck out. After a little bit, they calmed down and eventually accepted that Spirit was telling the truth.

However, once the shock of finding out they were in a killing game wore off, one of them came to a realization.

“Hm...Mr. Spirit, could you rewind a little bit?” Hifumi asked their host, and he did so. “See, look! Miss Enoshima just said Mr. Naegi’s ‘Idol waifu’. He blushed slightly. “Does…does that mean...?”

Pretty soon everyone began to understand the implications, especially Makoto and Sayaka, both of them turning crimson. “Damn,” Leon smirked, glancing towards Makoto. “Guess you’ve gotten pretty forward, huh?”

“W-w-wait a minute, hang on!” Makoto sputtered, clearly embarrassed by the whole thing “I mean....Look I…Sayaka’s a great person.. She's nice and kind and considerate”. and really pretty he thought to himself. “It’s just that uh…well, I mean…” Clearly he had trouble trying to get across what he wanted to say.

“Hey, it's alright Makoto, we understand.” Hina reassured him, smiling. “I mean honestly, you two always worked really well together!” What Hina and several of the other girls didn’t say was how envious they actually were deep down.

As for Sayaka…“Yeah…if you do really think of me as your ' waifu '...then I’m quite alright with it!” She giggled sweetly at Makoto and rested her head on his shoulder, which only prompted more blushing.

Junko then realized something as the camera zoomed in on her face. “Wait, what the fuck?!” Scene cut to Makoto in the Auditorium. 

“wut the shit.”

A few of the students snickered at the funny voice that was used for the luckster (Even Sayaka), much to his chagrin.

“Makoto, Junko! The language is not very appreciated!” Taka exclaimed. While he knew that Mondo swearing was natural for him, his peers using such coarse words is rather uncouth.

“Hey lighten up, we’re teenagers” Junko responded “, saying a swear everyone once in a while isn’t that big of a deal”.

“Seriously though, why did they have to make me sound like a nine-year-old?” Makoto sighed to himself as the rest of the class felt amused, wondering if their own voices would sound just as dumb.

This fun moment wouldn't last very long, however, as they unpaused the video.

“I was supposed to be the ultimate lucky student (Super duper high school luckster) but instead…” to the right, a black and white rendition of Sayaka’s dead body appeared.“My waifu got murdered :(“

The class then promptly started freaking out again, talking over each other in fear.

“Wait, Sayaka’s dead?!?” Hina shouted. 

Leon summarized the rest of the class's shock and confusion. “How…W-Why….Who..”

“No…no way, this is seriously NOT happening right now!” Hiro held his head in his hands and panicked.

Thankfully for Toko, the image itself was not in color, so it didn’t cause her to faint. However, she still felt very unnerved. The writer could clearly tell the scene was supposed to look bloody, even if the art style for this video is somewhat anime-esque.

“Ok enough!!” Byakuya shouted over everyone, getting them to be silent. “Spirit already told us that we were trapped in a killing game. What we are seeing now is the result of that, so there is no reason to panic like this.

“But Byakuya, one of our friends has been killed!” Taka countered, “Aren’t you at the very least concerned?”

“Of course I am,” Byakuya replied. “I’m not saying that we shouldn’t mourn the loss of life. However, yelling over each other is going to get us nowhere.”

The rest of the students felt a deep chill go up their spines…one of them had, in the future, killed their beloved classmate.

Both Sayaka and Makoto looked positively mortified at the image in front of them. Tears were forming on the idol's face as she leaned into his arm for comfort. 

What appeared to be Junko came in from the right side of the screen. However as soon as she showed up, an alarm seemed to go off, and everything started flashing red.

“WAIFU ALERT!! WAIFU ALERT!!

INITIALIZING WAIFU EXTERMINATION PROTOCOL 1-1-0-3-7!

Everyone flinched as soon as the alarm started, clearly not expecting something so sudden..

Hold on…extermination? Mukuro wondered to herself.

No…no way…

Junko, you aren't going to…

‘Junko’ began to speak to Makoto. “Don’t worry luck boi <3 that girl was probably a thot that didn’t actually care for you.”

“I don’t mind being your waifu instead  <3 because I really like you <3”

Huh…something doesn't seem right here… Kyoko thought to herself once the video stopped again.

“What…did you…just call me?” Sayaka’s face darkened as she clenched her fist and turned towards Junko with an irate and menacing glare.

Then it suddenly clicked in Kyoko’s mind. “Calm down Sayaka, it wasn’t Junko saying that!”

“What are you talking about?” Hiro replied “I mean come on, that looks exactly like her”

“Look closer,” Kyoko replied. “Doesn’t this rendition of Junko appear different in some ways to you?”

Makoto squinted his eyes at the screen before noticeing it as well “Oh yeah! I see it now. She has freckles. Very subtle, but they’re there”

“That is true” Hifumi pondered, “but these aren't real photos, they look like still drawings. How do we know that it isn’t just an artistic interpretation?” As a veteran otaku, he knew that some studios like to reimagine designs for certain manga characters when adapting them to anime.

“It’s because of the voice.” Makoto responded. “The robotic infliction may be…odd, but both these different versions of Junko clearly have different sounding voices.” 

Upon rewinding to listen to the earlier dialogue, Makoto was indeed proven correct.

“So…who is this then?” Taka asked aloud. 

“Call me crazy but…I think that this is Mukuro...” Makoto, suddenly realizing what this meant, started to blush again, while the rest of the class seemed a little surprised that Mukuro would stand in for her sister…

“Then that means…” Junko then slowly turned her head towards her sister with a cheshire grin and donned her cutesy persona. “Dawwwww~ Does my big sister have a cwush?~” 

Mukuro, although doing her best to keep her composure, immediately started groaning and flushed red while looking away from the rest of the group, said group had varying reactions. 

