I do not own Dangan Ronpa in anyway, and most likely never will.
That doesn't stop me from writing this, and I hope nothing will.
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Did I just end both sentences with the same word?
Note: Also, if there is anybody who came to see the trailer, just go click on that tiny little button that says next, and read it for yourself!
A thick fog surrounds the area, a seemingly rotting old building, with no lighting of the slightest to view what may be stuck in there. That is until the sound that made echoes as it touches the ground. Some flickering from the object was soon visible, and its malicious sound with it.
Soon, as if done so comically, the light turned on.
And a peculiar bear fell from God knows where, landing with his stubby legs spread out, sitting on a tall-legged chair.
Near to the bear, was a button that was laying on a table, with cob-webs forming slightly in the sides and corners of the button, as if unused.
With the light clear, the dragging sound early before abruptly stopped, with a loud pang sound. Some small clicks were made after that, as if something was locking in place.
A teen, no younger than 15, was grabbing her neck with both hands, eyes wide and face blue. This is possibly because she had a neck hook being tightly surrounding her connecting piece with her head and body, thus she could be choking easily. The other possibility is the fact that a cannon that was ridiculously huge, surrounded by cardboard cut-outs with girls in high school cheering outfits.
Wherever she was dragged from, was now being closed from rapidly shutting metal doors, with jagged teeth that would have pierced flesh in contact. She couldn't turn her face, but with hre Brown eyes, she tried to look as to what made that sound, until looking back at the cannon, not blinking once while doing so.
"Well, well, well, who do we have here!" A joyful voice, highly pitched brought the attention from the girl, making her look up as best as possible.
"This certainly cannot be! An intruder came here, with the thought of killing my precious students no less!" The bear moved its mouth, even though it had half of his mouth closed with sharp teeth, and the other barely being open. It ls intent were nothing less than righteous, even though it thought it believed it did.
"As the headmaster for 16 new students, I simply can't allow anybody to ruin my curriculum I made just for them. It's unfair, and just plainly rude!"
The girl only shudder, with her hair covering half of her face from doing so.
"Now, though I commend your bravery, you are simply not qualified for this course, since evidently, there is a rumor that a seventeenth student was going to sneak in to my group."
There was silence, and shortly after, laughter.
"Upupupu..."
"Gyahahahaha...!"
"It's not like even if I cared if you were to get in, it's just you're bland as hell! No talent, no hope to crush, no future, or even despair that would hit you like a storm. In other words, a boring ass character for my not boring ass story! However, I may want to help from you!" Maniacal laughter followed once again, but with the bear's right eye glow a deadly red.
"Don't worry though, its not like I came here to just humiliate you. It's just a certain sugar stufatly need to be taken down, and as a bear, it's only natural I get to be top on the food chain. Of course, I can easily take her down, but its not the best idea if I do it when she knows. So instead, I need someone to help me out and deactivate her for a while."
The moment that was said with even more silence.
"Mimey Monday huh? Don't matter though, cause I just had a brilliant idea just now. I swear, maybe you are the cheap ass shrink you're meant to be, you just make everybody solve their won problems, they feel glad that they would pay you for hearing a mouthfull!"
The girl soon started shaking violently, letting her short skirt get tangled on some parts of the machinery for attempting to escape.
"Too late fussy pants, i'm just gonna use a bunch of dead 'ol kids to just overwhelm her processor, that way, I can achieve complete happiness. Lets see, should it be first to last or last to first...?"
After some seconds, he snapped his fingers.
"Blue weeaboo is a good option! She could be easily think everything was a lie, or better yet, a dream she thought of. Upupupupupu...! In the end, she's also the one that is just fun to play with with."
Shaking couldn't describe what she was doing, and for that, only a prey on cage she turned out to be.
"Well, if there are no objections, I don't see why we can't lit the cannon for its purpose. We could have been a good team, but I guess I asked too much for ya. I just hope you're ready to meet your final chapter, cause its execution time baby!"
Normaly, any sentences like that usually made full grown men to off in their pants, or girls would suddenly beg for another chance, even though in real life, they don't exist! However, he got nothing after basically telling her that she be shot from a cannon.
He then noticed that who ever this person was serious as to whoever she worked for, because a blood trail can be seen in the back of the neck. A knife is seen coming into her shoulder, all the way to its neck.
The bear was furious.
"Huh?! The hell man?! I wanted to kill you myself, and all I get is a smartass who does nothing but decides to rush in for the kil! I really am mad, I could kill half the globe, just so that I can at least promise to return back into a civilized and proper bear again!"
Seeing that it was pointless, the bear made the camera stop recording, and wanted to edit this out, so that no one could try to pull of the same thing as that talentless spy girl.
Meanwhile-
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..uh.?
..ugh...
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.h-..
Huh?!
Why am I in a, b-but I was...!
I was dead, i'm sure of it!
I was stabbed by...
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What was his name again?
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This can't be the after life, can it...?
It's too life like.
It feels like...
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What's going on...
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I can't remember anything!
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Was it just a dream?
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Was it just a sick twisted dream...?
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Th-That actually hurt!
