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   Oh so it is this little bitch again? He is growing tired of these continued attempts at invading his territory. How many encroaching Future Foundation squads is he supposed to massacre before they understand they can’t defeat him? How many times must he watch as wave upon wave of foolish mortals are ripped limb from limb by his raging animals? The sight is becoming increasingly boring. Even the abominations he has spawned aren’t spicing things up.

   And now he finds himself standing ankle deep in someone’s entrails while crows peck at corpses around him staring at the face of one of the most irritating creatures he has come across. Mainly because she got away before he could kill her last time. He truly wonders why the Future Foundation would put her here with the other cannon fodder and not elsewhere.

   “The last one alive. How is that not surprising?” He says, a deep sigh passing his lips. He has no doubt this will be tiresome but he hopes she’ll be a little entertaining. “Since you injured my serpent last time I shall provide you with a head start. If this chase is not excessively boring I may even consider keeping you alive once you are brought down.”

Wyatt smiled gently, reassuring Toko.

                      World domination– While it was certainly a perk, it isn’t what Byakuya yearned for most. For in his mind, if he was filled with absolute despair, then the rest of the world needed to feel it too. So what he yearned for the most was to send the world, and every single living thing in it, into an endless pit of despair. Out of sheer boredom and the need for chaos, he had created the killing game and forced the world to watch on as ultimates were forced to kill each other and then be mercilessly slaughtered for doing so. He was cruel, unpredictable, controlling, and void of all remorse. Despair was what EXCITED him– And the more people he could manipulate into giving in to the despair that he - and he alone - had created, the more dangerous he became.

                      Sitting upon a luxurious chair - which nearly resembled a throne - the mastermind was now face to face with the one person whom he had loathed for years. The power to end her life right then and there was at the tips of his fingers, but yet-- He didn’t kill her. To him, toying with her was much more entertaining than killing her on the spot. Besides, what could she do to stop him? He was the ULTIMATE DESPAIR. To him, she was nothing.

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“y’know, you seem pretty tough already,” komaru stated, complete confidence in her words. she wasn’t just trying to be nice; she really believed in what she said. “you say a bunch of stuff i’d never have the guts to say, anyway… really mean things.”

that was… a little less nice, but still true. touko didn’t have a filter, at least from komaru’s perspective. she was coarse and rough and spoke her mind. she was also the only thing that kept komaru going. touko’s strength gave komaru strength, because she could look at her and think: that’s what i want to be like!

♧He bit his lip, trying to hold in a laugh from the way she worded it- it definitely wasn’t funny to find someone like this; hell, he didn’t really have much of a sense of humor anyway… the situation was just so... unique, even for this school.

He stood there stupidly still, not managing to think of a response until the end. “No, you can’t! Killing Hagakure-kun would tarnish everything you’ve done to be the Ultimate Serial Killer!" He refuted with way more passion than anyone should have.