Most of the boys were chuckling to themselves, and congratulating Makoto on the catch. Mondo jokingly asked when the wedding was going to be, and that he knew a good spot. Makoto covered his face in complete embarrassment. 

Most of the girls became envious once again, this time of Mukuro. However, they were more lenient since she seemed a lot less comfortable with the idea.

The scene then quickly changed to a close-up of a bear with a weird red eye. The red eye then started glowing with a click sound. There is a jump cut to said bear appearing in between the two students, effectively cock-blocking them.

“Oh no u fuckin don’t!”

Suddenly the music cuts out. “Oh wait this is the wrong sprite”. Monokuma then disappeared before reappearing back in the same spot. “Okay now i'm ready.”

‘Sprite? So this IS from a video game then.’ Hfumi thought to himself. Although the idea of a video game based on them would be interesting (albeit a little creepy), he certainly wouldn't want that game to involve murder.

The music started up again. “Oh no you fuckin don’t!”

It then cuts to a scene of ‘Junko’ being impaled by several spears as several squishing sounds were heard and blood was shown spattering on the screen. 

“Ouch, now im dead XD LoL XD”

All of the students then flinched back, while some of them yelped out in terror as they saw Mukuro get impaled. 

“Did…d…she….what…” Junko’s eyes were wide in shock. She suddenly felt a massive jolt of despair zip through her body like a bolt of lightning. It took alot of mental power to stay composed and keep herself from fainting on the spot, but the glimpse was brief enough that she could just about hold on. 

Toko,however, wasn’t as strong willed as the pure amount of blood was too much for her to handle. The writer promptly fainted and fell off the couch.

The rest of the class was utterly mortified with what they had witnessed, especially with the complete 180 from the somewhat silly nature to…this…

For some of them, that shock soon turned to anger.

Mondo clenched his fists. “The FUCK DO YOU MEAN LOL?!?” he shouted, gesturing his hand at the TV in exasperation. “You are literally being impaled and are about to die, and the last thing you say is lol?!”

Leon then turned to Spirit in frustration. “What the hell is wrong with this video?!” 

He wasn't the only one as several others soon became just as frustrated and annoyed at the wild tone shift this video seemed to take. Heck, they are only at…NOT EVEN A MINUTE IN?? WHAT?!

This whole thing was clearly going in the wrong direction, and fast. “Do you think I know?” Spirit rebutted “I told you before that the video you are watching is NOT the one I showed the headmaster…and I know that simply just telling you what’ll happen in the future isn't going to work. So the only thing I can do is show you what I have, which is…this.”

“Still…for something so dark…” Celeste added, very weirded out by this whole thing. “It doesn’t seem to take itself all that seriously.”

“Is the rest of the video seriously going to be like this?” Byakuya asked their host. 

“...Yes…” Spirit quietly answered, and the rest of the class’s mood became even more sour.

This might be rather painful to sit through.

The scene then changed to a shot of Makoto and several other students, with Monokuma speaking to them. “Alright you worthless fuckbois and girls. You now have to figure out who killed the LoveLive! Idolm@ster wannabe thot, or else ill fukin kill every last one of you."

"Quit calling me a thot!" Sayaka grit her teeth as she slammed her fist into her lap in frustration.

“Go to hell!” Makoto rebuked “There's no way we’re gonna play your stupid killing game”

“So this must be part of that ‘trial’ that you mentioned before.” Kyoko wondered “That’s right” Spirit confirmed.

“Good on you for telling that bear off buddy.” Mondo told Naegi, and the both of them did a fist bump of comradery.

Taka seemed to perk up a little bit. “I see…so the rest of us are going to have a class trial in order to determine the killer? At least justice will be served properly!”

“Because we have the power of HOPE and Friendsh-”

“Makoto is the killer” Byakuya interrupted

“Makoto is the killer” Toko added

“Mahkoto isa the keel-er” Celeste stated in a fairly funny accent

“Or they could just pin it on one guy…shit..” Mondo sighed. 

“Ex-freakin-scuse me?!?!” Hina then shouted. “Why the heck are you guys putting all of the blame on Makoto?!” 

In the end, none of them had a good answer. Two of the three students who spoke felt a lot of shame after witnessing their actions.

The third one, Toko, rather nervously replied “Well…w-we haven't seen what happened before future Sayaka's death...so maybe-”

“It wasn't him.” Spirit informed them in order to avoid any further arguments. He knew that just SAYING this stuff outright was against his rules, but frankly, he didn't want this to devolve into any further scuffles.

“Ok, good..” Hina breathed a sigh of relief. 

“Makoto is the Killer” Leon also agreed with their sentiments 

“What? You too? Leon…(11037) I thought you were my bro… <:’( “

“Don’t worry dude, I definitely still am.” Leon reassured Makoto, his arms crossed and frowning. “I mean the fact that they all just dogpiled on you like that is pretty messed up.”

The music then changed, as Leon's demeanor entirely shifted. “Well guess again shrimp! I actually don't really care for u  >:P”

“Also…I KILLED AND FUCKED UR WAIFU, u piece of sh*t cuck!”

The sound of a record scratch seemed to instantly play in everyone's minds as all of the students seemingly did a double take.

They…did they just hear that right? 

No…no seriously did they actually just hear that?

Poor Leon's face turned as white as a piece of chalk and his expression was that of true horror, disgust, and fear.

He wanted to defend himself, god knows he wanted to. To say that this is all some stupid exaggerated version of himself…but to be honest, any word that comes out of his mouth might make things 10 times worse. 

Leon then realized that everyone else was staring at him, all with similar expressions. Some of them (like Sakura, Mukuro and Mondo), all had darkened features, their frustrations and disappointment with the baseball star very evident on their faces.

However…none of them held a candle to Sayaka's fury. Which was made very clear when she tried to lunge at him. It took the combined strength of Makoto and Kyoko to keep her from tearing Leon limb from limb.

