DANGANRONPA: New Students of Hope and Camp Trip of Despair
Alright! Hello there! I'm Monodoof, the author of this fic- my first fic, at that! I know you're itching to just skip this and get into the story, but I have some things I want to say beforehand!
First of all, while this is a story that has characters from Brave, Tangled and Frozen, this story will mainly focus on the RotG and HTTYD characters! The only reason I added the other characters was to fill in space because people don't like it when OCs interact with canon characters apparently? whatevs. In any case, what I said still stands; this will focus more on Hiccup and Jack than the other characters! The others will be glorified extras~
Second of all, this fic will inevitably end in Hijack! or Frostcup? but yeah, just a heads up! Not decided on the other ships tho. We'll see what happens.
Third of all, this will be a long fic! And maybe a bit slow? So if you're kinda impatient, I hope you don't mind...
and lastly! (holy hell this is getting long), if you're wondering what the heck a Danganronpa AU is... I suggest you just read on and see for yourself! Much better that way! I will say, however, that its kinda like a Modern AU but with a twist.
This story will be told from Hiccup's point of view mainly, with some switches here and there that will be indicated! Without further ado, let's begin!
Was there even a need for an introduction? I mean, pretty much everyone knew about the enormous, almost bordering on excessive, building that stood proudly in the middle of the city. Built on the highest point of the area, the almost-castle like school stood over the many buildings surrounding it with ease.
Yeah, you heard me well. This place was a school. A high school to be precise and when I say that it was enormous, I wasn't exaggerating. Not only it did it reach up to the sky, it also sprawled over the city for miles. It was its own, veritable, small kingdom.
You can only imagine the kind of kids that attend this high school, right?
And you would be correct on your assumption; Hope's Peak Academy was the very definition of 'we only accept the best of the best here'. Only the most elite could enter... And for a very good reason.
The school's purpose and motto is 'to raise the hope of this nation in order to give birth to a brighter, future'. And they weren't kidding about that. They went so far as to not accept applications. You had to be recruited by them personally. Only the most outstanding and talented students are scouted, and they would receive the best and most rigorous education in order to sharpen their talents.
And when I say 'talents', I mean 'true raw talent' . The people who graduate from this school are the best at their fields. Those who study at Hope's Peak Academy are assigned a title which represents their talents, in addition to to being called 'Ultimates'. Many important people who have graduated from this school are important figures in our world. Because graduating from Hope's Peak is synonymous with a brilliant, easy future.
Basically, attending Hope's Peak Academy was an impressive feat, and a great honor. Practically everyone dreams to attend this prestigious institution at least once in their life.
...Which brings us back to me.
My name is Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III. Yeah, yeah, I can just picture your face right now, laughing at me. I don't mind, really. I'm far too used to it to care.
Anyways, I'm a 15 year old... fishbone of a high school student. Or so I'm told by my peers. B-but I'm not a fishbone! I swear I'm average...! It's just that everyone back at home are distant relatives of The Hulk! I have muscles! Don't let my twig-like arms deceive you! I'm strong! Why the other day I...
...Oh, right. Sorry. That's kind of a sore point for me... Anyways, I'm a high school student, ok? A normal high school kid who lives in the village of Berk. We're kinda in the middle of nowhere, what with us living in an island, but despite our Viking ancestry, we aren't uncivilized or anything. Maybe a bit brutish, sure, but we manage somehow.
I was just minding my business back at home when suddenly, BAM! My father bursts right through the door of my room, a letter in hand and a big grin plastered right on his face... or well, under his thick forest of facial hair. I shot him a wave and a 'Hey dad, what's up?' before he shoves the letter he was holding right on my face, urging me to open it with a not so very subtle tone of excitement coating his gruff, deep voice that I wish I had.
If I hadn't known any better, I could have sworn I had died and gone to Valhalla. As I read who had sent the letter, I also felt excited. Why, you ask? Considering all I've been telling you, the answer should be obvious: I was holding a veritable of invitation for Hope's Peak Academy.
I couldn't believe it- and neither did my father- and he bombarded me with questions and praises; the later being a thing that never occurred... y'know, since I was always occupied being the family disappointment. I mean... when you live in Berk, someone with my... aerodynamic build certainly looks odd in a village full of hulking muscle mountains. I know my Dad (Who is among the biggest ones in the village and the Mayor to boot!) wanted someone big and strong but... what can you do?
