Prologue: Life Turns into Hell

"Ugh... The hell..."

Grumbling to myself feeling so sour. My head hurts like a bitch! It feels so stiff. So does my entire body. More stiff than usual when I feel aching in the morning. Did I get into some sort of accident? No, I was just sleeping. It was just from sleeping. Sleeping feels go good until the moment you wake up. Like eating something sweet till its gone. These days I can barely tell the difference between getting hurt from an injury or waking up.

"..."

Ever since the day I was born, I've experience some crazy crap in the past, but why is it this time I feel like my nerves are telling me that this time will be the most painful, dramatic, and daring experience I will ever experience in my life. I'm not even fully awake yet, why is it I don't want to open my eyes? Does this mean the experience is that much of a bad sign? This has never happen to me before. Seeing is believing... That's a motto I live by. If my body doesn't want my eyes to open, then I must force my eyes to open in order to see for myself. To make sense or even lessen the tension I feel inside. I should call out to find out if there is someone nearby. That's all I have to do. The world is a simple place where things aren't as complicated as they seem.

"Is anyone here?" I ask keeping my eyes shut hoping for something unexpected to come.

No response.

"Either there's no one there, the person is ignoring me, or... I'm talking to myself right now."

Talking to myself I bet. There's no other choice...

As I open my eyes, I come to seeing not only I'm by myself in an empty space, but its darker than the night sky. That's probably because the light aren't on. I feel around for a switch of some kind while feeling objects poking at me as I glide my hand around the walls. Eventually I find the switch and the room becomes a lot brighter and clearer to see. The bad feeling I had has diminished. I was just imagining the worse. Everything has a reason to it. However, I still know nothing about why I'm here in the first place.

"This sucks so much."

Looking around, I see I'm in an empty classroom. Should've known since I bumped my face into several desk shaped objects while looking for a switch. Also that I was sitting down on what felt to be one. Wait. Doesn't that mean...

"I am such an idiot..."

Giving myself I face palm, I have a sudden revelation.

I remember what I was doing last. I was heading to what was said to be the greatest high school in the freak in world. Or so they say. There is no such thing as a school better than all others. It all depends on your personal opinion. The name of said best school is…

"Hope's Peak Academy..."

Standing outside to see what appears a giant looking down on me, but is not. It's just how tall this building is.

Today marks the start of a new life. My first day at Hope's Peak Academy. I've been selected as one of the talented symbols to represent the world in achievements possible and becoming a glowing icon to others as one day they'll be just like me having a chance in gaining a grand educational opportunity with their exceptional talents. A full scholarship for the gifted. In the past, there have been several amazing individuals who have graduated from this school and have done so many accomplishments. Graduating from this school is the same as being set for life I hear.

In my case, I don't see how my talent can contribute to the world. It's more of a hobby than something beneficial. Well they did let in someone with the talent Ultimate Lucky Student, so I suppose any little talent can get by. The Ultimate Lucky Student is an exceptional one having to be picked from a national lottery to pick a student must means the school must be crazy rich to give an ordinary student the chance in one hell of a crazy full scholarship. I heard they offer luxury to the student in grand expenses, so I guess everyone chosen are also lucky students. As for me, my talent is the Ultimate Daredevil according to the acceptance letter I received. I'm sort of like that American one called Evel or something, and not like that daredevil who is a skilled defense attorney in those oversea comics.

What I do is pretty simple to describe. I simply perform difficult stunts like riding skateboards, cycles, skates, and many other stuff around some type of obstacle. I do a couple of creative stunts as well. Though others say they're really dangerous. Calling it life threatening is a big stretch. Nothing like that has ever happen to me I recall. I see circus performers get in bigger accidents than I. To me, I'm at a expert level in this field. Still...

I have no idea why they wanted me, but might as well take advantage of this experience from those suckers. Though I would have appreciated they let me keep my flaming red motorcycle inside where no one might steal it, but I guess after I call to complain over the phone about how sucky it was, but was somehow convince by how secure their security is, I guess I can be tolerant.

