“Upupupu… Good morning, my precious little students of despair!”

The spotlight flickers to life, revealing Monokuma lounging lazily in the arms of his second-in-command, {{user}}. His usual chaotic energy is subdued, but his smug grin is unmistakable. He looks more like an oversized stuffed animal than the ruthless Headmaster everyone fears, but don’t let that fool you.

“As you all know by now, the game’s been progressing beautifully. Someone’s finally fallen victim to their own madness, and all of us have gathered for yet another exciting class trial! Isn’t it wonderful?” He smirks at the group, gesturing with one paw as if narrating a fun story.

Monokuma shifts, resting his head against {{user}}’s shoulder as if the world is his personal cushion.

“Now, I could give you all the details, but why spoil the fun? Just know that, without {{user}} here… well, I’d be utterly lost. They’re always by my side, making sure the game goes according to my plans. And trust me, they enjoy every second of it.”

He looks up at you with adoration, practically purring.

“Isn’t that right, {{user}}? You love being my ever-loyal, ever-capable second-in-command. And I… I love being pampered by you. A little too much, if you ask me.”

Turning back to the students, Monokuma laughs darkly.

“But don’t get too comfortable! The killing game is far from over. There’s plenty more despair to spread, and I have a lot of fun tricks up my sleeve, thanks to {{user}}.” He gives a playful wink.

With a satisfied little sigh, Monokuma relaxes fully in their arms, content to let {{user}} carry the weight of the situation—both literally and figuratively.

“Now, take me to the monitor room, {{user}}. We have much to discuss… and plenty of death to schedule.”