the mastermind meme

[monomods]

 

You asked for it, we're finally giving it to you! Say hello to the mastermind meme!

What does this mean exactly? It means your character is the one responsible for everything! They've been controlling Monobear from the shadows (or maybe they have an assistant to help them, possibly even one of your classmates!), they've been putting forth the motives, running the trials, all of it! And now they've finally chosen to reveal themselves and their true motives.

What are their motives? Why do they want to spread despair? Are they somehow connected to the late Junko Enoshima? And most importantly what is their snazzy Monobear-themed look like? You decide!

Threading reactions is highly encouraged and feel free to AU things up to mix up our current survivor pool as much as you'd like.

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[prefersevilgenius]

Jumba did it for the lulz and because despair goes hand-in-hand with chaos. His new look includes a Monobear-themed Hawaiian shirt.

[stitchedupbodyguard]

[Following her bloody execution, Veronica was taken deep down into the bowels of Jabberwock island. Surprisingly, her organs had actually survived the explosion, and every part of her was still whole, despite being removed from her body.

Dying had been her plan all along of course. Why else would she have done it?

Of course, it had been all too simple for her to pick out the right host for the job. Sam had already proven himself to be an abomination. What was stopping anyone from just killing him and doing whatever she pleased after that? Course, right now she was being put back together for her real purpose: to become the new shsl despair.

She was repaired quite haphazardly by the looks of her, blood trickled from a few stitches but she didn't seem to notice or even care.

It was a simple lesson for her to learn during her time on the island. While a quick and painless death is best like she always believed, leading people to want that death to come to them is even better, and making them wait, was even better.

Her old cloak has been disregarded entirely now, it's likely you've seen it in a trash bin somewhere. Instead, she's decked out in a formal red and black suit, lined with bits of white. Her new jacket has the sleeves rolled up to the elbows, revealing many more of the girl's gruesome scars, and had been left unbuttoned showing the bright red undershirt. A monobear button and stop button are pinned to the brim of her fedora, and a monobear tie hangs loosely around her neck. She's been put back together following her execution by the hands of the previous mastermind so her terribly scarred skin is highlighted, of course, by bright red surgical thread. She'd look almost classy if it wasn't for the fact that she was basically a living corpse.

All of her clothes share the distinction of already having been stained by pink blood. Whether it was hers or that of someone else was hard to tell.

There was probably someone that expected her, but did they expect her like this? Of course they didn't, they trusted her. They thought that this girl would be different.

They were wrong. She was here once again, staring down all the people that were once her friends. She knew, somewhere in her mind, that they would probably try to kill her for this. But how could they kill someone that was already dead?]

[yourpiecenow]

[As my powers grow, yours fade away.

Do you have any idea how much juju you need to not only bring someone back from the dead, and propel them to the higher level of existence that is the Supreme? And starting from the absolute bottom of the ladder-- i.e. being dead? Really, everyone should be impressed. She doesn't understand why everyone is so mad about it. It wasn't like they wouldn't do the same to her.

She's the White Witch, white dress, white hat, white shoes and long, elegant gloves-- all but for the streaks of black and red, the red scarf covering the scar on her throat. And the shawl, like the one she took off Misty's body, all black with a winking Monobear stitched onto the back.

Her cigarette stick is silver and black. But the smoke that comes out of it is red.]

[awesmazings]

Bet this was the last thing you or anyone else on this island was expecting, huh?

Jimmy did it all because he's obsessed with misery, not quite unlike Junko's rather unhealthy obsession with despair. Everyone on the island were and continue to be his best friends after all, and what better way to show your friendship by spreading such glorious misery? And after all, he can't just let his new friends leave! No, no....they've all been dying, one by one, to live in Miseryville for all eternity so you can be his friend..

Forever.

He wears a bit of a loose fitting black-and-white suit with one tail perpetually untucked, a long tie around his neck to match with a Monobear insignia on the front. Those stark white gloves of his are somehow always pristine, no matter how much blood has stained them in the past. Two long wings stretch out from his shoulder blades with red feathers that occasionally fall off as he moves, but they never seem to disappear completely. They might be the only thing indicative of his true emotions...and even then you really just don't know.

Oh, and those friendship bracelets you've all been wearing? Try imagining them being used as snappy garottes, the perfect weapon that has been showing up in nearly every case since the murder game began.

