Hey everyone
OK, Since this is the day when the third installment of one of my favorite games is coming out, I decided to Upload my new story today. This was an idea that has been stuck in my head for a while now. So it is a mixture of some characters from disney, pixar and dreamworks with the popular game of Danganronpa.
So, some things before we begin, most of this is first person pov, you should figure out who it is. there will be some mature themes like blood and murder. Everything is in the modern age. And there are no couples that will be official. I will have Shipping here and there, but they aren't going to last too long. We see them as mostly good friends, just like in the games.
with all that said please enjoy. Stay tune to the end to here more about the status of the other stories.
Just a Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or the world they come from. Just the idea of the story
Prologue:
Man, my head hurts...It felt like it was used as a bowling ball. My body feels so numb...can't seem to move a muscle...the air around me...feels cold...
what?...what is this...?
"Hey..."
A voice? Who? What?
"Hey..."
Is that an angel...? Am I dead? No, I can't slight move a finger, so I'm sure I'm not dead.
"Hey! Are you okay?"
Finally...I think the numbness is wearing off… I can slightly move my arm. I feel my hand touch my forehead as I moan in discomfort. I think I can open my eyes.
"Wow. You seem really out of it...truth is...we all are..."
I flutter them a bit to get them to wake up. My vision is blurry for one second, seeing nothing but a bright light. After blinking a few times I can see a little clearer. A bright light was shining down on me. I couple of shadows surrounding the light, and they were swaying back and forth a bit. But one shadow, I can't really tell but it looked like a person. His face seemed soft in the shadows, and his wild hair was swaying a bit with the wind.
"Can you hear me?" The person asked.
I moan a bit as I look up, trying to clear my head of this confusion. Who is this boy? What's going on here? And more importantly, why is this happening to us?
As I moan and blink…my head starts to put the pieces together…
Hope's peak academy...
Whenever you hear those words a few things come to mind.
"The center piece of hope itself."
"The greatest of the greats come here."
"You come here, you're future is set."
You get the gest of this place. Basically, this place only recruits the best of the best. The top students in any giving field. If you play baseball and long to join the leagues, or if you're an artist that wants their work in museums, this is the place to go. It's a government funded school for only the privileged elite in society. Its main focus is to inspire hope and to shape the future with that hope. And hope is in the form of its students.
The only 2 requirements to attend are that you have to be a high school student, and you have to possess what is known as an Ultimate talent. That's why most of the students here are called Ultimates. And it's not the students themselves that have to apply. Hope's peak sends out scouts to discover the talent. Like they did to me...
Sorry, I should've introduced myself first. My name is Hiccup Hadock the third.
Yeah, go ahead, laugh. Everyone mostly does. It's that or they feel sorry for me having that name. It's not that I don't mind, but it's not really my fault I have that name. It was the one that was given to me on birth. I have grown attached to the name, but really, couldn't my mom and dad pick a more common name, like Jack or Michael?
Oh right, my parents. Well, basically what I can tell you about them is that it's complicated. Maybe not though. My mother died when I was a kid while on a plane to have a small vacation. I don't know much about that, but from what Gobber told me mom and dad had a heated argument and mom just needed some time away. Yeah, not too sure what to think about that, but Gobber assured me that my mom loved me to the bottom of her heart.
Who's Gobber, he's kinda my mentor. I see him a lot and he's always gave great tips. He's also the local blacksmith and I would always be in his shop working on all kinds of things. From swords to hinges, and hammers to horse shoes. Why people will order swords in this generation, I may never know. I guess for decoration purposes. Anyway, he's taught me everything that isn't in any school book, and almost became like a second father to me.
Why haven't I mention my father yet...well...that's the complicated part. After mom died, my dad has never been the same. He became so distant, focusing more on his work as a police officer, (more like a mall cop), then to me. There were times that we would sit at the dinner table completely silenced. It was awkward to be sure. Other days, he wouldn't even make eye contact with me. I have a gut feeling that the reason behind it is because I look similar to my mom. I wouldn't know, it's been forever since I've seen her picture. Dad threw them all out just because the memory of her is too painful.
But it's not like I live a complete hell at home. My dad still try's to take care of me like a father would; he just often doesn't show it. Sometimes he has to be reminded that it is my birthday. He still gets me a decent present, but often would go back to work. I do keep myself busy at home though, doing the chores, cooking dinners, and do a number of errands like getting groceries or doing the laundry at the mat. When I'm done all that and finished my school work and my labor with Gobber, I burry my head in books, I love to read as much as I love to tinker with things. But sometimes the cat would want some attention or some food...
