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Goodbye

Send me “Goodbye” for the last voice message my muse leaves for yours before they die

MESSAGE FROM: JATARO KEMURI 

       Monaka, I’m sorry. I tried so, so hard for you, Monaka. I loved you. I worshipped you. I was the priest for your religion. I was our priest and I tried so hard to get people to worship you like I did.

      So many bad, bad things happened, right? We found out ‘bout your true intentions, ‘nd I work with Komaru ‘nd Fukawa now. But you were always so special to me. I missed bein’ real young together, when we texted each other kitty ‘nd snake emojis, or how you helped me study when everybody else given up on tryin’ to teach me. 

     I’m fadin’ real quick here. It’s sad to watch it all be gone at 14 years old. All my baby teeth are outta my mouth now, Monaka. I’m not a tiny kid no more. I wanted to talk to you one last time, but it don’t seem like you’re at the phone. So here’s my final message. 

     I never hated you, Monaka. What you did was awful, but I’m real used to it by now. I’m always the worst, ‘nd you just treated me like how I am. The best times of my life were when you taught us the things you did, ‘nd when you were the real leader of our group, ‘nd when you saved us. I dunno where your intentions went bad, but oh, Monaka. Even now, I might follow what you say. 

     This is one final report from the Warrior of Hope’s Priest. Goodbye, Monaka.

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midorimeji replied to your post: You’ve been on my mind!~

“Jatarooo don’t be rude– otherwise Monaka won’t give you some of her Umaibo.”

     "I've been on the run for weeks. I’ve nearly died like 3 times. Us Warriors have no allies but each other, after you lied to us and the truth came out. You were our princess. We did everything for you, and you just--! Monaka!

      Jataro doesn’t really want your Umaibo, Monaka.”

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con't from here @desperatixnis 

       Jataro nodded. Being hated by the world meant no one cared (or perhaps even enjoyed) if he was sad. With puffy red eyes and an aching heart, he’d gone to Junko. 

       When the entirety of humanity failed him and he failed them in return, at least, he thought to himself, big sis Junko will always be there. He was right only on one part: Junko will always be there. She will fail you, she will fail you again and again, but she is now a fact of the earth, something as hard to get rid of as hurricanes or earthquakes. 

        Jataro took Junko’s hand, sniffling slightly. His loneliness was eased by her words: I’m always thinking about you. 

       “I wanna go for a walk with big sis, yes.”

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@corruptedxclever​ liked for a starter!

       Jataro didn't care what the context was, he hated having to see Servant. It was probably the incessant things Monaka had said about him, about how ugly and rude and stupid he was. Since it was Monaka saying it, Jataro believed it. 

        “Hey, Servant! Why’re you here? You don’t have to be. You can go. Like... go.”

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🎀

Send “🎀” to put a ribbon in my muse’s hair

        Jataro kicked Servant as hard in the balls as his 9-year-old self could possibly muster. He was no Masaru Daimon, but he did a lot of physical labor for his art, and was nonetheless fairly strong for his size. 

         Better luck next time, Servant.

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@despairwave​ liked for a starter!

        There were plenty that worshipped Junko Enoshima. Just purge the world already. There were cults, terrorists, all the horrors one could imagine-- following the former model’s lead. The planet was in total disarray, unorganized chaos, trapped in black and white as the remnants of humanity chose sides to follow. 

        But none loved her like a small, scraggly band of children. They followed her like baby ducklings, each kid weirder than the last. Tiny, color-coded soldiers who named themselves the Warriors of Hope-- green for power, pink for fighting back, red for leadership, blue for intelligence, and grey-brown for the outcasts. 

      “Big sis!” came the shriek of joy, as he saw her. Jataro Kemuri loved Junko with his whole heart, with his whole being. Seeing her was like watching the sun peak out after weeks of hurricane. 

       “Big sis Juuuunko! How! Are! You! Doing!” Jataro threw himself at her, arms outstretched for a bear hug.

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Flashback

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      "You have to understand our decision.” 

      Jataro ignored the words, as they weren’t meant for him. They were meant for his (very angry) mother, who sat beside him in the principal’s office. None of this mattered. None of it meant anything to him.

       The principal, who was clearly overworked and underpaid, sighed and ran his hand through thinning hair. “We don’t like to expel students. Especially not first graders. But your son has racked up quite a list of... offenses. Locking himself in the teacher’s lounge and spray painting cuss words on the walls? Sending anonymous bomb threats, later traced back to him so he wouldn’t have to run in physical education that day? Dissecting squirrels and scaring other students with it, then leaving the corpses across the campus? It’s simply gone too far. He’s clearly disturbed in ways that we cannot help.” 

       His mother made a hiss through her teeth, angry at her son for being a freak, and the principal for his choice, and herself for having a cruel monster of a kid. 

        “For your information, he has been sent an invite to Hope’s Peak Academy’s Elementary School for second grade,” She spoke in a cold tone, folding her hands in her lap and giving Jataro an ugly glare. “Due to his art. So he was going to be leaving anyways.” 

        This was meant to be aggravating to the principal. (Nyeh-heh-heh, you don’t get me ‘cause Hope’s Peak wants me, thought Jataro.) Instead, he gave a weak smile. “Excellent, I’ve seen some of his masterpieces. Stunning work, especially for a 7 year old. I wish the best for him.” He turned to the artist. “Good luck, young man.” 

      Jataro stuck his tongue out at him as they left the office.

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@despairousel​ liked for a starter!!

      Relations between the Junko’s chosen were always a bit strained-- the children loved Junko, and Mikan loved Junko, and it was a stiff competition to earn her favor. Who killed the most, who spread the most despair? Who did Junko smile at more? 

       With such, it was with surprise that Jataro found the nurse at his door. 

      “Why’re you here, big sis?” He grumpily mumbled, allowing her in. To refuse her would mean sticking his nose up at Junko, at the unity of her despairing family, and he didn’t want that. But he didn’t have to be exactly nice, either.