Author's Note: What? I'm alive? How about that.

Anyway, this is a story I started up some time ago but quickly lost inspiration for. I replayed 999 recently and wanted to give this another shot, though. That being said, I haven't managed to get my hands on a copy of Zero Time Dilemma yet, so don't expect any material from there.

Please do not read if you have not finished 999/VLR. I mean, you technically can, but that is one video game experience that deserves to be played spoiler-free. DR, too, but there will be significantly fewer spoilers for that series than Zero Escape here.

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Hope's Peak Academy… You'd think I'd get a better introduction to the place than this.

"Ugh, the lights are bright in here…"

With a groan, I sit up a little more, my knees still held against my chest. Peering over my kneecaps, I take a look around. Metal walls on all four sides, and none too far apart from each other. My hair is just shy of a hitting a chrome handrail—or maybe I have already hit my head. That would explain a few of the things I'm feeling. Wouldn't explain the guy in the other corner of the elevator unless I'm hallucinating pretty bad.

He's already awake, giving me a good once-over. I don't feel up to criticizing his manners at the moment.

"What's… What's going on here?" He pulls himself to his feet, looking over the elevator door and trying to pry it open with his hands. It's not exactly a smashing success. "Where are we? Who are you?"

I continue to ignore him.

"Man, you always this friendly, or did I kick you in my sleep?"

Not unless you got me in the head. Even if you did, I'd have no reason to assume it was you.

Anyway, I really ought to get going on figuring a way out of here. Even if my head's still pounding and I feel a little disjointed, I can't just sit around forever.

With the help of the handrail, I pull myself to my feet and look back at the other guy. "...I'm plenty friendly."

"Huh?"

"I said, I'm plenty friendly." I meet his gaze, my arms falling to my sides.

"Good to know you can talk." He folds his arms. "Since you're so friendly, how about you tell me what's going on? Where we are?"

"What, you think I know any of that?" I scowl, a throbbing starting up behind my forehead. "We're supposed to be at Hope's Peak."

He falls silent, taking another look around the small chamber. I watch him for a while before something about his face flashes in the back of my head. Images pass before I can hang onto them, and I'm left with only one word.

"Sigma…"

"Wha—what?" He draws back. "You know me? Then you've got to know what's going on here!"

I throw my arms out in a "what the hell, man" gesture. "I already told you I don't! I just… Forget it."

Sigma objects, but I block him out as I approach the other side of the elevator. Five floors and a basement, but none of the buttons are lighting up, and I don't hear any motors whirring into action, either.

"Hm." I try the Door Open button.

The elevator dings, and the doors slide away. Looking over my shoulder at Sigma, I can't help but remember that his first line of action was trying to open the doors by force.

"Men," I scoff as I step through to the hallway.

He makes an offended sound and hurries after me before the doors can close. Ahead, the hall is doused in a bright green light that makes the black-and-white floor tiles seem radioactive. A few doors pass on the sides, but they're either locked or just empty classrooms.

Am I in Hope's Peak after all? It certainly seems like it. This isn't my old high school, and I can't think of any other schools that would want me here. Of course, I can't think of a reason Hope's Peak would throw me unconscious into an elevator, either. I'll keep exploring. I'm sure to see the seal or school name eventually.

In the meantime… Sigma. I know that's his name. But… who is he? Apparently I was able to recognize his face, but I can't remember meeting him. Maybe I've just seen him on the news or something? He must be an Ultimate Talent if he's been accepted here, and those names get around pretty fast. Sigma… Sigma…

"It's no good." I let go of another locked door and turn to my faithful companion. "You were accepted to the academy, weren't you? What's your talent?"

He frowns. "So now you're willing to talk to me?"

"I've been busy thinking. I'm sure it's a foreign concept to you." I don't blink. "Talent?"

He stares me down before finally glancing to the side. "AI Specialist."

"Hm." Still nothing I've heard of. I admittedly don't keep up much with computer breakthroughs…

How do I know this guy? I have to have seen him, or heard of him, somewhere… But I'm coming up blank. There's no explanation. I just know.

Shaking my head, I pick up the pace a little. We're almost to the end of this section of the hall, and I feel like we're supposed to find something up ahead. Brighter light is seeping from under the double doors.

Sigma keeps pace at my side. "What about you?"

