Nagito's Third Person P.O.V.

2 years later...

It was the same day, two years later. The same day on which Hajime died.

Nagito was ready to sacrifice his hand to cause a time paradox and try to save Hajime. 

"Are you ready?" Kirigiri asked the white-haired boy with a concerned expression plastered on his face.

The albino took in a shaky breath, clenching and unclenching his hands to help ease his anxiousness. 

"Yes."

The purple-haired detective looked at Makoto with a doubtful face, as if silently asking him whether this was a good idea or not. The brown-haired male also had an uneasy aura surrounding him, but with much hesitancy, nodded his head. It was Nagito's decision after all. 

The servant's heart thudded against his chest like a hammer against a nail. His hands were clammy with sweat and invisible perspiration formed at the nape of his neck. He was absolutely nervous about this. To be honest, he didn't know if this was a good idea or not. Many things could go wrong. He could fail to save the one he loved again. 

"Let's do it." He breathed out in a whisper. 

With a nod of her head, Kirigiri directed Nagito into a room filled with medical devices and such. He lay on the table while the detective placed needles into his pale skin. A low humming started in one of the machines, and the anesthetics kicked in shortly after.

The boy's eyes fluttered shut, the worst of his fears disappearing along with the darkness

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"Urgh," The boy groaned. 

"It's about time the drug wore off," Makoto said from the other side of the room. "How do you like your new hand by the way?" He nodded to the albino's left arm.

"My new hand?" He spoke in a raspy breath. The male lifted up his left hand with an unfamiliar stiffness that had settled in it before. 

A gray, robotic arm replaced his normal one. He tried moving it despite that stiffness, and mechanical noises erupted from his artificial arm. 

"Now what are you going to do?" Makoto asked. "You've never actually explained how this worked."

Nagito sighed, a feeling of impending doom resting on his shoulders.

"I'm actually not sure..."

From the past memories collected by his future self, it hadn't clearly stated what he should do. All there was to it was a bright flash of light right after the surgery, and then Nagito was whisked away into the past.

But where was that bright light now? Shouldn't it be appearing by now?

The brown-haired boy noticed the uneasy look on the servant's face. 

"There's something troubling you," He stated. "What is it?"

"Well... there's supposed to be something that happens right after the surgery, but it isn't happening." 

A feeling of dread overwhelmed his thoughts. He started panicking, his breathing turning ragged. 

"Just wait for a few moments. It may come later than expected." Makoto said.

One hour passed. 

Then two. 

Three.

Four.

Five.

The bright light still hadn't appeared.

Now the trio was in cahoots. Why wasn't anything abnormal happening? Had they done something wrong? 

Then, the truth finally hit them in the face. 

There wasn't going to be a chance to save Hajime anymore. It had taken too long. 

Nagito crumpled to the ground, clutching his head. 

"No, no, no, no..." He mumbled to himself, despair turning all his hopes into ashes. 

All Kirigiri and Makoto could do were bow their head in sadness.

It was all over.

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Meanwhile, in an abandoned building, a peach-haired female was laughing at the pathetic sight of the crying albino, a bag of popcorn rested in her hands.

"Oh, he's useless. He can't even save the person he loves so dearly," she snorted, throwing another handful of popcorn into her mouth.

"Why are you doing this, Junko?" Her sister asked from a dark corner of the room.

Junko snarled at her sister. 

"Isn't it obvious, you piece of pig trash? It's obviously for Despair. I mean, come on. Look at this adowable little cyoote puppy wallowing in his sowwows all becawuse the time pawadox didn't happen," she cooed at the television screen. 

"But-" Her black-haired sister started again.

The villain interrupted her again.

"Oh, Mukuro, Mukuro. Tell me why I decided to ask Izuru to summon you into the real world again? You're a good for nothing brat."

Mukuro took in a sharp breath. 

"Did you just praise me? Aw, that's so sweet of you," she sighed in flattery.

"Urgh," Junko groaned at her sister. 

"Oh. Hey there." She suddenly laughed, jumping up from the couch.

Mukuro tilted her head at the mastermind. 

"Huh? Junko? Who are you talking to?" She questioned, confused at her sister's actions.

"I'm talking to the readers. Duh." Junko rolled her eyes before directing them at the television screen. 

"Yeah. I'm talking to all of you people out there reading this now." She purred, flicking a pigtail over her shoulder. 

"Junko?"

"Shut up, you miserable pig." Junko snapped, turning away from the screen for a split second.

"Hm? Where was I before I was rudely interrupted by my good-for-nothing sister?" She tapped her chin thoughtfully. "Oh, yes!"

Her ice blue eyes narrowed into slits as a smirk danced on her lips. 

"This is Junko Enoshima, as you all know me. I killed that brunet and brought despair to everyone I see. Yes, I'm fabulous, I know," she chuckled. 

"Anyway," she started rambling off again. "I just wanted to tell you all that..."

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"That what?" Mukuro pipped up.

"Oh. My. God. Can you not talk for like a minute? I swear you're so annoying. You just ruined the suspense." Junko seethed. 

The peached-haired girl sighed in defeat.

"Oh, well. The suspense was killed. Let's try this again," she cleared her throat. 

"I'm the brilliant mastermind behind all this, yada, yada. And I just wanted to tell you that..."

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"APRIL FOOLS!!!!" Junko yelled, throwing her hands up into the air triumphantly. 

She started cackling maniacally, clutching her stomach to stop herself from falling over due to laughter.

"You really thought the author would kill off the characters that easily? Nah! She still has like four to five more chapters before ending this story." Junko frowned. 

"She sucks. I keep telling her to kill off all the characters. Like seriously, why not watch you readers fall into the pit of despair? Wouldn't that be more fun than gay fluff?" She fake coughed. 

Junko jabbed a finger at the screen, a smile widening on her lips. 

"My last announcement to you readers. DESPAIR IS THE TRUE HOPE, AND EVERYTHING IS BETTER OFF WITH DESPAIR, SO PREPARE YOURSELVES FOR A DESPAIRFUL ENDING!" She wheezed. "Oh, and you author. Hurry up and finish the story. I seriously cannot stand another day looking at this piece of trashy fluff filled with hope and rainbows and sprinkles and unicorns," she belched. 

"Now shoo," Junko flicked her wrist at the screen. "I have the rest of a movie to watch. Begone."

With that last statement, the female flung herself on the couch again with her legs crossed as she pressed several buttons on the remote control. 

Her head snapped to the screen as her eyes narrowed into slits. 

"What the heck are you people still doing here? Get out! This was all fake. The sacrifice was fake! The despair was fake! Everything was fake! Now just wait for the new chapter in one week."

And then the screen went black. 

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Quick, new drinking game. Take a swig for each time Junko said 'despair' in this chapter.

:D

Don't die, though.

(yeet, happy april fools! I know, this update was late lmao but :D YOU GOT PRANKKKEEDDDDD ehehehehhehe)