Characters: Kokichi Ouma, Junko Enoshima, Shuichi Saihara, Rantaro Amami, Himiko Yumeno
Song Fic
Song: Cinderella the Thief
I'm aware this song is apparently a part of the series but I'm gonna be ignoring thAT-
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Kokichi used to have a happy life. That was until his mother died and his father remarried a cruel woman named Junko Enoshima. His dad passed away shortly afterwards.

He sighed, wiping away at the blackboard in his room, AKA the attic. Kokichi was expected to teach himself only using books and a bad computer that was about as good as a broken one.

Kokichi chuckled at the thought of how similar his situation was to Cinderella's. A pumpkin carriage was a dream within a dream. He wouldn't ever be able to get it, opening his eyes to a everyday of tedium.

His stepmother absolutely despised him for whatever reason. Maybe the fact she wasn't expecting a rich bachelor to have a son?

No matter the reason, Junko still hated Kokichi. His days were spent scrubbing the floor in his house, which may as well be a prison.

One day, he was out clothes shopping for his stepmother. Kokichi was about to leave when he spotted a checkered scarf.

On a sudden impulse, he snatched it and shoved it inside the shopping bag he was using. Kokichi ran out of the store, the scarf from the Shibuya store still in his bag, unpaid for.

He ran far, far away before he started smiling. It was so much more easy than he expected!

A small noise echoed within Kokichi's mind.

The sound of his morals breaking.

From that moment onward, whenever he went shopping, he always made sure to steal at least one item. It was so easy!

Outstreching your hand, feeling your synapses resound as you snatch another item, shoving sparkling treasures in your pockets!

Kokichi giggled as he got away with yet another heist, this time four buttons which would go nicely on his (also stolen) white shirt.

His impossible to satisfy heart still ached. Stealing became a habit just like breathing. He needed more. He just didn't know what.

Kokichi breathed silently as he walked away from the store, "Ah, Atua, don't watch me!"

No other type of game could let him savour this thrill.

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Kokichi through himself onto his bed, taking out a notebook from under his pillow.

He took a pencil out and started adding more advice to his list.

☆Recommendations for Shoplifting☆
- Use a bag with an opening (A shopping bag is good!)
- Heavy Clothing > Light clothing (Long sleeves recommended!)
- Choose a shop with few attendants
- Figure out the shortest distance from the point of sale to the exit
- Figure out the security cameras' blind spot
- Acting suspicious is no good! Be unreserved
- Occasionally make sure to buy something (Using your stepmom's credit card!)

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In exchange for weak morals, Kokichi's clothing and accessory choices suddenly multiplied.

He used the window in his room as a makeshift mirror, dressing up. Kokichi distracted himself. He placed a hand on the mirror, smiling.

He was beginning to think he looked cute.

As Kokichi shoplifted more and more, his motivation and guilt faded, along with his pleasure. He huffed. Kokichi was getting bored.

There were times when Kokichi played feint too. He had just gotten away from another successful heist and walked into an alleyway to pull off the tags when he was interrupted by a taller boy.

"You should stop shoplifting," He murmured.

Kokichi froze, "Shoplifting? I'm not shoplifting!" He turned to the boy, smiling, "Honestly, I'm offended you even thought that! You're such a liar! I hate liars with all of my heart, you know?"

The blue haired boy tilted his head, "If you insist." He turned and walked out of the alleyway.

Kokichi let out a deep sigh once he was gone. That was close.

He absolutely could not be caught by anyone.

Kokichi started walking home, skipping a little. He had come up with a little phrase in his head.

'The town is my closet, I can obtain anything and everything I want!'

He reached home, taking out his stolen buttons, and leaving the rest of his actually bought purchases for his stepmother on the table.

Kokichi let a shadow overcome his face as he walked to his room.

If nobody will come for me...

He started to scrub the blackboard in his room, with a scowl on his face. After a while, Kokichi imagined it to be a mirror with a smile.

Then I'll cast the magic on my own!

Ah, the tragic princess

Heads for the ball all alone

The moonlight shone down faintly on Kokichi as he snuck out of the house to the prince's party at the castle that night.

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Kokichi showed up to the party, already planning out a map in his head of how to steal the tiara of the royal family. He clenched his fists, feeling suddenly dirty.

How pitiful.

After an hour or so, Kokichi made it the treasure room.

He took the tiara out of its pillow, only for an alarm to sound. Kokichi froze, tiara still in hand, as red lights started flashing and a loud bell began to chime. He dropped it on the pillow and began to run.

On his way out, Kokichi noticed the green haired prince wearing an armband sought after him. His breathing quickened as he ran faster, the prince chased him outside the castle.

Kokichi reminisced back to his first heist, when he outstretched his hand and let his synapses resound. He sprinted down the stairs.

It's far too late to consider even the boy in the alleyway's warning.

He repeated the mantra in his head as Kokichi ran far, far away, ducking into the very same alley as before.

'The town is my closet, and I can obtain anything and everything I want!'

He tripped suddenly, falling onto a bunch of trash cans and bags, rolling over onto the ground. Kokichi landed with a hit to the head and his eyes pointing to the sky. He could make out a small silhouette flying towards him on a broom.

He sighed, 'I guess it's time to receive what I deserve.'

'There's nowhere I can run anymore.'

Ah, this might just be punishment from Atua.

Kokichi sat up as the red haired magician appeared in front of him. She smiled, "Should've stopped shoplifting a long time ago."

She materialized a scythe out of thin air, and swung it downwards. Kokichi froze and shut his eyes tight.

"It's over." She stated. Kokichi opened his eyes to glance at her, however she was gone.

He looked at his feet, which felt like it had a different texture than his normal shoes. They both had a singular glass slipper on them.

She made him wear glass slippers.

He would've laughed at the irony in another universe.

Kokichi stood up. The slippers seemed sturdy enough. He slammed it against the pavement a couple times. Not a single crack.

A bright light appeared at the end of the alley, making Kokichi cover his eyes with his arm.

"That's the thief!" The prince cried. Kokichi froze, and turned around to escape.

Suddenly, he felt his right foot fall through air.

Except it wasn't air. It was shards of glass.

Kokichi cried out in pain as the shards impaled his foot. He fell to the ground as the light approached.

No...I won't go down like this!

He used his other foot to push himself up. However, history repeated itself. He felt blood running down both his feet and spilling onto the pavement below.

Kokichi was left crying and trying to crawl away as the police grew closer.

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It is said Kokichi died later in prison from poison hidden in the glass slippers.

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(A/N: SHOPLIFTING IS BAD KIDS
DON'T DO IT
Sorry for all the Vocaloid!)