A/N: A few years ago, I wrote two Big Brother fanfics for the Mario series. I've been wanting to write a third season, but every time I drew up plans for another Mario season, I didn't feel as compelled. Maybe because koopas, bob-ombs and goombas don't make the most alluring batch of houseguests, and maybe because as I get older, my muse in that fandom isn't as grand as it used to be. Regardless, my love for Big Brother and my love for Dangan Ronpa made me think of doing a game with the cast of the Trigger Happy Havoc, and so I bring to you a gameshow fic revolving around the 16 players in Monokuma's High School Life of Mutual Killing…but instead of their freedom, they'll be playing for one million yen.

Get ready to expect the unexpected, viewers, and don't worry, despair will rule this game.

Big Brother: Trigger Happy Havoc

"Upupupupupupu!"

The laugh comes from a large monitor which has turned on in front of a live audience, all of whom are among the elite and wealthy of Japan's upper echelons. They roar with delight as the screen flickers on, revealing to them the sound of such a sinister laugh. Before their greedy eyes, a black and white bear jumps from behind the only thing shown on the screen: an immaculate throne garbed in gold and red. The bear, split down the middle in his monochromatic scheme, plops himself down into the chair and raises a glass of dark red wine…so dark it almost looks like blood.

"Welcome, one and all, to the most despair-inducing gameshow of all time! In mere moments, sixteen teenagers will be subjected to spending an entire season locked inside of the prestigious Hope's Peak Academy with no access to the outside world. They will not be allowed to use cellphones, watch television, or even listen to music. With my legions of microphones and cameras recording their every word and movement, you won't miss a minute of what goes on inside this academy! Upupupu!"

He took a sip of his blood red wine.

"Furthermore, this game will be full of twists and surprises! All they shall have is the company of one another under this great stone roof, until just one of them remains. But how do they become the last idiot standing? Simple! Each week they will execute…ahem, evict, one of their own by voting them out of the academy! There will be competitions for food, safety and most of all…power! But that's not all!"

The crowd was enamored with his black and white beauty.

"We've…well, I've, got lots of interactive twists planned! It wouldn't be fun without outside influences affecting the game! Upupupupu! You, as viewers, will be able to vote for a myriad of maniacal things throughout our little game. Just pay attention to the polls, folks! But I'm still not done, upupupu. See, while fifteen bastards will be duking it out for the one million yen, there's actually sixteen of them! One of the players has an identical twin, and they will be switching out weekly. If they can evade the suspicion of the other players and evade execution…I mean, eviction, for five whole weeks, then they will both enter the game as solo players! How despair-inducing! Upupupu!"

He took another swig of his beverage.

"Well folks, I hate to bore you, but here's how the game works. Each week, the players will compete for a power known as the Head of Halls! Yes, this HOH will be the master of the academy for the week. They will be responsible for nominating two bratty punks for eviction! Then, those two nominees, the HOH and three unlucky bastards chosen by random draw will compete for the Power of Veto! This power will allow the winner to either keep the HOH's nominations the same or nullify one of the nominees. If they choose the latter, the HOH must name a super unlucky replacement bastard! How despairing! Upupupu!"

"Then, once the final nominations are set, the rest of the house – excluding the HOH and the nominees – will vote one by one to eliminate one of their fellow classmates! This will rinse and repeat like a desperate housewife washing her husband's blood off the kitchen tile! And when just one king of fools remains…they will be crowned the winner and secure the one million yen!"

The crowd cheered, though looked slightly uncomfortable by his choice of metaphor.

"Alright, bastards! The rules have been explained, the stage has been set…it's time to meet our players!"

The monitor flickered, sending the image of the bear away and replacing it with a new set of video footage. Before the crowd outside the academy, a beautiful girl in a pink dress was standing in a dress rehearsal room, going through her locker. Her fingers wrapped themselves around a key, and she withdrew and looked at it.

"Oh! This must be a key to that academy! I…I'm so overjoyed! Now I can open more eyes to the wonder of my girl's group!" She was wearing conventional idol makeup and her black hair was flowing down her pale back in a straight river. She clung the key to her chest and gave the camera a big grin coupled with a peace sign.

"I'm Sayaka Maizono," she said. "I'm a world-famous idol who's adored by people all over…but that's not why I sing. I want to bring the world joy…and more importantly, hope, through my music! If people can appreciate me for more than just an idol and as an actual person with feelings, then I'll have completed my job here!"

"How boring," the bear said, rolling his eyes. "I thought she'd be full of vanity and skin-deep materialism. What a bust."

The next footage showed a boy with red hair pelting a fastball right through the legs of a batter. But when he went into the dugout once he swapped out, he found himself a key to Hope's Peak.

"Right on, dude!" he cried, pumping his key into the air. "I'm hella pumped to be getting screentime! I can't wait to pitch a fastball right through the competition and claim this million yen all for me!"

"That's what I'm talking about!" the bear said, flashing his teeth. "Give me avarice! Give me greed!"

The monitor moved on to a show girl with dark braids hunched over a stack of papers. She was meticulously pouring them over, searching for each flaw and mistake. She looked at them once…twice…and then ripped them all to shreds with a pair of scissors.

