Total Drama Danganronpa
I know there are already one or two TD/Danganronpa stories out there, but I wanted to have a shot at it as I love both series'. This story will centre on Trent taking the role of Makoto Naegi from the first game/the anime, and Gwen will play the role of Kyouko Kirigiri (Wooh Gwent!)
To those that haven't played/watched/read, or don't know anything about, Danganronpa, as a warning: there will be character deaths.
Hopefully I can really flesh out all of the different reactions each individual has in the situation. I am aware there is quite a number of people.
In a dark room, with the only light coming from a dull light bulb dangling loosely from the ceiling, Chris McLean, former host of the reality TV series Total Drama, was strapped to a chair; his hands held together behind his back with a rope and a black blindfold covering his eyes.
"Let me go!" Chris exclaimed, trying to wiggle his way free from the ropes that bound him to the cold metal chair. "Chef, if this is another one of your stupid pranks, give it a rest! You've gone too far this time!"
"Chef is the least of your worries now." A voice uttered within the small room.
"If this is an interrogation about the chemical waste I can assure you I had nothing to do with it!" Chris panted, a droplet of sweat running down the side of his face. "Just let me go already!"
"I'm afraid I can't do that..." Was the response of the only other person in the room.
"Why not?" Chris questioned. "Look man, these ropes are starting to chafe, can you at least untie me?"
"Nope." Was the answer Chris received.
"Hold on a second..." Chris uttered, as if he was hit by a sudden realisation. "I know that voice..."
Chris was met with a laugh that rocked him to the core.
"Look, just let me go." Chris pleaded. "I'm sorry for what I did to you on the show, okay? I'll give you a grand?" He tried to barter with his captor. "Just don't do anything you'll regret. Please. I'll do anything. Just let me go."
"It's too late for that, Chris..." The voice snickered, retrieving a box from their pocket that had a large hemispherical red button on top of it. Without a flinch of hesitation, they slammed down on the button which let off an alarming buzzing sound and displayed the word "START!" in block capitals on a screen on one of the sides.
This button prompted a large metallic container to roll into view from behind the TV host.
"What's that?!" Chris panted. "LET ME GO ALREADY!"
The figure simply grinned widely at what was playing out in front of them.
The large metallic object sprung its doors open, and then proceeded to roll forward until it was immediately behind the egotistical TV personality, and with a chuckle, the figure switched off the light and kicked Chris' chair backwards, causing the host to fall back into the metallic object.
"WHAT THE HECK IS THIS?!" Chris exclaimed, furiously wriggling around in the ropes he was tied up with. "I DEMAND YOU LET ME GO RIGHT NOW!" He exclaimed, as the doors slammed shut and a rocket emerged from either side, revealing itself to be some sort of spacecraft.
A Space Journey
On cue, the spacecraft began to lift off of the ground; its pointed nose drilling through the floors and ceilings above until it emerged out of the top of the building.
Shooting up into the sky, the spacecraft did not make it far as the rockets on either side of the craft gave way, resulting in the rocket plummeting back down to the building nose first.
The craft crash landed back in the same room as it was in before and the doors flung pen, revealing Chris' lifeless body.
Chris McLean: Executed.
Trent smiled as he walked up to a tall-standing building, carrying a guitar case under his arm and a large backpack on his back. "Hope's Peak Private Academy." He sighed happily. He had been selected to be one of the select few to have a place in this private school due to being a musical prodigy, as was worded in his invitation letter.
Trent: Super High School Level: The Musician
The school enrolled pupils that excelled in a range of fields. Clearly, Trent's field was music, but the school had also sent out invitations to teenagers that performed above and beyond what they were expected to in aspects such as computer technology, fashion, athletics and many more – that's what it said in the promotional booklet, anyway.
Trent smiled at the thought of what awaited him inside this grandly crafted building: A new life, new friends and hope for the future.
After its fifth season, Total Drama went off the air and Trent knew that he needed to get himself out into the real world. He hadn't kept in contact with any of his former friends and adversaries that he had met on the show due to their geographical differences, thus resulting in the disbandment of the Drama Brothers.
Swallowing any fear or doubt that was circling in his mind, he extended a leg out into the threshold of the school, walking through the towering gates. However, something wasn't quite right. Trent began to feel drowsy. Struggling to keep his eyes open, he dropped his guitar case and fell to his knees.
