I wake up somewhere. I don't know where, but where ever it is, I'm there.
My ears are immediately overrun with loud, loud, noises. When I open my eyes I can see why. I'm trapped in what looks like a classroom, filled with people who look around my age.
My Name is Sam Wilson. That's all that comes to my mind, still staring at the tile ceiling. When I realize I'm sitting on the floor, I stand up.
"The Basic Chick is up!" shouts someone from behind me. It sounded like a masculine voice, but I could be wrong. I turn around, which I instantly regret as vertigo rushes through my body. I can finally see the voice.
I don't want to say whoever he was is hot, but there's no other words. He looks like a frat boy mixed with Brad Pitt. His black hair is tied back in a man bun, revealing pointy ears with one to many earrings on it. He was wearing an aviator jacket, along with a Metallica t-shirt and black ripped jeans.
"What are you staring at me for? Am I really that handsome you really have to stand there for ten seconds?"
I quickly stop examining him, and look around. There's a girl with a purple Afro being shouted at by some red-haired cottage core, A girl with long dusty pink hair in the corner, and The Brad Pitt wannabe is talking with a girl wearing a hijab and a boy with brown hair styled like he was from some 80's TV show.
Can you please move? your blocking the lighting. I look down, and I immediately see A teenage emo cruella de vil. Her hair was tied up in two messy buns, with curly hair still falling on her shoulders. She appeared to be writing something. She shut the book when I tried getting a closer look at it. I move so that I'm near The Brad Pitt wannabe and far away from the Afro girl.
"Write your name on the board," said a voice from behind me. I turn around slowly and see it was the red-haired cottagecore.
"I"m Wilson Tracker Fontaine. I'm the Ultimate class president. And you are?"
I raise and eyebrow but respond, "I'm Sam Wilson."
"What's your ultimate?"
"I don't know, exactly, I just woke up."
He does a little tut-tut thing before turning back to shout at the girl with the Afro.
"You Over dere'!" says the girl with the Afro She runs and jumps across desks, then proceeding to grab my arm and drag me to the side of the room she was before.
"Does this look good or not?" She says in southern accent. She reveals a Graffiti style rose, sprayed over a plain brick wall.
"Stick up his ass Fontaine here thinks that it's 'not meant for the classroom' but If they didn't want me to be creative, they wouldn't of placed me in a room with blank walls!"
"You have vandalized the entire classroom! Could you not just keep the blank walls blank!" shouts the cottage core.
I take a second to realize that the entire room is decked out in plain old graffiti.
"I think it looks amazing," I said, turning to look at all of the art along the walls.
"Now the people have spoken, The art is amazing and you're just a stuck up piece of crap, I'm Garnet Wang, The Ultimate Graffiti artist."
A Girl with Frizzy Orange hair sprouted up from under a desk and stuck out her hand, like she wanted me to shake it.
"And I'm Amethyst Carter, Ultimate Roller Skater."
I shook her hand. It looked like she was wearing hand-me downs, and I tried not to over analyze people for too long. One thing I did notice was that she was wearing a pendant around her neck. I don't know what everybody means by an 'Ultimate'.
"What does Ultimate Mean?" I say, looking between Garnet and Amethyst.
"Y'know, why did Hope's Peak Academy chose YOU? What's your talent?" says Garnet.
"I can eat spicy ramen with siracha without drinking water and be fine. But I don't think that's really Impressive as yours." I say.
"Well that's not as Impressive, but it's still something!" says a robotic voice from the front of the room.
"What was that?" says the Brad Pitt wannabe.
"WELL LUCIFER DEVON I'M, DRUM ROLL PLEASE-"
A small black and white bear popped from under the desk. The colors were split down the middle, and there was a rd eye and a large grin only on the black side.
"WELCOME, I'M YOUR HEADMASTER, MONOKUMA!"
"what sort of sick joke is this?" said Fontaine. "Do they think we're three years old or what? I don't need some bear to teach me!"
"WELL, WELL, MR.FONTAINE, I WOULD CHOSE YOUR NEXT WORDS VERY CAREFULLY! BUT ANYWAYS, ONTO THE MAIN EVENT-"
I hear a giant bang as the walls crash down onto the floor, revealing a giant tropical rainforest.
"YOUR DIGITAL NOTEBOOKS ARE IN YOUR POCKETS AND WILL BE USED TO ACCESS ALL THE LOCATIONS, YOU WILL STAY IN THE TREE HOUSES LOCATED LEFT OF THE CANTEEN AND KITCHEN. THERE WILL BE ABSOLUTELY NO ROOMING IN CABINS. THERE ARE CAMERAS ALL OVER THE GROUNDS TOO, SO DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT BREAKING THE RULES! AND DON'T TRY TO ESCAPE, BECAUSE IT'S ALL JUST TREES FROM HERE! ALL THE FOOD WILL BE AT THE CANTEEN AREA, ANY QUESTIONS?"
My brain was still processing the walls, and as far as I could tell, Everyone else was too. As Far as I could tell, this bear is either a pyschopath, or a big, fat, idoit.
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Danganronpa: Forest of Despair
FanfictionDanganronpa returns with its third game, and here we have 15 all-new contestants and punishments! (The main will be gender-neuteral FYI) and instead of a beach this year, its in a small forest located in *******.