"Garbage! Trash! Abomination!" she shouted, banging her head against the desk. When she raised her head, she noticed the golden key sitting near her. "Huh? Oh…this must be for that academy. Great, more people…more critics…more failure…but maybe they'll be someone who can appreciate my work."

"For a best-selling authoress, you think she'd be a little more confident. Oh well, perhaps she'll enslave herself and do all the dirty work this season…but one can only be so hopeful," the bear said, swishing the wine in his glass around with a bored look in his eyes.

Moving on, the monitor then showed a fat young man sifting through stacks and stacks of manga art. In between one of the stacks was a golden key, and he flashed it with enthusiasm.

"Aha! I, the great Hifumi Yamada, shall descend upon this game with the fierceness of a gundam sentinel! But first…I have to use the little boy's room."

"What a let-down," the bear said, sighing. "I thought we had a tough guy…but he's all talk it seems."

The screen then changed to show the image of a young man with frazzled hair peering into a crystal ball.

"I see something…yes! There! The image…of me, purchasing a million yen crystal ball!" he cried, rising from his table and hitting his knee on the underside. With a howl of pain, he fell backwards as his crystal ball rolled off the table and shattered on the floor. But beside him, he found solace in a golden key.

"Hey…hey! I got accepted to that show! Now I can with the money and buy myself that million yen ball! Alright baby, Hagakure's fortunes really do shine true!"

"What a klutz…and an idiot…and probably a hopeless bastard," the bear commented.

The next image showed a young woman in gothic Lolita clothing sitting in a darkened room at a round felt table. Across from her was a large and brutish man wearing gold chains and nothing else besides his silk pants. On either side of the table, large stacks of gambling chips crowded them. With a grin, the young woman concealed the cards in her hand and pushed all of her chips forward.

"I'm all in," she remarked.

Smiling, her opponent laid a golden key on the table.

"You better be, Celes-san," he said.

"Hmph. What an interesting development. I surmise this is for that little game I heard of. No matter, I shall win…just like I always do."

"Now this is what I'm talking about!" the bear exclaimed with renewed fire in his eyes. "Just when I was losing hope for this dull cast, we have a real gambler in our midst! Upupupupu!"

The seventh image showed a young woman doing laps in a swimming pool. She reached the other end and lifted her head from the water, coming into contact with a dangling golden key.

"Oh! Yay! I got accepted to that academy game show! I hope they have a pool! And donuts! And nice friends to meet! And comfy sheets!"

"Oh man," the bear said, rolling his eyes. "She's going to grate on my nerves, I can tell."

The eight image broadcasted the image of a young man in a green suit. He had sweeping platinum hair and wore thin glasses on his angular face. Inside of a library, he went to put a book on a shelf, but from where he had taken the book…now rested a key.

"Oy vey…" he said, shaking his head. "I really got accepted, huh? I was just passing the time when I submitted my application for that dumb game…but I guess I have to win it now, don't I?"

"Passive but determined…" the bear said quietly. "Just who is this competitor? Well, that's half the cast! Let's bring them out!"

The monitor flickered to a black screen, and the crowd turned their attention to a line of players making their way onto the stage with nothing but a single piece of black luggage in their hands. There were the four girls and guys from the introductions.

"Maizono, Fukawa, Celes and Asahina," the bear said, introducing the four girls. "Followed by Kuwata, Yamada, Hagakure and Togami. These eight players have been instructed not to speak until they enter the academy. They have never met each other before, and this is their first seeing one another. But before we send them in, let's meet the other seven players!"

With a cheer from the crowd, the monitor flipped back on.

"KYAAAA!" cried an ogre of a woman, flying into a punching bag with a resounding kick. The bag fell from the ceiling, bringing down rubble and drywall. But in the pile, her eyes found a golden key.

"Hmm…entrance to a competition? With discipline and honor…I shall prevail!"

"Wow. Talk about scary. Watch out, guys," the bear said to the eight on stage. They looked visibly nervous at the appearance of the woman….if she could even be called that.

Next up came a savage looking biker putting on a studded leather jacket. But something in the jacket's inside pocket poked his shoulder. Growing irritated, he ripped the jacket off and removed a key from the pocket.

"Huh? Oh…this is that gameshow thing, huh? Time to crush these punks and claim the money for my biker gang! Wahahaha!"

"Yikes! Now we're talking! An ogre and an outlaw! What fun we'll have!" the bear cried in glee. The eight on the stage, however, did not look thrilled.

Things turned down a notch though when the next contestant was introduced. A young female was sitting at a computer screen, delicately weaving her way through lines of code. But then she hit a line which puzzled her.

"Huh?" she asked herself. Looking to her left, she noticed the key.

"Oh…I got accepted, huh? Well…I hope I do well!"

"That's it?" the bear asked himself. "Really? You hope you do well? Sheesh, who casted this dumb game? Oh…I guess I did, upupupu!"

