ur writing is so banger dude. anyways hhhh could you make reactions of Byakuya, Leon and Kazuichi to meeting an Ultimate Psychologist? (first impression kinda thing) (stolen from one of the asks you already got)
ofc!! (me when i do this instead of studying??)
BYAKUYA TOGAMI
he’s slightly intimidated
“As I'd thought... The Ultimate Psychologist. A title with... interesting connotations, I must admit.”
interested in how you could help or possibly be at an advantage in the killing game
will not be coming to you for advice
LEON KUWATA
honestly doesn’t fully understand wtf you are
“Woah, awesome! Wait...can you, like, read my mind or something?”
a bit nervous around you(ESPECIALLY DURING THE KILLING GAME). what do you know about him??
probably comes to you for advice at some point
KAZUICHI SODA
doesn't process that there's a difference between a psychologist and a therapist.
scared you’re gonna find something out about him somehow
“Ohhh, Ultimate Psychologist, that’s a really fancy title ya got!”
yo so i saw your intro thingie and saw that you’d write executions for characters with ultimates. that’s actually really cool :0 so i was wondering how you’d interpret an ultimate psychologist would be executed?
Wahhhh my first execution request, thank you so much! Had a big help from my friend (thanks, Mark!) so I was able to do this. His method was so much better than mine omfg.
The Ultimate Psychologist’s Special Execution: One For A Million
Bright yellow light from a hanging lamp entered the person's vision as they opened their eyes. In front of them was a monochrome bear. None other than Monokuma. That's right. They were about to get executed.
Regret took over their mind. Panic started to surge through their veins as they looked around the room. People were surrounding them as if they were trying to summon an unearthly presence into the center, where the Ultimate Psychologist sat. They noticed that not only one, but more monochrome bears were lined up behind the seated Monokuma. Their hands were stiff while holding a clipboard and a pen. They looked at the bear with nervous eyes. Nonetheless, they started counselling the patients.
One by one, each with different cases talked to them. Their eyes would flicker, observing if any of the people would move. None. The scribbling of their pen against the onion skin paper was swift enough to light a spark. Once, a paper ripped and they had to start all over again. Not only the pressure of using their talent was taking a toll on them, but also the intimidating aura of every thing and everyone around them. Who knows how long each session would take.
It's currently their 98th Monokuma patient. Sweat started to run down their forehead, some would drip down their papers. Their pen would occasionally slide out of their fingers and their paper would be drenched in the salty fluid. Their breathing was getting uneven and their chest heaved. Lips were chapped and dry, not even a drop of water in sight. They were so thirsty that she even thought of drinking their own sweat.
Frustration was now visible on their face. They’ve had enough. They needs to let off some steam.
They stood up, raised their pink pen and stabbed Monokuma in his red eye. They dragged it across his body until it got out by ripping his side. The clone only stopped functioning and fell on the floor with a soft thud. They’ve done it again. Monokuma said if harm were to come near him a rightful punishment would befall them. And they’ve defied that rule yet again.
Out of fear, they ran away from the wooden chair they were sitting on, looking for anywhere. Anywhere with an escape. The people with business chased them as they enters regular doors, and suspicious doors but she always ended up in a familiar place. Like they were in a loop. Unaware, they continued entering rooms with different patterns and finally came across one that had a light shining at the end of it.
Finally, hope! A hope that they can get out of there! Once they’ve gotten out of this hellhole, they would not kill ever again. They were so close. So very close.
Monokuma positioned his giant equipments behind the people chasing the student. First fire was a bunch of papers. Hard papers that were enough to cut the chasing crowd in half. Those tree products were only able to graze the Ultimate beside their arms; arms that were now bleeding with paper cuts. Monokuma continued firing papers which wiped out the citizens and grazed almost every inch of their arms.
That doesn't matter. There's still hope after that bright light. They'll meet their friends behind that light. They will!
Monokuma changed his muzzle and aimed at at the person. For the second and last shot, hundreds of pens came out of the holes of the gun and pierced the person’s back. Pain took over thei body until their figure slumped down the floor, pink blood pooling around it. Every pen clung to their backside, not letting go of every nerve it had to attach itself. The psychologist twitched one more time before their body was only a lifeless chunk of meat.
A paper fell down just above their head. The headmaster picked it up, and with a pen he wrote, "Dopamine!"
Anon, you’re probably not gonna believe this but I had sooooo much fun writing this! I tried to make the character gender-neutral as much as possible so sorry if you see any grammatical error! Hope you enjoyed (i am so proud of this what--)!
