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World Order Series: Final Account

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Open your eyes.

Breathe out

Everything is okay now.

The world has changed once again. It is five years the anniversary of the day that ended the second killing game. Five years since Mika Tsukizuka died. Five years since the Tragedy finally came to a close. These years were not easy to traverse; the world was already so damaged. It was never going to be simple to fix in a few months. However, perseverance paid off...

For everything that was done.

For all the pain that was caused.

The world was finally able to heal.

From the ashes of Hope’s Peak Academy rose a new society, one that was clear from the influences of despair at last. The dwindling forces that supported Mika Tsukizuka slowly started to dissipate and disappear until at long last, the flame of chaos that was lit by the former painter had finally diminished. This New World Order so to speak, was never as grandiose in scale as the world that came before it of course, after all, so many people had died in the four years that spanned the Biggest Most Awful Most Tragic Event in Human History. The human race, small in number, slowly started to bounce back.

In the ruins, they rebuilt settlements, started up infrastructure, opened trade with the rest of the world once more. Slowly but surely, schools were opened, jobs were made and people started to live the lives they once did before the tragedy, even if it was amongst the ruins of a civilisation gone past.

The human race had learned from its mistakes. The chaos and despair that once rose from inequality and corrupt power was one of the past. That’s not to say crimes don’t exist in this new world. There is always going to be some sort of evil to balance out the good.

That is the way of society, as Sadako Kirimizu once put it.

But that evil was manageable, and balance had once again returned to the world.

To commemorate those that had fallen and those that had survived to save the world, two statues were erected in very specific locations on Japanese territory.

One, each with the faces of those who participated in the first killing game, the SpecOps agents, was built at the entrance to Outpost 11, on a windswept island off the coast of Tokyo bay.

The other, each with the faces of those who participated in the second killing game, the Hinanjo Captives, was built in front of the gate to Hope’s Peak Academy, in the centre of Tokyo itself.

The Heroes of the Tragedy will never be forgotten.

From all three mods at the World Order Games, we thank all those who participated in these games from the bottom of our heart.

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Breathe | Epilogue

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After their chat with Akira and Kazuya, the group of survivors watched the two men gleefully take Sorakuma away to be melted down. At this point, they were left standing amongst the great number of Hinanjo Villagers and Foundation members. Each one of the faces of these exhausted people curling into smiles as they soon started to realise that their suffering was finally coming to an end.

To Raven, Utsusu, Daishin, Hanari, Persephone, Ren and Bunji however, despite being surrounded by so many people, taking into account those that they lost along the way during the killing game, life still felt a little lonely, a little empty. They had been labelled as the saviours of this new world; a group of ordinary people who got caught up in a terrible nightmare. Their determination and sheer force of will bringing them to a point where they survived this ordeal. Was it for survival? Love? or a desire to see things how they once were.

Even so, their survival seemed bittersweet. So many people had died during the mutual killing... Their names... yes...

Kazuro Ryokugane, Shinsuke Naragachi, Kibou Kirimizu, Keiko Yamaguchi, Hisayo Takamiya, Sakurako Morisawa, Ayame Satoshi, Shichiro Kamiya, Nobuyuki Tsukada, Sunshine, Kiha Ryu Each one of them fought and died for survival and their own hope. It was clear that had their hands not been forced by Sorakuma, then maybe they might have all lived.

Three others had died, however their lives had only brought continued suffering...

Touma Genjou, Tomoyo Iori

and of course,

Mika Tsukizuka.

Super High School Level Despair had infiltrated them from the very beginning. Their fates puppeteered by those who sought to see Mika’s vision to the end.

These lives will not be forgotten. For better or for worse.

The survivors found themselves surrounded by the villagers and Foundation members. Many of those who joined the fight were friends or relatives of these survivors. As some of them approached their special people, weeping with joy at their safety, the group of captives could only look at each other with the knowledge that the Tragedy was finally ending. Peace was on the horizon.

Soon, there will be no more destruction, murder, execution, suffering or despair.

These Captives... These survivors... from both the first killing game and the second. They were originally nothing but remnants of the Old World. With their determination, their strength and their courage, they successfully became the beacons of hope for the New World. Future and Past, Truth and Lies, Hope and Despair. Like everything else in this world, it required a delicate balance. Now, all these brave survivors could do, much like those who survived the SpecOps killing game, was...

Close their eyes.

Take a deep breath.

And start again.

THE END

#owo #owoplot #plot #epilogue

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Old Faces, Old Friends | Epilogue

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As the captives finished their final words, the crowds let out a quiet cheer. The sound was less jubilant than those of the despairs that surrounded Mika. Rather these shouts were of relief.

“You guys did good. You can breathe out now, it’s over. We don’t have to fight anymore. Also, the bodies of those who died during your killing game... We have retrieved them and we will give them a proper burial...”

Jiro closed his eyes and murmured something that was only barely audible.

“I think dad would like to buried next to Kotone anyway...”

He took a deep breath and smiled again at the survivors. He then glanced over his shoulder, his grin only growing wider.

“Oh yeah, there are some ‘vets’ here who wanna talk to you. Let’s just say, they kinda understand how you all feel much more than I do.”

Two men walked up and stood next to Jiro, both of them looking out at the survivors.

Familiar faces. At least to anyone who had watched the last killing game. Akira Satou and Kazuya Sato stood before them. Survivors. Heroes. Friends.

Before any of them could speak, however, a blurred shadow moved towards them both almost as quickly as they appeared. Once the movement stopped, the group could see what had happened.

