It was nearly time for Yuma’s favorite part of the year. Halloween, and it was only a week away! The boy not only liked halloween because of the candy but also because of the many things he would be able to dress up as. This holiday Yuma made his own costume. It was a riff off of the armor/design of Morpho Knight, a character from a Video Game he had recently played on his down time called Kirby Star Allies. He made it himself with a bit of help from his dad but he managed to make it well. The wings of the outfit and the mask really made him look unique. “This will be an excellent Halloween costume,” Yuma said to himself, turning around in the mirror.

The Boy remembered he had to help his mother with setting up the party stuff, he was going to help carve the pumpkins specifically that they had gotten earlier that month. “Be careful with that knife, Yuma, you don’t wanna stab yourself in the stomach do you?” Kyoko warned her son of the sharpness of that knife.

Yuma gave his mom a reassuring expression that read ‘I’ll be fine mother’ before slotting the knife into the large girth of the pumpkin and carving shapes out of it. This Pumpkin was soon carved to look like Monomi as he stuck some of the pumpkin peels from the other pumpkins onto it to give it rabbit ears. Adding a Pink candle in the middle allowed it to glow pink like the rabbit that embodied hope. “Will this suffice?” Yuma asked his mother as he showed her the pumpkin.

“Perfect, I see you’ve designed it like Usami.” Yuma’s Mother smirked seeing the rabbit carving in the pumpkin.

Yuma thanked his Mother before going to help his Aunt Komaru with the snacks. As he was assorting the brownies and cookies shaped like the Hope’s Peak Academy Emblem, he couldn’t help but snag and eat one early. Since he was stealthy and small it was as easy as stealing Candy from a premature baby.



Once the preparations were complete, he saw to his amusement that The place where the Disk Jockey normally would be was instead Yasuhiro Hagakure. “What do you know, I didn’t know you would be a disk jockey” Yuma said when he went up to the DJ booth decorated for the Halloween Occasion.

“Yeah? Well I decided it would be better than being Clairvoyant, Besides A Friend of Mine suggested it” Hagakure said as he fixed his exaggerated hair and stacked the Music for when the party happens.

“It does seem to suit you,” Yuma said with a small smile as he crossed his arms, understanding the circumstances.

He remembered he still had to go help Aunt Komaru and her friend Toko with some other things, more specifically the fog generators. As he went back to Komaru he saw her talking to Sayaka Maizono…more accurately her ghost. Yuma was intrigued, he didn’t know his Aunt could see ghosts too. But it did make him understand that it was a thing that probably comes from his Father’s side of the family down to him instead of his mother’s side like he previously thought. “Aunt Komaru? You can see ghosts too?” Yuma asked as he stood beside Komaru looking from her to the ghost of the Ultimate Pop Sensation.

Komaru was startled by Yuma of course since she didn’t realize he was there but the spirit simply waved her glowing blue hand at Yuma. “Yuma! Ohhh…you scared me” Komaru exclaimed as she put her hand over her chest and caught her breath.

After a bit of chit-chat, Komaru learned that Yuma too could see ghosts. “Really? How long, little Nephew?” Komaru asked as she knelt down to his level.

Yuma talked about how when he was about 3 years old he discovered his ability after encountering his grandfather Jin Kirigiri sitting in the Principal’s office with his head down on the desk. It surprised both Komaru and Sayaka to hear this but they quickly calmed down knowing the ghost meant no harm. “Well…that is quite the tale. At least it’s been useful for you, Yuma” Komaru said after a small pause.

Yuma aided Komaru until the students of the 79th class as well as the former students of 77 came to the Academy. These faces he somewhat knew and somewhat didn’t. He definitely knew Shuichi, who was dressed as Sherlock Holmes. He also saw Hajime Hinata, dressed as Frankenstein and sporting headphones with bolts on the sides over his ears.

By now, Yuma had learned of Hajime's past thanks to seeing the ghost of Mukuro, who told him everything about the Hope Cultivation Project. This gave Yuma more respect for his father's friend there. There was also the troublemaking Kokichi Oma who was dressed as The Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland.

Yuma didn't wanna be around when he inevitably messed things up so he went out back behind the school. He found Hajime was out here, accompanied by the ghost of Chiaki Nanami as they visited the gravestone of former Ultimate Housekeeper and former Teacher of class 77-b Chisa Yukizome. Her body had been taken from the Future Foundation's building after the ordeal there and buried behind the old academy. “Hello? Mr. Hinata?” Yuma walked up to Hajime and the Ghost.

Hajime turned and smiled at Yuma. “Good evening, uh…yeah if you couldn't guess I was just paying respects here” The seemingly normal guy with the one green eye and the one red eye said addressing Yuma's presence.