“YOU SON OF A - [REMOVED TO CONFORM WITH LOCAL AND INTERNATIONAL CENSORSHIP LAWS] STUPID BASTARD!!!” Sayaka screamed at him, tears rolling down her cheeks as she was held back by the two other students. Leon flinched back, somewhat terrified of what might happen. Eventually, she gave up, but she still kept sobbing regardless. The rest of the class tried to comfort her.

“Yeesh, you really are a crybaby sometimes, aren't ya Miss Microphone?” The students then turned to the source of the voice. Toko, now transformed into her killer split personality Genocide Jack (Or “Jill” as she preferred), was standing near them, her foot tapping on the ground impatiently. “Now can anyone explain what’s going’ on? Why is there a freakin massive tv with some dumb stuffed animal on it?”

“Greetings Miss Jill” Spirit turned towards the serial killer with a neutral expression. ”I know you are probably very confused right now, but you see the explanation is quite simple.”

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“So you're telling me we were essentially Isekai’d here by Spear-mint over here, in order to watch some dumb meme video that apparently has some kind of important information?” 

“Essentially..” Taka replied. After a couple minutes they were thankfully able to calm Sayaka down enough to where she didn’t want to kill the baseball star, but despite that everyone was still rather shaken by the thought of Leon admitting to killing her…and being so confident about it too. 

“And from what I heard,” Jill then turned to the Baseball star, “you’ve managed to merc Miss "Sing-Song.. Ha! I got to admit I'm surprised you got the guts to actually pull that off!”

Her expression then suddenly turned cold as she suddenly appeared right next to him. “But if that other you is to be believed, he did some unsightly stuff to her after that..” she frowned as she continued “I may be a serial killer, and most of them may be adorable boys.. But at least I treat my victims with respect..”

“Jill, That wasn’t really Leon..” Makoto suddenly interjected, with the students turning to him… “That version of him that we’ve been seeing on screen, it's almost NOTHING like the one we know. I understand that we are all upset, but considering how exaggerated everything is, and considering this is something that hasn't even happened yet, maybe we should take a little easy on him.”

The rest of the class felt rather reluctant, and reflected on their actions. Although Spirit mentioned that this was supposed to tell the future, they had to remember that alot of the characters were meant to be completely exaggerated and didn’t accurately reflect themselves. 

Leon mentally thanked Makoto for actually standing up for him. These past few minutes, a surge of fear and guilt had been swirling in the poor baseball star's mind. Hopefully, things won't be as bad from here.

11073 realizes that he essentially outed himself like an utter moron, and suddenly says “O SHIT”.

Monokuma then emerges and knocks over Makoto. “Well, looks like we found our idiot, it’s time for you to die Leon..(11073)

The air in the room suddenly turned ice cold as the class remembered what happened to a blackened who was caught. Despite this version of Leon confidently admitting to some rather repulsive implications, that doesn’t mean they’d want to see their fellow classmate executed. (especially so soon after witnessing Mukuro’s demise.)

 Leon turned even paler upon realizing that he was next on the chopping block, even if he really doesn't like this alternate take on himself..

“No…” Chihiro muttered, clearly scared of what was coming

“Wait no, plz dont kill him!” Makoto suddenly interjected. “He may have fucked and killed Maizono, but he is the only character here with a cool design” 

A few of the audience let out a small sigh of relief at Makoto's intervention.

"Do you really think my look is cool?” Leon then turned to Makoto out of curiosity.

“Honestly, yeah..” Makoto replied “I mean it certainly helps you stand out. As long as you have confidence in how you present yourself, then it doesn't bother me.”

Some of the other class smiled at the Luckster's encouragement. Mondo however felt a bit miffed that Makoto essentially admitted his pompadour wasn’t cool, but he decided not to take away from the moment.

Leon smirked and chuckled to himself. “Thanks, man. That means a lot.” Those reassuring words made the baseball star feel just a little bit better about this whole thing..

“I mean look at his sexy beard” a close up of Leons beard was shown

Leon felt a little weirded out about Makoto calling his beard “sexy”. If anything, it was the ladies who were meant to think that!

“His lush auburn hair.” a close up of the top of Leon’s head was shown.

“And his beautiful cyan eyes” a close up of Leon’s face was shown, however his eyes were crossed in a derp face.

Most of the class burst into laughter after witnessing Leon’s stupid derp eyes. Even Spirit let out a few chuckles.

“Oh come on, seriously??” the baseball star exclaimed, holding his head in his hands.. 

“I guess we broke the record for your most embarrassing picture, huh?” Junko chuckled as she took out her phone and snapped a photo of the TV to save for later.

“I must say Mr. Kuwata, you would make an excellent meme format!” Hifumi snickered to himself, trying to picture what kind of absurd quotes would be used in a Leon inspired meme.

Even Hina decided to join in. “Is it weird I can kind of see that? oh! How about as a botched school photo?”

“Alright everyone, I think we've teased him enough.” Kyoko stated, trying to get everyone back on the same page. Despite her usually stoic demeanor, even she had a small grin on her face.

“Agreed” Byakuya followed up on Kyoko’s statement. 

 “Let him live and learn from his past mistakes….” 11037 was seemingly taken aback by the luckster's kindness. “Makoto…..<3 you…<3…”

Am…am i the only one getting some yaoi undertones from this? Junko thought to herself, amused at the idea. 

Unfortunately she wasn't the only one, as Chihiro, Makoto, Leon himself and especially Hifumi noticed the hearts in Leon’s text. 

But before they could say anything about it though…

Monokuma suddenly pops up really close to the camera. “Lol nope that's not gonna happen buddy!”

The students' dread soon returned as Monokuma straight up denied Makoto’s request so nonchalantly.