Hanari Hokusai had sped forward and grabbed them both into a tight embrace. She placed her head between theirs and squeezed hard. Akira and Kazuya both hugged her back with the same familiarity as seeing an old friend; family. Hanari attempted to whisper something, but in her emotions, said it a bit louder than she had hoped.

“I missed you fuckin’ idiots.”

With that, the heiress pulled away and stood back with the group, allowing the boys to finally speak...

"Heh. Talk about a sight for sore eyes huh? Glad you guys are uh.. alright. You did a lot better than I would've I think. I probably would've shit my pants once or twice during your uh... big climax, you know? But ya did good, guys! Too bad Bro wasn't here to see this, he would've been real proud."

"Shame he couldn't have held on a little longer... but uh... I don't think he'd want me or anyone moping too hard over it.. but uh.. Hana, 'least you're okay too, you know? I would've been real down in the dumps if something happened to you too, and I know Kamiya's counting on me to get you outta here. So uh.. let's do that!"

“All that rebuilding the Foundation is finally gonna pay off, huh? Hyaha,guess we just needed the enemy to destroy themselves! For a super smart scary organization, that was kinda dumb, hyahaha!”

“Wrinkly old Boingo sure helped a ton— Good name, Hana-chan! We picked him up like a bride the minute we found him, then swept away the rest of Hinanjo next. You guys have some pretty great friends out there, y’know~ Everyone was super eager to come bust you guys out.”

You are sure you heard Bunji scoff loudly next to you all.

“But it’s totally thanks to you guys for sticking ‘round so long. Congrats on the survival! In the words of a wise hero that once was, you guys ‘actually fuckin’ made it outta there…!’“

... There was another shadow.

“—And where are you going~ ?”

Almost immediately, Akira bent downwards and grabbed something that was trying to scurry away from the scene.... It was Sorakuma.

[ Sorakuma ] "Oi, gettoff me!!! Put me down! I am your overseer, you can't man handle me! I'll have you punished!!"

[ Akira ] "Aw, how cute~ What an endearing lil' rascal you can be. How I've missed you. You've been a naughty, naughty bear these past few years, Sorakuma. I think I might just have you punished~ !"

[ Sorakuma ] "Why. Why of all the people that could have made it through that first game, it had to be you two!? Let go of me you pair of village idiots!!!"

[ Akira ] "Hyahaha! Charming! C'mon, we've gotta obey the rules, don't we? This is our win, and your execution's loooong overdue~ You ready for the nice, spicy furnace? Made it just for you! Like it? Hyahaha, you won't! It's punishment time, Sorakuma~ !"

[ Sorakuma ] "Fucking Satouuuuuuuuuuu!!!!!!"

With a rather satisfying cackle, Akira skipped off with Sorakuma in hand. Kazu hesitated for a moment before giving everyone a dopey grin and chasing after his companion.

#ic #owo #owoplot #epilogue

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End of a journey | Raven | Epilogue

While everyone seemed to feel hope after everything that happened--

Raven couldn’t share this sentiment in the least.

In fact, he felt hollow all over again-- No, maybe he felt even more emptier than he did before. After all, he failed again - it’s just as Mika said; he was never able to save his friends. Even though he promised to help Kiha, even though he’d screamed after him to go with them-- begged him to not throw his life away--

It was never enough.

So why should he be happy that he was still alive?

(If anything, his survival was an absolute waste. Just about any of the others deserved this spot more than he ever did--)

Raven barely paid any attention to what everyone was saying - he simply stared up, his eyes hazy and devoid of any emotion. He was, quite frankly, tired of feeling anything at this point. Tired of this pain in his chest that never seems to cease anymore, tired of being the one who has to grieve over and over again, tired of--

Life.

He had enough.

He wanted to rest.

When just about everyone seemed to be done saying their pieces, Raven only spared a glance at the masses before them. His face was blank and the only sentence he spared to everyone present was the following:

“...You saved the wrong person for any of that.”

And after that, he averted his gaze from everyone, looking up once more.

Raven didn’t care if he failed to meet any expectations. He didn’t concern himself to follow up on something hopeful when he felt like as if he’d been plunged to despair once more--

No, it’s not even despair. It’s deeper than that.

It’s just the void.

#ic #ch6 #raven #submission

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new machines || daishin || epilogue

It had been like Mika said. There was no point in saying goodbye, and so Daishin doesn't do anything at all. They simply watch, the only indication that they're having any reaction to the proceedings their wide eyes. Even if they'd been acting borderline genuinely recently-- a phenomena they themself had no explanation for-- something like this... well, it was either that they couldn't determine what they should feel about it, or didn't want to feel anything about it at all. Maybe both. In the end, the one respect they can afford her is not looking away, watching the entire execution with their usual impassivity.

Did they feel good now that she was dead? Well, aside from the fact that they didn't feel anything... no. It didn't help at all. It didn't feel like a resolution to anything to them, but maybe that was just because they were them. Maybe other people felt satisfied with it, so they could be satisfied with that thought in turn.

They remain mostly inscrutable through the disappearance of Kiha, too. What were they supposed to say? They hadn't lied while talking to Mika-- they cared about everyone there, and wanted the best for them... but then too they'd already tried with him, and it hadn't gone much of anywhere. Perhaps at some point in the past Daishin would have been more insistent, but now they seem content (maybe not content) to watch him leave silently.