Next up was a primped and preened looking young man in a white school uniform. He was patrolling the halls of a high school meticulously, and when he turned a corner, he noticed a key hanging in the hall from a string. Inspecting it, he cried out: "This key does not have authorized access to be here! I must um…claim it, yes! To be turned into the principals' office, of course!"

"Another goody two-shoes, huh?" the bear asked. "Boooooooring."

Then came a glamorous fashionista laying on her bed pouring through designer magazine. She flipped a page and found a key, wrapping it in her slender powdery fingers.

"Oh, what fun! A competition for money! I can use all that yen to buy some pieces from this fall's designer lines!"

"Yes! Greed! Gluttony! Materialism! All kids should be like this!" the bear roared with delight.

Two to go, and the next student was a slender young woman with light purple hair. She was looking closely at something with a magnifying glass…and that something happened to be a key to the academy.

"Interesting," she said, pocketing the key. And that's…all she said.

"Oh come on!" the bear roared. "Give me something to work with here! Bah, fine…who's the last devilish bastard to join our game?!"

Last up was a young boy who looked…well, compared to all these other characters, he looked pretty normal. He was of medium build with brown hair and an overall average looking face.

"Oh great…it's our random draw competitor," the bear whined. "Talk about saving the worst for last."

"Well," the boy said on the monitor, holding his key. "I'm Makoto Naegi…and I hope I do well!"

"VOMIT! PUKE! I'M SO FULL OF DESPAIR AT HOW BAD THIS CAST SUCKS!" the bear cried, weeping into his wine glass. "But oh well…this is what I have to work with, so when life gives you liver…chop it into a million pieces, huh? Let's bring out the other seven!"

"Meet Oogami, Oowada, Fujisaki, Ishimaru, Enoshima, Kirigiri and Naegi!" the bear cried, introducing the next seven in the order the screen showed them. The crowd whistled as they joined the other eight. "The fifteen of you are about to embark on one sucky three-months trapped inside my barren academy! Hope you have fun…NOT! But don't worry, because all of you will walk away penniless after having wasted three months of your life you'll never get back…except for one! Yes, that one will not exe…er, eliminated, and instead will win ONE MILLION YEN!"

The fifteen competitors all eyed one another with varying degrees of suspicion. Each of them wished to win it all…but only one would.

"You may all now enter the door behind you…and step into the luxuriously drab hallways of my academy! Good luck, bastards!" With that, Oogami heaved open the door and allowed everyone to go inside, once the other fourteen filtered in, she followed. Then, the heavy steel door shut with a mechanical bang, and an evil grin spread across the bear's face.

"Upupupupu! Well, the rules have been introduced, the game has been set, and these are it's players! Let's get this show on the road, folks! I'm your dashing and despairing host, Monokuma, and welcome to Big Brother!"

Big Brother: Trigger Happy Havoc

As soon as the group of fifteen entered the academy, they congregated in the large room they had stepped into. It was just beyond the door, and was quite spacious in size. There was a large monitor on the wall, presumably for Monokuma to use so he could appear and make announcements from time to time. Furthermore, the room contained two long couches separated by a table and two chairs in between them. The couches were both velvet white with black pillows, while the two chairs had more intricate designs. They were designed to look like…Monokuma. How fitting. Even the floor was checkered black and white tile in this room, and the monitor was fringed with cutesy bear paws. Everything in this opening room screamed MONOKUMA, except for the bucket of ice and sodas on the table.

"Shall we have a drink?" Celes asked everyone. "I think we could all introduce ourselves."

Celes: The first thing I must do is collect information on every participant. The game is already afoot, and to beat your opponents, you must know them.

"I agree," said Oogami, the ogre. "I would like to get to know everyone."

"We'll be living here together for some time," Asahina remarked, plopping down on the couch and pouring herself some ice water. "It'd be good to get familiar."

"Hmph," Togami snorted. "Suit yourselves. I'd rather explore the place first. I'd like to know where we are before we waste our time talking."

A few of the players, such as Naegi, Asahina and Hagakure, looked a little taken aback. Others such as Celes and Oowada giggled or smiled at his remark. Overall, it made most of the players uncomfortable to see someone acting so brash mere moments into the game.

Asahina: I don't see why he has to be so rude all of a sudden. We haven't even gotten to know one another yet and he's already looking like a complete jerkwad!

"I too would like to explore," Kirigiri said. "I'd like to know where we'll be sleeping and showering."

"I'd like to know where we'll be eating!" Yamada cried, punching a fist into the air.

Asahina and Oogami shared a mixed look. While they, along with Celes and Naegi, had wanted to introduce themselves before spreading out…everyone else seemed to be branching off already.

"Well, majority rules," Celes said, giggling. "I simply must adapt to the circumstance. I'm going to go see where the bedrooms are." With that, she followed Kirigiri out of the room and into the halls.

"Hey! No one goes into the halls without me checking them first!" Ishimaru hollered, running off after Celes and Kirigiri.

"Man, these guys sure are enthusiastic," Hagakure said. "I guess we've got no choice, huh?" he asked Naegi.

"Seems like exploring is what everyone wants to do," Naegi replied.

"I'm Hagakure by the way," the fortune teller said, introducing himself. "Your name?"