“Shit…well that didn’t work at all” Mondo grimaced.

Hina began shivering. “Wait. Does this mean we’re actually going to see..”

The rest of the students got goosebumps, extremely apprehensive for whatever sort of horrible fate awaited the baseball star.

The scene then shows Leon being strapped to a pole by his ankles and chest as the pizza theme music began playing once again.

Leon, in complete contrast to the fear his onscreen self was expressing, stated “YOU FOOL! THIS IS ACTUALLY MY SEXUAL FANTASY!” 

…

uhhh……w..what??

Everyone was completely taken by surprise by how out of left field that was. This was probably the weirdest thing they’ve seen yet 

“Wait W-what the fuck?! No!!” Leons eyes widened as he stood up “No it isn't!!” He had no idea that crazy ass bear had planned, but he can bet it’s NOT something that he’d enjoy.

A large gatling gun suddenly appeared from the floor and aimed it at Leon. “Oh no. i'm allergic to balls”

Byakuya held his face with his right hand. He sighed in disappointment at just how absurd and childish this damn thing was.

The machine gun began to fire as the pole Leon was tied to began to spin around, ensuring the baseballs hit every part of his body. 

“Ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch”

The machine gun stopped fired and the camera panned down to show the silhouette of a now dead leon surrounded by baseballs. One of the baseballs with blood on it rolled towards the camera.

 In spite of Leon being obviously dead, his voice could still be heard. “Ouch, now I’m dead lawl.”

The scene they were watching was utterly horrifying, anyone could see that. Being forced to watch as one of your closest friends was pelted into a pulp with baseballs would be disturbing for anybody to witness.

Although, mixed in with that feeling of terror, was a feeling of confusion and immaturity. On its own, the execution of their peer shook them to the core. However a lot of that seriousness was numbed down not only thanks to Leon’s dialogue, but also that stupid (and somewhat annoying) pizza theme music. And once again, yet another deceased person has stated that they were dead “lawl”.

Junko was rather annoyed at this fact. As much as she enjoyed the seemingly lighthearted way that these deaths were treated, she still felt disappointed that the rest of her classmates weren't feeling the full despair that these executions were supposed to invoke. She’d spent alot of time setting them up! How dare they be played off for laughs!

In spite of the absurdity of everything they’ve seen so far, the class still felt a wave of despair wash over them. According to Spirit, tonal whiplash was going to last throughout the rest of the video, so if anything, they should probably get used to it.

The question is, how on earth is anyone supposed to get used to something like this ?

Chapter Text

Alot of thoughts were racing through Makoto’s head right now. When he and the class had been informed that there was some sort of terrible event that was going to befall them in the future, he felt concerned to say the least. Thankfully, according to their mysterious host, they would hopefully be able to prevent whatever was going to happen by watching some kind of video.

What Makoto didn't expect was how…bizarre it was.. Even after being told how silly things would get, actually seeing it left him with a very strange mixture of positive and negative emotions. 

The way the death of his closest friends were treated with such casualness felt pretty discomforting to him (he could only imagine it was way worse for everyone else too). In the end though, he had to push those feelings down and try to interpret what was going on. Suffice to say though, the pacing of this whole thing felt very fast. It was a good thing they could pause it.

“Alright everyone.” Spirit suddenly explained to the class. “I understand that so far things have gotten rather strange pretty fast” 

“Understatement of the freakin’ century” Hiro mumbled to himself.

“Considering how quickly things are moving, is there anyone that needs to take a few seconds to process everything before we continue?”

Several of the students nodded their heads and responded with “sure”. And as such, Spirit allowed the students to relax for a little bit, spawning in a few refreshments for them.

The class took a minute or so to get organized. Whether it was moving to a different spot on the couch, or trying to adjust themselves. 

Kyoko, meanwhile, was busy writing stuff down, and was glancing back and forth from the notebook over to where Junko was.

Of course the fashionista caught on to this, realizing that a pretty soon, they might have a few stern words with each other.

With that, Spirit once again pressed play.

After Leon's death, we cut to Makoto standing in the hallway, his hand on his chin as if in deep thought. “So 2 of my waifus got killed, and a man, who I thought was gonna be my BRO, betrayed me. What should I learn from this?"

"Maybe next time you kill someone, don't out yourself like a dumbass?" Jill suggested in a deadpan tone.

"Or how about just don't fucking kill in general?" Mondo responded. 

"Honestly that should be a no-brainer." Hiro added. He may not be the smartest person in the class, but even he wouldn't admit to something that he did so readily. 

Makoto then perked up. "Oh I know! I should search for a husbando instead!" Makoto's sprite started blushing as a partially translucent colorless image of Taka's shredded six pack appeared in the top right corner.

but as soon as it appeared, Makoto soon snapped out of it. "wait no, I'm straight!"

The students of class 78th had varying reactions. A few, such as Jill, Junko and Mondo started to laugh, while others like Hina, Hifumi, and Mukuro didn't know how to feel about the luckster’s abrupt change in sexual preference. They found it funny but also a little weird.

Taka, at first, found it odd that Makoto would feel that way.  As he looked closer at the screen however, he suddenly realized that the chest that they were showing was HIS. This completely took him off guard. Taka pointed his eyes downward in shame. Sure fitness was important, but why did it have to show his chest in this awkward context? In the end, he decided that it would be best if he didn't bring this fact up with the rest of the class.

Meanwhile, poor flustered Makoto could only shrink in his seat, as a combination of embarrassment and shame coursing through him.  

"oh my.." Sayaka turned to the luckster. "I had no idea that you had these kinds of preferences...it explains a lot actually." 

"Yeah.." Junko scratched her chin quizzically. "Is there something you aren't telling us?" Honestly between this and that interaction with Leon earlier, the fashionista was beginning to reach certain conclusions.