In the end, the thing that seems to draw their interest the most-- even more than Bunji's arrival, for several moments-- is the destruction of Hope's Peak. Only for a second, a satisfied smile spreads across their face. They weren't sure if this was being broadcasted any longer, nor were they sure where their mother was, nor were they even sure if she was still alive, but they hope that she might be able to see this somehow. And for them-- the end of the spiteful purpose they'd been created with, and the start of a new one.

But now, it wasn't like they knew what they were supposed to say to people. Almost as soon as any attention is placed in their general direction Daishin balks, their unoccupied hand coming up to cover the wires of their throat left exposed when they took their scarf off. An instinctive reaction, probably. After all, anyone who'd watched the broadcast would already know about that whole deal. Still, despite their recent leaps towards being a bit more emotive and quite a lot less nervous, they cower, fumbling for anything to say.

"Ah, mm... don't place all the pressure on us like that, really... in a situation like this, what is there even to say..."

Some things never change.

Maybe it would be easier if they had someone to reunite with to distract themself. Indeed, though they have no reason to, their eyes scan the crowd for a split-second, and their face looks almost disappointed-- but what had they even been expecting?

And how were they supposed to follow up such a cool speech as Hanari's? Anything they could possibly think up to say would sound super lame now.

Eventually, they drop their hand from their neck, pressing it to their chest lightly and bowing towards those assembles as much as they can while still keeping the grip they'd been maintaining on Abe. Who knew how that blood loss was going, after all.

"...I'll provide as much assistance as I'm able... to help rebuild a more wonderful future with all of you. Let's all... look forward to it together."

What an appropriately robot-faking-human-emotions response! Even Daishin themself looks a bit dejected after that one, as if they'd expected some sort of inspirational ghost to possess them.

A foot scuffs the ground. Daishin couldn't feel, and yet here they were-- nerves, a vague disappointment, love, happiness. Maybe they couldn't place all the names accurately, but something told them... they were all there. More than impressions, even.

Their hand comes up to press to their chest once more, this time something beyond simply a gesture of obligatory politeness. They don't seem to be addressing the crowd anymore, just talking into the general vicinity. Perhaps it's only meant for their fellow survivors, or even just the one they were still clinging to. Who knew with them.

"Happiness... ah, that's it. The right name for it. I never thought... to feel happy... to feel love... to feel excitement for a thrilling and boundless future... ah, it truly is... more wonderful than anything I could have possibly imagined. Truly and wholeheartedly... I really am happy."

In the end, Daishin smiles, bright and genuine.

#ic #ch6 #trial #daishin #submission

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Phoenix || Epilogue

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They were free.

But yet, the feeling of them finally being out wasn’t as climatic as Hanari would have thought. Perhaps it’s because she’s gone through something like this before or perhaps it’s because as she looked out to the crowd of people staring at her expectantly, she felt at a loss for words. It was at times like this when the heroes of a story would give inspiring words that would echo through years to come. Yet Hanari couldn’t even think of one word to say.

Hanari looked to the group of survivors.

She had gone through this twice, surviving this twice, losing friends made along the way, feeling the anguish time and time again -- anyone would have become hurt, jaded, worn down, and tired from it all. There were many times when she felt like giving it all up. Even though she was now free once more, why did she feel like crying again?

What did she even have to say?

Inhaling and exhaling, Hanari steeled herself as she stared out into the crowd of people. Both familiar and unfamiliar faces stared back at her as she clenched her fist.

“Leviathan. Shichiro. Haaa he.. Would prolly be cryin’ his fuckin’ eyes out. Prolly be able to give ya all some inspirin’ words or some shit.” Hanari said with a small smile.

“I’m actually surprised I made it this fuckin’ long. Woulda thought I would hit the bucket a long time ago. Guess that’s the power of bein’ a hero, huh?”

Hanari holds her head up high, her face relaxing and a small smile now on her face. Even though the road ahead of them was still long, Hanari knew that they couldn’t stop here.

“Even though we got a long way to go to clear out all the shit in the world, I think we got a pretty fuckin’ sweet team to get the job done. It’s kinda fuckin’ cheesy but - even though things are pretty fuckin’ shitty now, we’ll rise from the ashes and build a better hope for the future. Hell, that’s why we’re all still fightin’, right?”

Hanari wasn’t alone. The Future Foundation, the Villagers of Hinanjo, the remaining survivors - they were all here, even if it was a funny rag team team hastily thrown together. Even if the memories made her sad, she would continue working alongside hope, believing in the future. She knew Shichiro would want that too.

Phoenix and Leviathan - these may be names that will be forgotten but the meaning will still ring true. To continue fighting on even things are hard, creating hope out of despair, carrying on the wishes of those gone —

... a hero’s work really is never done, huh.

#ic #ch6 #phoenix #submission

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One last time. | Ren | Epilogue

Screaming Kiha's name into the smoke was fruitless, yet Ren did it nonetheless. When Mika led him away, and once her body burnt on that pyre. Once they found him again, yet still he insisted on staying behind. It's agonizing to know that there was nothing they could do for him. After being so cruelly and thoroughly broken by this world, and this game, none of them could ever change Kiha's mind.

"Kiha-san, please - don't--"

Chasing after him would be foolish. It'd be useless. No matter how much he wants to.

All Ren can do is follow after Bunji with the others. Bunji - he can hardly believe the man they've been using as a lifeline for so long was actually here. At the very end, he still came through for them. And not just him, somehow. It'd be so easy to leave this dwindling number of survivors behind, especially as time went on. What were 21 people worth? What about 15? 10, until it was 7.

What sacrifice was that worth, and why were these people so willing to give it?