“Yeah…Ms. Yukizome, right? She was the teacher of 77-b right?” Yuma questioned if that was right.

Hajime nodded at him before facing the tombstone again. “She was the one who brought everyone together in 77-b. I never got to attend that class unfortunately” Hajime clarified.

As Yuma was talking with the former ultimate hope and undead Chiaki Nanami, something began to stir under the Old Academy. This was in the form of a body. Which was disfigured and mangled and had parts removed. An arm, a pair of ovaries, an eye. It was just laying at the bottom of the trash hole at the bottom of the school. But then it began to move. A wispy red light began to slip out from the body's eyesocket and formed a ghost. The ghost grins a crescent of despair as she has awoken from her undead slumber.

It was time to rise once more, years had gone by without problems so this wraith would change everything. “Fufufu…it is time…~” former ultimate despair cackles before unleashing a wave of Anathema from her ghostly form.

As Yuma and Hajime were standing there in front of the gravestone, Chiaki's ghost suddenly tenses up. “Something bad just happened” she said with her pink eyes widening and the fear was heard in her voice.

Before Yuma could ask for clarification, suddenly the compact dirt on the grave of the former teacher began to shift and move. Then, a hand burst from the earth and pulled out the rest of the rotting corpse of Chisa Yukizome. Her smell was proof of her demise yet her glowing red eyes and ferocious expression implied something much darker.

“What's going on!?” Hajime stood back immediately.

The shambling educator also spread a gap toothed smile across her mummified face with red swirls over her glossy eyes. “Fufufufu~ better run” the zombie said but despite sounding like a raspy Chisa, there was a hint of another voice behind it.

“I-its her! Junko enoshima! We need to tell Makoto!” Hajime exclaimed, recognizing the faint voice behind Yukizome's before turning to run.

However, The Zombie lunged for Hajime. Grabbing his arm with her cold dead hands. It sent a chill up Hajime's spine. “Mr. Hinata! Oh no you don't!” Yuma leaps into action and destroys Yukizome's ankles with a well placed kick.

The shock was so bad it was like getting hit in the ankle with a scooter. It temporarily knocked the influence of Junko out of her and caused the body to hit the ground from Yuma's sliding ankle kick. “That. Was. Nerve wracking …” Hajime panted from the adrenaline he was feeling.

Yuma managed to get Hajime to move again so he pushed him to run back into the Academy. When they got back in there they saw a horrifying sight. Many of the people there, once influenced by ultimate despair, were going array. Masaru Daimon was holding a metal pipe and chasing Himiko Yumeno trying to cave her skull in, Kotoko was hanging Byakuya Togami from a skyline with confection paper, and even Cinnamon roll Ryota Mitarai was causing mayhem.

It was confusing all the ghosts and other guests on what was unfolding in front of them. Yuma saw on the outside that more people were rising from their graves. It didn't take Yuma long to realize they were the reserve course, the ones who junko forced into suicide.

As Yuma understands this horrific scene, His father suddenly runs to him, worried. “Yuma! Ohhh you're okay! I thought you were already hurt!” Makoto, despite being the principal of hopes peak, was still the softie he always was.

“I am fine, father, but this is bad. I think I know what's happening” he said, watching Hajime try to stop the possessed remnants of despair from causing any harm to the 79th class.

Makoto listened to what his son had to say about the matter. Understanding the possibility of it being Junko, his blood ran cold and his eyes sank. He hadn't had to deal with her in years so hearing her name again in relation to this madness sparked PTSD in him. With the help of his Mother who just showed up too, they had everyone who wasn't being possessed run to the Principal's Office which had new barricades in case of an emergency, this was while Yuma started his investigation. Using his Confabulating Song he acquired from eating the false hydra, he makes himself untraceable to the naked eye to the former remnants of despair, reserve course, and warriors of hope.

It was difficult to maintain the song since he was having to weave between them; sometimes forced to stare into their swirling eyes that gave off an aura that his father had described in the past as true despair.

But Yuma stayed strong. He had to get to the bottom of this for everyone's sake. He eventually found another ghost. It was one from 77-A. former student council president, Soshun Murasame.

“...child…she's…sh-she's down there” the spirit's eyes were filled with trauma and horror at knowing who exactly was behind all of this.

Yuma begrudgingly asked the ghost if this was the same horrible person who caused his trauma. Soshun nodded his translucent head, fighting back the urge to wail. Yuma took that as a sign to not mention anymore. He began to take notice of everything that was actually going on.

It wasn't that the remnants of despair or warriors of hope were reverting to their original selves, Junko's ghost was actively puppeteering them like a mass of marionettes. That gave Yuma an idea. Instead of going directly to the basement he went to the kitchen in the dining hall. This might have been inconvenient at the time but Yuma ate as much salt based foods as possible.