I turn my head to meet his gaze. "Well, I'm not Superman, that's for sure. And I'm not Batman, or Spiderman, or Aquaman, or a merman, or a wolfman. I'm not a brahman, or common, or ramen. I'm not a caiman either, so you don't really need to worry about anything. My name is Phi. I guess you could say… I am no man."

I'm at the end of the corridor before he has a chance to respond. Pushing both doors open with my palms, I stride into the better light, my boots silent on the checkerboard tile.

The entry hall is already bustling with students, and every last one of them notices our entrance.

"Hey!" A girl with pink hair flings her arm forward to point at us, one of the pompoms on her jacket nearly flying into her face. "Someone else is here!"

The stern-looking boy next to her frowns in thought and folds his arms. "How many do we have now?"

"Fourteen." The answer is immediate from a dark-skinned girl with a cropped white jacket and large, golden necklace. "We're still missing two."

"Wait, what are you guys talking about?" Sigma steps past me to the center of the room. "And who are you?"

"Our best guess is that we are your classmates," says a voice with an odd hum to it, as if it's being run through a voice changer. No one's mouth is moving, though, and it takes me a second to find the speaker—some guy with peculiar armor over every surface that isn't covered by a simple red Buddhist robe. His hand is raised to his chin as he continues. "Nothing else could explain the prevalence of Ultimate Talents who have not yet attended the academy. It's also likely that we're within its halls."

"Prevalence of talents, huh?" I look to the side, curled fingers overlapping my mouth. "So you're all Ultimates?"

"Well…" The hesitant, low-pitched reply comes from a guy in orange overalls who's somehow a little bit bigger than the armored person. "We don't all, uh… necessarily remember." He rubs his forehead without removing his stocking cap.

I straighten up. "That's strange. I take it you wouldn't forget something like that naturally?"

"I'm sure he wouldn't," offers a quiet girl with red hair. "We've already spoken among ourselves a bit, you see… I believe K and Urashiyama both are suffering from forms of generalized amnesia." She gestures in turn at the armored guy and the one in overalls.

"Kay?" Sigma cringes back in shock. "You're a chick?"

The armor shifts, K leaning back with one amused hand flipped down and the other brushing where his mouth should be. "Oh, no. I merely can't remember my full name. I believe it may start with a K, however."

"Yeah." Urashiyama shoves his hands in his pockets. "I can't think of my given name, either."

"You're both pretty big," says a brown-haired guy in an off-white trench coat. "They probably had to use quite a bit of anesthetic on you. That could have led to some memory loss."

"Anesthetic?" I slide my gaze over to him. "You think we were sedated and brought here?"

"I don't remember any gas or injections." A girl with an ornate hairdo and not much of a top loosely crosses her arms. "i just stepped through the doorway, and the next thing I knew, I was in one of the rooms alone."

The guy with perpetually closed eyes nods. "I awoke sitting next to Clover, but otherwise that lines up with my own memory."
The pink-haired girl, Clover apparently, nods in agreement.

"Sigma and I were in the elevator," I say.

It seems that all of us came to, by ourselves or in small groups, somewhere on the first floor. They started to congregate in the entrance hall and, well, here we are.

"We're all in the same class, right?" says a silver-haired guy who looks like some kind of speed athlete—a swimmer, maybe. "If we are, that's definitely two people missing. Think we ought to go look for them?"

"Yeah." A guy dressed up like he's ready to go 88 in a DeLorean takes a few steps towards the doors behind me. "It's not like there were any convenient signs telling us to meet in the entry hall." He walks right up and grabs the handle before anyone decides to follow him.

That means he's the only victim when the door slams open.

He staggers back with an "oof," flailing to grab a support before he can fall over backwards. The only thing he's able to grab is the person that barged in on him, and they both tumble onto the tile with sounds of surprise. The door closes silently behind them after ramming into the guy's ankle.

"Well—" Clover stretches her arms behind her back, looking up coquettishly—"it looks like Junpei's already tracked one of them… down."

Junpei, huh? Haven't heard of him. Urashiyama, Clover… I guess none of their talents were anything that piqued my interest. Yet I inexplicably know Sigma.

I don't get it…

"Jumpy?"

Frustrated, I turn my attention back to the couple at the door. The newcomer girl is just pulling herself off of him, and they help each other up.

"Akane… It's really you?" Junpei looks her up and down.