But I didn't want to dwell on that negative thinking right now... I was too excited as I scanned the letter, reading the usuals 'We at this prestigious institution!' and the 'We'd be honored to have you!' and as I read thorough the letter I kept wondering why I had been picked by them. What had I done to be noteworthy? I mean... as far as I knew, I haven't done anything interesting except for that automatic feeding station I finished a few weeks ago, but was that noteworthy enough? Did my inventions catch Hope's Peak's attention? If not, what did?
I found the answer to that question on the bottom of the letter.
And let me tell you, the excitement I had felt a few minutes ago was tiny in comparison to the disappointment I felt after reading that line.
'As the winner of our raffle of this year, you, Mr. Haddock, have been selected as the Ultimate Lucky Student!'
I got... into Hope's Peak because of a raffle? Because of dumb luck?
...So, in the end, I was nothing special, huh?
My father noticed my falling mood and asked me what was wrong. I simply gave to him the letter and pointed out the part that had bothered me. Boy, if I was feeling bad now I felt worse at the look my father had on his face. It was clear as day, the disappointment on his face. All the noise and congratulations died down and what was left was an awkward silence that dragged on far too long for my liking. He finally broke the silence, awkwardly shuffling out of my room, excusing himself with a few mumbled 'you should rest' and 'better start packing for the trip'. Even in my disappointment, I couldn't just refuse such an invitation, right?
As I was left alone to pack absentmindedly, my thoughts started to wander.
What kind of talent is 'Luck'? Was I really so... average that my only redeeming quality was my dumb luck? Was I nothing special?
The more I thought about it, however, the more sense it made. It was true; I was nothing special. Not the strongest, not the quickest, nor the smartest and certainly not the most handsome. Sure, I invented stuff from time to time, but 7 out of 10 things I've built end up self destructing. I was just your plain, normal teenager who often blended in the background. These thoughts were my constant companions through all my years, and they even manifested during the long, silent trip towards the Academy. My father didn't even speak a word to me during the trip, but that was normal as well. I didn't even have the energy for small talk either.
After that uncomfortably long drive, I stood in front of Hope's Peak Academy's gates, letter of acceptance in one hand, and my bag full of personal things on the other.
...By Thor... this place is truly enormous.
Even though I had decided back at home that I wasn't going to waste this opportunity to prove myself, I almost decided to turn back to Berk. That thought died when I saw my father wave goodbye at me and wishing me good luck from inside the car. Yeah, really funny Dad. And like that, he left. Not even a glance back. Perhaps he was happy he had gotten rid of the worst Viking to ever live? Probably.
And I was left alone, standing in front of the school gates. It was a terrible feeling but not an unknown one. I was almost always alone, the only company I had enjoyed recently being the one of my best friend.
As I thought of him, I smiled. Sure, he was a little odd, but he was the best friend a boy like me could ever ask for. He and I were inseparable, and I was glad my request of him attending to school with me had been accepted. It would make the school years more bearable and besides, Toothless, my bud, was hopeless without me, I swear!
Yes, that's another name you can laugh at. Did I mention we vikings have a knack for ridiculous names?
Thinking about him gave me courage. Toothless wasn't anywhere nearby, but I no longer felt alone. I wasn't going to be alone! So with that confidence in mind, I decided to look around the campus a bit before he arrived, in order to get a feel around the place.
Grabbing my bag and clutching my letter, I took a step forward into the school, and into a small foyer, my mind buzzing with the prospects of the future: sure, my talent was crummy, but maybe after studying here I would learn about my true talent? Not to mention all the classes I would take, and all the people I would meet! Sure, these were going to be actually talented people, but even though I found the idea of meeting them intimidating, I was also eager to meet the would-be celebrities!
All in all, I was scared, nervous, yet also excited and full of hope, but that was normal for a new student, right?
What was not normal, however, was the way the walls were wobbling. I mean what the heck? Walls and floors and everything shouldn't move like that. What's going on? I don't understand! Why... why am falling to the floor? Why can't I...move? Why is everything goin...g black...? M..my th...oughts... feel hea..v...y
Th...oo...th...less... wh...ere...? J...
Darkness. Even though it was a cliche description, that's what surrounded me. No matter how much I tried, nothing would cooperate. I couldn't move nor wake up, the grip of unconsciousness keeping me in place. I could do nothing but wait, and after coming to that realization, my consciousness drifted away to parts unknown.
PROLOGUE: FIELD TRIP OF DESPAIR - BEGINNING
Alright, the next chapter will be up soon! Please tell me if I'm writing Hiccup right its my first time, haha.