Why did he do this? Well he remembered something interesting earlier in his life back when he was 8. He dropped a pound of salt on the floor in the kitchen when helping his dad get ingredients, however the ghost of Yuma's grandfather Jin for some reason couldn't leave the circle of salt.

This stayed fresh in Yuma's memory and he has now gotten a plan to stop Junko's night of Anathema. After cramming the last salty crackers into his mouth he navigated his way to the basement. Looking down the trash chute he knew this was about to be a rough one. How would he even get down there?

“Hmm…thinking…how to get down…” Yuma thought as he paced back and forth next to the chute.

Then he began to recall His Father telling him the story of how he narrowly died in the school. While it was a somewhat gruesome memory for Makoto, for Yuma it was advantageous. Makoto reportedly fell on bags of trash at the bottom of the trash chute and that broke his fall. The same happened with his Mother who went in after him after his failed execution.

So, as if repeating history through heritage, he placed his left foot over the pit that Junko was allegedly down. Then he let gravity tilt pull him over and he began rapidly falling to the bottom of the chute like a certain God of War meme.

When he hit the bottom, he indeed landed on a bag of trash. It was old and musky and stunk of rot from over 10 years of decay. But that wasn't the only decaying smell he heard, he also smelled the sensation of an emaciated carcass. “That…has to be her body” Yuma thought as he let his upset nose navigate him through the heaps of trash.

The Boy eventually stumbled across a disturbing sight, or I guess disturbing to someone like Makoto. To Yuma it was only startling. There, sitting on an old couch that was covered in mold, was the Re-animated body of Junko Enoshima. Her skin was clearly mummified from the years spent decaying down here, evidence of flies having long laid their eggs in her skin to let the maggots feast on the shell of despair, her eye despite being very much still functional were cross eyed implying her death tangled her nerves in her eyeball. The other eye was missing, presumably thrown away long ago by Fuyuhiko after resigning from Remnant of Despair.

Despite having reportedly lost her arm to Nagito, that was replaced with hunks of held together scrap metal making a crude imitation of an arm. Her legs were crossed and her hands were clasping her busted knee caps like she had been waiting for Yuma. Then, the queen of despair spoke.

“So we finally meet…Offspring of the ultimate hope, heir to the thorn that is the Kirigiri lineage. I've been waiting excitedly in the pit under the world to finally see this.” Junko's one functional eye beamed at Yuma, swirling non stop.

“I know you aren't going to listen, but I am going to have to ask you to lift your curse” Yuma said accusatorily pointing his finger at her.

This gesture reminded her of a certain Detective. “Puhuhu! You remind me of that Detective alright. Unfortunately, I have no reason to lift my curse. This halloween will be forever and a new intrigue will be shown to the world.” Junko then entered crazy mode again, her tongue stuck out like Genocide Jack’s tongue with the texture of shriveled jerky and she began to laugh.

Junko suddenly snapped the metal hand fingers and then the trash bags began to move in the pit. “They're here…” Yuma squinted his eyes before wildly ducking.

He rolled out of the way just in time as a glowing orange Junk Monokuma came tearing out of the Trash Bag and fell prone from missing its strike. More Junkies came out of the trash bag. “What do you think? Surely it is fascinating, no? Not just despair but the almost unpredictable nature of the paranormal?” Junko's personality snapped to wise and almost wickedly intelligent as the Junkies approached.

Yuma ran to the prone Junk Monokuma and grabbed one of its Pole Arms before tearing it off with his boot pressing into the abomination itself. He then smashed the Head of the Junk monokuma with his own arm.

The onslaught was almost forever ongoing as Junk Monokumas leap from trash bags and get smashed to bits by the elusive Yuma, all the while Junko observes everything with a calculative dead eye.

At one point Yuma was flanked by two Monokumas, they were on either side of him. “Deep breath…make your move after they make theirs” Yuma exhaled to calm his nerves and adrenaline and closed his eyes while holding the Arm he tore off.

Then the one behind him charged Yuma. Yuma stuck the pole arm into the ground, then put his foot on it before leaping up higher. The Junk Monokuma missed Yuma and collided with the one that had been in front of him and a thunk rang through the chute. Then, when least expected, Yuma picked up the arm again and jumped off the two Junk Monokumas before nailing Junko's body with the back hand of Junk Monokuma.

Right before The Arm impacted Junko's already indented skull, Her eye briefly widened for a moment. The impact was great enough that it ejected Junko's Ghost out of her body causing the arm to fall apart and the corpse to slump down against the couch.