"W-what's happening?" He muttered, shortly before giving in to the overpowering sensation and passing out.
Feeling groggy, Trent awakened sitting behind what looked to be a classroom desk. As he stretched, he noticed his backpack and guitar leaning against the table next to him. "At least I know I wasn't mugged or anything." He chuckled lightly.
After wakening up a little, he inspected the room he awoke in more thoroughly from where he was sitting. He noticed two things that were odd: instead of windows, there were thick metal shutters, and in the corner of the room, there was a camera. Trent put the latter down to being CCTV Surveillance, but he still thought it to be odd that it would be inside the classroom.
Nevertheless, Trent picked himself up from his seat, tossed his backpack over his shoulder and picked up his guitar. On his way out of the classroom door, he glanced at the metal shutters and narrowed his eyes in confusion, but still kept on going.
He opened the door and was greeted with a long, empty corridor. "Where is everyone?" He asked aloud. "I hope I sleep through the whole day."
Trent walked past almost a dozen doors before he could hear the faint voices of others, prompting him to sigh in relief. "I thought I was in the middle of some cheesy horror film."
Heading in the direction of the voices, Trent was able to hear them more clearly. That was when it struck him. "Wait..." He muttered to himself, mere footsteps from the room the others were currently in. "I recognise those voices."
"Oh my gosh!" Came an oh-so familiar voice behind the musician. "Trent? You're here too?"
Trent turned around and put his best surprised face on. "Owen!" Trent smiled through gritted teeth. "Why er-are you here?"
"Isn't it obvious?" Owen chuckled. "We all got invited because we were on Total Drama! I was surprised like you at first, but now I'm excited!"
Owen: Super High School Level: The Fun-Lover
"So who else is here?" Trent inquired, trying not to sound annoyed.
"Come and see!" Owen beamed, opening the door to the gymnasium to reveal the other former Total Drama contestants that had been rounded up.
"Eek!" Katie squealed. "Look, Sadie! It's Trent!"
Katie: Super High School Level: The BFFFL #1
"Like, oh my gosh!" Sadie squealed, clapping her hands. "This is, like, amazing!"
Sadie: Super High School Level: The BFFFL #2
Trent winced at the duo's ear-piercing squeaks.
"There's also someone I think you like is back!" Owen giggled.
"Oh yeah?" Trent raised a brow. "And who's that?"
"Gwen, of course!" Owen chuckled, patting Trent on the back. "She's right over there!" He said, pointing in Gwen's direction.
"Oh..." Trent uttered. It had been years since he and Gwen had spoken to one another. "Well, she and I finished a long time ago."
"I know that," said Owen. "But now that her and Duncan are done, maybe you two could, y'know, hook up again?"
Trent couldn't help but chuckle. "I don't think that's how it works."
"Hey Oscar!" Lindsay greeted. "Hey Trey! Have either of you seen Tyler? I can't find him." She sighed.
Lindsay: Super High School Level: The Blonde Air-Head
"Lindsay, I'm right here." Tyler rolled his eyes. "We just spoke, like, five seconds ago."
Tyler: Super High School Level: The Hopeless Jock
"Oh, sorry, Ty!" Lindsay giggled.
"It's okay, Linds." Tyler smiled in response, before the pair kissed.
"I think that's my cue to leave..." Trent uttered, slipping away from the trio, but accidentally bumping into someone else. "Oh, sorry, man!"
"Oh, so I'm a man now?" The person chuckled. "Smooth, Trent."
"Oh..." Trent blushed. "I didn't realise it was you. Sorry, Gwen."
"It's not a big deal." Gwen replied, smiling slightly.
Gwen: Super High School Level: The Artistic Loner
"So I take it you woke up in an empty classroom, too?" Gwen asked the musician.
"Yeah." Trent confirmed. "You did as well?"
"Everyone here did." Gwen informed her former flame. "I was one of the first ones in the gym. I've been here for almost half an hour."
"Ooh!" Sierra's eyes widened. "Do I detect a Gwent reunion?"
Sierra: Super High School Level: The Crazy Stalker
Trent blushed, whilst Gwen rolled her eyes. "Oh look," Gwen gasped in a fake-worried voice. "Cody and Heather are making out!"
