I was gonna make a oneshot book for Danganronpa but only really felt like writing out one and drawing out another.  Besides I don't ever really write fanfiction about characters that aren't mind so I just figured I'd put it in my art book!

Warning: massive wall of text incoming because I'm putting the entire oneshot here

All Makoto heard were Kiyotaka's screams as the room was illuminated in bright green light.  He couldn't even find the strength to cover his ears.  He could only watch as the motorcycle spun faster and faster, and Taka's agonized howls rang louder and louder in his eardrums until finally, the brightness of the room was restored to normal after a sudden burst of blinding light.  As Makoto's eyes adjusted, he saw the motorcycle collapse in the cage, its rider gone.  And as he saw the machine next to it eject a tub of butter, he heard Taka's shrill voice drop to gut-wrenching sobs as the Ultimate Moral Compass fell to his knees.

He swore he could hear him gasping out "Mondo..." through his strangled cries.

***

Taka wouldn't eat.  No matter how many times Yasuhiro brought him food or tried to coax him into taking a bite of something, anything, it was always the same.  Taka would either push it away or smack it onto the floor.  It wasn't that he was trying to be rude; it was clear that he was scared of what could or would be waiting for him in the food.  More specifically, what kind of butter could be in the food.

The sight of the strong young man being reduced to almost nothing before his very eyes made Makoto feel sick.  He'd tried talking to Taka, he'd tried to offer him a bite to eat, but all of his efforts were futile. He couldn't help but worry about what would happen to him.  Would starvation take him first, or himself?

***

Taka was dead.  Makoto gaped at his lifeless body on the floor, blood oozing from an unknown spot beneath his head of dark hair.  Finding Hafumi's body had been bad enough, but now Taka too...

And yet something in Taka's expression made him seem at peace.  As if death had been a relief from his suffering.  Makoto's heart ached for the poor moral compass.  He had a feeling he knew exactly what had been the driving force of Taka's extreme depression.  It was safe to say that it had been the death of him, too.

Well, at least they were reunited again.

***

"Monokuma, the mastermind behind this killing game... is Junko Enoshima, the Ultimate Fashionista!" Makoto declared, pointing at the bear accusingly.

"Final answer?" Monokuma challenged.

Makoto glanced over at Aoi, Byakuya, Toko, and Hiro.  Each one gave him a nod.

"Final answer," he confirmed confidently.

"Upupupu!  Let's see about that!" Monokuma leaned over in his throne to pull the lever on the slot machine with every student's face.

Slowly, the machine stopped spinning as each wheel landed on Junko's face.  But instead of it lighting up with the word "CONGRATULATIONS" and spitting out tokens...

It lit up with a bright red "GAME OVER".

"Oh deary dear!  Looks like you all were wrong!" Monokuma laughed.

"What the hell?" Hiro exclaimed, shocked. "Who is it, then?"

Monokuma's unwavering smile seemed to grow bigger. "Oh, I suppose it doesn't hurt to tell you!  The real mastermind behind this killing game is..."

A cloud of fog began to waft into the room, encasing everything in a thick haze.  Once it cleared, Makoto was able to see, lounging in Monokuma's throne, a tall figure in a long half-black, half-white jacket, tall platform boots with buckles, black and white fingerless gloves...

As his gaze moved up the figure, his heart sank further and further into his chest.  Oh no.

"Miss me, f*ckers?" Mondo Owada, Ultimate Biker Gang Leader, asked, twirling a strand of black-streaked hair from his pompadour.

Even Byakuya couldn't hide his shock. "Owada?  We saw you die!"

Mondo hummed, flashing him a toothy grin. "You didn't consider that it was all fake?  I was never getting liquified, it was just a damn light show.  I snuck out through a trapdoor while all of ya twerps were blinded."

"But what about Taka?" Aoi asked, eyes shining fearfully. "What about him?!"

"Shut ya f*ckin' mouth before I break your lil' twig neck!" Mondo roared, jolting forward in his throne and gripping the armrests tightly. "Don't you say his name."

Makoto jumped back in surprise. "But... Mondo... why?"

Mondo placed his gloved hands on his knees as he stood up. "When Daiya died because of me... I'd never felt so much despair in my life.  I wanted to make someone feel the same despair I felt.  So when Junko- who WAS involved in this- asked if I wanted in on her little scheme, I said 'Hell yeah'.  'Course, she was a b*tch, so eventually I had to... y'know... shut her up."

"You killed her?" Hiro realized. "Dude..."

Mondo's lips curled up into a smirk, lavender eyes gleaming beneath his black and red eyeliner. "Yeah.  What, you really think someone like me coulda put up with her for this long?"

"B-but..." Aoi hung her head. "Taka..."

Mondo snapped his head up at the name, lunging out of his chair, and smashing through one of the wooden podiums without so much as a flinch.  Aoi screamed as he stormed right up to her, leaning in and glaring her down.

"You're lucky I'm against hittin' a woman," he snarled before backing up and pacing in front of the remaining podiums.

He stopped in front of Sayaka's, staring at her crossed-out portrait before reaching out and throwing it to the ground.  The glass shattered instantly.  He repeated the same with Leon's... then Chihiro's... Hifumi... Celeste... Sakura... He at long last came to a stop in front of Taka's.  Makoto stood up straight, removing his hands from his ears and opening his eyes when he realized that the sound of glass breaking had stopped.

Mondo hesitated in front of Taka's portrait, his shoulders slumping.  He laughed softly for a moment, reaching out to touch the picture before stopping, his hand just inches away.  Then, his gentle chuckle turned into uncontrollable, psychotic laughter as he turned around, his gaze wildly shifting to each student.

"I've never felt this much despair," he smiled. "But t'least I'm not alone on this.  Did you punks forget that you guessed wrong?"

He walked back up to the throne and lifted the gavel Monokuma had used to condemn the blackened.  After twirling it in his hand for a moment, he spun around, pointing it like a weapon.

"IT'S PUNISHMENT TIME, B*TCHES!"

***

Surprise!  I'm obsessed with Mastermind Mondo.  It would definitely have been one of the craziest alternate masterminds, because let's face it, it's Mondo.  Anyways here's some concept art too:

God I love this man.

Also if you know why he wears a compass around his neck...