thebackstage | a little kink [the It's Curtains kink meme]

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I need interaction between the Balladeer and Mailbox from Dangan Ronpa: Nick vs CN. They can cope with their traumas together over pancakes.

Sadly not Balladeer and Mailbox specifically, but cross-game interactions?...

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Every week at 5 o'clock sharp, somewhere in the multiverse, a group comes together with one common goal: to understand and work through their issues. For three years and counting, they have met, their group slowly getting larger.

Now, behold as the newest meeting of Murder Masterminds Anonymous convenes, once more...

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"Right, right, ok." Clicking the pencil in and out, in and out, Donnie Maybeck looked around at the chairs and its occupants inside the small office. "So, uh, I'm gonna start this meeting by letting Monaka make an announcement, like she requested. Monaka?"

The group looks over to the wheelchair with the skeleton in it, the tag "Monaka" pinned to it. The skeleton looks left, then right, then holds up a sign.

""

"Ah, excellent~!" At this, Junko clapped. "Now you won't be a soulless skeleton anymore. You'll just be soulless! I love it!"

"Junko." Donnie frowned. "We talked about this. Armor piercing an inexplicably alive friend to induce despair is bad."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." Junko waved him off. "Look, seriously, I'm totally happy for her! She still has her body to reconstruct, too, yeah? So she shouldn't feel ashamed no matter what she looks like."

"Yes, let's talk about your 'body'." Across from her, Lysandre rolls a chip from the snack table between his fingers. "You realize you're starting to glitch again, right? I believe you promised us that you would keep yourself charged properly--"

"Anyway." Donnie sighed. "If we want to talk about body image post-Mastermind death and life this session, its fine. We can. But there are two more announcements I need to make."

"Oh?" From his seat, Mettaton crossed his legs. "Do tell."

"First, we're going to meet at Pizza Planet for our pizza party-"

"I notice Ginti isn't here to get the instructions on how to get there."

"--Yeah, yeah, I know, he hates pizza." Donnie looked at the group. But you guys majority ruled for it...can't imagine why..."

"I can't help but agree with him. If it were me," Kimblee rubbed his fingers together. "I'd take us someplace decent."

"SECOND announcement." Why was Donnie subbing again? He had no clue, aside from being asked by Mickey to chair the thing while he was gone helping to fight...another Mastermind in another iteration, apparently. Not of a murder game, but apparently Xehanort is just that bad. "It looks like we're going to get a newcomer to the meetings." Maybeck started when he heard the knock. "Oh, that must be--"

He didn't even get a chance to finish, before suddenly, music began blaring out of nowhere, causing Maybeck to jump out of his seat. The door swung open, revealing the Leading Player, dressed in a revealing black suit, top hat and cane in hand.

"Geez Louise-!"

"Hello," the Leading Player smiled at everyone as she rolled the hat onto her head. "My fellow Masterminds."

Well look who we have here!

"No," Maybeck waved his hands. "No no, please don't-!"

HA!
Its the Pokemon guy - Lysandre!
I see two of you from Trustfell,
And at least one of you who should be in hell-

With a snap of her fingers, fire-themed confetti starts falling from the ceiling. The other Masterminds could only stare, mouths open in shock at the audacity - with Junko starting to drool - as the Leading Player continued her song and dance routine. The lights dimmed, and a spotlight shined on her.

Let's get this show started!
Who cares what the players say!

"...I am in love." Mettaton's eyes widened. "Those legs...so perfect for dancing...!"

Donnie groaned as the Leading Player proceeded to toss her hat right onto his head with a wink in his direction. This was going to be a long meeting, he realized, as he got his whistle ready.

Again, why did Mickey tell him to fill in again?

YES

The Balladeer didn't know a lot of others who were used to their worlds being stories; more now, yes, but still. Technically, Mailbox didn't add to the list. He was real to himself, fellow NPC or not. Still, he had greeted the Balladeer happily and introduced himself as an imaginary replica of an already fictional character come to life. That this turned out less "meta" than "Mailbox's actual backstory" mattered less than the Balladeer had thought, especially given the other things they had in common.

"Thanks a lot for meeting with me, Mr. B!" Mailbox, wearing a heavy scarf, hopped over with a plate of waffles and tipped his box head to drop them down onto the Balladeer's plate. "I know the cold is hard to get used to."

The Balladeer smiled and went for the syrup.

"Don't worry. I have to say I'm surprised, though. I didn't think they'd have blueberry waffles in, well... in Fantasy Nunavut. A guy who looks like me didn't come and invent these for you, did he?" That last part came with a laugh and a thought of the newly modernized Fantasy Norway he'd just come from visiting.

"Nope!" If Mailbox was confused by the question, he didn't show it. "Sokka learned how to make these back in the orphanage, and then he invented a waffle iron you could cook over a fire instead of plug in! The breakfast Steven used to make us was one of the only good parts of that awful time..."

The Balladeer gave a solemn nod. "I know. Those games -- they're supposed to be stories about staying strong and finding hope, but it's horrible to be used by the game runners like that."

Mailbox looked up sadly and hopped over to his own seat. "I can't believe there were more games than just ours."

"Lot of people out there have the same idea," the Balladeer sighed. "Mine got me thinking it would all be fine. She knew about the other shows, and she was set on being 'original.' I only found out later that 'original' meant she didn't want a happy ending."

"Gosh..." Mailbox looked down at his plate. "I didn't even know what the game was at first. I just thought that, when people disappeared, they were going somewhere nice, and then, and then Tarrlok..."

The Balladeer set down his fork and reached over with a handkerchief to dab away the sniffling imaginary friend's tears.

"Whoa, whoa, it's okay." He smiled sadly. "It's all right now."

Mailbox hiccuped. "Thank you, Mr. B. It must have been really hard for you, too."

The Balladeer nodded. He thought better of mentioning that, in his round, he'd been the one to stand up to the mastermind and ended up with pieces of brain on his loved ones for the trouble.

"Things turned out." A hand went to his head. "Just like your story. Things turned out."

He thought better of mentioning that, in his round, he'd been the one to stand up to the mastermind and ended up with pieces of brain on his loved ones for the trouble.

I love this.

~~Also "Things turned out" reminds me of "Everything happens" and now im hurting~~

Thank you very much!

I CRIED THANKS

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