Even one person would have stunned him, so the two crowds, of the Future Foundation who barely knew them and the members of Hinanjo they had lived among. It's truly... bittersweet. After all they've lost... knowing that, without a doubt, Kiha isn't alive in the wreckage of that school. Ren can only stare, eyes burning from both the smoke and something else, at what remained.

"... Kiha-san..."

It's so little, yet at the same time, these smiling faces he can't see, these people he cannot recognize -

Maybe this is what hope looks like.

It's painful to think of those who could have been standing here with them. But Bunji was still alive, despite all the odds against him, and never gave up fighting for them. Raven, Seiko, Abe, Daishin, Hanari...

They were all alive.

Ren had feared, once, what the world would think of the people in this killing game and the things they've done. A pointless worry, obviously, if how much they fought, just to assure their survival, meant anything at all.

There's nothing something like him can ever say to the crowd. He's never been one for speeches. It's impressive enough that he doesn't get a spike of anxiety in hindsight, knowing all of these people watched the broadcast. He's content to stand back and let the others do the talking.

But it's--

Who. Is that.

A woman shoves through the crowd, muttering apologies to the villagers of Hinanjo. The second she breaks through, her eyes land on Ren. Very long brown hair, tied up hastily, but - that's so vague. Who is that? She's running up to him, she's crying, and she's-

"Ren!" Maho all but screams before throwing both of her arms around him in an iron tight embrace.

And she's his older sister.

"Nee-san--"

Whatever she's sobbing into his chest is mostly unintelligible. He can only pick out bits of pieces around her tears; "... idiot... was so worried... so much... I'm so happy you're safe...!"

Ren carefully wraps his arms around her, patting her hair as she's done for him throughout their childhood.

"... Sorry for making you worry, Nee-san. I never would have survived on my own. You... have the people I was with to thank for that. I'm sorry. ... I'm home, though. I won't ever scare you like that again."

He glances up, smiling helplessly at Seiko as she approaches, robot child in tow. It's weird, isn't it? Not just Seiko - of course he loved her, but all those he survived with... it's hard not to think of them all as some sort of strange, mishmashed mess of a family. Beyond that, he had Nana to take care of now, too.

When Maho releases him, hurriedly doing her hair back up the way Ren recognizes, he turns to Seiko, and laughs softly.

"... We did. I think we're going to have our work cut out for us, though."

The burning remains of Hope's Peak were a testament to the world beyond, yet Ren wasn't scared. After all, they've already survived worse, haven't they?

#ic #ch6 #ren #submission

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Reuinion || Bunji || Epilogue

It was strange to be back.

It almost didn't feel entirely real. After leaving so long ago and to finally be back with, well, whose left of the people Bunji said goodbye to was still rather jarring. Still, despite the awkwardness in the air for him at least with how often they seemed to be calling him 'dad' it looks like the rest were glad to see him. Heh. Funny how he lost one child and ended up while a whole lot more.

Though the more he thinks about it the more he thinks about the people he couldn't save. Perhaps if he had been a bit faster... Ah well, there's no point in dwelling on it now. Not to mention if he had actually stayed around then, well, after Tomoyo's and Mika's betrayals Bunji wasn't sure if he would have been able to restrain himself had he been there. It was probably a good thing he left before he got himself killed or something.

Though despite everything he had been through-- traveling the wastelands, find the Future Foundation, grabbing a chicken and fighting to get back to the survivors, it was good to be back.

Most of those Future Foundation guys were either too awkward or too annoying for him to hang around for too long anyways.

But now things were finally... Over in a sense. Sure there were still a fuck load of despair to wipe out but now they could rebuild. Start the world over a new. To be honest Bunji wasn't sure what he was gonna do when all of that was done. He has been fighting and struggling and wandering around for so long that the idea of actually having some sort of stability after all these years felt strange to him. Does he settle down now? Make some new future plans? Reconnect with what remains of his family?

...Eh, he had all the time in the world now didn't he? Bunji could figure it out another time.

"I'm not really all that into giving inspirational speeches to tell the truth. What left is there to say really? 'Hurrah' we did it? Psh... I'm sure after all the shit everyone's been through we're all just glad we can finally fuckin' rest for a bit."

He crossed his arms with a huff.

"...I will say one thing though. Don't have me do anymore fightin' and runnin' around for a while, alright? Heh, keep workin' me to the bone like this and you'll be sending me to an early grave."

And for the first time in what had to be years... Bunji actually smiled.

Maybe things were finally starting to look up for him.

#ic #ch6 #bunji #submission

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Begin Again || Persephone || Epilogue

Was there a person still even left in Persephone after all of this? She had been so silent even after Mika dug into her like a hungry wolf that when they were all lead out of the trial room and to a possible death she did nothing more than follow blindly. What else was she to do? There wasn’t much she really could do.

Fighting back was not a current possibility. She wanted to fight back in a manner Mika had no control over.

Moving from the trial room to the outside only to watch Mika burn at the stake wasn’t as satisfying as one may think it would be when watching the person who caused the demise of the world finally die. Because was it truly really over with one persons death? No. It wasn’t. It was going to continue a while longer. But the head of the dragon had been cut off at the very least and now the followers would be picked off one by one until there were none left.

Persephone's eyes looked away from Mika as she burned alive as the smell alone was enough to make her want to get sick. She stood closest to Ren as she felt as the mob of despairs screaming and rioting would pull the remaining survivors away at a moment's notice...But there was someone missing…

She hadn’t seen Kiha since Mika dragged him with her.

