Lake Superior
TMF Regular
- Joined
- Jan 3, 2019
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Naegi thought over the clues carefully. Sayaka's murder had left him shaken but Monokuma had explained in no unsure terms what would happen if they didn't take this seriously. Even if one of them was a murderer he wasn't about to let these strangers die!
"Naegi-kun look calmly back over the evidence we have and think. The evidence is very clear about who committed this crime."
Kirigiri was so cool he thought. She gave of an icy aura of confidence that made the short luck blush to himself. It was slight enough that the others around the class trail room wouldn't notice and in fact nobody would unless they had a camera aimed directly at him somewhere he couldn't see. In an unseen control room though it was very noticed by the mastermind. She sat up in her chair and rewound the sight of the little luck's cheeks getting hot over and over as he made some point about a burnt shirt.That she might never see that again was it's own flavor of despair but keeping it...
"Now throwing a crystal ball with that kind of accuracy would be impossible though...wait.."
The mastermind was looking closely at the diminutive teen now through and had to admit the way that his pale cheeks puffed slightly was intriguing. He was like a small animal storing food but instead it was thoughts. Maybe this is what her sister had seen in him before. That detective bitch said something to him and he smiled AGAIN! Who did hamburger hands think she was? An idea suddenly popped into her idea that made a giant smile appear on her face. She flipped a switch and saw the hidden compartment open before him just as he took his ambitious step.
"The only one who could throw it with that kind of accuracy-woah!"
Naegi's arms windmilled as his sneaker got stuck in a small hole before his dais. The rest of the class looked on in confusion as he pulled on his thin leg to try and free himself. However the hidden compartment had sealed itself partially to trap Naegi by the ankle in there. Kirigiri tried to step down to go check on him but a loud buzz sounded through out the trialroom as Monokuma let everybody know to stay at there podium's or suffer a punishment. Pulling the microphone away after that announcement, the mastermind cracked her knuckles as a new screen lit up in her control room. It offered her a full view of a sneaker wiggling in fear, trapped in that compartment that her little Makoto had just stepped in. That's what he got for being so dramatic. Her fingers flashed over her controls as small robotic arms began teasing metal claws along the laces of the shoe. Makoto yipped rather unbecomingly as a sharp knife was slid up through the rubber sole of his shoe. His toes curled as it sawed it's way along his shoe like it was opening up a can of sardines. Soon the mastermind had a screen full of the newly exposed little school of pink toes.
"Naegi-kun are you okay? What's the matter?!"
"Kirigiri's my foot stuck in some kind of ho-AHH!"
"Makoto what's wrong? Is something hurting you?"
Naegi couldn't answer the befuddled detective as a mechanical claw had just given him an icy cold poke right into the arch of his foot. He'd clapped his hands over his mouth to try and stem the tide of high pitched squeals he was making due to the pair of small claws that had seized his toes and were wiggling them back forth maliciously. The mastermind slid an evil tongue along her red-painted lips at the sight of her victims small foot stretched taut as she manipulated the claws to bend his toes back.
"Naegi whatever's going on you need to focus! Everything's depending on you!"
"On-only the ultimehehete bahahse-bahahse-BAHAHAHA MAHAHAKE IT STAHAP!"
"Wh-wha-what the hell's wrong with him? He's ju-just laughing at us like h-he's insane."
"Hmmph if this is his attempt at levity it's pathetic."
Naegi pulled his leg frantically to try to free it as Ms. Enoshima worked the controls to bring forth another arm but this time wielding a long fluffy feather. She stroked it along his little foot until successfully managing to get it lost in the forest of his little wiggling toes.
He kicked at his trapped foot in desperation to try and free himself with tears in his eyes. A set of mechanical fingers had begun drumming all along the ball of his foot as he tried to pull it free. His classmates reacted with varying degree's of confusion ranging to concern except for one of them. Kuwata saw an oppurtunity just like the Mastermind did as she brought forward a set of arms wielding fuzzy toe floss and began winding them through the Ultimate Luck's little digits.
"He's laughing at us because he mudered Maizono! He just couldn't hold it in that he had us all fooled!"
"Thaahahat's nahahat true! Kuwahahata did-Kuwhahata did-GAHAHAHA WHAT IS DOWN THERE!? IS THAT A TOHOHNGUE?!"
It had been difficult for her to justify that particular addition to her sister. "What possible use could you have for automated tongue that simulates the real thing perfectly and also leaves behind a film of baby-oil?!" She'd constantly asked. Only bad part of that stinky bitch being dead was that she couldn't hit her with an "I TOLD YOU SO". She pictured it looking kind of like what that Makoto nerd looked like now but with the tears being of sadness rather than because of the heating coil she'd added to really bake in that massage oil on her new trophy.
The class was slowly starting to get over the spectacle of the shrieking Makoto and despite Kirigiri's objections were listening to Leon and moving forwards with the vote. Naegi tried to argue back but the floss between his toes pulled them taut just as the mechanical tongue wound between them to paint them with the oil. His laughter had convinced all but the most stubborn of his guilt but both Kirigiri and Byakuya were a minority against the majority who had been easily duped by Kuwata. Monokuma pulled up the voting as Makoto looked on helplessly as his former "friends" began casting their choices.