"Naegi," the young boy said.

"Nice to meet ya, Naegi," Hagakure said, shaking his hand. "Say…why don't we look around together?"

Naegi: I thought I was going to have trouble making any friends in this place, but right off the bat Hagakure was very welcoming towards me.

As everyone petered out, only Asahina and Oogami were left in the opening room. The two folded their arms over their chests and sighed.

"Why don't we look around as well?" the beefed up woman asked Asahina. With a nod and a smile, Asahina followed her towards the cafeteria.

After some thirty-odd minutes of exploring, the group of fifteen had determined they only had access to the first floor at present. They had found a staircase, but a steel grate blocked off any access to it. The rooms they had found included a cafeteria fully stocked with food, a supply closet, a washroom with washers and dryers, an odd room with a vending machine that only took something called Monokuma Coins, and a classroom. They had also found two long hallways, each lined with individual rooms for every player that included beds and private bathrooms. Once they found everything, the fifteen players reconvened in the opening room and shared their findings.

"A vending machine, huh? And what the hell are Monokuma coins…" Oowada murmured aloud.

"Ooh! Maybe we have to hunt for them or something?" Enoshima offered, a look of excitement flaring in her eyes.

"We don't for certain right now," Ishimaru told her. "There's no point in thinking up a million theories when all of them are probably wrong."

"Well, now that we've had time to properly explore the place and put our bags away, why don't we sit down and enjoy the liquid sugar Monokuma has prepared for us?" Celes offered, forming a steeple out of her fingertips.

Everyone complied this time, sitting down in opposite couches. Togami and Kirigiri sat in the two chairs. Everyone poured themselves a drink and turned towards Celes, since she had been the one to gather them all.

"I'll introduce myself first, then," she said. "My name is Celestia Ludenburg, though you may call me Celes. I am a Lolita fashion expert, and I do modeling as well."

Celes: Better to have them think I'm an airy fashion diva than an expert gambler. I am the Queen of Liars after all. Furthermore…I won't even give them my real name…

She then turned the floor over to Maizono, who was sitting next to her.

"Well hey everybody!" Maizono said with a bright smile. "My name is Sayaka Maizono, and I'm the lead singer of a girl's idol group!"

"Wooow!" Hagakure gushed. "THE Sayaka Maizono!? My fortunes didn't say anything about meeting an angel today!"

Maizono blushed, obviously flattered by his compliment. "Are you a fortune teller?" she asked, diverting the topic.

"Why yes," he said, crossing his arms and smiling. "The name's Yasuhiro Hagakure, expert fortune teller! I'm always right, because my fortunes have a 30% accuracy rate!"

"Somehow…" Togami remarked idly, "that statement didn't add up."

Togami: Feh…what a feckless specimen. I can't believe they offered up a talentless mountebank like him as a member of the competition. Securing this yen for the Togami Group will be easier than expected.

Fujisaki went next, being seated near Hagakure.

"U-uhm…well, m-my name is Chihiro Fujisaki…and I'm a programmer. T-that's all to really know about me…"

Oowada: Talk about shy! That Fujisaki chick seems scared of her own shadow!

Fujisaki: I…I shouldn't have come here…but I really need the money to further my programming skills…I…I'm sorry…

Up fifth was Enoshima, who was busy skimming through a fashion magazine and filing her nails.

"O-oh, is it my turn?" she asked. "Well, I'm Junko Enoshima, fashion diva and style expert. If you need me to pick out your wardrobe, just knock on my door! Second one on the left!"

Enoshima: I may be into fashion…but I'm no ditz. And it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that the probability of there being TWO fashion divas on this show is fairly low…so it looks like Celes should have picked a different lie.

"Mondo Oowada," the tall and brutish gangster said, introducing himself. "I'm the leader of an outlaw biker gang, so don't cross me!"

Kirigiri: What a great way to make friends. Threaten everyone.

"You can call me Hina!" Asahina said, introducing herself with a wide smile. "I'm a professional swimmer, so I really hope we find a pool here somewhere! I also like doughnuts!"

Oogami: I would like to befriend Miss Asahina. She and I have a mutual fondness for physical fitness…and I too enjoy a good jelly doughnut from time to time.

"Sakura Oogami," the mixed martial artist said with a bow. "Despite my bulky physique, I am indeed a woman. Otherwise I would not be wearing this skirt. I currently possess a 400-win streak in the martial arts arena."

Naegi: That Oogami is seriously threatening. I don't see how she can be beat!

"Hifumi Yamada!" the pudgy man said, introducing himself. "I write doujin art for a living!"

He received blank stares.

Yamada: I'm going to grab these fools by their necks and make them appreciate my art! I'll prove to the world doujin is a respectable field!

"Leon Kuwata," the orange-haired boy said. "I play a lot of baseball. I'm pretty easygoing, so let's not start any unneeded drama."

Maizono: I think Kuwata is absolutely handsome. I wouldn't mind seeing what his room looks like!

"The name is Kiyotaka Ishimaru," the black-haired young man said as Kuwata finished introducing himself. "I'm a professional hall monitor!"

