Danganronpa:International Slaughterfest

By:CleruSonofShintetsu

[Chapter 1:Next Stop, Destiny]

The plane flew across a bright and sunny sky, the summer season had just started and everything seemed just right. On the plane, sat 18 students of various nationalities and origins. Each one of them would represent not just their country, but their continent, and the potential that it held for the future. These young men and women came from all over the world, from the USA to Japan, from Germany to India, and so on. One of these students had a window seat, staring out the window and smiling, thinking to herself about whether or not she was in a deep dream or in reality. This student was named Betha O' Sullivan, the Ultimate Fencer from Ireland, and a young girl of 16 years. She brushed her short, curly black hair, which covered her brown eyes. She had been carrying a green hoodie just in case it got rainy or cold somehow, and had a prosthetic left hand which she constantly moved and fiddled with to get used to it. She opened and closed it as her neighboring passenger tapped her shoulder.

"Hey, you okay?" The young man asked, Betha turning to face her neighbor. She smiled and nodded, "Aye, I am! No need to worry your self, friend." The young man of bronze skin, Arab descent, and of 17 years of age, nodded and smiled back, "Good good. My name is Mohammad Nasir, the Ultimate Chef. I know you MIGHT be aware but..." he began before Betha chuckled in response. "Aye, most Ultimates tend to know their worth of info about other Ultimates I reckon. Your food is probably HEAVENLY! Think you can fix me a meal when we get to Ultimanor?" She asked with stars in her eyes.

"Hahaha! Fine fine, just dont drool over the thought of my infamous Eastern Volcano Pasta." he replied half jokingly. The young man was dressed in a black t shirt and khaki pants with a Muslim cap. Meanwhile, other conversations sprung up throughout the plane as the ride got ever closer to it's destination. A muscular Egyptian girl in a simple white tank top and black shorts with short dread-lock hair was talking to a Frenchman who seemed to be nerding out about airplanes, with the Egyptian looking amused as they spoke with eachother.

Elsewhere on the plane, a Ugandan man was offering his wisdom to an English girl who scoffed at him after talking down to her Danish neighbor. Said Danish neighbor was a young and nervous woman who clutched a wooden doll close to her chest, looking nervous and generally upset by the English girls outburst at her. "This is quite a varied flight...but it makes sense given the program." Nasir noted as he and Betha looked around the plane, trying to get a glimpse of the other passengers. They would see several more people doing their business, relaxing, talking, the standard fare. As they got back into their seats, the flight captain spoke up.

"Attention passengers, this is your captain speaking, cliché as that opener sounds. We are having some turbulence issues, but rest assured our destination is near and this issue should go away shortly. Thank you for being patient and meeting up at the bosses airport in Japan, and boarding our flight. We hope you have had a relaxing flight, and hope you enjoy yourselves at Ultimanor." the Captain concluded with a few kind words being said by the passengers in return. One of them, an American man, spoke up and asked, "Well then, now that we're almost there, what are y'all hoping to accomplish when we get to that manor?"

"Well American," the English girl began with a scoff, "if you must know, my refined self plans to create the ultimate statue of all, the finest representation of England and our proud history, and another statue dedicated to the worlds first generation Ultimates, my heroes." she explained, almost swooning over her supposed dream.

"Well that sounds lovely miss Charlotte!" He said with a smile. "Wait, you know me? I'm surprised you took the time to research some of us, and what a lovely lady you picked to research. Surely you are aware of my first ever building project then?" She asked, interest piqued in the American. "Well, first of all, m' name is Jonathan Cunningham, and second, I remember your attempt to create a museum that...sadly got rejected." He mentioned. "Yes, yes, it was unfortunate that the government wouldn't approve the project, but they didn't have much reason to. Now that I know you have some taste, perhaps I may give you the honor of speaking to me later." She said with pride and snark. Jonathan had a black suit on with a black bowtie, while Charlotte had a red and white frilly top with an equally frilly red skirt, as well as short blonde hair done up nice and proper like a typical fair lady.

A bald Ugandan man in a white kanzu outfit, essentially a thin robe-like outerwear that is partially see-through and loose, spoke up and said, "Well look at that...a bond is already forming. I hope we all bond well with each other, and may we learn just a bit more about ourselves at Ultimanor." Betha smiled and nodded, "Aye, I second that notion!", "Oh get over yourselves you stupid ninnies." a Russian man said shaking his head. "I get that you want to be comrades and whatnot, but stop being such nicey nicey drivel. We're here to grab the torch as the next generation of hope, if we falter because you were all too busy treating this like some luxury vacation, then what does that say for the future? It could still go well enough, but we would be known as those who wasted a good opportunity."

The passengers looked over at the Russian man, perplexed by his response. "I said all that I needed to say to this plane, don't make me say it again, but far harsher." he finished, slumping back down in his seat and tapping his first aid kit. "The Ultimate Doctor...I thought he'd be softer spoken then that." Betha said to Nasir with a shrug. "Well, I guess...we were wrong to assume his personality. I have literally zero words of substance to add to that." Nasir responded. With that said, the rest of the passengers went back to their conversations. The Russian in question had an open doctors coat with a blue suit underneath with a normal black tie.

Eventually, a storm started to pick up outside, thus prompting the captain to speak to the passengers. "Uhh, this is your captain speaking, do not be alarmed by the unexpected thunderstorm, this company has seen worse storms and we have made it through them just fine, just relax." He said, a few of the weaker willed passengers shaking in their seats or whimpering. The braver passengers simply muttered among themselves, when one of them spoke up finally. "Honestly, you shouldn't be so worried, if any of you were paying attention, this is one of the most advanced passenger planes in the entire world." said a young Chinese man with spiky box-top hair and a mustache, wearing a leather jacket and wearing a tank top underneath which says "Lei Xiaolong" and has a yellow Chinese dragon design coiled around the shirt.

"I doubt that a violent storm is going to bring this lightning resistant plane to the ground. And yes, I said lightning resistant." he then finished, raising a finger to emphasize his point. "Yeah, what he said! I believe it!" said a Hawaiian girl in a flowing yellow skirt and midriff exposing top with matching exotic black ink designs based around Hawaiian mythology, and short straight black hair with a flower in it. "See? She understands perfectly. We will be fi-" but as soon as the Chinese man began to speak, a sudden explosion rocked the plane and it started to plummet in a downwards spiral, the sky outside going crimson and flashing in a rapid light show that was only a meager shade brighter, and would send any epileptic into a fit, though fortunately none on the plane had such a condition.

Eventually, the plane would crash, darkness consumed the area and everything was a silent dark void. Only hours later would the group awaken, groaning and rubbing their heads and other various recovering body motions, motions of pure irritation and agony. Betha herself would slowly get to her feet and, upon looking up, saw it, a beautiful manor with an equally lovely front yard...the Ultimanor. They had arrived alright...but what on Earth just happened...?