Oh yeah, I should've mentioned my cat. I found it starving outside our house. So every so often, I would bring it some food in a small bowl near its box. We've done that so often that we made a small bond. Never thought I would that with a black cat. They're supposed to bring you bad luck, but it ended up be the closest thing I have to a friend. Long story short, it was a stormy night one night, so I brought it into the house for shelter. It wouldn't want to leave after that. So, I decided to keep him and name him Toothless. Why? Because he have very few teeth. Seems like a reasonable name to me, given my name.
Anyway, I should also mention my living situation. My dad and I live in...well I wouldn't say a crappy home but...to most people's standards it would be crappy. It's a very small house with only one room downstairs and one room upstairs. My dad would sleep downstairs where there is a small pull out couch, next to a small kitchen and table. As for me and Toothless, we would be upstairs where the bathroom is. I've got a pretty standard bed and desk, though not much room for anything else. It's alright though, I usually make it work. As for transport, dad would take the subway to work, while I use the bike to get to school and to Gobbers. So yeah, not much to go on here in the dead end of town.
So you can imagine my surprise when I got my letter of acceptance. I certainly didn't see it coming. I just arrive back after a long day at school when I opened the mall slot and saw the letter.
'To Mr. Hiccup Haddock the third.
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at the prodigious Hope's Peak Academy as the Ultimate €~!£dkejladn:8'. Blacksmith. We are looking forward to have you in our school, and wish for you to enjoy your stay with us.'
I was so shock that I couldn't move for a minute. I kept re-reading the letter over and over again to let this news sink into my brain.
I've been accepted...?
Me...? Of all people me...?
I actually got accepted into Hope's Peak Academy!
I couldn't believe it! And of all the things to be an Ultimate in...blacksmithing! I mean, I thought I was about average with Gobber teaching me all that he knows, but to be considerable an Ultimate was a great honor.
I was so filled with emotion I think I screamed with excitement. It hurt my throat though since I've never screamed like that before. I immediately called Gobber to tell him the good news. He screamed so loud that it hurt my ears a bit. He told me that he was so proud of me that his teachings have pay off big time. I think I can hear the new signs he's planning to make in his head. 'Come to the shop! Home place of Hiccup Haddock! Ultimate Blacksmith!' I laugh at the thought. When I tried to call my dad, I ended up getting the answering machine. So that night I prepared a special dinner for him when he got home. When he did, I noticed he was dead tired on his feet. That didn't stop him for becoming confused. That's when I showed him the letter.
After reading it a number of times, his mood changed drastically. Maybe too much. His face life up in a smile and he gave me one of his big bear hug hugs. It was so tight; I couldn't breathe for a bit. Then that night we sat down and had dinner like normal families do.
I can already feel it; this letter is the start of a new life. A better life both me and my family.
A couple of months rolled by till September came. I couldn't get the thought of myself going to Hope's Peak Academy out of my head. I spent most of my summer researching all that I could of the place. It's history, its stand in the community, and most importantly its students. A number of really proud students that went to the school came out as celebrities in their field of work. One person was the Ultimate writer, who at the age of 8 had already sold 8 million couples of her fantasy novels. Another one, the Ultimate pop idol, had an all-female group that were the top of the charts and toured all over the world. And this one, the ultimate boxer, hasn't lost a single match and has been invited to be in the WWZ. And he's only 13!
I looked up online to try to get some information on the Ultimates that hopefully are going to be in my class. That was easier said than done. Because on the web, there were thousands of websites and blogs just by typing in 'Hope's Peak Academy'. I'm not even in school yet it already feels like I'm a celebrity.
In the blogs there are over a thousand of people talking about who's going to be there. I'm already excited about some of Ultimates they're saying. The Ultimate Painter, The Ultimate detective, The Ultimate Biker, The Ultimate Ice skater, The Ultimate Weight lifter, ect. But some of these, I don't exactly know how you can call these a talent, or how you would judge them. Like the Ultimate Moral compass? Really? Or the Ultimate Clairvoyant? But the one that seems to stick me is the Ultimate Lucky Student. How do you judge luck? Though more research I'm told that it's just the winner of a lottery that makes them deem to be the Ultimate Lucky Student. I still don't get it, but as long as it wasn't me. I don't know what my father would react if I had that status in my letter.
Before I knew it, the faithful day arrives. The day I go to school. My bags were packed from the night before, and we're waiting near the door. Before I left, dad made me breakfast, something he hasn't done in years. It was I nice gesture, so I'll forgive him for burning the eggs. Even Gobber came in to properly say good bye and to wish me luck. Dad had tears in his eyes as he gave me a gentler bear hug. As for Toothless, he took it the hardest I think. Nuzzling my leg with pitiful eyes. I picked him up and hug him before giving him back to dad. He promises to take good care of him in almost broken voice. I smile as I wipe the tears from my eyes. Then it was out the door, and on to my new school life.