"CODY?!" Sierra screamed. "NO! HEATHER GET OFF OF HIM, YOU BITCH!"
"What'll happen when she realises you lied to her?" Trent smirked.
"I'll figure it out when it happens." Gwen told Trent rather nonchalantly. "I can handle her."
"Anne Maria, I've told you a million times already, I'm not Vito!" Mike declared, trying to escape the Jersey girl's clutches.
Mike: Super High School Level: The Multiple-Personality-Disorder-Guy
"Don't deny it, baby!" Anne Maria purred. "There ain't any foolin' me!"
Anne Maria: Super High School Level: The Jersey Shore Reject
"Leave me alone!" Mike begged the girl.
"Why would I?" Anne Maria laughed. "You're a free man now, Vito, ever since you ditched Red."
"Mike and Zoey split up?" Trent asked Gwen, overhearing the fiasco. "When was this?"
"After All-Stars." Gwen replied bluntly. "Turns out he didn't get rid of his personalities after all and Zoey couldn't take it."
"Oh..." Trent uttered. "I thought they went well together."
"Everyone did." Gwen added.
"Gwen!" A friendly voice uttered. "It's been so long! How are you?"
"Bridgette!" Gwen smiled, turning to face her friend. "I'm good! Well, as good as I can be given that I'm in the middle of a forceful reunion with the likes of Heather."
"I know what you mean," Bridgette frowned. "Why couldn't Chris just tell us he wanted a reunion instead of making us believe we were all accepted into a private school?"
Bridgette: Super High School Level: The Surfer Chick
"Major downer!" Geoff sighed. "Chris completely duped us!"
Geoff: Super High School Level: The Party Animal
"Oh, get a grip, Beach-Bums." Heather rolled her eyes. "We're here now and nothing's going to change that."
Heather: Super High School Level: The Queen Bee
"Of course you had to be here, too." Gwen sighed. "Just go bitch to someone else."
"I was bitching?" Heather raised her eye brows. "The Californian couple were doing more bitching than I was. I was preventing a gloomy atmosphere."
"Please, Heather." Gwen rolled her eyes. "You were trying to pick an argument and you know it."
"Whatever, Gothy." Heather smirked, before walking away from the group.
"Nice to see Heather hasn't changed then..." Trent chuckled.
"Not a single bit." Bridgette added.
"Of course she hasn't changed." Harold butted into the conversation. "It's in her genetic code."
Harold: Super High School Level: The Nerd
"Anyhow, I just came over to ask if any of you have seen LeShawna yet." Said Harold, looking up to the clock. "The invitation said the assembly would begin at 8am. It's 7:56 and she still hasn't arrived."
"Maybe she didn't get an invite?" Geoff gave the nerd food for thought. "I mean, it doesn't look like Chris rounded up all of us."
"Maybe not." Harold sighed. "But if any of you see her, tell me." He added, before, in the same fashion as Heather, leaving Trent, Gwen, Bridgette and Geoff.
After Harold's exit, an awkward silence reared its head within the foursome, which Trent felt the need to break. "So..." Trent uttered. "... What did it say on your invitation letters?"
"I had 'Professional Surfer' labelled on mine, if that's what you're talking about?" Bridgette informed the musician.
"I got 'Party Animal'." Said Geoff. "Which, looking back on it, isn't really an area of expertise that gets you into a High-end High School..."
Gwen and Bridgette chuckled at Geoff's naivety, before Gwen revealed what was written on her invitation. "I was, and I quote, The Artistic Loner."
"How would they know if you were a loner?" Trent raised a brow, confused.
"That was my Total Drama label, remember?" Gwen smirked. "I take it you got something along the lines of 'Musician'?"
"Yup." Trent smiled. "Typical, I know."
"What's typical is that Chris misled us into coming to this phony high school." Noah deadpanned. "I should have realised that this was him all over."
Noah: Super High School Level: The Bookworm
"Oh, Noah, I do wish you'd stop assuming things before the fact." Dawn shook her head slightly. "This does not read at all as something Chris would do. For instance, he would already be here to taunt us about his trickery."
Dawn: Super High School Level: The Moonchild
"It said on the letter that the Open-day would start at eight." Noah informed the moonchild. "Give him time and you'll see."