...but that means-
"Yep! Now rise and shine since it's a good day to see outside."
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That voice...!
Why does it sound so familiar?
It sounds like something that I know...
"Hey! Are you just gonna lie down in that bed like a lazy dog or what? "
Whoever it was, I should probably go and try to see him.
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...
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Again?
"We're waiting. We can't just let the story go on with just indirective dialogue."
"Huh?"
"Well that's a first. But doesn't do much, now does it?"
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Who was this again?
...and where am I to begin with?
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Well here goes nothing.
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Where's that voice coming from?
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I guess nobody's here...
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...!
Was that someone just now?!
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I better say something! Here goes...
"Hold up a second, just what's going on in here?"
"Oh! You finally decided to get up."
"That doesn't answer my question-"
"Huh, what do you mean by...! Wait, just a second okay!"
"Wh-what..?"
"Just got to press this button, pull the lever, and that should be all..."
"Wait, what are you doing?!"
"Nothing much, I just hope they haven't got too frustrated yet."
"What! What do you mean? Who are you talkin about?!"
"...And there! Presto!"
"Huh! Presto?!"
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"You're not making any sense-"
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Everything still felt unclear to me, as if the world was still spinning since I got up. What's worse, there's a sharp pain that's located in my brain, noticeable, but infrequent, but still worse than a margraine. No matter how much I try to think nothing bad happened, I still feel as if though there was an overall sense of, well, wrongness. The first words I remember today still sound important, but the more I think about it, the lesser it seem to make sense of. At the end, I only thought of it nothing more as a nightmare.
Ah, by the way, my name is Sayaka Maizono. I'm supposed to be attending school, one that is recognized from all the students across Japan, and recently around the world, simply known as Hope's Peak Academy, or otherwise known as Kibougamine Academy if you were to receive an invitation that would address your welcoming. I was going to be subtitled as the Super Duper High School Pop Idol, and even though I was both excited and nervous to go to a place like that, I was later given a note that said that their school was to delay its opening for certain reasons, as to what was unexplained, but I didn't thought twice about it.
Either way, after everything was prepared for the eventual opening, it seemed as if though I was going to at least make the first day. But at the end, nothing seemed to be clear after that, just some random flashes of some people I never met before, all though I never thought they didn't seem familiar like that voice from early on.
Whatever was going on however, just didn't seem to be something that was enjoyable, because after that I find myself terrified, crying, in a bed with a room I didn't recognized.
Whatever this place is, it doesn't seem to be anywhere near home anymore. It's not foreign, but different. In the end, there is just so much important things to figure out, such as how I even got here, whose voice did it belong to, and if i'm the only one...
Well, here's to hoping all these answers will be solved.
The room where I thought would be the voice was void of sound. Truth be told, all the rest of the doors that had the same results made me feel as if though the voice that I heard was nothing more than something from my mind. With all the sudden instances, it would make sense that this would happen. However, this isn't good to begin with.
"Hey... Is somebody still in here?" I asked again, probably for the third time.
It was then that the whole room started to quake.
Hi, Insane here, I mean-
*Hears snorts and chuckles behind the green screen and camera
DANG IT!
(Beep! Beep!)
"Take two, scene one."
(Clap!)
"Hi, i'm Creations, and I'm here to inform you about-"
"It's the other way around."
"But the camera is looking in this way with the cue posters."
"Oh, my bad sir!"
*Groans
(Beep! Beep!)
"Take three from scene one!"
(Clap!)
Hi, i'm Creations, and i'm here to inform you about a project that I was going to undertake from sometime, and even though it left me with some decisions as to which place would be the best to publish this writing selection, I thought it over until the end, and decided that this place seemed looked like a good spot to do so.
As it is right now, i'm purely driven by inspiration by countless fan brothers and sisters as to what I believe is one the more highlighted spectrum of an experience to me when it comes to Dangan Ronpa. Something about the characters, the plot, the lovable mascots, executions, deaths, trials, and free times have somehow leaked into my drain like a gutter, until I just couldn't stop thinking about it, for like a whole month!
Just like everybody else, I too had favorites and whatnot's, and with that, had to deal with the fact that they couldn't overcome the despair that was too difficult for them to confront, especially when all hope seemed to be vanished from the situation.
So here I am, thinking, there has got to be some sort of alternate ending, you know, something more than the 'if' novella from Dangan Ronpa 2, but it lead to nothing.
Not until I read fanfiction for the first time.
What have i've been missing all my life...?
Either way, push came to shove, and all of a sudden, a complete amateur wants to take a turn with the bat, and hope to see at least some potential in me to keep aiming for my goal to be an author.
Of course, you're probably not actually reading this if you're trying to read the actual content in this thing, but don't worry, I won't bat an eye if you did. That without being said, I want everyone to know that I welcome any commentary thrown into me, even if its to write about how bad i'm doing it, or if I'm going off from what's entirely canon, because in the end, I want to improve myself to be better, and that can't happen without some feedback.
This won't be the only 'fic I will try to write about, since there are some other things I would like to try out, but by most, this did is the most focused one i'll try to cover the most. As to how i'll do it, I don't know, but if there would be a way for me to schedule the release of a new chapter, i'd probably come up with a method, though no earlier than by the end of the month.