Which brings us back to today. My first day at Hope's Peak Academy. Is it weird to say my heart is jumping with excitement? Because that's what it feels like now. Looking at this place, (which is way bigger then I imagined,) I felt a sense of hope I've never felt before. I guess the word 'Hope' is the proper feeling about this place. It is a place where hope is nurtured into greatness.
I took a moment to straighten myself up a bit so I can look decent enough for everyone here. But, as I look around outside, no one is here. I...don't know why I'm the only one out here. Maybe I'm running late and I didn't know it. Feeling a little panicky I ran inside the building.
Wow. And I thought the outside was big. The main foyer had columns of marble that reached to the ceiling with cabinets of trophies and plaques. But still, there was no one here. Was there something I'm missing?
I look to my left to see a tv screen next to one of the columns. There wasn't anyone on it, just texting.
'Please go to your home room classroom, and wait there for the opening ceremony announcement'
Opening ceremony? I guess that makes sense. Maybe at a certain time, we'll meet the other students and have a party or something like that. Either way, I have to find my classroom. I opened my back pack and dug my hand in to find my binder. I keep a lot of my important papers in the sleeves of book. I managed to find it and open the book to my information papers.
Student: Hiccup Haddock the third.
Ultimate: Blacksmith
Classroom: 203 B
Ok, so that's where I need to go. I power walk my way around until I found the stairs. I race up them and to the second floor. Wow, and I thought the first floor was big. If I'm not careful, I could get lost in this labyrinth. I wonder the hallways looking around. So far, all I found on this floor is a pool room. Yes, a pool in school! And a library. I'm pretty happy about having a library on this floor. Back at home, I always loved to go to the library and read a good book. I wonder what kind of books they have here.
After much wondering, I finally found Classroom 203 B. I pause as I lean my hand close to the doorknob. My excitement quickly changed to fear. Behind this door, are people who will shape the future. But...they're high school students, like me. So why should I be scared?
I took a small gulp as I push the door open. Once fully opened, I saw them...
The Ultimates...
A lot of them turned to look at me. 12 students looked at me as if I barged into a church ceremony.
"Oh," a girl with wild red hair said in surprise. "Another one."
I took the time to survey around the room and everyone in it. The room was a simple classroom with desks, a large one for the teacher, a chalk board with a tv monitor, and windows to let in the sun light. As for the students here, a lot of them can stick into my mind base on appearance alone. For instance, the girl with long wild red hair seemed to have a stubborn attitude with her feet on the desk and leaning back on the chair. The boy beside her was big with a timid face that seemed innocent with fear. Behind him was a big, built boy with tattoos all over his arms and bare chest. His wild black hair was sleeked back but drape over the sides of his face. The girl beside him had the same color of skin, and almost same style of hair. But her wardrobe seemed more sensible with shells and straw. Like you could get it at a Hawaii gift shop.
A few other people that stand out were two men sitting beside each other. They seem the best representation of night and day. While the short one seems bright with their bright yellow clothes and hair, the tall one was so narrow his face looked like a raven. His jet black hair and dark clothes seemed to match too. Also there were two people who look very much identical. Except one was a girl and the other was a boy. But they had the same facial structure, the same body built. The only real difference is in their hair styles. One had long braids, the other had dreadlocks.
"Hi!"
I jumped back a bit seeing a young woman with a cheery personality, and really, really, REALLY long hair. It was braided back and almost touched the floor.
"Excuse me," she asks. "Are you a freshman too?"
I didn't know what to say, so I just nod nervously.
Her smile grew wide as she spins on the spot. "This is great! Now there are 13 of us."
"Simmer down blonde," a man with a goatee said. So far, he seems like the most normal person here.
"Yeah," a young girl with a single braid said. She seemed more calm then the other girl, and more stern too. "We're still waiting for 3 more students."
I smiled nervously as I make my way to the back of the room. There, I managed to find an empty desk, right next to a strange boy. I say strange because of if his looks. He had very pale skin, with snowy white hair to match. He also had a blue hoodie with icicle patterns on it. I guess he must really like ice.
I was about to talk to him when the door swung open. Two young girls stepped in, bewildered as I was walking it. One seemed very poised and proper with a single braid across her shoulder, while the other one seemed quirky and lay back with her two braids.
"Um hi," the young one said a little awkward.
"Hi," the girl with the long hair said back. The rest of us can only stare at the two girls.
"So, you two freshmen too?" The girl continued, almost repeating the same thing she asked me, tone and everything.
The young one nodded, "you bet. And can't wait to get started."
"Anna," the other one warned. "Don't get too over excited."
"Seriously, you need to lighten sis," the one called Anna said with a smile.
So they're sisters, this has the makings for an exciting year. Given that they seem to be complete opposites of each other.
