He stood at the gate.
In front of him, the towering building known as Hope's Peak Academy stood before him. In a way, it was taunting him, mocking him for just standing there in wait. His simple outfit of a black tee and black pants did nothing to challenge that notion, giving off the impression of a typical protagonist for one these fics. Completing said look, was a faded yellow backpack and pair of ratty gray tennis shoes which, totally contrasted with his tanned skin and shaggy brown hair. Heck, his green eyes even seemed out of place upon him, not that he really cared.
He clutched the letter in his hands, giving it one last look over.
Dear Miguel Parks,
You have been accepted into the prestigious Hope's Peak. As such, your title will be the SHSL Fanfic Writer.
-Jin Kirigiri
Principal of Hope's Peak
"As Chrona would say," Miguel thought, casually heading towards the door. "The future is just one second forward from the present"
Miguel then grabbed hold of the doorknob, pulling it open and stepped inside. Everything began to spin around as everything seemed to blend into a monotone hue. A few seconds later, gravity took effect.
.
He opened his eyes.
The hallway of the school was long gone now, towering jungle trees and large leafy plants taking their place. Gushing of water filled the air, clearing his mouth of something. A teenage girl stood in front of him, dressed in a blue and orange jester costume. Finishing off said outfit, were a pair of orange and blue high heels along with red and green gloves. White costume paint covered her face, complimenting her violet blue eyes and the large orange and blue jester hat that covered over a mess of pink and purple hair.
"Uh… hi?" Miguel started, only for the girl to smile. She then pulled him up, only to shove a pie in his face.
"Jestery wins again!" the girl announced, only for Miguel to fall onto the ground. "Sorry about that, protagonist!"
"So your name is Jestery, I'm guessing?" Miguel answered, getting back up. The jester nodded, only to flash a large grin in his direction. "Miguel Parks, SHSL Fanfic Writer."
For such a unique title, it was quite vague. In particular, they were probably impressed by his Mage Girls fic "Chrona's Rebirth". In it, the titular character, Chrona, being stuck within a never-ending time loop. After a series of crazy adventures involving talking plants, weird animals and a talking umbrella that loves a grand piano, Chrona manages to breaks free and defeat her captor. It was a huge hit too, even after the "incident" and the shutdown of the archive.
"SHSL Prankster."
Jestery was an interesting case. While known for her elaborate pranks and practical seemed to break conventional laws of physics, it had made her a mile-long list of enemies. Many of them, being the current "rulers" of countries. Due to that, Jestery is not allowed to enter or leave any country she currently was in. For as restrictive and confusing as that rule was, Jestery chose to ignore it, continuing to prank people wherever she happened to be. With the recent rumors of her coming to Hope's Peak, he was pretty certain that many people were relived.
"So, where are we?" he asked, only for the two to stare blankly at each other.
"Jestery haven't a clue." Jestery answered, only for a loud bang to fill the air. They both turned around, their eyes focusing on what appeared to a teenage boy with a sniper rifle. He was dressed in just a camo t-shirt with matching pants and boots. Unlike Miguel and Jestery, his green eyes and brownish black short hair seemed to compliment his look. In his hands, appeared to be a sniper rifle, not that it actually would shoot real ammunition. "Hey!"
A second shot then rang out, this one managing to knock Jestery's hat off her head and onto the ground.
"Boo hoo hoo." the boy announced and jumped down from his perch, almost break most of his bones in the process. "Ow."
"Not so smooth now, mr sniper." Jestery taunted, sticking her tongue out at him. The boy only laughed, shooting the prankster in the face. "Jestery won't lose!"
Jestery placed her hat back on, proceeding to pull out a deck out of cards and threw them up into the air. What followed, was a wave of cards slamming into "Mr. Sniper".
Afterwards, Jestery skipped her way over to some other person, possibly to bother them.
"Sorry about that." Miguel explained, helping the boy out of the wave of playing cards. "Miguel Parks."
"Tobi Karnoc." the boy answered and grabbed hold. "SHSL COD Player."
In the world of Call of Duty, none were more feared than Tobi. While his kill amount of 1000 seemed low, he was known for his ability to just easily beat even the top players. Strangely he's known to be quite an ass to idiots and/or anyone that didn't really care for Call of Duty at all.
"Sounds good, I guess?" Miguel started, only for the sniper rifle to get pointed towards his head.
"It just foam darts, nothing that would really kill you." Tobi taunted, only for Miguel to slam the gun out of his hands. "Hey, that's mine!"
Miguel slammed his foot into the weapon, only for Tobi to knock his fist into him and knocked the writer to the ground. He then walked away, flipping Miguel off in the process.
"Could have gone worse." Miguel thought, only for his leg to get a slight tap. He then spun around, finding a small gray calico cat sitting in front of him. Strangely, said cat was wearing a pair of red glasses over it's eyes. "What do you want?"
"Hi?" the cat answered, being totally nonchalant about all this. "Yes I'm a talking cat and a student of Hope's Peak."
Miguel only froze, possibly wondering how this even made sense at all. While he heard of robots getting accepted, a cat? That seemed weird, even by Hope Peak's standards
"So, what is your name?" the writer finally asked, possibly wondering if he had gone insane.
"Chelsea Dreary, SHSL Psychiatrist." the feline answers, not at all seeing anything strange about this at all.
Not much was known about Chelsea. Other than the obvious stuff mentioned above.
"There you are!"
Miguel and Chelsea turned around, finding a black and white bear in front of them.