Eyes scanning the crowd she can’t manage to find him but instead the sound of whirring catches her attention and she looks upward at a sight she feels like she hasn’t seen in years…

Helicopters. Helicopters with the Future Foundations name on them and a confused look crosses her face before two and two come together to make four.

“They’re….They’re finally….here?!”

She looks at Ren and the others before the gate opens and she sees Bunji…And words spilled out before she could even process them.

“DAD?”

She quickly goes to correct herself, cheeks tinting in embarrassment.

“I mean…...Bunji...you’re…you're...here?”

As if it was ever a doubt. She knew Bunji and the future foundation were in the process of locating them but seeing Bunji once more she finally had a tired smile on her face. Seeing Bunji again had struck hope into her soul once more….There really was a way out of this terrible situation...But his words struck her as eager regardless how many questions she had she followed his instruction, looking at Ren and the others and started to head away from the school.

That was until she finally spots Kiha and him telling the group to go one without him…

“Kiha...No? We’re not going to leave you behind...One woman is not worth your entire life? Even if she may have really loved you….Self sacrifice is…”

She wants to go back and reach for Kiha but he was already walking away, avoiding all pleas the group had towards him and she could feel herself being overwhelmed with emotion once more.

How many people had they lost in the span of a day? The numbers of those still alive were...so slim. It pained her.

But when she turned back and saw the familiar faces of those she had left behind involuntarily she felt her eyes widen. Scanning the crowd and staggering towards one of the taller figures before going at a full sprint directly at them…

“S-SHION….”

Like a bullet from a gun, Persephone had launched herself at her son….her friend….her family…Her eyes beginning to prick with tears before she started to cry harder as soon as she connected to him with a hug.

“Shion….Shion...I’m so sorry...I tried...I tried so hard to get back to you...But...But you were the one who actually ended up saving me...h-huh?”

It was a stifled laugh but she sniffles, giving him one last tight hug before ushering him over to Ren and Maho.

“I have...I have people you need to meet….I’m sure you’re familiar with Rens..older sister but…There's also Daishin...They’re...They’re just like you…! I know you'll love them...They're great...!”

She looks up and smiles at the confused Shion…

“I...I want you to meet Ren...he’s...he’s very important to me...And I love him...And we promised each other...We would introduce each other to our loved ones...as soon as it was possible...”

Her speech was jumbled...her nerves raw. She was shaking with how much was going on at once...Processing all of this at once was difficult as she made her way over to Ren once more and hugging him for the first time since leaving the entire dumpster fire of Hopes Peaks school grounds.

“We...We kept our promise….”

#ic #ch6 #persephone #submission

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The thief, he kindly spoke | EPILOGUE

He didn't really care.

He didn't care about Mika burning. She was dead now, and his fear was gone, all only replaced by a smug sense of superiority. He had managed to best her after all, even if she had entered the game with a desire to lose- even a victory that was given to him on a silver platter still counted, no matter what. He didn't become a winner by having concepts such as honor in his active vocab.

He did not care at all, in fact.

He wouldn't weep for Kiha either. He wasn't a heartless man, as he'd discovered during the duration of the game- he felt sorry for him, yes, somewhat... Like he'd feel sorry for a puppy if he saw it getting kicked. It'd sting, but would he remember that puppy say, a week later? Perhaps as a distant memory, but the emotional discharge would be gone. It sucked. That was that.

Did he care about those around him?

He loved one of them more than anything, yes. Enough to have plans for the future. He cared for one of them- a friend, an old one. One he felt obligated to, for she'd saved his loved one. One was a friend, but not a close one- the man who could not see faces. The old fart he did not like, and the double survivor he only felt pity for. Two games, and for what? A better world? Some bullshit.

Did he care about this world that was going to come?

Maybe. He would need a world to scam and to trick and to cheat and to defile just as Mika had, perhaps? No, not to that level. His evil was controlled compared to hers. He cared about the world because Daishin deserved to see it unbroken once more. But could he really help? No. He couldn't. He could only help himself and those tied to him.

"I don't have anything to say... The world's never really deserved to hear my deep, intelligent thoughts. My genius is best saved for myself."

So kindly spoke the thief who knew he did not deserve to address the coming world. So gently smiled the jester who knew he could do no good for it- and that was fine. He was happy as he was, a black mark among the shining survivors of the second killing game.

... He was content, wasn't he?

#ic #ch6 #submission

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A Better World, A New World | Epilogue

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As Foundation soldiers moved past the group and over to the gate towards Hope’s Peak Academy to commence clean up, Jiro lead the seven killing game survivors down the street a little, walking amongst the members of the Foundation and Hinanjo that were busy tending to each other. At one point, he stopped, and turned around with an exhausted smile on his face.

“You know, I don’t think anyone has taken the time to tell you this yet, but you and your fellow captives are some of the bravest people I’ve ever seen. There were heavy losses along the way, but out of the darkness of despair, it was you that managed to resist Tsukizuka and bring an end to her reign. She was a master manipulator; she pulled the world to its knees and yet...”

Jiro closed his eyes.

“... Your perseverance through this second killing game... Your determination to get out and live your lives as you want once more... It spurred on a sense of hope and prospect in the lives of the ordinary people out here in the wasteland. The Future Foundation alone could never end the Super High School Level Despair, not when Kirimizu Sadako had set us up to fail from the beginning.”

Jiro gestured to the people of Hinanjo village as they wore weary smiles. Even through their own loss, it seemed that they retained hope.

“The thing is, we’re now at a point where we can finally chase down and put an end to Tsukizuka’s followers. All there is left for us to do is rebuild... And the people of Hinanjo, you guys, are the ones who can do it.