[yourpiecenow]

[This hurts.

More than Roni. More than Sam even, this hurts. Her arm is pressed against her chest, hand covering her bracelet. She's not taking it off-- but, that's only because she's worried what he would do with it if she did.

She's worried about Jimmy. Not for, about. Fuck this crazy world.]

So, what? You just drag us all to Hell with you? That's your big plan?

[awesmazings]

[Jimmy sees you clutching that bracelet, Madison. The hurt you're feeling right now is prevalent in your expression, and it causes Jimmy's formerly cheery grin to grow even more...though now it's just unsettling.]

Of course not! You guys are all coming to Miseryville! There's a difference~

[He clucks his tongue and wags a finger at her before rocking back on his heels with a barely stifled chuckle.]

C'mon, aren't you excited? You told me you'd rather come with me than go back to your sad excuse for an afterlife. I remember, that's exactly what you said!~

[notahappyending]

Two faces. He's always had them from the very beginning, though he only showed one. Now, you get to see them both in all of their glory.

His right side is still human shaped, his expression twisted into a sad frown, as if ready to cry over the atrocities he is willing to commit. His left side, though, is a different matter - his hair on that side whips and curls lazily on its own, as if alive, and his skin is dark as night. His left eye is as yellow as the devil's and his grin is sick as sick can be- occasionally, you can even see eyes open on his left hand, blinking lazily before sinking back into the flesh.

A literal Two-Face, dressed in a well-fitted suit that also splits down the middle, dividing white and black. His tie and his shoes (still sneakers, he's not all class) are as red as blood. Why shouldn't he put on this little game? Humans are jokes to him, little insignificant insects that use words like "love" and "hope" to cover up their true nature. He's doing this for sadistic purposes, of course, but meanwhile, he tries to resurrect the victims of his game, trying to find a way to bring back his dear deceased sister without consequences...

However, so far? All of his experiments have been for naught, for all he has created out of your dead friends are hideous, violent monsters.

Just like him, really.

[notahappyending]

Looking good, Madison.

[He says, casually. Well, now, this was actually sort of a surprise. By the way she acted about her friends, he was thinking she couldn't be the one...but it made sense, in a way. He lets out a laugh.]

Hahaha, I can't believe it...we were playing each other, weren't we? Unless that crush you had on me was the real deal.

[yourpiecenow]

I'd rather go back to the darkness than be forced into this bullshit.

[waves hand in general direction] And what about the rest of these sadsacks? Most of them weren't even dead to start with!

[yourpiecenow]

You were a fun little distraction-- but, Christ, don't call it a fucking crush. We're not 13. Don't dance around the subject; we fucked, that's all.

[she looks him up and down, and smirks] I'm not entirely sure I wouldn't do it again, though.

[mirage_diver]

Somewhere, someone hecked up. That's all it boils down to.

Everyone was picked with the utmost care. Scientists the likes of which his world had never seen in Lysandre, Maya, Heloise, and Jumba. Masters of magical powers like John, Roxy, Aradia, and Madison. Folks meant to remind him of his old failures - Page, Juniper, even Dahlia and Irisu. Someone upbeat to keep them all going instead of falling apart, that was where Jimmy came in. Someone to keep order, that was what Fransizka, Veronica and Coulson were for. Someone to disrupt that order occasionally - Archer, though Uuji would work in a pinch as well. Even Sam could be useful, if the only way to do what he wanted to was to appeal to a darker power.

Why else would Locke want other people dead, unless it was to try to research ways to bring them back to life?

That's why the murder games started. It was easy enough to convincingly become Monobear - he wasn't much different from someone else Locke knew, at the end of the day. It was even easier to write himself out; after all, nobody would suspect the person stupid enough to "attack" Monobear head-on.

It might come as some surprise that Locke's outfit has no two-toned Mono-motif to it; no, instead, he's sporting something even more garish than normal, though his face remains blissfully free of clown makeup.

But they had found him out, and he was no closer to the goal of bringing Rachel back to life. Someone hecked up.

[notahappyending]

[He blinks. Of course, this doesn't hurt at all. Jimmy never meant that much to him anyways. But still, Jimmy? Jimmy trapped him and the rest here? Wow, he really didn't give as much credit to him as he should have.]

[He claps his hands. Applause for you, Jimmy! From one monster to another.]

