A mint green dress with a cute flowery pattern, pearl jewelry, petticoats, white 3 inch heels, a girdle, white gloves, stockings, & frilly panties, and that was only the clothes. What was the goal here? HE could only ponder for a few short seconds though, for even more stuff began to form around him that he'd be unsure of. He couldn't see it, but it felt like huge lumps were just placed on his chest, fake silicon breasts to be exact, around C cup. That's when a new feeling he was entirely unfamiliar with came to him. He could suddenly feel the weird sensation of his clothes somehow being taken off against his will and his hair getting fully shaved off. All her could hear was the sound of Junko pressing more and more buttons. Eventually, he was stuck between to whole sheets of plastic which outlined his body perfectly, leaving no room for him to move. The tube was continuously pressing against his figure to the point where it began to feel more like a sandwich press. Another large tube began to surround Makoto as he felt stuck. "Hope you like doin' chores!" said the model. Also why would she be here, and why would she approve of this behavior from her sister at all?! Too many questions were starting to form in Makoto's head as Junko pressed a comically large red button.
"Oh shut up you pansy!" rudely replied the fashionista, "I'm just here to give my sister a gift!" Sister? Makoto never though Junko had a sibling, she never mentioned one while talking. "Why did you bring me here?" asked Makoto, not really knowing what else to say at the moment.
#Makoto naegi palette swap full#
Yet sadly, there she was, a fellow classmate taking full control over him and his friends' fates.
Makoto never had any major suspicions for who the mastermind was, he never wanted to think a good friend did this. "Hey there Hopey McHoperface." introduced the pink-haired diva the class came to know as Junko Enoshima. It didn't take long to figure out where he was, this had to be the mastermind's room! But sadly, he figured out he couldn't leave when he heard a familiar voice. There only seemed to be a control panel and a screen showing many different scenes at once on the wall. Before he could even what just happened, why, or how this happened, winds from the ceiling sucked the poor lad up to a very interesting room. The tube came with a loud THUD, instantly ending what was really a short nap. He tried drifting off to sleep, when suddenly a hard plastic cylinder circled around his bed. He'd still get morbid thoughts about him or another loved one dying via murder or execution, but he pushed them as far away as he could in his mind. He was still a hopeful kid, knowing they could soon find a way out without a single classmate having to pass away. Or, at least as normal as a day spent in a school where you could die at any moment. It was just another normal night for the normal kid known as Makoto Naegi. But that's when a little scheme popped in her head, a plot to kill to hopeful birds with one stone of despair. Everything was going wrong! Nobody had any reason to kill, not even her accomplice. Admittedly, it was fun to mess with her when checking the security footage by going back to Makoto's room every few seconds to see Mukuro blush, but it was still her greatest enemy she was talking about. And to make it worse, her useless sister seemed to have a crush on him. No matter what motive she presented her pets with, no matter what little nudge she'd give for them to go off the wall with despair, some dork named "Makoto" would just ruin everything with his repetitive hope speeches. It'd be perfect if some just DIED ALREADY! Nothing happened at all within the walls of the former Hope's peak academy. She gathered he classmates to kill each other to try and escape their own hell only for the reveal of a brand new hell for them to escape to. She wasted all the time and money she had in the world to create the ultimate apocalypse, he perfect despair. Running a death game was boring! Or that's at least how Junko often saw it.
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