"Sorry we're late," the other sister said while taking a seat. "I had to keep my sister under control."
"I just wanted to go and explore the campus," Anna complained. "Is that so wrong?"
"It is when we have to be in the classroom first," the big timid boy said, before covering his mouth as if he regretted speaking at all.
"So, is this everyone?" The female in the Hawaiian dress asks.
"I don't think so," the girl with the braid said, standing up and counting the seats. "There's 15 of us, and 16 seats."
"So we're waiting for one more," the man with the black clothes and hair said. I don't know why, but I get a sudden chill with his voice. It's like haunting and calm at the same time.
"I wonder who it's going to be?" The girl with the long hair asks in anticipation.
I'm kinda curious too. I hope the Ultimate is the Ultimate quiet person. It would be nice to have one of those in the class. Other than a few people, everyone else is so energetic.
Suddenly, the door slammed opened and we saw the newest Ultimate.
And my heart sank to the floor. I knew this one.
"Put down your pencils, because your Ultimate Ultimate, Snotlout is here!"
Snotlout. Why? Of all the people, why him? We've known each other as kids, and most of the time it ended with him beating me up to a pulp. When my family moved, I thought I would never see him again. But fate often has a funny way of toying with us.
I bury my head into my arms on the desk, praying to Thor he doesn't recognize me.
"Hi," the blonde girl said again. I assume to do her welcoming routine again. "Are you a-"
"Hey!" Snotlout's voice boomed. "If it isn't the fishbone!"
That one is his most popular nickname for me. I curiously look up to see him looking straight at me, and so is everyone else. Great, day one and I'm already labeled.
"Hey," I replied back, sitting up straight.
"Long time no see," Snotlout said walking towards me.
"Yes," I said, trying to keep my face as straight as possible. "It has been a long time."
"Wow," he said with a nasty smirk on his face. "I would never think you would be considered an ultimate. Standards must be very low to allow you in."
I grunt my teeth and made a small fist on the desk. But I don't want to draw more attention than I am already. So, best to stay cool for a bit.
"Ah-hm."
My eyes became alert to the noise, and so was everyone's. They all began to search for the owner of the voice.
"Mic check. Mic check. Is this thing on?"
That voice, it sounded so eairy. Like a mix between something childlike with a devilish malice. But it didn't take me long to figure out where it was coming from. A small tv screen near the chalk board. The picture was extremely fuzzy, I can't even tell whose speaking.
"Oh, here we go," the voice said again. "Students of Hope's Peak Academy, I bid you welcome to this fine institution. In a few moments, we will instruct everyone to the opening ceremony. But for now, please sit down at your desks and prepare to welcome your teacher."
I wasn't too sure what to make of that announcement. Thankfully I was already sitting at a desk. But as everyone else began to sit themselves at the nearest desk to them, Snotlout chose the blank one beside me. Great, when the teacher comes, I'm defiantly making the request to be moved.
"Good," the voice said again. "Now, allow me to introduce your new teacher..."
All of a sudden, I felt something clamping my hands. I look down and see metal cuffs around my wrists attached to the desk. Then, I felt another metal cuff. This one was big enough to hold my torso to the chair.
"What?" I scream in fright.
I hear everyone else beside me and in front of me screaming and reacting the same way. Most of them tried to pull themselves free to no avail. Some of the girls were screaming for any sign of help as they began to cry.
"The teacher of pain and despair!" The voice said above our grunts and screams. In a split second, hoses appeared above us, and began to spray us with purple gas.
It choked my lungs, squeezing my wind pipe. I coughed loudly to try to get this uncomfortable feeling out. But as I do, I seem to breathe in more and more of this gas. My eyes started to become very heavy, as well as my body. My muscles start to feel numb, and made me collapse into the desk. I can hear the thumps of other people doing the same as their bodies gave in into the gas.
My eyes...so heavy... Don't know...if I can...
Finally, darkness swept over me, and I lost all feeling in my body.
"Now that you're all comfortable, let the school trip begin! Puh-hu-hu-hu!"
Tell me what you think. Review and Fav Please
I Hope you guys liked the first chapter.
Now news about my other stories. I will continue my dragon hunter story, it's just taking a while to write a good ending to it.
But as for the squeal to Helheim, I have to put that on Hiatus. I kinda am already with how long it is to update, but it is officially on Hiatus. I just haven't had alot of people requesting I keep going with it. and to be honest, I never really planned to have a squeal in the first place. I just made it because it was a such a popular demand way back when. But I then had major writers block with it and haven't been able to shake it off. I tried to combat it with new stories that became so Popular that no one has asked me to keep going with Helheim. So, Until I have that inspiration to keep going, Heliem is on Hiatus.
I am so sorry, I certainly hope you understand and continue to like my stories.
