Junko Enoshima BIO/Story for DBD.

PhantasmBlast

Now uh. Dont take this too seriously, I was bored and decided to just. Write this out. It only took an hour but as Danganronpa is one of my favorite games, I tried to make this as sorta good as possible. I honestly have a LOT of perk ideas, power ideas, and just ideas in general for Junko, but I dont really think we need to see those or even know about them. But uh yeah. Have this.

Junko Enoshima... An every day average highschool girl. Perfect grades, looks, abilities, acting... Everything. Perfect. Everything. A life of monotonaus and boring perfection awaited her every move. Sure she had a sister... But she was boring. Predictable. Usable. She didn't matter. She had a school. Top of the nation.. No, the world. Boring. Useless. Her ultimate talent didn't matter. What good was analyzing things when it was all just boring? She was diva. A fashionista. She was in magazines, posters, billboards. But again. It was just. All. So. Boring. People would talk. She'd know what they'd say. Hopes peak truly meant nothing, the WORLD. Meant nothing. There truly was no point in life. All there was to do... Was make one. What good is hope, anyway? Thats right. No good. Nothing exciting comes from enjoying life. Nothing good comes thinking it will be alright. Unpredictability... Thats what she wanted. Something... Unpredictable. Something. Fun. And one day, she found it... What she was looking for.

Despair. Despair never let her down. Despair was like a roller coaster, one which she could sit back and enjoy. The despair of failing. The despair of watching another be filled with despair. It was EVERYTHING. It was so strong she HAD to show it to the world... And she did, in fact, succeed. The world became her hell-scape. People flocked to rioting just like she knew they would. The world and its people were bored of their every day hopeful lives. They adored her Monokuma. They adored her as a queen, she was the diva of despair; She had entire groups dedicated to her. People would starve themselves for her. They'd mutilate themselves just to get a taste of that sweet despair that she could provide. Her games... Her killing games... It was all for the simple sake of despair. But everything has to come to an end. It cant stay forever. People rise up, as per boringly expected. She knew she'd win her newest killing game; It was a master class of deception, after all.

It was pathetically easy to understand what'd happen when the game commenced. They'd be scared. Oooh. SO scary. They'd kill. They'd trial. They'd repeat. But the world ate it up, the viewers loved to see it. But... Something unexpectedly EXCITING happened. She lost. She was beaten by the boring hope she despised, and... She loved it. She loved that outcome. As per the game's rules, she was outed as the blackened and sentenced to her punishment... A combination of all the grisly tortures she forced upon the inhabitants of the hope's peak killing game. At the end, she was in love. This feeling.. It was one she never felt before. This despair... It was her favorite so far. The despair of loosing. The despair.. Of death. With a smile, she accepted her fate at the hands of the after school lesson; But that;s when she noticed the machine wouldn't crush anymore. Had Chiaki rigged it before his death, she thought? Impossible. Alter Ego already stopped it for Makoto, so it cant be that... The room went dark. Went silent.

Fog encased her and the room she sat in. Her Monokuma was by her side, he's all she truly needed after all, and the realm seemed to disperse before her very eyes. Her eyes closed, and re-opened in a place stranger to her... An unfamiliar, yet familiar place all the same. It had this.. Edge to it. Junko knew this feeling as well as anybody; This lingering feel of despair covered every inch of this fogged up forest. She liked this feeling. A lot. She noticed she seemed to have monokuma's gavel in her hand, but it seemed much bigger than usual... In her pocket, was her punishment button. She truly had everything she needed. But she wasn't sold yet. How would this not just turn out to be another boring, predictable, stupid game like everything else? And then she heard it. Something spoke to her. Something whispered a tantalizing deal, promising nothing but excitement and unpredictability, as well as an endless amount of hope to devour into despair...And that was all she needed.

She widened her eyes, held her monokuma in one hand, and off she went. She'd be riggin' up some machines, naturally, I mean, what else would she do with her fun little punishment device? She had everything now. A will to play this game. A deal with some random entity not even she could seem to understand or predict. Death was no longer an out, something she'd only dreamed of since a kid. Her toys could no longer break permanently. For the second time in her life, Junko Enoshima finally felt... Happy. Truly, and utterly, happy. With one last laugh with her Monokuma, she walked into the trials, yelling one sentence over and over again; "IIIIIIIIIIIITS PUNISHMENT TIME~!"