can we get some more monokuma prompts?
Sure! I love that evil bear.
"This is...ulp...what happens...glp...when you try...glk...to defy me! Bwwrp!" M.onokuma finished guzzling down the last of K.aito in front of the rest of his class, the bear's black and white belly now grossly enlarged and moving around as the astronaut tried to fight his way out from inside. Another noxious belch rumbles out of the bear's maw and he pats his gut a few times. "Whoo! What a meal. Now, if anyone else would like to break the rules, don't worry, I have plenty of room left." Monokuma slurps over his lips, grinning wide as he watches the remaining students shuffle back in worry. These new upgrades were absolutely the right call. He can feel every shift of the man in his guts as he struggles around for some desperate hope of survival. And even better, he can feel his stomach working hard to break down all of that live, wiggling meat for him. He hefts up his gut with a pleased groan and another slimy belch. One of K.aito's slippers flies from his jaws that time, hitting the ground with a splat. "Well! I'll be off processing this punishment. And if anyone wants to join him, just break the rules!" M.onokuma cackles as he turns and waddles off, taking the squirming and yelling K.aito with him. The next time anyone would ever see their friend, it'd be as more padding on the bear's hips. And he was going to make sure they can't possibly forget that.
"Of course, a bear's main diet is human!" M.onokuma explains with a big grin. "That's why this motive is...getting eaten by a hungry bear! And we're starting...now!" The bear leaps at the first person he could get to without warning. Despite his size, M.onokuma was shockingly strong, and he ends up getting I.shimaru in his grasp. His jaws snap open, showing off his sharp teeth and the dark gullet beyond. He engulfs the perfect's head and starts to messily guzzle him down in front of everyone else. No matter how much he wiggled and squirmed, M.onokuma wasn't stopping, and soon enough his jaws are snapping shut behind kicking feet as he sends the last of the man down. He belches wetly and pats his gut. "Oooh, that's good. Yeah, yeah, that's some real food...you better get to it and start offing each other! I'm prepping for hibernation and I'm gonna need a loooot more than this." He lifts his gut and lets it drop, sloshing around the wiggling man inside with another thick belch. "And don't think you can outrun a bear. We are very good hunters." He flashes a toothy grin as he watches the other contestants immediately disperse. Oh, he's loving this motive already. He really can't wait to have more. Maybe he'll just keep this motive going...
"Look, if you all don't wanna kill, fine! But I need some compensation so," the bear points into his open jaws, "you gotta get in there. That's the only way to graduate now." G.onta seemed hesitant staring down the much smaller bear, but it seems like he's not being given a choice. Plus, if it's not him, M.onokuma was going to just go pick on someone else. So the gentleman just let out a nervous sigh and leans down to push his face into the bear's maw. They were in the privacy of the gentleman's room, so there was no way out and no one to help as he simply wiggled and pushed his broad body down the bear's gullet and into his gut. By the time he was waist-deep, M.onokuma just tipped his head back and greedily slurped up his legs with gusto. That left him beached on top of his own gut, belching out a pair of glasses with a pleased groan. "Much better...with a meal like this, I guess I'll let it slide that you're all living in harmony. The only way to a bear's heart is after pumping through his guts, after all~" He pats his stomach a few times. Most students would notice the disappearance of both G.onta and M.onokuma. It'd be three days before anyone saw the bear again, and by then, he was looking a lot...fatter than he used to. But he seemed a lot more agreeable now, at least. "You can all live here in your worthless harmony...but I'll be picking students to 'graduate' from now on at my discression! Just like good ol' G.onta." He'd pat his gut a few times, already feeling it grumble for more.














