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The Mutual Social Skill Game of Friendship

Chapter 1

Welcome to your new home pt 1 (ab)normal Exiled days

You stare down at the piece of paper. Feelings of relief should have come to you because of it. And yet, it doesn't. You have gotten an another demerit, barely managing not to get expelled. You place the paper down on your end able and head to bed.

You have a busy day tomorrow and you probably need the sleep. Your eyes grow heavy as sleep eventually takes hold.

You open your eyes. Instead of the usual four tan walls and floor, you find almost clear glass and aquamarine colored water all around you. While normally, this would worry most average joes, you're use to it. But you're getting ahead of yourself. Your name is Kaze Jukia, Exile Level Writer. Your written works in the adventure genre such as Mystery of the Darkness and Mage Girls have been compared to the works of Toko Fukawa and the fanfiction writer scum known as Miguel Parks. Why people would lodge a fanfic writer with a person like him, was a mystery to you.

According to wikipedia, you died in a car accident while riding your bike on your way home. You laugh every time you think about it. From the black undershirt and grey trenchcoat that still cover you, one wouldn't notice an accident had happened to you. Add in your black boots, jet black hair and red eyes, you wonder how people just accept it at face value instead of digging deeper into the truth. Now here you are, possibly trapped in some underwater base. What wonderful luck you have currently. Something catches your eye. A large metal door stands before you, waiting to be open. You cautiously make your way towards the door, pulling it open. On the other side, another glass hallway awaits you. You step out and take a quick look around. The hallway stretched onto to the left, eventually turning. On the right, it stops a few feet after your room and leads into a glass wall. You head left, cautiously taking each step.

"Hello!" You look all around you, attempting to find the source of the voice. Eventually, you continue on your merry way, ignoring the greeting. Or would have, if a metal cap found on glass beer bottles hadn't slammed into your head.

"Yes?" You shouted and turned around. Standing before you, is some teenage boy your age. He was quite pale, but dressed himself in a blue polo and tan khakis. Short, sandy blonde hair covered his head and two green eyes stare towards you with a blank expression emblazoned on his face.

"Desmond Harmon." The Boy greets and pretends to swing an imaginary ball with an imaginary club. "Exile Level Golfer."

You have heard things about him. As in things, it was mostly rumors and gossip. Claims he once played a game within a tornado. He supposedly did a "jesus shot" on multiple occasions. All you're certain about him is the fact that his skills were greater than that of many top golfers. The two of you shake hands and head off. For some reason, Desmond prefers to walk right next to you, possibly attempting to disrupt your personal space. You stare towards him and slammed a ball-up fist into his stomach. The golfer falled back and landed on the floor. You look down at your hand. You unball your hand and held the opposite one out for your friend to grab on. Desmond grabbed on and you pulled him up. You begin to apologise to him, hoping that would fix your previous infarction. It never does, but you still try it anyway. It's better than just pretending it didn't happen. Oh wait, that is how the two of you sort of got into this situation. Hope Peaks had to keep up their illusion of their "squeaky-clean finishing school", so, you and many others were hidden from the world. Just thinking about it makes the anger inside you boil.

"Then I have a plan for you!" You and crazy golfer turn around. Standing before the two of you, is some pale girl. For some reason, this person had decided upon an exquisite light pink gown that trailed behind her. She was probably wearing a matching set of high heels, judging from the occasional tap against the floor that echoed across the glass. A Thick silver bracelet hung on each of both of her wrists, which had a color changing band going down the middle of the accessories. Her brown hair was cut short, yet looked gelled down. Two cream colored eyes stared at them as a cocky smile formed on the student's face.

"What do you want?" You accuse as the girl laughs.

"Macka Lopov." Macka explained as her cocky smile grew larger. "Exile Level Scammer."

You groan. As a person who gives 110% to their talent to achieve the best they can do, people like Macka Lopov only drive you insane. From what you've heard, she has travelled the world, scamming almost all people of their money and a variety of other stuff. Except for one. Because of that, she has doubled her efforts in order to screw the world over. In other words, she fits under the destination of asshole.

"What do you want?" Desmond accused as Macka laughed. What she found so funny about Desmond's comment didn't matter.

"Nothing, currently!" Macka answered as you watched the two of them. So far, you aren't really surprised by your current classmates. Hope's Peak was filled to the brim with all sorts of crazy people, some of whom were able to hold their craziness in. Others, weren't as lucky as them. Those considered too dangerous, were "exiled" to a separate place. Any record of the student was erased to protect the reputation of the academy, possibly to maintain a squeaky-clean appearance. You take another deep breath and continue your way down the hall. Occasionally, a fish passes by the glass. You make a quick glance at it, freaking the creature out. That response was commonplace for you. Either that or an awkward glance from someone. Personally, you allowed your writing to do all the talking for you. After the success that was Mage Girls, ideas begin to form for a sequel. Maybe, Mage Boys? No, that just sounds weird, even for you. How about, Mage Girls 2? Too bland of a title. While you were deep in thought, you were pushed down onto the glass floor.

"Hey!" You shout and your attacker only laughs.

"Get over it." The attacker announces as you get back up. Its a younger boy. Unlike Desmond, this one was adorned in a green t-shirt and a tan vest. Camo shorts covered his legs and a pair of thin tan sandals."Yule Ahool, Exile Level Cryptozoologist."

As the number one authority on cryptids, Yule isn't that high in demand at all. He mostly spends his time obsessing over his latest "I'll prove them wrong" proof that would stop the articles that slandered his profession. He was also known as a big anti-drug guy, somehow.

"So, why did you push me down?" You accuse as Yule glances at you.

"You were in my way." Yule answered and walks past you. You shake your head and get up. But, as you're about to walk on, you stop. Lying on the floor right in front of you, is a large stuffed black cat. The proportions were off, judging from the small paws but a large body and head. Small triangular ears had sprouted out of its head, with small purple bows attached. A tail stretched out her bottom, with a yellow bell attached with some purple ribbon. Beside the toy, was a small piece of paper. You pick both objects up, more interested in the paper than the plush itself.

Trust them. Only then, can you get back home.

Truly, just your truly great dangan ronpa OC protagonist level of fucking luck.