Enoshima laughed as the votes came in predictably. Everyone but Kirigiri, Togami and that Fukawa bitch voted for her giggle bitch as the guilty one. Normally she'd have the whole bunch of the idiots killed by the rules of the game but their was a certain flavor of despair she wanted here. The slot machine spun fast, showing off the faces of all of her tasty puppets minus one. It finally settled on three pair of tiny feet lined up perfectly with feathers twerking all along them. Makoto Naegi, the Ultimate Luck was helpless as the ground opened up beneath him to what looked to be only fire. He fell screaming into it as Kyoko Kirigiri's eyes clouded with tears at the "stranger" she'd failed to save.
Unbeknownst to her though that fire had been nothing but downy feathers colored orange. The luck had landed in them and been dragged away by mechanical arms to be undressed and prepared. That had seemed so long ago now to Junko Enoshima the Ultimate Despair. She reclined and plucked back the little toes of her Ultimate Victim's feet as she watched the monitor's and observed her precious "students" who'd adapted nicely to their prison after seeing Makoto's "punishment". To all but two of them he was dead, those two exceptions saw different things. Leon Kuwata saw Naegi's wailing face every night and Junko piped in his wails for mercy every night as the baseball star slept to further unsettle him. Kyoko Kirigiri though...
The Ultimate Detective was the only one of them to have a television in her room. There was no signal to it but instead a live cam. Should she ever wish it she could see a familiar pair of small Lucky 7 sized feet who's big toes were always bound. The free toes would flex as best they could until their mistress realized she had an audience. When that happened a set of devilishly red nails would wander all along them as Junko took full advantage of her pet. Trapped in a custom suit of rubber Makoto Naegi could do nothing as every part of him but his birdy little exposed chest sweated and roasted in his rubber prison. That pale chest, belly and neck of his though was kept freezing so that it would long for Junko's warm touch. The bite gag between his teeth was only removed once a week to record new hauntings for that Baseball dumbass.
Anyday now Junko expected hanburger hands to stop watching her favorite show as she went to sleep but every night she was surprised to find that her baby boy had attracted his loyal viewer. She was a showman at heart and so she just couldn't let him go even if he'd broken ages ago and would gladly lap his at her toes in the Ultimate Despair she'd gitchied into him. She knew that the frosty bitch was flicking the bean to it but until she saw some pay off for piping in the smell of Makoto's tickly toes into Fukawa, Togami and Fujisaki's rooms he'd just have to settle for a life as the Ultimate Tickle Bitch.
"Naegi-kun look calmly back over the evidence we have and think. The evidence is very clear about who committed this crime."
Kirigiri was so cool he thought. She gave of an icy aura of confidence that made the short luck blush to himself. It was slight enough that the others around the class trail room wouldn't notice and in fact nobody would unless they had a camera aimed directly at him somewhere he couldn't see. In an unseen control room though it was very noticed by the mastermind. She sat up in her chair and rewound the sight of the little luck's cheeks getting hot over and over as he made some point about a burnt shirt.That she might never see that again was it's own flavor of despair but keeping it...
"Now throwing a crystal ball with that kind of accuracy would be impossible though...wait.."
The mastermind was looking closely at the diminutive teen now through and had to admit the way that his pale cheeks puffed slightly was intriguing. He was like a small animal storing food but instead it was thoughts. Maybe this is what her sister had seen in him before. That detective bitch said something to him and he smiled AGAIN! Who did hamburger hands think she was? An idea suddenly popped into her idea that made a giant smile appear on her face. She flipped a switch and saw the hidden compartment open before him just as he took his ambitious step.
"The only one who could throw it with that kind of accuracy-woah!"
Naegi's arms windmilled as his sneaker got stuck in a small hole before his dais. The rest of the class looked on in confusion as he pulled on his thin leg to try and free himself. However the hidden compartment had sealed itself partially to trap Naegi by the ankle in there. Kirigiri tried to step down to go check on him but a loud buzz sounded through out the trialroom as Monokuma let everybody know to stay at there podium's or suffer a punishment. Pulling the microphone away after that announcement, the mastermind cracked her knuckles as a new screen lit up in her control room. It offered her a full view of a sneaker wiggling in fear, trapped in that compartment that her little Makoto had just stepped in. That's what he got for being so dramatic. Her fingers flashed over her controls as small robotic arms began teasing metal claws along the laces of the shoe. Makoto yipped rather unbecomingly as a sharp knife was slid up through the rubber sole of his shoe. His toes curled as it sawed it's way along his shoe like it was opening up a can of sardines. Soon the mastermind had a screen full of the newly exposed little school of pink toes.
"Naegi-kun are you okay? What's the matter?!"
"Kirigiri's my foot stuck in some kind of ho-AHH!"
"Makoto what's wrong? Is something hurting you?"