Not the Future Foundation, Not any Super High School Level,

but you guys... Courage can lie within unexpected places. At this point, is there anything you would like to say to the crowds? In a sense, you guys saved them.”

Jiro gestured once more to both the Hinanjo villagers and the Future Foundation members. All of them were now eagerly staring at the group.

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An Alliance of Two Saviours | Epilogue

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As Raven, Utsusu, Daishin, Hanari, Persephone and Ren all dashed out of the gate, they found themselves standing in a very familiar area, one that was now devoid of fog. It was the Northern Thoroughfare, next to the old Entertainment building that they had once used as part of their living space in the killing game. However, the streets were not as empty as they once were. As Bunji shut the gate behind them, the group could see that they were stood in front of two rather large but rather beaten up groups of people. Each one had members who were bleeding, damaged but still holding on to dear life.

One one side, lead by a black haired man in a tattered green sweater and covered in yakuza tattoos, were recognisable villagers of Hinanjo. Each one of them holding a different weapon and helping tend to their wounded.

On the other were a group of people in various black suits and makeshift armour. Their logos spelled out who they were clearly. It was the Future Foundation. One of their numbers, a brown haired man with an eyepatch and a bandaged arm, quickly jogged over to the surviving group of captives and signalled out for Bunji to join him.

This man, tall and rugged, with brown hair and orange eyes, pulled out a walkie talkie and quickly snapped into it.

“Oi, Agent Tasuke, launch all missiles now. The survivors are out, I repeat, the survivors are out.”

He gritted his teeth.

“It’s time for Hope’s Peak Academy to finally be burned to ashes.”

At his command, the helicopters started to take aim at the school and in a flurry of whirring sounds, missiles fired out of their silos and struck the school in a blaze of fire and explosions. Five minutes of destructive fanfare and Hope’s Peak Academy was levelled to nothing but rubble, it’s legacy dying along with it.

As for Kiha Ryu? He finally got to reunite with Mika amongst the flames of destruction that now filled the campus of Hope’s Peak Academy.

The man turned to the captives as Bunji joined their ranks once more. He clipped the walkie talkie back onto his belt and folded his arms.

“Naragachi Jiro, Future Foundation. We’re sorry we couldn’t make it to you guys sooner. Until we met up with Okamura-san, we had no idea where you were being held and our own numbers, well, they were less than impressive.”

The man looked weary and beaten down. You could see that he himself was also sporting various injuries. He grit his teeth.

“It was just as that witch said... Tsukizuka Mika’s influence had doubled since the last killing game. It seemed that whilst she and Iori Tomoyo were enjoyin’ their little messed up game of cat and mouse, they had made sure that they were going to stop us in their tracks at any opportunity. After we managed to secure Okamura-san, we made our way straight to Hinanjo village. Ryokugane Kazuro’s son agreed to aid us in our attempts to rescue you. It seems that your village really cared about your well being as they risked life and limb just to get you out of there.”

"As I told you guys over the radio after I left the trial I had met up with the Future Foundation and Naragachi over here. Once we got to Hinanjo and got everyone I lead 'em all back to you guys... Bet 'yall thought this old man would die out in the wastes or something without keeping to his word didn't you? Ha."

He shakes his head with a huff, almost sounding amused near the end. That's gruff old dad for 'ya.

"Though unfortunately Tsukizuka was prepared for something like this. We would have gotten here a whole lot sooner had it not been for the armies of despair she had set up all over the place. God knows how many of those bastards we had to fight through just to get to you all. Fuckin' hell."

"...It wasn't without any casualties though. A lot of future foundation members and even Hinanjo villages risked and lost their lives just to come out here and help you all. Despite all of that, well... I can assure you everyone is glad you're all safe now."

Despite ending on a rather bittersweet note Bunji scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. He looks away from you all with a solemn sigh.

"Just wish we would've gotten here sooner. If we did then maybe we could've saved Ryu as well... A goddamn shame really."

After speaking Bunji took his place next to the fellow survivors. Despite his usual harsh appearance, there was something warm and comforting about his return. A moment later, Jiro signalled at some Foundation soldiers...

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I Cannot Continue | Epilogue

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At Bunji’s command, the group immediately starts to head through the gate. However at the last moment, they realise that Kiha was not with them. The 6 of them turn around and call out to the man who was stood at the fringe of the crowd.

At the sound of his name, Kiha turns to the other survivors. He seems caught off-guard as they approach him, and even more so at the arrival of the Future Foundation. With Bunji’s arrival, there’s finally a fighting chance at hope, but...

“There’s nothin’...left for me out there. I’ve had...I’ve had enough, so... ”

He looks to the others, pulling himself together long enough to offer them one last, painful smile over his shoulder. Despite the tears still running down his cheeks, it’s one of the most genuine that he’s had in a while.

“Go with Okamura, okay? I ain’t worth it. Just...just tell my parents and everyone back at the village...I’m sorry I couldn’t come home.”

Whether or not anyone tries to speak to him afterwards doesn’t matter - he only lifts a hand as a final farewell and walks into the thick cloud of smoke surrounding the stage, disappearing before anyone can stop him. When he’s sure the others can’t see him anymore, his expression drops into a blank stare as he looks up to Mika’s smoldering remains on the funeral pyre.

The last bits of confetti in the air drift into place on the ground in a manner that’s oddly picturesque considering the gruesome scene playing out around him. Kiha doesn’t pay it any attention, however - whatever was left of him seems to have shattered completely.

