"How disappointing,"
In the dim light of a pitch black room, a young man brought down his hood and sighed. "To think she would fail. Not only that but the survivors took half of our members as well,"
"What now?" From the shadows a girl with ebony hair appeared with a scowl, "With our remaining members there's no way we can bring this world to despair!"
"It's not like I can recruit someone from the blue," he replied, "If you wish for some new members I suggest you come up with a plan,"
She begged to differ yet the girl could not bring anything to say. Though harsh it was the undeniable truth; they cannot recruit just anyone. No, they want people who hunger for despair. Absolute despair; that was the core of Super High School Level Despair.
The boy let out another sigh. "Damn it...I guess this is it then. If we can't find and drag people into despair, then we don't stand a chance against hope," the world's fell from his lips full of distaste.
Although defeat brings despair it brought along another feeling. Fear—the fear of getting caught. If they were caught then they have no chance of bringing the world to despair.
"Don't forget," a monotone voice said from the dark, "Though the initial plan has failed Mankind's Most Despairingly Maleficent and Monstrous Malefaction is still in effect. Though they have some hope there is still more despair,"
Their faces turned to a sleepy blond male, his face half hidden under a blanket. "Though hope prevailed this time, it's not too late to bring more people down,"
"Yes but the question is how," Another male, this time with long black hair tied back, spoke up, "So far we've caused two games of mutual killing, and both plans failed to bring absolute despair. As far as I know causing yet another mutual killing is bound to end in failure, so what must be done instead?"
The four fell silent, deep in thought. No one knew the answer to the man's question. They all hung their heads; with no way to bring more people to despair they can only admit lost. At least they can spend their lives rotting away in prison.
A faint chuckle echoed across the room. "What's with all the silence? Truly disgusting," another hooded figure spoke from the shadows. Everyone's attention turned to him, some of which where confused.
"So you have a plan?" The lone woman questioned, a sense of doubt sprinkling her words. The last of the group smiled a twisted grin, just enough to rival the Chesire Cat.
"There's a reason why the first two attempts failed," he stated, "They aren't just killings—they're flawed killings by Enoshima Junko!"
"So what?" The long haired male questioned, confused by his comrade's words, "Are you planning on another mutual killing?" A psychotic gaze stared back followed with a determined grin.
"Of course," he sneered, earning a gasp from his piers, "The reason Junko-chi failed was because she lacked the skills in starting a game of mutual killing. Don't you remember; we all created a mutual killing of our own, bringing fear and despair to this pointless world we live in,"
"Get to the point," the blond spat, clearly annoyed.
"Well, what I was trying to say is that I'll pull the strings this time. Junko's trouble was playing the mastermind behind the scenes; this time I'll watch within the crowd. You guys know me, right? To the world I'm an everyday lad living his dull life, but behind the scene—-"
"I'm SHSL Terrorist, and nothing's gonna stop me from bringing this world down,"
"Hey there, do you have a moment?"
"..."
"I'm sure you've heard of it before. Kibougamine Academy, otherwise known as Hope's Peak Academy,"
"..."
"Why am I asking about such a thing? You already know, don't you?"
"..."
"Accepted. That's right, you've been accepted to become another shape for hope in this world,"
"..."
"Why talk to you? Hah, I wonder...who knows? Maybe..."
"...?"
"Just maybe..."
"...!?"
"—-because you'll fall towards a different goal...than what they hope for..."
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"Welcome to despair, SHSL...—-"
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And that's a wrap. Yeah, I know I should be doing some other stuff than this (like finishing my two other damn stories...T-T) but I kinda want to do this...
This is my first attempt at a SYOC. I kinda want to try doing a mutual killing to satisfy my sadistic nature, but my trouble is working with other people's characters so sorry if I might mess up or they aren't portrayed as you hoped. Just give me a chance.
I've posted the application form on my profile so check there!
*UPDATE* I'm in need of more males at the moment. I'd like to numbers in ways even. Here are the open roles.
Girls: 8/8
Boys: 7/7
NOW CLOSED.
Also in reply to anonymous reviewer HopeorDespair
"I'm kinda full on girls, especially shy and kind ones. And I already have a bit of a psychopath; I kinda just need one for now. I enjoy borderline crazy, but at the moment I'm keeping that spot in check for other PMs (because of the special role) and maybe other anonymous reviews. It was also kind required for me that the sender sends one Oc by the following description on my profile. (I'm not saying she isn't good! It's just that I'm a skim reader; long posts/stories make me skim) The application I put up is there to put the important details first. Really my job is to see if the Ocs I recieve can work well together to make a story. So hey, send a boy my way cause I'll check then!"