"Guys, please.." Makoto honestly wished he could disappear in that moment. "You know that's not me..."

"Yeah, but it's still fun to tease you, Big Mac!" Jill snickered to herself.

Makoto looked to the side "Guess I'll just focus on making friends for now."

"That would be for the best.”  Taka recomposed himself. "If the rest of us want to survive, cooperation is vital." Nobody disagreed there.

"Still..do you honestly believe that at least one person won't consider killing?" Celeste offered a compelling argument. "Our future selves, or rather a very stupid version of ourselves, are locked in a school with seemingly no way of escape. Desperate times make desperate people."

“Yep, that's what I'm counting on!” Junko thought to herself as she mentally smirked.

Mondo suddenly popped in out of nowhere to confront the luckster. "HEY YOU! YOU'RE THE ONE WHO KILLED THAT MAIZONO CHICK, RIGHT?!"

Several of the students facepalmed.

Celeste gritted her teeth "Mondo dear, we've literally just proven that Makoto wasn't the one who killed Sayaka...can you please refrain from spouting such stupidity?"

"Yeah..I know..." Mondo sighed. Why did his on screen self have to act so dumb? Did he suddenly turn into Hiro or something?

"Wut? no!" Makoto retorted. "It was 11037 that killed her" a transparent sprite of the derp eye'd Leon showed up once again next to Makoto.

"pfftt..." Jill could barely contain her laughter when she saw the dumb image of Leon.

"I honestly wish I could forget that picture forever." Leon sighed, crossing his arms. 

“There's that number again." Kyoko noted. "11037 has shown up several times throughout this viewing." 

"What do you think it means?" Hiro questioned. "Is it, like, some kind of secret cryptogram?"

"Probably nothing like that." Hina responded. At least, she hoped it wasn't. The ultimate swimmer wasn't exactly the best at doing math puzzles.

Kyoko tried to think for a few seconds about the integers' possible significance. It wasn't from any police cases she could remember. Nor was it anything she and her classmates were taught from school...maybe if she looked at it from a different angle, upside down perhaps, or…

Oh..

Oh wait. It's literally just Leon's name upside down.

 Considering that it was used to refer to the baseball star by Makoto, it frankly should have been pretty obvious. And it seems that she wasn't the only one who reached that conclusion, as Junko started to giggle to herself.

"Something up, Junko?" Sayaka asked.

"Oh nothing.." she responded smugly "Nothing at all.."

"Oh, ok" Mondo calmed down. "You know, you look like someone who could use a new friend. Wanna become *our* BRO?" Mondo offered.

Makoto gladly accepted. "Sure y not? i was actually getting lonely." However, Makoto then remembered something. "Wait a minute! what do you mean by our-"

"BRO watch out!" Taka suddenly jumped in between the two of them. "This idol murderer enjoys running in the hallways!"

"Taka...not you too.." Makoto said disappointedly.

 "My deepest apologies Makoto. My on-screen self should have been less harsh." Ishimaru apologized to the luckster.

"Okay seriously, are all of us turning into Hiro now?" Leon asked, with Hiro shouting "Hey!" in the background.

"I suppose that my on-screen self simply caught Makoto running in the hallways somewhere and wanted to inform him of it. However, there are ways of doing it that are less accusatory!!" Taka pointed at the screen, as if the anime-fied version of himself could hear his words.

"Bro, while I appreciate you sticking to the rules, I don't think any of us have gotten in trouble for that since, like, 5th grade." Mondo assured his best friend, who nodded in response.

The on-screen version of Mondo wasn't as lax about it, however.

"WUT?! You punk!" Mondo cracked his knuckles. "I'LL BREAK YOUR STUPID FACE AND TURN IT INTO SOMETHING UNRECOGNIZABLE!" As he says this, what seemed to be a Jo-Jo stand appears behind him.

Mukuro, Sayaka, Celeste and Hina's expressions turned darker upon hearing Mondo's threat.

"N-no way!" Hifumi thought to himself in surprise. "Is Mr.Owada...a stand user?? It all makes sense now!" 

Mondo began to feel regret for the actions of his counterpart, especially since he noticed the seriously miffed expressions on several of the girl's faces.

The luckster saw he was clearly out matched. "Oh shit, time to run away! (time to use my secret technique)" Makoto proceeded to then flee the area.

"That was a wise decision, Makoto." Sakura informed the lucky student. "You not only recognized your skill level in battle, but also managed to avoid conflict entirely."

"I don't know...seems pretty cowardly to me" Jill thought to herself. Seeing a fight between Makoto and Mondo would have been quite entertaining.

"It was nothing really." Makoto responded "Anyone would have done that if they were in that situation."

The scene fades out, and we cut to show Makoto in a new location. "haha, those idiots would never think to search in the girls locker room!" 

"MAKOTO!!" Hina and Sayaka both shouted at the same time. They and the rest of the girls all turned bright red, gaining flustered expressions at the thought of such a kind boy doing something like that.

"What did you just call us?!" Mondo turned to Makoto with an angered expression. He clearly didn't take too kindly to calling his bro an idiot.

"Going into the opposite gendered Lavatories is strictly against school policy!" Taka exclaimed in a shocked and panicked tone. "I understand you were evadeing conflict, but what could have possibly prompted you to go there ?!" 

"I dont know!" Makoto exclaimed. He was getting rather nervous at all of the sudden pressure put on him. "I...I would never do something like that!"

"I know.." Sakura said quite grimly, her eyes closed in thought. "It's clear this version of Makoto is rather one track minded. He has a focus on making people his 'Waifus', and seems to treat death nonchalantly."

 She turned towards the luckster with a stern expression. "Honestly, it’s a good thing that you aren't like that, Makoto. Otherwise...."

Makoto swallowed the lump that formed in his throat. Sakura didn't need to finish her sentence to get across what she was implying. The other boys in the room also were on edge by how intimidating the martial artist was.

