Ryuta Vs Negative Joker – Will And Darkness

The air inside Joker's Forest of Laughter grew heavy. The usual chaotic energy of Joker's illusions wasn't here. Instead, the atmosphere was dark, suffocating, and slow.

Ryuta stood in a barren, gray wasteland. The world around him looked lifeless—no laughter, no chaos, just an overwhelming emptiness.

Across from him, Negative Joker sat on a broken throne made of discarded playing cards. Unlike the other Jokers, he wasn't laughing. His painted face looked tired, his eyes empty. His jester outfit was dull, almost faded, as if the colors had long since been drained.

"Ryuta, Ryuta, Ryuta…" Negative Joker sighed, resting his head on his hand. "You shouldn't be here. You shouldn't be anywhere."

Ryuta narrowed his eyes. "Oh? And why's that?"

Negative Joker tilted his head, smirking weakly.

"Because… what's the point?"

Suddenly—a dark wave of pressure crashed down on Ryuta.

His chest tightened. His breathing slowed.

His thoughts… turned against him.

Why are you even fighting?

Did anything change?

You lost people before, you'll lose them again.

Ryuta gritted his teeth as a strange force dragged his mind into a spiral.

Negative Joker stood up slowly, walking forward, his voice soft but piercing.

"You've been running in circles, haven't you? Searching for meaning. Trying to fix something that was broken from the start. You can't bring them back. You can't undo the past."

His voice slithered through Ryuta's mind like a curse.

"Everything you've done… means nothing."

The weight crushed down harder.

Ryuta's knees nearly buckled. His hands shook slightly.

His own thoughts were turning into a battlefield.

Every time Ryuta moved, Negative Joker spoke.

"You're not strong enough."

"Even if you win here, what then?"

"You should've died instead."

The words dug into him. He had fought powerful enemies before—monsters, sorcerers, even fate itself.

But this fight… was against himself.

He could feel it happening—the emotions creeping in, twisting his mind, pulling at every regret, every failure, every loss.

He clenched his fists, trying to push it down.

Negative Joker chuckled at Ryuta's silence. "Ah… you feel it, don't you? That sinking, gnawing feeling inside you? I'm not creating this, Ryuta. This… is all you."

He stepped closer.

"You are your own worst enemy."

Ryuta let out a slow breath.

The pressure didn't disappear, but… something inside him shifted.

He lifted his head, and when he did… he was smiling.

But it wasn't a normal smile.

It was eerily calm.

The kind of smile that didn't match the situation.

Negative Joker blinked. "Huh?"

Ryuta tilted his head slightly. His voice came out smooth, almost amused.

"So… this is your trick? Words?"

Negative Joker frowned. "They're not tricks, they're the truth."

Ryuta chuckled softly. "Truth? No. This is just a game of perspectives, isn't it?"

Negative Joker stiffened slightly.

Ryuta stepped forward. His movements weren't aggressive, but… unnerving.

"Let's test something." Ryuta's voice was soft, almost whisper-like. "You say I'm weak. But…"

He raised a hand—and Negative Joker flinched.

Just slightly.

Ryuta's grin widened.

"That means you're afraid."

Negative Joker took a step back. "Tch… don't try to twist my words—"

"Twist your words?" Ryuta's voice didn't change, but the atmosphere did. It was no longer heavy with sorrow… but something more dangerous.

"No, no, I'm just… interpreting."

Negative Joker clenched his teeth. "You're just trying to—"

"What? Control the conversation?" Ryuta laughed—not loud, not forced, but light. Amused.

And that's when it hit Negative Joker.

He was supposed to be in control. He was supposed to be breaking Ryuta.

But suddenly…

He felt like he was the one being played.

Like he had walked into Ryuta's trap.

Ryuta tilted his head, his eyes sharp. "Go on. Keep talking. Keep telling me what I am, what I feel, what I should think."

Negative Joker hesitated.

Ryuta's voice dropped to a whisper, but it cut through the air like a blade.

"Or…" His eyes locked onto Joker's. "Are you scared that I'll prove you wrong?"

Negative Joker's breath hitched.

Ryuta stepped forward again.

Negative Joker stepped back.

"What's wrong?" Ryuta mused, his voice dripping with something unreadable. "Lost your confidence? I thought you had all the answers."

Negative Joker's hands shook slightly. "Tch… this is—this is just manipulation."

Ryuta's smile faded.

And then—his expression became empty.

"Isn't that what you were doing first?"

Negative Joker's eyes widened.

Negative Joker felt something shift.

A dark, overwhelming aura poured from Ryuta like a black tide.

a dark big card appeared in the back of Ryuta

A blank black card with creepily white smile.

Negative Joker stumbled back, eyes darting to the image.

The figure on the card had a chilling grin—one that matched Ryuta's previous expression.

And then—Ryuta moved.

He lunged forward with speed that made the air tremble.

Negative Joker barely had time to react before—

Ryuta's blade tore through him.

" I just wish to have a happy ending, in all means— I need to recreate the world." Ryuta murmured with passion and obsession in every word he spoke.

Negative Joker let out a strangled sound—before his body burst into black mist.

His last whisper echoed as he faded:

"Recreating the world ?

No… no, no… You… you're the real monster here…"

"Recreation is not destruction—it is salvation. To burn away the pain, to erase the suffering, to build a world where no one is forced to endure the agony I have known—this is my purpose. Perfection is not an illusion. It is a choice, one that the weak refuse to make. But I am not weak. I will not hesitate. And when the old world turns to dust, I will stand among its ruins and carve something new from the emptiness." Ryuta stated his beliefs with obsession lingers on it.

A world without sorrow. A world without loss. A world without regret.

And if it costs me everything, then so be it."

Joker listen carefully as he was dying.

And then, he was gone.

Ryuta stood in the silence.

He closed his eyes. The pressure was gone.

But…

His fingers twitched.

For a moment, in that fight… something inside him had enjoyed it.

The way he twisted Joker's words against him.

The way he watched him crumble.

The way he felt in control.

He exhaled, shaking his head. "Not now. Keep moving."

He turned around—Time to finish this.