His grand introduction fell flat.

Kirigiri: You're kidding.

Ishimaru: Cleanliness and order is very important! Without someone to keep the status quo in check, everything would fall apart! That's what I'm here for!

"My name is Byakuya Togami. Do not forget it. That's all you need to know about me," the heir apparent said, pushing up his glasses. He indicated for Kirigiri to go next.

"Kyoko Kirigiri," was all she said.

Celes: I find it rather odd that Togami and Kirigiri neglected to mention what they do. I at least came up with a lie…but they didn't say anything at all.

"Makoto Naegi," Naegi said, introducing himself. "I don't really do anything for living, I just go to school."

"Respectable enough," Togami uttered.

From across the room, Maizono caught Naegi's eye. She smiled lightly, but quickly diverted her gaze.

Maizono: Naegi and I were totally classmates when we were younger! We don't know each other very well, but having someone here that I can immediately trust lifts my spirits sky high! I could sing I'm so happy!

And that left Toko Fukawa, who wasn't saying or doing much of anything but staring at the floor and pressing her fingertips together.

"And your name?" Naegi asked her.

"Uwaaa!" she cried, almost falling off the couch. "Ehehehe…ehehe…I'm Fukawa…I write a lot of romance novels."

"You mean that steamy erotica stuff?" Hina asked.

"So like…porn?" Yamada prodded.

"EEEYYAAAH!" Fukawa screamed, scuttling back onto the couch. "N-no! How dare you mock my artwork as such base garbage! I write literary masterpieces…n-not…not porn! You pervert!"

Fukawa: Damn straight it's porn! Kyahaha! I'll win this competition for sure since I've got my Genoscissors with me! I can just cut up the entire competition! Kyssssssss!

Well after everyone was introduced, they clinked their glasses together and toasted one another to a season full of excitement and friendship. But for many of them, the game was now afoot, and they were thinking less about making friends and more about nabbing that one million yen that awaited them at the end of the road. But one thing was for certain. Despite their various strategies and approaches, when all was said and done…only one would remain, and the million yen would belong to them.

Big Brother: Trigger Happy Havoc

Name: Toko

Surname: Fukawa

Age: 16

Occupation: Romance Novelist

Name: Byakuya

Surname: Togami

Age: 17

Occupation: Conglomerate Heir

Name: Makoto

Surname: Naegi

Age: 15

Occupation: Student

Name: Sakura

Surname: Oogami

Age: 17

Occupation: Martial Artist

Name: Yasuhiro

Surname: Hagakure

Age: 18

Occupation: Fortune Teller

Name: Junko

Surname: Enoshima

Age: 17

Occupation: Fashion Expert

Name: Mondo

Surname: Oowada

Age: 18

Occupation: Outlaw Biker

Name: Sayaka

Surname: Maizono

Age: 16

Occupation: Idol Singer

Name: Chihiro

Surname: Fujisaki

Age: 16

Occupation: Programmer

Name: Celestia

Surname: Ludenburg

Age: 16

Occupation: Professional Gambler

Name: Kiyotaka

Surname: Ishimaru

Age: 17

Occupation: School Monitor

Name: Aoi

Surname: Asahina

Age: 16

Occupation: Pro Swimmer

Name: Hifumi

Surname: Yamada

Age: 16

Occupation: Doujin Artist

Name: Kyoko

Surname: Kirigiri

Age: 17

Occupation: Detective

Name: Leon

Surname: Kuwata

Age: 17

Occupation: Baseball Player

Chapter One: Hello, Hope's Peak Academy

"Hope's Peak, huh?" Naegi said, looking at the imprint of the academy's name on the table they all currently surrounded. "A school…run by a bear."

"Upupupupu!" laughed Monokuma in his sordid mechanical voice, as if on command. "That's right!"

He appeared on the monitor, glass of wine still in hand and plush rump still parked in his velvet throne. "I'm so glad you've all gotten the chance to introduce yourselves so now the backstabbing can commence!"

A nervous air settled over the atmosphere of the room.

"But before we get to the bloodbath, we have to dole out some power, don't we? Well, before I explain some of this show's marvelously diabolical twists, we need to crown this week's Head of Halls!"

Ishimaru: I am the only one here DESTINED to become Head of Halls! The power must be mine!

"As previously explained, the Head of Halls will have the power to nominate two of you lousy suckers for eviction. That's a spot you don't want to be in, upupupupu! For now, why don't you all head to the gymnasium at the end of the east hallway and I'll explain more once you're there."

With that, the monitor switched off and the image of Monokuma disappeared.

"Well, I suppose we better go," Celes said, dusting herself off. She glided out of the room and towards the gym.

"She kinda gives me the creeps," Hina commented, leaving with Oogami by her side. While everyone filtered out, Naegi lingered for Hagakure and Maizono. The idol gave him a small smile, something which the fortune teller happened to notice.

"Hey Naegs…" he said, but his attention was diverted by Maizono quickly turning away.

Naegi: I know it's really early, but I think I can trust Hagakure. He seems very genuine. So, I think I need to clue him in on my past relationship with Maizono. Not yet…but soon.