I should be safe in here" the lucky student reassured himself. "Wait a minute, do i smell blood??"

All of a sudden the view shifted to a rather disturbing scene. Chihiro was suspended from her arms by a wire of some kind. blood dripped from her body, and the word "BLOODLUST" was written behind her. 

Once again a shockwave of terror shot through the students like a tidal wave. Another one of their friends was suspended in front of them, dead as a doornail. However, of all the people who had to be murdered next, why did it have to be one of the sweetest, kindest people in the class? What did poor Chihiro do to deserve such a fate?

The programmer herself had gone completely pale at the sight, tears starting to drip down her cheeks as she processed what happened to her. Although, upon thinking about it further, maybe it made sense. Chihiro knew she was weak. Weak enough to give in to peer pressure, weak enough to hide her secret from only a select few, and (if this viewing is to be believed) weak enough to get herself killed.

Everyone else was experiencing a wide range of emotions right now, all of them negative. Some were distraught, others had looks of terror. Within Mondo, a fury was slowly brewing. However it was rather different from his usual rages. This one was more primal, born from severed comradery. The loss of one of his closest companions was drawing back memories of that day in particular, and there was only one answer that could possibly quell it.

“Who…who in the HELL was twisted enough to murder someone as kind as Chihiro?”

One thing was for sure…that damn distorted pizza theme music that was playing right now wasn’t helping in the slightest. If anything it was like waving a red cloth in front of a bulls face.

Several of the more observant students noticed the words “bloodlust” written on the wall behind the programmer's suspended body. However before Byakuya could comment on it, the on screen Makoto spoke.

Makoto “Ohgodamnitwtf?! I barely even got to know her” “it's a good thing i didn't ask her to be my waif-”

“Silence you filthy idol killer!” Byakuya then interrupted.

Sayaka instinctively growled and started to turn towards Byakuya, but after a second she sighed to herself. She realized that Makoto being an “idol killer” was going to be a running gag in this video. That didn’t mean she had to like it.

It was clear that some of the other students like Hina and Mukuro also weren’t too fond of this joke. However, for the sake of getting through this, they kept their grievances to themselves.

“I’m in the middle of tampering with the evidence in order to troll all of you, and figure out the identity of a cereal killer called ‘Genocide Jack Off’”. Toko, now in her “genocide jack” persona, slowly rose from behind him.

"Pfft! HAHAHA!” Jill held her belly and cackled upon hearing the name that the progeny called her. “Genocide Jack Off?! Oh man, that is the funniest nickname I've heard yet!” She wiped a tear from her eye.

 “Although I must admit, that moniker might give some dirty implications..” Hfumi scratched his chin in thought. But he then stumbled back in fear once he saw Jill pointing her scissors at his face.

“Hey tubby, don’t you get any freaky ideas now! I don't care how cute and precious the boys I go after are, I would NEVER give ‘em the old Griperoo!” 

“R-r-right, of course! I wasn't thinking that at all!” Hiffumi sputtered, trying to save face.

“Gripperoo? Who the heck calls it that?” Junko mentally scoffed

“Also wait…did Togami just fucking say he’s tampering with the evidence?” Leon suddenly remembered. 

“Hang on..” Mondo scowled as he took the remote and rewound the video a couple seconds. “Yeah he did! What the shit?!" He clenched his fist as his fury began to build. “Why the fuck is your on screen self messing with Chihiro’s body?!”

Alot of the other students felt rather disgusted and even frustrated at this fact. Sure, the progeny was somewhat stuck up and not as friendly as the rest of the class, but to alter a crime scene? Especially when it involves one of their dearly beloved classmates.

Byakuya himself had a couple of ideas. Considering this was a version of himself without any memories of their school year, perhaps he wanted to spice up this killing game in some way. After all, this level of apathy wasn't something he displayed since he first enrolled in Hope’s Peak. 

Of course, he realized that saying this to his classmates might end up creating unnecessary conflicts and drama, so he instead proposed an alternative explanation. 

“Quite possibly, it could simply be an exaggeration. Throughout this whole video, we’ve seen ourselves acting in ways we couldn’t imagine, or having their personalities altered for ‘comedic’ purposes. Such as Leon doing what he did, and Makoto constantly mentioning waifus. Don't even get me started on the entire ‘now i’m dead lol’...” the heir pinched the bridge of his nose when mentioning that last part.

“So you are saying that in the ‘original version’ of the future, some of what we are witnessing didn’t happen?” Kyoko turned towards Byakuya, and he simply responded with “precisely”

“Geez..that makes this a whole lot harder” Hiro scratched the side of his forehead. “How do we know what's actually real then?”

“Good question” Kyoko then turned to their host. “How much of what we are seeing actually occurred in the future we are supposed to prevent?” 

“You know… a part of me is tempted to say ‘all of it’, just to mess with you guys.” Spirit smirked to himself “But of course, that would be a lie. There are indeed parts of what you are seeing that didn't happen, although it's actually a very small amount.” 

Spirit looked up towards the class “There is only so much I can say. While I will be clarifying a couple of things, I will only be giving context when absolutely necessary to understanding what's going on. What is fact and what is fiction is up for you to decide.” Several of the students grumbled with how vague that answer was.

“So we’re on our own basically? Thanks alot pal..” Junko sarcastically responded. Internally though, given how well she knew the ins and outs of her classmates' personalities, it might be easier for her to discern what is realistic and what isn’t.

Makoto stood confused “wut?”

Out of nowhere Mondo suddenly popped in. “YOU FUKIN PUNK! HOW DARE YOU DESECRATE A MAN’S DEAD BODY?!”

“Ooo! I guess its time for this juicy bit of info to be revealed” The fashionista inwardly smirked as she turned towards Chirio to see what her, or rather his reaction was.