"But Noah, I haven't yet detected his presence." Dawn revealed. "If he were here, I'd know. There's usually something... anything... that would alert me to his presence. He is too predictable."
"Sorry, Dawn," Zoey chimed in. "I have to agree with Noah. If Chris didn't construct such a plan, then who did?"
Zoey: Super High School Level: The Indie Chick
"Believe what you may, but I am in no doubt that Chris is not behind this fiasco." Dawn simply responded.
"We'll see." Gwen said, eyeing the clock and noticing that there were only two minutes until eight o'clock.
"You'll see what?" Came a voice from behind the group. "My gorgeous body?"
"Who could that be?" Noah rolled his eyes. "I wonder..."
"Justin!" Trent smiled at his former band member. "Good to see you, man." He added.
"I'd probably say the same if I were in your shoes." Justin chuckled.
Justin: Super High School Level: The Male Model
"Oh, wind your neck in." Scott glared at the male model. "You think you're all that, but you're not."
Scott: Super High School Level: The Dirt-Farmer
"Please," Justin smirked. "You know you'd like a piece of this." He said, gesturing to hi torso. "Too bad you can't have it."
"I'm not convinced about you, but I don't swing that way." Scott told the self-loving teen.
"Neither do I." Justin informed the dirt-farmer. "It wouldn't be fair to limit myself to just one gender, now would it?"
"At least I actually managed to bag a girlfriend on the show." Scott bragged, but was soon broken from his smugness when he was punched in the arm by Courtney.
"I thought I told you not to mention our stupid fling anymore?!" Courtney snapped, as Scott rubbed his arm.
Courtney: Super High School Level: The Feisty A-Type
"Scott and Courtney sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g," Izzy sang to herself.
"SHUT UP!" Courtney exclaimed.
"Ooh, touchy!" Izzy giggled.
Izzy: Super High School Level: The Psycho
"What's got you worked up now, Princess?" Duncan smirked, deliberately trying to irk his former flame.
Duncan: Super High School Level: The Delinquent
"I think it's probably best if we leave these two alone in their domestic." Trent suggested.
"Excuse me for intruding, but why would anyone want to do that?" Alejandro smirked. "The fun is just getting started."
Alejandro: Super High School Level: The Manipulator
Trent rolled his eyes in response, before he, Gwen, Bridgette and Geoff left the others to their own devices.
"What is with some people?" Gwen asked. "I mean, who takes pleasure in watching people argue?"
"Hey, Gwen." Cody frowned, standing in front of the group. "Thanks a lot for stirring things with Sierra. She's convinced I'm in some sort of sordid affair with Heather now."
Cody: Super High School Level: The Computer Geek
"Sorry, Cody, but she was bugging me." Gwen laughed at the geeks expense. "Better you than me."
"Better you than me?" Cody raised a brow. "She already has me under 24-four hour surveillance! She's probably going to bring that in on Saturdays now, too! It was my only free time in the whole week!"
"That's quite pathetic, bro," Geoff couldn't help but snigger a little. "Why don't you just file a restraining order against her?"
"I HAVE!" Cody exclaimed. "THIRTEEN TIMES!"
"Well then you should be used to it by now." Gwen deduced.
"Oh, hah-hah." Cody sarcastically laughed, narrowing his eyes. "You're lucky I used to have a crush on you."
"CODYKINS!" Sierra called out. "OH, CODYKINS!"
"If she asks... you haven't seen me." Cody blanched, eyes darting around the room, before he managed to slip away from sight.
Taking another glance at the clock, Gwen noticed that it was coming up for eight o'clock. "Well, looks like Chris'll be here soon: The not-so-grand opening."
Trent chuckled. "What's to bet he'll have Chef alongside him in a transvestite costume again?" He joked, but the two were soon met with an ear drum-damaging screech blaring from the speakers placed around the gym.
Four words were blasted through the speakers, separated by the sound of tapping on a microphone head. "Mic test... Mic test..."
"Right... I may be wrong..." Owen uttered. "But that does not sound like Chris."
"Welcome, to all of the freshmen." The voice greeted the former Total Drama contestants. "Now, let us begin the opening ceremony."
"You can give it up already, McLean," Duncan groaned. "We know this isn't actually a school."