One by one, everyone made their way to the gymnasium. Once there, they noticed fifteen ropes hanging from the ceiling with just one small knot at the bottom of them. A monitor on wheels was on top of the stage.

"Upupu!" cried Monokuma, appearing on the monitor. "So glad you all could join me. Well, our first game is quite simple. It's called "Ropes of Despair" and here's how it works. When I say GO, each of you will climb your rope. You must have both feet off the ground at all times. If at any point, just one of your feet touches the ground, you're out! The last person hanging onto their rope with both of their feet in the air will be crowned as our first Head of Halls!"

Oowada: A fairly straightforward competition. All you had to do was stay on your rope. But that's easier said than done. Looks like this'll take some upper body strength. Poor Fujisaki…

"Everyone got it? Good. Now get up and GO!" Monokuma roared. Everyone lunged for a rope, scaling it rather quickly. Some chose to go a bit higher while others tried to stand on their knot. That proved to be a poor idea, as Kuwata had fairly large feet and immediately slipped on his knot, falling off and hitting the floor.

"WHAT A LOSER!" Monokuma roared. "Poor little Kuwata can't even hang on for a second! Too bad, sucker, you're out!"

Kuwata: My feet were too big to hang on to the knot…but oh well, you know what they say about big feet.

Fourteen remained, and signs of stress were showing just minutes in for some of the players. Oowada's prediction had been right, and just three minutes it, Fujisaki dropped.

"What a weakling!" Monokuma jeered. "Fujisaki's out!"

Fujisaki: I could have held on for longer…but if I want this money, I think my best strategy is to play up the weak little girl card.

Oogami: As a fellow woman, I almost feel bad for Fujisaki…but she could work out if she so chose.

"Eh…my arms are tired!" Enoshima declared. "This is boring. I'm out! YOLO SUCKERS!"

With that, Enoshima fell from her rope.

"Enoshima checks out in style! But she's still a loser!" Monokuma commented with a toothy grin.

Enoshima: My arms were tired…and if I can't feel my arms later, how am I supposed to apply my lipstick?

"Ehh…Yamada is hungry…and weak…and tired…it's been so long," the artist complained.

"It's been seven minutes," Togami remarked.

"Whatever, I'm out," Yamada said, dropping down.

"WOW! WHAT A LOSER!" Monokuma shouted. "Yamada gives up after just seven minutes!"

The competition then began to pick up steam. The eleven remaining players held on for dear life, and minute by minute began to pass. Soon, twenty minutes had gone by and no one else had dropped. Then another twenty. Soon, they were approaching the hour.

"I've almost fallen asleep this is so boring," Monokuma said. "Man, someone drop already."

No one stirred.

"You know what," the bear said. "Let me let you all in on a little secret. Each week, four of you stupid bastards will be have-nots, meaning you can only eat Monokuma Grade Slop and some other paltry ass foods. You'll also have to take cold showers and sleep on cots. So, if you don't want to be a have-not this first week, I'll excuse the next three people who jump."

Oogami: I desired the power, but I simply could not allow such a diet.

Hina: No doughnuts? No way!

Togami: Winning the first weak would show too much aggression too early, and besides, the heir to the Byakuya Conglomerate does not sleep on a cot.

In successive order, Oogami, Hina and Togami all dropped from their ropes.

"Wow, what greedy little fuckers! Oogami, Hina and Togami have given up their shot at power! Oh well, a deal's a deal. You three won't be have-nots this week for sure!" Monokuma cried.

With eight left, the game continued on. At the one hour and twenty-five-minute mark, Celes dropped.

Celes: I would have liked to win, but I don't want these people to know my physical capabilities this early. Playing my cards so soon would be a bad bet on my end.

"And Celes drops like the sorry loser she is!" Monokuma announced. "Seven are left! Which unlucky moron will drop out next?"

An hour and a half had gone by, and several players were feeling the burn. Grunting, Fukawa dropped. Shortly thereafter, she was followed by Maizono.

"Fukawa and Maizono kiss their chance at power goodbye! To the sidelines with you, ladies!" Monokuma yelled.

Ishimaru: And so it was down to Oowada, Naegi, Hagakure and Kirigiri.

Maizono: Kirigiri was definitely impressive. As the last female standing, I was definitely pulling for her.

Suddenly, Naegi dropped, letting out a huff of exhaustion.

"Maaaaan, my arms are super sore," Hagakure complained. "Besides, I didn't predict my victory anyway." He inched down the rope, grimacing in pain.

"Two hours in and Naegi and Hagakure are done for! It's down to Oowada, Ishimaru and Kirigiri!"

Naegi: Out of the three left, I wasn't sure who I wanted to win. Oowada was kind of scary, Ishimaru a bit eager, and Kirigiri rather mysterious.

"Well, I've held on for as long as I can," Kirigiri said. "Good luck you two."

Kirigiri: I didn't want the power, I just wanted to prove I could do it. There's no point in pushing my body further for an end I don't desire.

"Well then," Ishimaru said, fire in his eyes. "It's down to you and me, Oowada!"