She smiles, her fingers brushing her lower lip. "It's been a while, hasn't it?"

"You two know each other?" A blond boy with an odd hat peers over at them.

Junpei cranes his neck around to see him. "We went to elementary school together, but I haven't seen her since." He pauses but turns back to face Akane. "So… That invitation…"

"Jumpy…" She stretches her arms down, blushing. "I'm really happy to see you, too, but…" She straightens up with a worried frown. "I just stepped into a room with a lot of people I don't know. And the situation was pretty strange before, too…"

"You're right." Junpei takes a step back, rubbing the hair at the back of his head. "Let me introduce you to some of these guys…"

For some reason, proximity I'm guessing, he chooses me as his first victim despite never having heard my name.

"Phi," I say, giving the two of them a once-over. "Junpei and Akane, right? What are your talents?"

Junpei grins, putting his hands on his hips. "Ultimate Scrapper."

"Really?" Not far behind me, Sigma smirks, cracking his knuckles. "I might have to test you on that."

"Uh, well, it's actually about finding and using scrap metal." Junpei puts up a fist, making a few weak boxing jabs at the air. "But I could win a fight with you. Wanna go? The last guy I fought went home in am ambulance."

"Shouldn't have picked a fight with a paramedic, then," Sigma counters.

"Hey!" Just as Junpei looks like he's gonna go for it, Akane steps between them.

"Junpei…" She frowns, leaning towards him. "Whether you'd win or lose, I don't want you to get hurt…"

He falls back, shoulders relaxing after a few more glances at Sigma. "Well… You do look like you could get a good punch in. If it lasts long enough."

"Heh." Sigma flexes his large forearms. "Maybe later then. So, Akane, right? What's your specialty?"

She smiles, her eyes slipping shut. "Parapsychologist. Occult studies, supernatural phenomena… That kind of thing."

Sigma leans back. "That's… kind of a creepy talent for such a cute girl."

"It's so fascinating, though!" Akane giggles, apparently unaware of Junpei bristling behind her.

"Nice to meet you both." I start to turn around. "I haven't been introduced to the rest of the kids here, so I'm going to go on ahead. You all can keep standing around here flirting if you want."

Without waiting for a response, I move on, my jacket billowing out behind me. Before I can make it to the silver-haired guy, I'm stopped by the one with the weird leather hat.

"You're Miss Phi?"

I come to a stop, watching him. He bounces with the energy of a child, but I guess he's a high school student like the rest of us.

"Yeah."

"So you're—" he fists his hands in excitement—"the Ultimate Track Star, right?! You're so cool!"

"I…" Averting my gaze to the left, I cover the side of my mouth with my palm. "That's overstating it… The high jump and long jump are really the only ones I'm that special at."

"That's still great!" He leans back, loosely folding his arms. "I'm pretty quick, but I could never do stuff like that. I'm Quark, the Ultimate Soda Jerk."

"Huh." I straighten up. "That's… interesting."

"I'd be happy to demonstrate if we can find a soda fountain in here." He glances at the ceiling. "I guess we haven't had a real good look at the place yet, huh?"

"Yeah. Once we get our introductions over with, that'll be our first order of business."

Quark smiles. "I'll get out of your way, then. Hey, Mister Junpei!"

I duck out of the way as he scurries off, then take a few more steps to the guy in the white sleeveless shirt and thin black scarf.

"Hey," he says, leaning back and considering me.

I watch him right back. "Hey."

He pauses before sifting his weight, his hand going to the back of his head. "What? That it?"

I frown. "Fine, we'll make it a formal interview. Name and title?"

"Aoi, Ultimate Stockbroker."

"Thanks." I walk past him.

"H-hey! What the hell—" Aoi comes after me. "What about you?"

"Phi," I call without turning or stopping.

"Oh, that's a cool name." Clover smiles at my approach, one hand resting on her hip. "Are you related to Sigma?"

"I sure hope not." I come to a stop in front of her and her seemingly constant companion. "I heard your name, but I didn't get your talent." I nod at the other guy, although as far as I can tell his eyes are still closed. "Didn't get either of yours."

Clover blinks. "Oh. Well, I'm actually the Ultimate Lucky Student…" Her smile returns. "Not only did I win the Hope's Peak lottery, I also ended up joining the same class as my brother! I think they're onto something."

My gaze shifts to the one with less shocking hair. "You're her brother, I take it?"