Sure enough, Chihiro’s eyes widened and his breath hitched. The fact that Mondo was stating his secret just plainly out in the open like this.. The programmer's heart began racing in nervousness.

Everyone who knew Chiriros true gender suddenly began feeling a lot more anxious, while the rest of the classmates felt somewhat confused. 

“Wait a minute…but Chihiro is a girl isn't she?” Hina suddenly felt a little confused.

“Oh! Is this one of those 'exaggerations’ we were just talking about?” Hiro asked.

Mondo actually started to turn towards Hiro, a bit annoyed at his words. However, before they could ponder on it any further, they got their bombshell of an answer.

Well…two bombshells actually..

“Excuse me but Chihiro's a girl” Makoto seemed a little lost.  “Actually thats not true”  Mondo casually confirmed. “He told me so himself before I killed him” Taka suddenly appeared 

“You did fuckin what?!” / “YOU DID FUCKIN WHAT?!” 

Both Leon and the on screen version of Taka shouted the exact same sentence at the exact same time. It would be sort of funny, if what Mondo had just confessed wasn’t so horrifying. 

The rest of the class was so filled with dread, sorrow and shock, that the reveal of Chihiro as a boy was momentarily forgotten.

“This is absurd!” Taka exclaimed, clearly distraught and in denial of what he just read. “I understand these exaggerations are meant for ‘comedic effect’, but There's no way Mondo would actually do something like this! These kinds of changes are inexcusable!” He turned to Spirit, waiting for him to fess up that Mondo admitting to Chihiro's death was yet another one of those alterations..

However, Spirit didn’t respond, simply looking down.

“This….this is one of those exaggerations right? Mondo wouldn’t actually…” the moral compass’s eyes began to widen as it dawned on him and several of the others, including Mondo himself.

“You’re kidding” Mondo clenched his fists. “Is this implying that I actually..” Spirits said not a word. However, his stern gaze told the biker all he needed to know. The biker's mind began to creak as the implications, dread and guilt began setting in.

“Of course not! You..you wouldn't actually do that! I know you wouldn't!” Tears began falling on both taka’s faces.

“Why?! Why the hell did you kill him?!” Mondo looked down in shame

“I killed him because I was jealous of him.”

Jealous? Mondo thought to himself in frustration “ How could jealousy possibly prompt myself to react with fucking murder?!”

“Unless..” Mondo felt a jolt of fear shoot up his spine as he suddenly remembered the incident with Daiya.

“No way..are they actually going to…”

“You see, back when i was young,” a flashback was shown via a series of still images. “I unintentionally caused my big brother to die in a car accident” 

Almost all the students were taken aback from the surprise exposition into Mondo’s earlier life. 

Of course Hiro’s curiocity ended up overriding his sense of courtesy. “Mondo, did that actually..”

“Hiro!!” Sayaka shouted “Don’t ask personal questions like that so suddenly!” 

“No…No it's fine” when the class turned to the biker, they noticed something about him completely changed. Gone was the brash and stoic demeanor they were used to, now replaced with one that was somber and subdued. It was as if all of the energy was taken out of him. “ I guess they really are going to learn the truth.” He thought to himself. “ about what I've done.”

And ever since that day, I've felt guilt and shame coursing through my body. But i’ve managed to hide them from everyone thanks to my “tough guy act”

Everybody felt rather saddened upon hearing about the strife that the Mondo had to bear most of his life, and their hearts went out to him. Even Jill restrained herself from making any remarks, realizing how hard this had affected the biker.

“M..Mondo..I..” Chihiro felt extremely bad for his friend, knowing how bad it must feel having his regrets exposed like this.

Chihiro however was different from me”

Upon hearing his name being said, the programmer darted his eyes back towards the screen, and he let out a small gasp, now worried about his dirty laundry now being revealed.

“For a long time he was disguising himself as a girl in order to stop people from bullying him. But eventually he decided that ‘enough is enough’ and asked me to help him train”

“Who in their right mind would bully someone so kind and wholesome?!” Hina suddenly felt a rush of anger upon hearing how her friend was being treated.

“So…so this means that Chirhiro really is a…”

“Yes” the programmer decided to interrupt Taka before he could finish his sentence. Figuring that it would be better to just rip the bandaid off now.

Several of the classmates turned in surprise. Chihiro played a convincing girl so well that it seemed like a stretch at first. However, Makoto ended up confirming this. “Chihiro, a few weeks ago, gained enough courage to tell me and several about it. It’s ok to let them know right?”

“Its…its fine..” the programmer replied meekly. 

“When I saw his strength and motivation to improve I immediately got jealous and killed him.” Makoto looked pretty distraught at this revelation “holy shit. Thats fucking horrible!”

Nobody disagreed there. 

For Taka, that was the final nail. He realized that, in this alternative future, Mondo did end up killing Chihiro.

That was the thing though, wasn’t it? This was an alternate look into the future. Taka made a vow to himself, that no matter what might stand in his way, he would keep this future from happening, that he would prevent Mondo from ever doing something like this, and support his bro until the very end.

Whoever orchestrated this whole killing game, they would have hell to pay! Although..that train of thought haulted paused as he remembered something on screen Junko said in the very beginning. “ Now he’s gonna feel despair….Not ruin my plans”.. Why would her plans involve…..oh…..oh no..

Taka suddenly felt cold. Junko…she couldn't have possibly… He’d have to put a pin in that line of thinking. There were other things that needed his attention right now.

“Indeed, yet another life was cut short by my own stupidity. There is no way i could redeem myself now. I should probably just let monokma execute me..”

“Mondo no!!” Chihiro suddenly shouted, surprising everyone. Of all the people to speak loudly, chihiro was the last one they expected. “You…you can't die.. Not like this! I know what you did in the past was wrong, but you aren’t a bad person! I dont care what might have happened, or what could happen in the future. Never…never think that about yourself!” Tears were streaming down the programmers face. 