"I can hang on all night!" the biker said with a tough grin.

"As can I," Ishimaru vowed, "so what say you to a deal? We could save time and paint that way."

"A deal?" Oowada asked. "What kind of a deal?"

"I don't put you up for eviction this week, granted you do the same for me in the event you ever win Head of Halls. Sound good?"

"So, you're offering me safety in exchange for potential safety, huh? What if I don't win Head of Halls?"

"No matter," Ishimaru said. "Think of it as an investment."

"Fine with me!" Oowada cried. "But if you go back on your word, you're a dead man."

"Wouldn't dream of it," Ishimaru told him. "You have my word."

Oowada: Seemed like a pretty good deal, since he was giving me safety for the week without me giving him anything.

Oowada stepped down, handing the win to Ishimaru.

"Well, congratulations I guess," Monokuma said. "Deals are boring. I wanted a bloody endurance battle until one of you passed out from dehydration. Oh well, beggars can't be murders. Or choosers. Whatever the saying is. Anyway, you'll find a deluxe bedroom unlocked for you in the hall, Ishimaru. Nominate your chumps by tomorrow evening. Ta-ta for now, fuckers."

And with that, the monitor switched off and Ishimaru had been crowned as the first Head of Halls.

Ishimaru (Head of Halls): Wooho! I told you I was destined for this! I truly am the world's greatest hall monitor!

Everyone left the gymnasium and returned to the opening room, many of them congratulating Ishimaru. The only ones who didn't were Togami and Kirigiri.

Togami: I see no need to congratulate a plebe for such a backhanded win. I'm certain Oowada would have beaten him in a true test of endurance. Furthermore, that outlaw is an oaf for making such a deal.

As they regrouped in the opening room, they noticed a third chair had been added while they were gone. And presently, Monokuma was sitting on his throne on the large monitor in this room.

"Upupupupu! Surprised to see me again so soon, kiddos? Well take a seat or three, because I've got a doozy of a twist for you! Instead of the two nominees we had talked about, there'll be three!"

"W-wait, I have to nominate three people for eviction!?" Ishimaru asked.

"Of fucking course not!" Monokuma bellowed. "That would be the stupidest thing ever, you goody two shoes! No, instead, the world will be voting each week to crown one of you as the MPP. That's right, Monokuma's Personal Player! That player will be notified they won in secret, and can anonymously nominate a third person for eviction. So even if the Head of Halls nominates two people, the third nominee could still go home! Upupupup! DESPAIR FUCKERS! DESPPPAAAAAAAAIR!"

With that, the monitor clicked off.

"What a sordid little bear," Celes remarked. "Well, no time to dawdle on such trivial things. Why don't we check out your deluxe bedroom, Ishimaru?"

"Oh yeah, I almost forgot about that! Come on, everyone!" Ishimaru cried, pumping a fist into the air.

"Eh, I'll pass," Togami said. "I'm going to go see if there's anything to read in the classroom."

"Reading material?" Fukawa asked. "I-I'll come with you!"

"I'd rather you not, but whatever," the heir said, giving her a look of disgust.

Asahina: I thought it was kind of social suicide for Togami and Fukawa to ignore Ishimaru's victory like that. But hey, that doesn't hurt my game! And besides, they don't look like the kind of people to play nice anyway.

Shaking off Togami's bluntness, the thirteen others found the deluxe bedroom in the middle of the halls. With his Head of Halls key, Ishimaru opened the door and stepped inside.

"I should not have let you had that win," Oowada said with a grunt, eyeing the room. Everything was gold. The walls, the floor, the bedsheets, even the grout between the tiles. There was an add-on bathroom with a huge garden tub and shower. There was even a golden silk robe for the HoH to wear. A gift basket sat on the table full of delicious sweets and drinks and snacks and comfort items. Grinning from ear to ear, Ishimaru was wholly excited to have won.

"So, are you going to hide in here all week?" Maizono asked with a giggle. "I know I sure would."

"Of course not!" Ishimaru proclaimed. "I take my hall monitor duties very seriously. Each day, as Head of Halls, I will make sure each and every one of you is having a good time and isn't homesick or anything. And if there's any suspicious activity, report it to me immediately!"

Enoshima: Ishimaru certainly is a character. He takes this "Head of Halls" stuff super seriously. I guess it was a good thing he won.

After surveying the room and holding idle chatter for a bit, most everyone trickled out to unpack and set up their own rooms. But Ishimaru only had less than 24 hours to cast his initial nominations, and with the MPP looming overhead, he needed to start thinking. So Oowada stayed behind, feeling a bit of trust with Ishimaru because of the deal they had made.

"Where's your head at, man?" Oowada asked, plopping down on a golden threaded couch opposite Ishimaru's king-sized bed. "I feel like I can trust you, y'know, since we both did pretty well in that competition."

"I do admire your strength," Ishimaru consented, "I'd like to challenge you again some time. But until then, I think we can agree working together would benefit us both."

Ishimaru: I'd definitely like to work with Oowada. I seem to be more level-headed and tactical whereas he comes off as the brawn in our operation. Working with him could really help my game.