At the very least, he’ll hardly feel whatever is in store for him.

As Kiha disappeared into the crowd, the grieving survivors could only turn and follow Bunji out of the gate. There was nothing they could do for him now.

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A Friend Indeed | Epilogue

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The sound of screams and cheers in the campus square was deafening. The huge number of Mika’s followers losing their minds in jubilance as their beloved leader burned and died before their very eyes. The excitement felt by the crowd was reminiscent of the time that Akari Okamura was executed as well; a befitting end to the queens of despair.

As the crowd started to get more rowdy, Raven, Utsusu, Daishin, Hanari, Persephone and Ren looked furiously into the mass for any sight of Kiha. Ever since Mika had dragged him into the crowd, they had nearly lost sight of the former Olympian. They ran around the edge of the crowd towards the Hope’s Peak gate, shouting his name. Soon, the man appeared on the fringe of the crowd, his face weary and distraught. Before the group could reunite with him, they were disturbed by the sound of loud whirring above their heads. They glanced up to see a group of 6 helicopters, each one flying low and charging directly towards the school. On the side was a logo painted clear...

The Future Foundation.

Help had finally arrived.

As the helicopters hovered overhead, the group could see that suited and armoured individuals were deploying the missiles that were set on board. However, it seemed that they were holding their fire.

What was going on?

As the group backed towards the gate, they found themselves alerted by the sound of the gate itself being busted open. They spun around to see a familiar face standing before them...

It was none other than the man who had left everyone so long ago to go get get help; Bunji Okamura. Despite having lost contact with him not long ago it seems like he was finally back. Now with a familiar feathery bird in hand, and with his ever present scowl on his face, he looks to the remaining survivors all impatiently.

"Alright-- before you punks start bombarding me with questions just shut up and actually listen to me for a second. Y'all need to hurry up and come with me right now unless you wanna be blown up to hell and back. We're about to light this whole place up."

Bunji didn't give anyone a chance to reply before turning around and urging them all to follow.

"Let's keep the gushy reunion nonsense for when we get the fuck out of here, okay? So c'mon already! Get a move on!"

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Punishment: The Parade | Chapter 6

In response to Daishin, and even to the few words Abe says, Mika laughs and speaks sweetly.

“Goodbye… No. Don’t bother with goodbyes, Taniguchi-san. When someone is committed to memory… Goodbye never comes.”

There is a small pause as Mika wipes at her eyes, but she is soon to leave her podium again, taking the few steps necessary to stand on the other side of Kiha again. Smiling, she reaches her hand down to him.

“Kiha-san… It’s time for us to go now.”

At the sound of his name, Kiha's head picks up to face her.

"...Mika..."

His expression is mostly hollow, but there's something about the way he looks at her that seems completely captivated, like he can't bring himself to look away. His hands had been clinging tightly to the hair ornament that she had dropped into his lap, but they let it go clattering to the ground in favor of holding Mika's hand. He wordlessly pulls himself up until he is standing at his full height in front of her.

"O...okay..." The grip around her hand tightens and he nods slowly. "I'll go...wherever you do..."

Once Kiha’s hand is in hers, Mika offers Kiha and the rest of the room another smile before she looks at Sorakuma and simply gives the robot a nod. Sorakuma, seemingly knowing what Mika means, nods back, and Mika turns to the exit, pulling Kiha along with her as she walks to it. The remaining three members of SHSL Despair follow behind.

Sorakuma walks towards the exit too, but stops at the doors to look back at everyone else while pointing to the exit.

“C’mon, bastard! This thing is for you too!”

Whether everyone wishes to leave the gym or not, the gun carrying, Monokuma masked members of despair approach, making it obvious that they have no real choice.

Exiting the gym, the walk is unfamiliar for some, and familiar for others -- a silent trek through the hallways until they reach a set of doors that lead out into what was once the large grassy courtyard in the center of HPA’s campus.

Two more Monokuma masked despair are waiting, and when Mika reaches the doors, they open them for her. Compared to the dark halls of the school, the light outside is overwhelming -- it takes a moment for everyone’s eyes to adjust, but even before then, they are met by an equally overwhelming volume of noise.

[ ♪♪♪ ]

Cheers. Music. Fanfare. Once everyone’s eyes have adjusted, what they have entered to is made clear by the crowds of people on either side of what is a clear path, lined with large bouquets of red poppies, and the confetti and banners that fill the air:

A parade.

Mika leads the way down the path, smiling happily and waving to the monstrous crowds of people on either side. Lining the path along with the flowers are masked guards, armed with guns that ring out with gunfire every now and then -- bodies of people who have attempted to enter their path begin to line it as well.

Somehow, this does not deter the countless people cheering, and the music plays unhalted from the large area that they eventually end up in front of once they have made their way down the entire length of the path:

A wooden stage, with what appears to be a pyre and stake built on top of it, and two large screens to either side.

In front of the stage, Mika comes to a stop. While everyone else is halted behind her, she turns to Kiha, who has stopped next to her. Mika regards him with a gentle smile, before lifting his hand to her mouth and softly kissing the back of it.

“...Watch now, won’t you? As long as you keep watching… The end you need will come.”

Smiling still, Mika walks away, letting Kiha’s hand slip away from her grip. The members of SHSL Despair follow her up the stairs onto the stage, and then up the wooden stairs that lead up to the pyre and stake.

The woman turns to face the crowd again, and as she lifts and stretches her arms out to either side, the already boisterous crowd erupts into crazed cheers at an overwhelming volume. At the same time, the members of SHSL Despair tie her to the stake with rope that had been waiting on top of the pyre.