Mondo was taken aback and felt a pang of guilt throughout his body.

“Chihiro is right!” Taka was inspired by the programmers sudden courage, “just because what we are seeing on screen is unpleasant, doesnt mean you are like that now! These events have yet to happen and as long as we stay on the right path, they never will! I promise, we’ll always be here to support you Bro!”

There was a warm feeling in Mondos heart at the kindness of his friends' words.

”You guys...I don't...aw fuck it. I’m terrible with this kind of mushy stuff anyways.”  He then stepped towards the still crying Chihiro, and then wrapped his arms around him in a tender embrace. “Thank you…just thank you, man.” Chihiro stopped crying for a moment and smiled at the kind gesture. 

“yeesh....i think I'm gonna get diabetes by how sweet this is.” Junko thought to herself, despite hiding it under a faux smile.

Out of nowhere Mondo then looked up and saw everyone else was swooning, a few people like Hina and Sayaka “aww”ing, and Celeste giggling to herself.

Ok, enough of this. Mondo’s face became a scowl once again. “H-Hey! Don't you dolts get any damn ideas! Any word of this gets outside this room and you fuckers are DEAD, got it?” 

“O-of course! Not a w-word!” Hiffumi exclaimed, startled by the bikers shift in tone. But he then mumbled to himself. "tsundere.."

Some of the other students were not phased by his outburst though. They knew that deep down, their biker classmate was a big ol’ softie. Have mercy on the soul of whoever had the guts to tell him that though..

“NO BRO! That's not true!” Taka then shouted “It is never too late to redeem yourself!” Mondo looked taken aback by this.. “Bro…” 

Taka continued “you can still become a better person even with all the hardships you carry. As long as you continue to HOPE for a change within yourself, then you possess the will and capability to make it actually happen! And if you feel any regret over your past misdeeds, then self betterment IS your responsibility”

“I must admit..those are very wise and moving words.” Sakura stated thoughtfully, pondering on screen Taka’s message

“Indeed! He certainly has great insight, and I would expect nothing less!” Taka smirked, proud that his on screen self was providing comfort to his friend.

“Yknow, this is probably the first time that we’ve seen a version of ourselves properly act like us…its kind of strange, after all the craziness” Leon said while scratching his beard.

“That is true..” celeste replied. “Although… I hate to be the bearer of bad news but, I don't think on-screen’s-Taka’s words will matter much.”

“W-what?! why?!” Taka turned towards Celeste, surprised.

“Because he is still guilty of killing Chihiro in that timeline” Kyoko stated matter-of-factly. “No matter how much redemption he deserves, he still has to apply to the rules of the killing game.” Just like that, the feeling of sadness that had been plaguing the class had once again returned.

“So do not lose hope, there is still a chance!” Taka smiled  “Im here if you need any help, just dont give into yourse-”

Byakuya then interrupted “Be silent Ishimaru, you filthy dishwasher”

“Filthy..w.what??” Jill turned towards Togami in playful disappointment. “Master.. I love ya, but you gotta work on your insults”

“Mondo is already being executed”

“He is!?!?” half the class shouted with some of the other classmates covering their ears from how loud that was.

Sure enough, the scene cut to a close up of Mondo, strapped on a motorbike, that appeared to be zooming around a glowing lightning cage, his pompadour was flapping all over the place, while his eyes were swirls, clearly from being dizzy. 

“YOU FOOL! THIS IS MY SEXUAL FANTASY!”

Monokuma was clearly confused “What the fuck is wrong with you people?! This should be extremely painful!”

In spite of the rather frightening execution in front of them, on screen Mondo stating that whatever was happening is his sexual fantasy took some of them out of it.

“You know.. I never thought I'd see the day where I would agree with a psychotic robot bear” Hina stated plainly. 

“Honestly neither did I” Leon responded. “I mean it just…honestly there’s no fuckin way that's true.”

“Of course not!, the fuck do you take me for?!” Mondo shouted, just as irritated (if not more so) that his death was also straight up played for laughs. “And there's that weird ass music again! I’m getting really fuckin tired of hearing it!” several of the more temperamental students agreed.

The rest of the class was still distraught to see the demise of one of their classmates, but since it wasn't as brutal as the last few deaths, they were able to hold themselves together.

The screen then lit up completely white, and when the light dispersed, there emerged a small tin of what appeared to be butter with Mondo’s face on it.

“Wait a minute..is..is that a container of what I think it is?” Chihiro asked, his voice trembling in fear.

“Ouch now im the fucking butter” Mondos voice then emerged from the tin.

“Gwehh?! H-he spoke?!” Hifumi flinched back, startled by the butter speaking. Everyone else was also just as bewildered and weirded out.. Some of them trying to hold back their lunch. It was a good thing they didnt really eat that much before coming here.

“But he…he just perished before our eyes yet…yet he is still talking but….” There weren’t many things in the world that could make Byakuya stammer like this. However, the pure unbridled stupidity of what they were witnessing was enough to take him off guard.

“Uhh…master you…you doing alright?” Jill looked towards Byakuya in concern. However quickly Togami composed himself

“Im…im fine…” 

“Well alright, if you say so” Makoto reassured the progeny. However he then took note of text flashing on the screen

“Hang on.. Is it just me or was there some word that showed up for a second?”

“Yeah you're right,” Junko replied. “Quickly, rewind so we can see it.”

Sure enough they rewound a few frames to find what the message was...

stoopid

Alot of the students had bored and resigned faces upon finding the answer.

“Really. That’s it?” Junko said plainly “just some goofy insult?”

“Talk about a disappointing easter egg.” Hifumi added.

Something told them that this probably wouldn’t be the last meaningless moment in this dumb viewing.