"I was thinking about talking to Fujisaki some time," Oowada said. "She's pretty delicate, but she mentioned she's a programmer. You've got to be pretty smart to do that, so having her with us would be a good idea."

Ishimaru nodded. "I like that. Plus, I don't think anyone would expect it. So you talk to Fujisaki later about that, and maybe the three of us can grab dinner in the cafeteria later or something."

Oowada liked the sound of that. "So in terms of nominations, who are you thinking?"

"Well, Togami and Fukawa spat on me by not coming to see my deluxe bedroom after the competition, and I think everyone else feels pretty shunned by them too. They'd be pretty easy nominees."

"You think?" Oowada asked. "Both of them did pretty well in the competition, but you're right, they don't seem too social. Definitely not Fukawa. She almost had a heart attack when Naegi talked to her earlier."

"But I don't really want to target either of them," Ishimaru explained. "Besides, we also have the MPP to worry about. If I target Togami and he wins MPP, he could nominate you or Fujisaki per say."

"Man, I didn't think of that," Oowada whistled. "So who do you really want to go after?"

"I was thinking Oogami."

One of Monokuma's cameras cut to an image of Oogami folding a cloth kimono on her bed.

"Really? This early?"

"She's a brute, and if we don't strike now, she'll be tough to get rid of later on."

Oowada: I definitely like how aggressively Ishimaru is playing right at the start. By not nominating Oogami up front and potentially waiting until after the Power of Veto, she's denied the chance to compete. It's kind of evil, but hey, I'm an outlaw for a reason.

Later that night, Oowada had convinced Fujisaki to meet up with him and Ishimaru in the cafeteria.

"W-what's this all about?" Fujisaki asked, sitting down with them and a plate of takoyaki.

"Well, us big brutish boys want to protect a delicate little lady like you," Oowada said. "It's a guy code thing. Plus, you're a programmer right? That means you're pretty smart."

"I-I…I guess…" she said, blushing.

"Then that settles it. You'll work with us, right? We'll keep winning the competitions like we did today to protect you, and in turn, you can use that big brain of yours to keep the others off our tails."

Fujisaki: I can't believe I've been approached with an alliance this early. I didn't think someone like me would seem…approachable. B-but…their reasoning…it's…

As Ishimaru and Oowada explained their plans to Fujisaki, Celes watched them from across the cafeteria. She was eating quietly with Yamada and Kirigiri.

"What do you make of that?" she asked her dinner partners.

"Looks like they're just having some dinner," Yamada surmised.

"Looks like an alliance," Kirigiri detected.

"Precisely," Celes said, taking a small bite of her salad. "But let's not ruffle any feathers for now. I'm sure they have no intentions of targeting any of us, so let's keep our hypothesis under wraps."

Yamada: I don't see how Celes-san and Kirigiri-san think those three are in an alliance. All they were doing is talking and eating! These girls are so paranoid!

Soon, the cafeteria filled up with others, and the first night of their mutual lives together was coming to a close. Tomorrow, Ishimaru would make his nominations, the MPP would be chosen, and players would be picked for the Power of Veto competition. But before the night ended, Enoshima headed to the washroom.

Once inside, she went to right wall and banged on it softly three times. An impression opened, and the wall slid back to reveal a secret room. She stepped inside and closed the wall behind her, sealing the impression. Walking a few paces, she came to a small room where a young woman with plain grey clothing and black hair awaited her.

"Junko!" the girl cried, embracing the fashion diva.

"Ew, sis, you smell," Enoshima remarked. "And look at that outfit. So tacky. Ugh, anyway, let's change clothes real quick. I wish your smelly body didn't have to touch this couture, but if it nets us an extra hundred thousand yen, I guess it's okay."

So the sisters swapped clothes, and when they were done, Enoshima's sister looked just like her, and vice versa.

"The perks of having an identical twin sister. Good luck, Mukuro Ikusaba. See you in a few days."

"Bye, Junko," Ikusaba said, smiling. She walked down the hall, opened the impression, and stepped into the empty washroom.

"I guess it's time to bring this game some despair, huh?"

Ishimaru (Head of Halls)

Oowada

Fujisaki

Celes

Yamada

Kirigiri

Togami

Fukawa

Naegi

Maizono

Hagakure

Asahina

Oogami

Kuwata

Enoshima/Ikusaba (Despair Sisters Twist)

Who Will Ishimaru Nominate?

Will Anyone Discover the Despair Sisters?

Who will the world vote as MPP?

And which players will be picked for the Power of Veto?

Find out all of this and more next time on Big Brother: Trigger Happy Havoc!

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What did you think of the Despair Sisters Twist? Will the alliance between Ishimaru/Oowada/Fujisaki hold? Will Celes and Kirigiri pursue their hunch, or will they let sleeping dogs? Will the players discover the secret of the Monomono Machine? Have Togami and Fukawa butchered their game from the start, or will their icy position turn out to be an advantage later one? And will Oogami catch wind of Ishimaru's plan to evict her? Find out all of this and more next time on Big Brother: Trigger Happy Havoc!

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