"Who's McLean?" The voice inquired. "Oh... I get it." It added. "You are mistaken. I am not Chris McLean."
"Dude, we know it's you." Geoff laughed.
"Oh, really?" The voice asked with a hint of smugness. "Well then, let me introduce myself..." It added.
The room went silent, until a drum-roll began to sound out through the speakers, and a small black and white stuffed animal burst up from behind the podium perched on the stage.
"Oh my gosh!" Lindsay squealed. "Chris is giving us cuddly toys!"
"I'm not a toy!" The thing exclaimed, lifting itself up to its feet. It was white on its right side, but was black on the left, split perfectly down the middle; the only things disrupting this being the white oval-shaped stomach and its snout. Its right eye was black, with a normal looking mouth, however, on the left side, instead of an eye, there was a red lightning bolt-like scar shape and a sinister looking grin. "I am Monokuma, the Principal of this school; the principal of you!"
Everyone collectively gasped, whilst some screamed in horror.
"D-did that stuffed animal just... move?" Bridgette trembled, squeezing Geoff's arm.
"I already told you!" Monokuma snapped. "I am Monokuma, your new principal!" He declared self-righteously.
"Principal?" Trent re-iterated, in a state of confusion and disbelief.
"Now!" Monokuma exclaimed, bowing down. "Bow down!"
Sierra attempted to bow before the bear but was prevented in doing so by Heather, who slapped her arm.
"Woops, sorry!" Sierra giggled quietly.
"Oozing intelligence, skill, and hope for the future," Monokuma began. "You twenty four teenagers have been selected to be a pupil here at Hope's Peak Academy, a place where that hope will not be tarnished by the outside world. Your new home will be this school, and now one will be allowed in or out."
"Excuse me?!" Courtney gasped. "I do not concede to being in such a place! I demand to leave right now!"
"Ah-ah-ah!" Monokuma shook his finger. "No one is allowed to leave. There is no time limit on your stay here, so, basically, you will be forced to stay within the confinement of the school was for the rest of your lives!"
"Oh no," Anne Maria shook her head. "I only brought enough hai-yuh spray to last me a month. If I'm gonna be spending the rest of my life here I'm gonna need more than that."
"Really?!" Noah frowned. "A talking toy just told us we'll be spending a lifetime in one building and you're worrying about hairspray?!"
"Wait," Sierra uttered, grinning slightly. "Our whole lives?" Her grin widened as her eyes scanned for Cody in the crowd.
"Yes! Your whole lives!" Monokuma said with joy. "But don't worry, we have an extensive budget that will cater to your every need."
"That's the least of our worries!" Gwen yelled.
"So, the metal blockades covering up the windows are to prevent us from escaping?" Dawn asked in her usually soft voice.
"Precisely!" The monochrome bear confirmed the moonchild's suspicions. "And the best thing about them is that they make the building soundproof! You can't hear the outside world, and they can't hear you..."
"Providing you're not bluffing, why are you doing this?" Trent asked. "I mean, we couldn't possibly live in a school for the rest of our lives!"
"Yeah!" Harold added, as Katie and Sadie held onto each other tightly.
"Well, for those of you that want to leave the Academy..." Monokuma began, only to be interrupted by Heather.
"A.K.A. everybody." Heather frowned, angering Monokuma.
"I repeat!" Monokuma scowled at the Queen Bee. "For those that want to leave the school, I give you one rule."
"Izzy doesn't like rules. No, no, no." Izzy shook her head; her eyes closed.
"I do not care how you carry out the act, but, in order to leave the school, you must murder one of your peers!" He revealed, jumping from the podium on the stage, spinning round many times and landing perfectly amongst the group of teens.
"M-murder?" Zoey muttered, scared.
Cody gulped. "This is a joke... right?" He trembled, fearing the answer.
"Nope." Monokuma answered the gap-toothed tech-geek. "Asphyxiation, incineration, blunt force trauma, sharp force trauma, I couldn't care less. Just do it without anyone figuring out that it was you that did it. Only then will you graduate from Hope's Peak Academy. It's rather simply, really."
"Chris, can you please just stop it already? You're scaring us!" Sadie whimpered, hugging Katie.
"How can I be Chris McLean when I have already disposed of him?" Monokuma asked the chubbier half of the BFFFL duo.