Naegi couldn't answer the befuddled detective as a mechanical claw had just given him an icy cold poke right into the arch of his foot. He'd clapped his hands over his mouth to try and stem the tide of high pitched squeals he was making due to the pair of small claws that had seized his toes and were wiggling them back forth maliciously. The mastermind slid an evil tongue along her red-painted lips at the sight of her victims small foot stretched taut as she manipulated the claws to bend his toes back.
"Naegi whatever's going on you need to focus! Everything's depending on you!"
"On-only the ultimehehete bahahse-bahahse-BAHAHAHA MAHAHAKE IT STAHAP!"
"Wh-wha-what the hell's wrong with him? He's ju-just laughing at us like h-he's insane."
"Hmmph if this is his attempt at levity it's pathetic."
Naegi pulled his leg frantically to try to free it as Ms. Enoshima worked the controls to bring forth another arm but this time wielding a long fluffy feather. She stroked it along his little foot until successfully managing to get it lost in the forest of his little wiggling toes.
He kicked at his trapped foot in desperation to try and free himself with tears in his eyes. A set of mechanical fingers had begun drumming all along the ball of his foot as he tried to pull it free. His classmates reacted with varying degree's of confusion ranging to concern except for one of them. Kuwata saw an oppurtunity just like the Mastermind did as she brought forward a set of arms wielding fuzzy toe floss and began winding them through the Ultimate Luck's little digits.
"He's laughing at us because he mudered Maizono! He just couldn't hold it in that he had us all fooled!"
"Thaahahat's nahahat true! Kuwahahata did-Kuwhahata did-GAHAHAHA WHAT IS DOWN THERE!? IS THAT A TOHOHNGUE?!"
It had been difficult for her to justify that particular addition to her sister. "What possible use could you have for automated tongue that simulates the real thing perfectly and also leaves behind a film of baby-oil?!" She'd constantly asked. Only bad part of that stinky bitch being dead was that she couldn't hit her with an "I TOLD YOU SO". She pictured it looking kind of like what that Makoto nerd looked like now but with the tears being of sadness rather than because of the heating coil she'd added to really bake in that massage oil on her new trophy.
The class was slowly starting to get over the spectacle of the shrieking Makoto and despite Kirigiri's objections were listening to Leon and moving forwards with the vote. Naegi tried to argue back but the floss between his toes pulled them taut just as the mechanical tongue wound between them to paint them with the oil. His laughter had convinced all but the most stubborn of his guilt but both Kirigiri and Byakuya were a minority against the majority who had been easily duped by Kuwata. Monokuma pulled up the voting as Makoto looked on helplessly as his former "friends" began casting their choices.
Enoshima laughed as the votes came in predictably. Everyone but Kirigiri, Togami and that Fukawa bitch voted for her giggle bitch as the guilty one. Normally she'd have the whole bunch of the idiots killed by the rules of the game but their was a certain flavor of despair she wanted here. The slot machine spun fast, showing off the faces of all of her tasty puppets minus one. It finally settled on three pair of tiny feet lined up perfectly with feathers twerking all along them. Makoto Naegi, the Ultimate Luck was helpless as the ground opened up beneath him to what looked to be only fire. He fell screaming into it as Kyoko Kirigiri's eyes clouded with tears at the "stranger" she'd failed to save.
Unbeknownst to her though that fire had been nothing but downy feathers colored orange. The luck had landed in them and been dragged away by mechanical arms to be undressed and prepared. That had seemed so long ago now to Junko Enoshima the Ultimate Despair. She reclined and plucked back the little toes of her Ultimate Victim's feet as she watched the monitor's and observed her precious "students" who'd adapted nicely to their prison after seeing Makoto's "punishment". To all but two of them he was dead, those two exceptions saw different things. Leon Kuwata saw Naegi's wailing face every night and Junko piped in his wails for mercy every night as the baseball star slept to further unsettle him. Kyoko Kirigiri though...
The Ultimate Detective was the only one of them to have a television in her room. There was no signal to it but instead a live cam. Should she ever wish it she could see a familiar pair of small Lucky 7 sized feet who's big toes were always bound. The free toes would flex as best they could until their mistress realized she had an audience. When that happened a set of devilishly red nails would wander all along them as Junko took full advantage of her pet. Trapped in a custom suit of rubber Makoto Naegi could do nothing as every part of him but his birdy little exposed chest sweated and roasted in his rubber prison. That pale chest, belly and neck of his though was kept freezing so that it would long for Junko's warm touch. The bite gag between his teeth was only removed once a week to record new hauntings for that Baseball dumbass.
Anyday now Junko expected hanburger hands to stop watching her favorite show as she went to sleep but every night she was surprised to find that her baby boy had attracted his loyal viewer. She was a showman at heart and so she just couldn't let him go even if he'd broken ages ago and would gladly lap his at her toes in the Ultimate Despair she'd gitchied into him. She knew that the frosty bitch was flicking the bean to it but until she saw some pay off for piping in the smell of Makoto's tickly toes into Fukawa, Togami and Fujisaki's rooms he'd just have to settle for a life as the Ultimate Tickle Bitch.