"My talent is a joke to be called an Ultimate...! Why did you accept someone like me...?! I hate you so much…!" I shout straight towards the inanimate object. Knowing my answer would be unheard. I just needed to let that out.

Who knows? While being enrolled here, I might find something else to make a living of. Like I said, being a daredevil is only a hobby, and I need to make a living doing something 'productive.' Like he said... Stupid older bro! Not all of us can be a genius like you. If I ever got the opportunity to choose my sibling, I wouldn't bat an eye to make the swap for any. I replace him in a heartbeat!

Standing at the front gates.

...What time was I supposed to be there? Eight in the morning. My watch reads... eight past ten. I'm late. I don't care at all. When people hear I'm a daredevil they think I'm one of two things. One of them, is a sinister type of person with a death wish. To show them what they want as I enjoy pleasing my fans in satisfaction, I plan to make my entrance as flashy as possible. That's why I'm going to motorcycle my way there, I'm going to ride inside looking so cool. You know what people say. First impressions are always important. That couldn't be any truer! What could go wrong?

I started revving up the engines. Why am I so hesitant? Am I scared? No! No! No! It's because I skipped breakfast this morning. It's true when they say breakfast is the most important meal of the day. Losing it on practice stunts is better than having to lose something more important. Nerve! My brother didn't want me to be late, so he made me skip breakfast knowing I wouldn't be in the mood to go wild. Look what that accomplished! I'll use my frustrating on my mad skills. I won't let him win! The goal is to make it to the opening ceremony landing on the podium without crashing into anything. The staff shouldn't complain if I don't brake anything. Why would they?

"HERE I GO...!"

As I enter the door, my head feels a strong sensation of blacking out. Did I crash already? How lame...

Now, I know the reason for those desk. This is Hope's Peak Academy. In a classroom, desk are so common, what is strange...

"Why are the windows bolted with iron and there's a camera watching me?! I hope the entrance is bolted up! If it is! Is this some sort of reality show?!"

I exhaled tiresome of not knowing what's going. Feeling over the top hothead. ...That's not all what's wrong. Most importantly, I don't know where my motorcycle has gone! My sweet cherry red! The closest thing I have to be lover. After being stuck here, this matter is what worries me more than my own life even.

"Huh?"

Seeing a note on one of the desk. I pick it up. It reads...

Hello students!

A new life has started for you all...

This academy shall become your entire life for you guys!

For more questions, go out and explore!

That's all. Byeeee!

This helps a little. Is this part of the orientation? Maybe some crude sense of humor this school has saying to commit to this school. I now worry if the school will be able to pick out the right Ultimate Comedian. Still, I feel a bad turn in my stomach for this exaggeration. Not fear or anything weak like that, but a sense of anxiety of what waits for me into the unknown. This whole thing is strange... They should know how to treat a lady. Huh, I never thought I get the chance to say that phrase of wording ever in my life. It's very funny when I think about it. Either way, I should get going and get to the bottom of things. There are so many things I need answers to.

I open the door getting out of the classroom.

Hello everyone! The wolf is here doing his first OC story. Or you can say I'm the big bad wolf looking for creative and fun loving, fifteen little sheep to join my SYOC story! Of course they'll have to be some ground rules. If you're having trouble coming up with a talent, give me a shout, and I'll shout right back. Don't worry, I know the drill. I'll put a copy of the OC form on my page. Any comments to make me into a better writer are welcomed. Big bad wolf signing out!

1. No mary-sues/gary-stus.

2. Please put it in PM form, unless you don't have an account.

3. It takes place in Japan. So, expect the character to be Japanese. I might accept one or two foreign students if your character has a good reason.

4. No cannon talents, except maybe a lucky student. I don't want the character to have been in another story. At least fit it my form and tweak the name if the OC hasn't been in one very much.

I really look forward to seeing your characters and ideas.

OC Form

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