As the three masked despair walk back down to the stage floor, the screens on either side of the stage come to life. On them, Mika is viewable -- and as what she says booms across the courtyard for all to hear, it is clear that this is being broadcast just like everything else in the killing game.

“This… Is what our chaos looks like! Embrace it, and embrace the image of the one who created this hedonistic despair for you -- take it, and die with it!”

Her words are short and quick to the point. Grinning, Mika points down to the three SHSL Despair members. As the screen’s image cuts to them, a number of Monokuma climb their way onto the stage.

Just like the rest, the three are gunned down.

There is only one last member of SHSL Despair to kill -- and only one last thing she has to say as she raises her arms again.

“This world… Will die with me!”

While Mika’s words ring through the air, the Monokuma set fire to the pyre she is standing on. At first, the fire only licks up to her feet -- but it takes no time for it to spread along the wooden pyre and stake.

Even so, there is no screaming like in the kiln. From Mika, the only sounds are mixed laughter and sobs as she grins and cries. The fire is quick to engulf her.

It is a twisted image.

Around everyone, the crowd seems to grow even more chaotic. It’s not long before the masked guards are overwhelmed by the people that clamor desperately towards the stage on which Mika burns, and who spill out into the path everyone stands on.

But somehow, they are safe. There are people the grab for them, but Sorakuma guns them down in seconds time and time again. The robot meant to bring them nothing but despair has been instructed to preserve their lives in the end, it seems.

...Chaos.

It’s what Mika wanted, and all around, it festers -- but as her laughter stops, and her arms fall, there is no control to what is left in her wake.

The person who ended the world they knew has ended her own, and ended herself with it. Mika Tsukizuka, the woman who orchestrated the fall of the world and the most despair inducing incident in the history of mankind, is dead.

But the chaos continues.

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So no toes? || ABE || MM TRIAL || RE: MIKA, DAISHIN

He's been passed out for a bit, only stirring awake from something or someone patting his cheek. One eye opens up and then the other follows, blinking a few times. Woah- he's never felt the world be so blurry and shakey. Part of it's due to the fact that his glasses are drooping and about to drop down onto the floor.

"No..."

Yeah, he's awake. He smiles a little at seeing Daishin, but then he glances over to a blob that vaguely looks like Mika. Shit, she'd moved that far already? How long's he been out of it? She was over at... Kiha, right? He had caught absolutely zero of what was going on, but from the very vague expressions he could read, shit seemed wack.

He can only do one thing right now- lift his right hand and pop her a- oh. right. His hand covered in a scarf, and under that a bloody mess. He can't fucking give her a middle finger. And of course, he forgets he has a left hand he could use. He pouts and kinda whines something incomprehensible to Daishin.

"Dai-kun, flip her off for meeeeeeeeeeee..."

Maybe it's better he goes back to sleep... But instead, he just kinda keeps leaning against the podium, switching between looking at Mika and then to Daishin. He seems to be forcing himself to stay awake, perhaps due to a sense of finality. Something big is coming.

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no toes! || daishin || mm trial || re: mika

Honestly, their bid to Mika had gone much better than Daishin thought it was going to. Speaking from the heart was difficult when you didn't have a heart, so they were counting that an all-around success.

Of course, they don't stick around to see how Kiha's attempt goes-- almost as soon as Mika finishes speaking to them, they dart out from behind their podium and cross the room to Abe's. No more yelling at blood over here! Daishin had read approximately one medical book in their time, so they were pretty qualified to do first-aid. Their bedside manner likely leaves something to be desired, though-- for lack of materials, they untie their scarf from around their neck and press it to the remains of his hand, sort of mumbling vaguely comforting things as they do so. It's Daishin, so they're probably not that comforting. After a moment, they gingerly reach over to pat his cheek, hissing.

"Utsusu-san, are you awake...?"

There's no more time for pestering the dead, however, because Mika's doing something again. Daishin peers over back across the room, trying to determine why things had suddenly changed. Had all of their rebuttals to her been good enough? What she was saying made sense, but also didn't make sense at the same time-- maybe it was just beyond Daishin's scope to read into anything beyond the literal.

All that really mattered, they assumed, was that they'd all succeeded. Things were over here, not that they were sure what was going to happen after this, and Mika was going to die. They should have been happy about that, right? After all, she'd done so many terrible things and caused the apocalypse, so being happy about her death would have been the appropriate reaction.

But still-- still, as they'd said before, they could very easily have thanked her for several things. Their own weak attempts at self-acceptance, their relationship, a number of conversations they had genuinely enjoyed and found interest in. So maybe it wasn't as straightforward as the logical choice of emotion would imply it was.

Ultimately, after standing frozen, thinking, for several moments, they place the hand not currently trying to stop bleeding on their chest, inclining their head the slightest bit-- not so much to indicate a full amount of respect, but not outright dismissal.

"Before you die, Tsukizuka-san... ah, forgiveness or damnation from me doesn't really matter from me either way, and I don't care to offer either, to be honest... but, mm. What I can say, in the end is... even if you truly were this kind of person the whole time, ah... perhaps it's selfish of me, but I'll still value the memories I've retained of the person I thought you were before this. I enjoyed... being friends with that Tsukizuka-san. ...Um, should I say something like goodbye...?"

Their piece sort of hesitantly said, they turn back to their weak attempts at first aid, though they seem to keep Mika's podium in the corner of their eye. It wouldn't do to miss her final moments, after all.

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