So Hi! I ended writting something again. This is mostly due to the fact that their are very few SHSL Despair stories here and AO3 and I felt I needed to contribute. It also feels good to write something I actually have real intress in and doesn't really have a complicated universe I need to create. And this story is the written account from all of the SHSL Despairs and the relationships with Junko and how she helped them fall into despair and helped them become the way they are. This story also takes place a few months before the events of Super DanganRonpa 2. I feel like the future foundation probabaly would have them tell there accounts of despair. This story was also inspired by - /watch?v=yHD7SS1Ou6Q ~Creative

She loved us. She loved me. I was special. She made me feel like I was special. Around her none of us felt as worthless as we were made to feel. I don't think it would be too farfetched for me to say that she gave us all a purpose. We loved her for it, I'm sure of it. It was like someone had opened a door to a place I had never been invited to. She took us in when no one else would bat an eye. She was our hope, our despair.

The despair she had transferred to us. We helped her. We were so devoted to her. Anything she could have asked for we did. It started with small things and then her request got larger. But we did them. We didn't care. It never mattered the consequences or the sacrifices, we did as we were told. I don't know if was our undying loyalty or our fear of her. Our fear that she would use us and then quickly replace us with someone better. That was my fear. I think it was everyone's.

I think she knew that though. How else could she control us almost so well. She played on that fear constantly. None of us wanted her to replace us. She slowly turned one against another. Our close knit group began resenting each other. We were afraid to be replaced. We didn't want this sudden light we were give to us to be stolen. For us to be shut out and become the outcast we once were.

Many of us sometimes couldn't help but wonder if she truly loved any of us. There were times that she was so sweet. So wonderful to be around. But then other times when she used us as tools. Her playthings. But could I be upset? If I was her plaything so to speak that would still make me something to her right?

But in all honesty we were her tools. Her mindless puppets. If she wanted one of us to fuck her, we'd ask which one. If she said kill, we'd kill. If she told us to destroy, we'd do it. She controlled us. That's the best way to describe it. After a certain point I believe most of us lost our sense of free will. At one point it wasn't our will, it was hers. All hers. For as much as we cared she could have it.

But as much as I love this girl, I hate her. I hate her so much. I hate despair. I hate the fact that I've killed so many people because she told me to. I hate person she has helped me to become. Heh, I probably would have became this way without her. Maybe little less fucked up.

It's sorta funny when you think about it. We all threw away our freedom for a girl, our junior. But you're probably sick of hearing the rambling of useless trash like me right? I'll stop writing for now. But remember what you're reading. This is Super High Level Despair who's telling you what we had experianced. Why we became this way. How we fell for Junko Enoshima and how she used us. So keep that in mind as we let you view our experiences with her through our words.

-Nagito Komaeda