"D-disposed?" Katie trembled. "You... you mean-"
"Taken care of. Executed. Murdered." Monokuma interrupted. "That is what I mean."
"This sick joke is going to far!" Justin exclaimed.
"What joke?" Monokuma paused, turning to face the model. "This is no joke. Exhilarating as it is, it is not a joke."
"You find this exhilarating?!" Alejandro furrowed his brow, disgusted.
"Of course!" Monokuma beamed. "Watching the hope in you all fade away and turn into something much more interesting will be a great sight. A great sight indeed." He laughed. "I want to see you all despair!"
"This is sick!" Trent exclaimed.
"Just cut the crap and let us all go home!" Gwen snapped.
Monokuma grew angry. "Crap?" His red slash for an eye began to flash. "Crap? I can assure you this is not crap! This is your new life! You will eat here, sleep here and live here! As long as it is within school rules, you can do anything you want!"
"Wait..." Mike uttered. "What are the conditions of graduation?"
Monokuma sighed. "I've been over this already, but here goes again. You must kill another student and successfully go undetected by the rest of the group. However, if you fail in your task and are found out, you will be executed. If you succeed, you get to graduate, whilst everyone else is executed!"
Everyone gasped in horror. "This practical joke's gone way too far, McLean!" Scott snapped, stepping out in front of the animatronic bear. "And I don't like being on the receiving end of a joke!" He added, picking up the bear by the collar. "I'll rip you to shreds right here right now!"
"Aah!" The bear screamed. "Aah! Violence against the principal is against school rules!" It added, before its red eye started flashing and making a ticking noise.
"What the heck are you doing?!" Scott grunted, narrowing his eyes. "Stop it."
Gwen's eyes widened as she watched the event. "Something's wrong!" She exclaimed. "Throw him away!"
"What?" Scott furrowed his brow. "Why would I do that?!"
"Just do it!" Gwen ordered the farm-boy, prompting him to toss the bear into the air as the ticking grew faster and faster.
Moments later, the bear blew up, frightening the teenagers.
"What the freaking heck?!" Trent uttered, shocked.
"He... self-destructed..." Scott muttered. "How?"
"Aww!" Lindsay pouted. "Did the teddy bear die?"
"I'M NOT A TEDDY BEAR!" Exclaimed a voice through the speakers. "I am Monokuma!" He declared, bouncing out from the podium much like he did earlier.
Everyone looked at their new principal in utter confusion.
"I will let you off this time." Monokuma told the dirt-farmer. "But anyone caught breaking school rules will be punished!" He informed the students, his normal eye frowning as he extended his claws from his paw. "For now, though," He suddenly changed his tone, as his claws retracted. "Enjoy your new school life and getting to know the building!" He smiled, before disappearing behind the podium.
There was complete silence for a few moments until Tyler spoke up. "So the only way out is to kill someone in this group..."
"But that's just insane!" Bridgette sobbed.
Dawn sighed, holding her hands together. "I believe this would be the moment where a heartless fool would have said something along the lines of 'I told you so'..."
"Please tell me this is just some practical joke." Duncan uttered, a slight hint of worry in his voice.
"I don't think that is currently the problem..." Alejandro looked up from the floor. "The problem right now is whether or not anyone here is taking that bear seriously..."
"That was the moment I realised that this wasn't a school where hope blossomed..." Trent muttered, his eyes looking empty, like someone had taken a needle to his skin and extracted the hope from his very being. "...But a cage consumed by despair like a cancer."
So, I wrote this whilst watching episode one of the anime, and I stopped here because I feel that it really sets the scene. Chapter two will be up soon, as I know this only covers half an episode.
Anyway, please feel free to tell me what you liked/disliked about this epilogue! I have decided on the first murderer and their victim, but one question remains: Should I use the same style murder as in the original or should I manufacture my own?
Undoubtedly, there will be some Gwent in this story (to an extent). One other notable point about the plot that is relevant is the fact that Mike and Zoey split up.
If you liked this, you will also like a fic of the same style, done by Heroi Oscura! Here is the link for anyone that wishes to read it and hasn't already done so: s/10133600/1/Total-Danganronpa
(P.S. Heroi, I hope you don't mind that I ended the first chapter at the same point you did.)
PMs or Reviews are always welcomed, whether they are positive or critical!