Misfortune is my game

"Ah--Yeah the same could be said about you." was that the truth? Well, more so he was a bit intimidated by her, maybe even afraid. But that was besides the point.

Okay, this was a shocker. The misfortune filled male stared ahead seeing something that was much different. It was Junko but.. Very different. Should he ignore her? Maybe. But how could one ignore that. So he decided to instead call out to her, in hopes to say hello.

"Well I don’t know.. You’re always talking about despair and harming people. But I really don’t want to die . Wouldn’t the ultimate way to bring despair onto someone is.. Well forcefully doing whatever you want with someone? Like me?” Komaeda asked tilting his head. Honestly he had no idea what he should say.

"The problem with that plan Junko is that ripping out and pretending to care doesn't phase me anymore. I've had far worse happen to me that the only thing that can ever push me off hope's path is Despair itself. To put it simply. The only sick pleasure I have. Is indulging in what I hate most." Komaeda kept his hands in his pockets before adding.

"Well you’re right.. But I will admit that I shower every day so it’s not like I’m dirty or anything." The white haired male glanced up at Junko, watching as the building slowly started leaning to the side. Cracking, rubble falling to the ground. People screaming and running away. More ants running away. Of course.. Komaeda was just trying to figure out how to get her on his side.

"Well I don't know.. You're always talking about despair and harming people. But I really don't want to die . Wouldn't the ultimate way to bring despair onto someone is.. Well forcefully doing whatever you want with someone? Like me?" Komaeda asked tilting his head. Honestly he had no idea what he should say.