Now, I may not sound really clear when it comes to giving out an idea.
For those who could understand my trainwreck, this is a syoc! Conveniently, here is the list that is needed to be completed, until 16 people (can have 6 boys and 10 girls, 10 boys and 6 girls, or the normal 8 boys, and 8 girls) have entered, there will be 'trailers', and a 'demo' as to how the fanfiction will be written as through some occasions.
Rules and guidelines are here to remind you how a character should not be written as.
(1)._ No Mary Sues' and Gary Sues', this isn't some fanfic that needs those blemishes. (However, there might be a competition as to who can make the best fake one, for some usage in the future *wink*wink 'SDHSL perfectionist )
(2)._ No Canon talents/relationships with Canon characters. (If you can already guess why, one of those fuckers got here, but that doesn't mean I won't allow it at some point.
(3)._ If you really can't, I won't force it upon you, that's without being said, I would like it if people can give me a bio seperate to the list. (I want to do the best I can to learn all of your characters, and as to how they can be delivered in this Fanfic with your satisfaction.
(4)._ I am sorry to say, but only people who do PM's will be added to the roster. (You reviewers and commenters get your own power however, excluding already registered into the SYOC Accounts.)
(5)._ There is the limit of one person for each PMer. (If there isn't much people who would want to participate however, I could allow a second be made, if the bare minimum to do that rule would be 12)
6._ Expect to receive some PMs after the roster is made. It will be filled with information that will be subtly re-stated later on in the actual fIc itself.
(7)._ Info-Form has to be complete on PM before Bio-Form, both having PM of their own.
(8)._ Talents can only have one word to describe it. For Example, a person who knows a sport (basketball), would be called SDHSL Basketer or whatevs.(There is a reason to it, which will be told later on in the Fic.)
(9) Name in Japanese (Don't worry though, i'll use their real names some time in the future. So basically, a name they can be called as, and a name they are actually called. There can also be nicknames for them if you want to replace the Japanese name itself, but it has to be Japan related or linked, and please, a polite one.) (And here's the sheet!)
Real Name:
Japanese Name and/or nickname: (Unless they really are Japanese (^.^;), which you can just skip.
Full talent name:
Shortened name: Age: (Limited to 14-19)
Apperance:
Height?
Weight?
Clothing: (You can include stuff that they brought with, like personal a backpack or a purse they could carry)
Items : (Can be weapons no longer than a feet, or heavier that 10 pounds. Non-in any way meant to be deadly items are free play, just no electronics, except things that would't run by itself, such as an SD card filled with no relation with escaping, but tons of personal data and programs are inside it.)
Likes:
Dislikes:
Skill: (This is new, but basically it's the reward that you gain when you play the game, after hanging out with you're class mate. Please, make at least 10 alternatives for the required 3 you need, listing 1 as the idea you would like the most, and 10 being the last resort, and if it helps, think game wise as to how the court would seem like. Yes, you can use a skill BASED from the original characters, just not too similar.)
Favorite animal: (Like before think game wise when in the sequel, you get to raise a pet. Not necessarily a domesticated animal, you just need one, but just in case, please order it from 1 being the one you want the most, and 10 being the one you picked as an emergency selection. I can already see the first one in y'alls mind as a heavily well liked animal, also, as a notice, it is a general species, so requesting a dog will mean no one can pick another type of dog)
Sexuality: (Everything goes, and don't worry, if you want to, you can write how well i'm doing when it comes to their taste, being straight, gay, bi, transgender,uninterested, or taken,)
Family: (Old friends included if they were to make such an impact)
Possible motive(s) for murdering (Don't worry, if you don't want to think that your character couldn't do it, its fine, just make sure that when your OC gets accepted, you read closely the instructions that will be listed after receiving the PM after the acceptance PM. To those who want to though, will need to list at least one, but can list to three.)
What would they do in trial? (If the person is innocent, would they want to pin it on the first name that was found as a culprit, would ask for clarity, argue between another persons side, or would give hints throughout the whole ordeal. If murderer, what tactics would they do?)
Speech, intro, and quotes: (The intro and quotes are lines that'll be used from the of when dialogue appears, made by their respective owners. Speech gives generalization as to how the Of would talk. Also, include phrases, such as if they were the protagonist themselves, ex. "No, that's wrong! Allow me to cut though those words! Here! I agree with you!, etc.)
Other: (Positions of the character are needed if they were to look like they came from the game, like a tailor having needles in her mouth, sewing the dress,ect. Also, any questions or concerns can be asked here, as well if you want to even involve your of with methods how they died, get executed, or does when he/she escapes alive.) Remember, a bio is needed, and that will have to be in a SEPERATE PM. Also, feel free to list out the infro, or write it in sentences. \(^.^)/
And that should be the end if the first author's comment. Thanks all of those who took the time to read this to see how excited I am to write this project, and to those who could read the story, without actually reading the author's comment.
Until then, this is Creations, taking a small break.
"Yes! Nailed that!
*pushes camera tripod, making the camera crashing to the floor
"Son of a-!"