Wendell Worthington had just finished a meeting with the board of executives, and they were not happy at all. Skyloft had only a week to prepare for the new VIPS, and nothing had been finished. Hope's Peak cleared out the entire hotel just for these sixteen kids, and expected nothing but a royal treatment. It would be ten years since the anniversary of The Hope That Saved the World, and the newest enrollments for the rebuilt Hope's Peak would be the first students the school had had in well over a decade. Despair had almost claimed humanity, and it seemed like its claws would not release their death grip, but Future Foundation finally put a stop to it. Life was much, much better than 10 years ago, and there was a dramatic return to normalcy. But Hope's Peak was concerned with a different matter now, and Wendell Worthington had a lot on his plate.
He made it to the front desk of the empty hotel lobby, about to leave a note for the secretary to finish up his paperwork. Then he noticed that he was missing his lucky fountain pen.
"Great..." he grumbled, patting his pockets, but came up with nothing. "Just great."
He must've left it in the Meeting Room. Now he'd have to go back in there, with all the old men and their judging eyes. They're probably laughing at his stupidity even now.
Gritting his teeth, he took the elevator back to the second floor, where the Conference Room was located. The ride didn't take long, but he tapped his foot impatiently as he thought about what he was going to say to the Board. "Sorry, I forgot my pen," seemed a bit too...dumb. He decided he'd just wing it, maybe not saying anything. When he left the elevator, he noticed it was eerily quiet. The old men must've gone somewhere else. He trekked back to the Meeting Room, opening the door-
-and screaming at the top of his lungs.
All of the Executive Board sat slumped in their chairs, red painting their slit throats. They were still and pale, except for one man, who was not yet dead. He clutched his neck, a river of blood gushing through his fingers. His bulging eyes locked with Wendell's, and he lifted a quivering hand behind the scared young man.
Wendell spun around and met a tranquilizer dart stabbed into his chest. Stumbling, he swung at his attacker, who calmly stepped aside as he fell to the ground.
"Not yet," they said, their voice disguised by a heavy gas mask. "I need you. At least for now."
Wendell passed out, his last image of the assailant's thick boots.
Hello all!
So I've decided to put my old story on the back burner, because I was honestly getting tired of it. I'm not saying it's completely dead, but I wanted a different direction, and the news of the upcoming Danganronpa game has me hyped again! But don't worry, I won't give up on this story, because you guys are going to have a stake in it!
It's a SYOC, and is now closed! Here is our cast:
1. SHSL Psychologist created by Marganite
2. SHSL Knight created by dashunterman
3. SHSL Lolita Model created by fangirlandotaku
4. SHSL Paranormal Investigator created by Naynay101
5. SHSL Street Magician created by 50Zoned
6. SHSL Geomorphologist created by ashDanLand
7. SHSL Janitor created by Jayut
8. SHSL Ringleader created by CupcakeQueenLuv
9. SHSL Butler created by king of the lion
10. SHSL Strategist created by Shun-Higinzu
11. SHSL Fisherman created by Mechblade007
12. SHSL Ballroom Dancer created by Armonizzare
13. SHSL Billiard's Player created by Mike73
14. SHSL Song Writer created by SatoIchinose
15. SHSL Gardener created by Aureate Praetor
16. SHSL Gamer created by DeadKingDread97
I want to thank everyone who submitted, we finally have our full cast! The story can now kick off with the despair, hope you guys are ready!