The ghost didn't stay put of course, she immediately tried to retrieve her body. “Oh no you don't” Yuma exclaimed before leaping at her again, then with a timely expansion of his maw he slammed his mouth around her undead head.

This would have been easy to move away from if Yuma hadn't eaten so much salty food. “What the hell?!” A buck-toothed Junko personality muffled as Yuma tries wrangling the spirit down his throat.

Yuma swallows once and feels her spectral head glide into his throat. She fights and struggles but Yuma is also advantageous because he has done this to others before. Each rippling swallow made his pale throat expand wider and wider, especially when her breasts pop down into his throat.

She attempts to wriggle out some more but the salt abrasion makes her escape impossible. The Trainee Detective swallows up to the Ghost's knees and feels his stomach stretch out yet he feels weightless thanks to the fact Junko was…well…a ghost.

The rest of the Corrupting spirit plummeted down Yuma's throat and he clenched his teeth back in place as his lower jaw reconnects with his upper jaw. He had done it. He devoured the actual essence of despair. The moment the ghost was pulled down Yuma's throat into his now 5 foot diameter belly, the Junk Monokumas fell apart.

Above in the actual school, right before the horde of despair anathema zombies could burst through the Principal Office door, The closure of the curse caused them to regain their senses and the once dead victims collapsed again lifelessly.

“What happened…did…Yuma do something?” Makoto questioned seeing the former remnants of despair dizzily stumble to stay standing.

“If it is the case, I believe he has shown an unprecedented level of bravery I didn't expect he had yet” Kyoko said as she wiped an inconspicuous sweat drop from her face.

When Yuma was seen again, he had climbed up the ladder in the trash chute all the way to the first floor of hopes peak near the furnace that his mother and father once escaped from years ago. He took extra effort to stretch his belly through the hatch before sprawling out on the ground. He then used his leg to pull up the grotesque unresponsive body of Junko. He had tied a rope around his ankle and the body so he could pull her body out too.

He had suspected that in order to truly put an end to Junko, he had to evict the corpse into fire. “Huff…huff…” Yuma stood up after untying the rope from his ankle.

He took a break from his harsh efforts and looked down at his pudgy fat round belly. It was still moving as Junko's Ghost tried to evict herself from his belly but all the salty foods made her trapped in the Organic Alcatraz. “You may have been bored of the world to decide to find interests in Despair, but here is where it ends. You've tormented the world too long to go on” despite being a 10 year old, the bars he spat were heavy.

With that surprisingly intelligent statement, Junko stopped squirming. “...You…who the hell even are you!? You're not even radiating that hope?” Junko exclaimed, flabbergasted.

Yuma's brow furled. “I am not the harbinger of Hope that my father is. I am my own person” Yuma said as he saw his Mother, Father, Aunt, Toko, Hajime, and the warriors of hope find him and come over to him.

“Yuma! Oh my gosh! Your belly is so big! What happened-EEEK!” Komaru yelled when she saw the maggot munched body of Junko on the tile.

“I took care of things,” Yuma said, facing them with a small smile.

As Teen Kotoko, Nagisa, Masaru, and Jataro poked Yuma's bloated tummy, Makoto and Kyoko took to seeing Junko's body. “God…it's actually her…” Makoto forced himself to look away in repulsiveness.

“Your tummy always adorbs Yuma!” Kotoko Utsugi, who was dressed up as Wednesday Addams said as she poked at his belly with her finger.

Yuma let his cousins play with his rapidly shrinking belly for a few moments before he turned his attention back to the body. “I still have one thing left to do” Yuma said before grabbing the corpse and walking to the Incinerator.

He put Junko's body on the floor so he could stand on her head and touch the button to activate it, then the observers watch as Yuma stuffs Junko's emaciated corpse into the Incinerator. “...there…now its over” Yuma said wiping sweat from how brow from having done so much work.

“W-wow…that was…something” Toko said as she watched smoke billow up from the Incinerator as the smell of cooking rotten meat infiltrated their olfactory organs.

“Well…now what?” Hajime seemed to be at a loss on what to do next.

Yuma looked at the time as he returned to his Mother and Father's side. “We still have time to have the rest of the halloween party!” Yuma said excitedly as he adjusted his Morpho Knight Costume wings.

Everyone's mood shifted as they remembered the party. With that, they all returned to the party. The party reached an epic climax as Yasuhiro Hagakure played Michael Jackson's Thriller. Yuma absolutely destroyed the dance floor, mixing his dance moves with tripping Kokichi Ouma who was chasing around Shuichi Saihara. “Oww!” Kokichi faked being hurt as his face planted across the floor.

However Yuma didn't pay him any mind, in fact Shuichi moonwalked with him. This was the most epic, eventful halloween party Yuma ever had!

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