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Modelronpa: Fashion Disaster! || Captor Trial Start - III

Once everyone has filed into the runway, the doors shut with a final CLANG. Then, you’re left in silence to find your way to your desired podiums. As you do so, in the center of the stage, where you would usually see the grinning faces of the Modelmascots is now the snarling Momoke. Whereas the other three had those flashy and nearly childish dispositions, there was only a terrifying and disfigured beast remaining to great you. In a strange way, the ones who forced you to go through with murders, motives, and fashion shows were just as much at the mercy of this place as all of you.

The infamous chair of the trio’s ringleader, Modelkuma, lays beneath the monster in shredded fragments.

“ W̙̚é̦l̠̑l͈̈́,̠͂ w̺͒e̠̊ll͈͆..͔̇.̚͢ ̭̆No͉̐t t̫͋oȏ̞ ̱͡talḱ͢at̖͡i͕̐ve̛̠, h͉̍m̹͋?̜̋ Th̘͑a͉͋t̰̃'͔̂l̩͛l̞̈ ͉̍ḥ̓a̦̾v͚̌e̙̍ ̥̏t̼̀o͑͜ ̞͘cha̟͐n̖̂g͔͌e̹͝ ̤͡s̥̕ô͉ō̧n͇̓ ͙͡i͔̊f͔̊ ͎̀yoȗ͕ ͕͠reall͌͢ỵ̈ ̬̉wan̠̕t ̦̓y̖̿o̡͠ur̬͐ ti̻͝c͕̔ke̢̿t̘̽ ̜͠ou͓͒ṭ͆ ̛͢of̗̽ ̝͡he̪̓r̝͛ẻ͜~  ”

They emit a disgusting, pained chuckle from their unhinging jaw. On your voting screens, you’ll notice a slight change. In case of confusion, Momoke speaks up.

“ S̠͒in̲͘c̘̔e̲̽ ͚͘ý͇ọ̃ȕ̜'͌͟re̝͗ s͉͝ȏ̬o̩͂ö̟́o͒ͅ ̫̓ḅ͒it̪̄ter ̻̅a̦̿b͖̍oũ̹t ̯̍lả̮s̮͒t̜̔ t̘͑im̘̈e, we ̜͝alte̤̚red̝̂ ̂ͅh͖̚o̘͋ẉ͝ t̞͞h͉͑é̯ ͕͘v̞̀o̗͘ṫ̖ě̞s ͖͞wi̞̇l̤̃l̞̇ ̦͘ḡ̭o̘̅.̣̾ ̌ ”

“ F̭̀oŕ̨ ̹̊ẗ̺h͉͛ẽ͈ ̺̓C͂͢a̮͝pt̻̔oŗ̃ ̣͂T̝̑r̥̕ǐ͍á͖l,̖͛ ̠̉y̩͒ô̢u̗̎ ̰̊ma̛̲ỳ̼ v̹̊oț̊e ů̪p͚͌ ͙̾t͓͞o ̙͠3 of͙̅ yo͙͒ur p̟͆ĕ̦e̼͐r͎͌ṣ̾ ̞̇as̭͠ ̛̘y̮̒o͓͋ur sų͛s̹͠pecṫ̡s.̧͗ 

“ H̼͛owè̟v̤͞e̱͗r͢͠,̭̎ ̺̔yo̹̅u ̲̾ma̠̋y͋ͅ ̡̏ȯ̝nl̜̚y ̳̿gḭ̓ve ̱̓ő̭ne̗̍ vŏ̦t̼̉e tô̩ ̮͡o̧͘ne͕͒ ̯̎ṗ̱ers̞̚o̎͜n.̼̉ “

The abomination swishes it’s tail, sitting itself down as they watch you with sadistic glee.

“ Th͇͆ḛ̇ h̎͟i̹̊g͓͂h̜͘e̢͞s̖̄t͈̒ v͊ͅò͈t̹̋e ͙̀mus̢͑t ͇̋ḡ̪o̙̐ ̦̋t̲͊o̫̍ ̗̚your ̞̿cå̭p̘̑tor̞̓.̫͆ If̼̐ ͉͒ẗ͟her͚̋é̦ ̧̄a̩͘r̮͛é̯ ş̈́ę̓v͎̍e͉̕r̻͡al̯͊,̘̀ ͓̀t̲͌hē̝y m̤̓ust͔̾ ̼̀b͚͛e͙̓

in t̼͌ḧ̤́ȩ̎ ͎̓tỏ̖p̥̂ spo͓͂ts̥͂ fo̹͗ȓ̢ y͉͘ou̝̕ to ͎̕b̜͛ĕ͓ ̟͒co̬̕r̃͢r̔ͅé̩c̒ͅẗ̞́.̯͐  “

“  ̤̄You c͓͆a͔͐nn̥̕o͋͟t̫̾ ̡̛v̨̉ot̅͟e̦͞ ͔̑ṡͅev̤͊e̟͆r̡̃ǎ͟ḽ̏ ͎̔ti̖̔me͈͞ṣ͋ ̥̈́f̛͙or̘͋ ö͢n͎̒e̜̾ ̠̂s̮͞t͞ͅuḏ͑e̝͠nt͉̉.͈̿ ̬͞Yo͎͂u c͑ͅa̭̽nṋ̛o̩͘t̔ͅ vot͙̓e ̻̈f͖́o̧͆r͙͘ ͇̿a̜̓

st̩̃ȁ͓f̳͠f͚̈́ m̘̂e̻̍mb̟̽ḙ̔r,̐͟ ̱͝or ̆ͅõ̹t͇̄h̗̒erwi̛͟s̢̕e, f̥̃oȑͅ ̰̑t͎͠h͉̏e̼͐y ą̂re ǹ̳o͛͟t̝̿ wh̹̑o ͙̊y͎̐ou͔̔ a̮͛r̪͊ẹ́ ̧̇l̟͡o͚̓ȏ̹k͖̐in̼͋g̀͟ ̠́fo͚̊r. ”

With that, the beast settles down onto its haunches contently. As they do so, a voice many of you might recognize came. It’s not Petbe's. It’s older. More broken-in. On the screens, you see a mysterious figure laid in shadows...

There’s a brief moment of silence to make sure they’re seen before they speak.

"Ah. And one more thing. I'm certain you've wondered who was controlling Momoke, my dear pet."

This was... sudden.

"It was me. I'm certain many of you wonder who I am... but many more know full well. My dears, you've proved your strength of will."

Another pause.

"I'll leave you to it. I know you can triumph. And hello, dear Mido, I'm waiting. Toodleoo."

And just as quickly as they appeared, the person of shadows is gone. As unsettled as you may be, Momoke’s garbled voice breaks in once more.

“ Wit̤̽h͙̄ ̓͜th̰̉ä̤ẗ͈́.̮́.̮̒. ̩̈BEGIN. “

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