Never thought you'd have it in you, you know.

[stitchedupbodyguard]

[Veronica was... dumbstruck.

She could literally not think of anything to say, so instead, she just stood there looking extremely confused.]

...

[awesmazings]

[He tilts his head slightly with one hand wandering to the other, idly pulling at one of the friendship bracelets he still seems to be wearing.]

What about them? They're my friends just as much as you are, Madison. Just 'cause they're not dead doesn't mean I'm going to let them miss out!

[His wings fold slightly against his back as he laughs again, pulling he bracelet off his wrist before suddenly taking it between his teeth, popping the string with one sharp jerk of his head. He doesn't seem to notice the one or two beads that fall off to roll onto the floor as he wraps the ends of the bracelet around his hands, snickering in a sing-song as if he's simply talking about the weather.]

They might not be dead to start with...but you'd be surprised how quickly things cha~nge!~ I can take care of that no problem...eheheh.....

[notahappyending]

[He laughs at that. Honestly, while he is a little mad about this (did you seriously kidnap him and keep him here THAT IS RUDE), he...kind of likes this new Madison.]

Oh, really? I'm guessing the true me fits your new tastes better. But seriously, you could've told me, I would've helped join in on the fun.

[sweetlynasty]

There is no Mastermind Heloise. THERE IS ONLY JIMMY.
But of course, where would he be without his girlfriend and right-hand woman? Pulling off something like this would probably be a lot more difficult without a trusted mad scientist on board to assist. She'd built the Monobeasts practically in her sleep.

And much like Jimmy himself, Heloise in reality is not quite as human as she initially, deceptively appeared. Her true form is a red-skinned, clawed, horned, and sharp-toothed snake-like demon.
Still, in the end she was hardly the real brains behind this revolutionary new Misery Inc. project. She was more the hired, but extensively willing and supportive, help.
She couldn't be more proud of the Super High School Level Misery~

[stitchedupbodyguard]

[....huh.

Honestly, Veronica was not sure what she was expecting.]

Uh... nice shirt, Jumba. It's almost as tacky as your other one.

[yourpiecenow]

I didn't know if I could trust you. Would you trust a spineless little bitch on your quest for power?

... No offense. But, you were kind of a spineless little bitch.

[awesmazings]

[Jimmy perks at the applause, pivoting on his heel before bowing to Sam with a flourish of one hand, his wingtips brushing the floor briefly before the appendages pull back into place.]

Everyone's full of surprises, Sam~ Especially you I might add! When I found out about you....Oooh I couldn't let you slip away. It's like you were made to live in Miseryville!

[yourpiecenow]

Jesus, this is going to sound cliche as fuck, but-- Guess what! Not letting that happen. Remember when I said that the person behind the bear had to be killed?

[she lifts up her hand. flames dance on her fingertips.] I wasn't fucking around.

[awesmazings]

[Hope you don't value that personal space, Veronica, because Jimmy's just going to happily invade it, sneaking around behind you before putting his hands on your shoulders. One of his wings reaches over to drape slightly over one of her shoulders as he looks down on her with that ever present grin.]

Somethin' got your tongue, Roni? C'mon, you can tell me! You're among friends!

[notahappyending]

No, I wouldn't, but hey, you're the mastermind. You should've seen through the act.

[He shrugs, approaching her, his gaze totally void of fear. Oh, you pretty little witch. Dark powers always attract, even if disguised in masks.]

...Was it just too convincing for you, hm?

[notahappyending]

Ah, sorry to say, Jimmy, but I'll skip on that invitation.

[He says, casually, giving the other a shrug. Honestly, what does he have to be afraid of? This kid in a suit and chicken wings on his back. His tone mimics Jimmy's, light and cheerful.]

I have other places to be, people to see...I don't exactly have the time, you know.

[prefersevilgenius]

Thank you, little experiment girl!

[Jumba beams at her. She is newly sewn back together, of course.]

Is very strange causing despair without it mostly coming from experiment, but Jumba thinks he can get used to it.

[stitchedupbodyguard]

[It's a good thing Roni was too shocked at the moment to react, because that wing would have been sliced clean off the boy's shoulder if she wasn't.

Finally she looks up at him, confusion draped over her face like a mask.]

You're... you're kidding, right? T-this is just some kind of joke, right, Jimmy?