"Yes. I am Light, the Ultimate Composer. Perhaps you've heard of me?"

At my lack of response, he shrugs. "I mostly compose for harp, so I suppose it's not so strange for the more general populace not to know me." He folds his arms. "Returning to the topic at hand, I'm actually a bit older than Clover, but it seems Hope's Peak was… unable to accommodate me until this school year."

I frown, my hand cupping my mouth. "Accommodate you?"

"Yes." He turns a bit, gripping his chin. "Although I have little trouble getting around, I can't very well study from ink-and-paper books, nor from any computers lacking a text-to-speech option."

Ah. "I see." I continue to gaze off to the side. "And you're sure that was the only reason they put off your acceptance to the school?"

He draws back. "I beg your pardon?"

I turn back to face the two of them. "In case you haven't noticed, this isn't exactly a typical opening ceremony. Something strange is going on, and for all we know it could be connected to the two of you being accepted the same year."

"Hmm." Light frowns in thought, which is quickly becoming his default expression. "At present I have no reason to believe my delay was due to anything but a lack of foresight on the part of the academy. I'll look into it."

"Light?" Clover's look of surprise hasn't faded, though a touch of uncertainty has crept in with it. "You really think… it wasn't my own luck? It's some kind of conspiracy?"

He smiles. "I seriously doubt it; however, I must keep an open mind. We still have every reason to believe in your luck either way."

"All right."

I nod a farewell to them but stop myself. "Nice meeting you two," I say before starting for the next person. Standing nearby, clearly waiting, is the soft-spoken girl with the braided red bun.

"Oh, hello." She smiles as she clasps her hands together. "You just came in with Sigma, didn't you?"

"Yeah. Name' s Phi. You?"

"My name is Luna. I'm the, um, Ultimate Medic."

"Huh. You don't look like you're that suited to emergency situations."

Her hands splay outward in surprise. "Oh, not paramedic. Just medic. It's… kind of a general term, I suppose."

My fingers curl as I lift my palm a bit. "Seems kind of strange… But I guess it's just high school."

"Ah, Miss, did I hear Quark correctly?"

I turn towards the new voice—the brunette with the large overcoat. His eyes focus on the flower ornament in my hair before he meets my gaze with an easy smile. "You're the Track and Field Star?"

My arms hang at my sides. "Basically. And my name is Phi."

He nods. "Gentarou, Ultimate Executive." He extends a hand to shake. His fingers are surprisingly cold.

"It's a pleasure to meet you," he says as he puts his hands back into his pockets. "I hope we'll get along."

"Don't worry; I'm friendly. It just depends on you."

Although his smile doesn't budge, the light in his eyes seems to shift a bit. "I'll do my best to keep your trust."

Frowning, I lift my hand as I explain. "You don't even have it yet. You do realize we just met?"

His expression finally falls. "I see. I'll do my best to earn your trust, then."

"That's more like it." I sidestep him to check out the rest of the crowd, but I don't get a good look before the blond with the top hat swoops in.

"Hey, there," he says, tipping the brim. "What's a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this?"

"That's what I'd like to know." I look the guy over. I've seen some interesting fashion choices today, but this is a little much on the bells and whistles. "I don't think that information is forthcoming, though, so I'll take your name and talent for now."

"That I can handle." He lets his arms fall. "Name's Dio. I'm the Ultimate Ringmaster."

"Phi," I respond before ducking around him to find the next new person. I'm not going to get any talents out of the big-guy amnesiacs, so I might as well walk right past them.

"Ex-cuse me?!"

A loud, hard slap snaps my attention to my left. Near the middle of the hall, the girl with the decorated black ponytail looms, her feet in a wide stance and one arm extended in front of her.

"Ow! What the hell?" Opposite her, Sigma staggers back.

With a sigh, I approach the scene.

"Maybe you should think for a second before running your damn mouth like that!" She lets out one more frustrated grunt before pulling back.

"I'm sure you let him have it over something worthwhile." I take a step to the side so she doesn't run straight into me.

She lets out a burst of breath. "I have a feeling it's going to be much harder than that to beat some sense into him."

"I'm here to help if you need it." I lift my hand. "I can pull off a mean dropkick."

"I'll keep that in mind." She finally seems to shake off the frustration as she rests a hand on her exposed hip. "What was your name?"

"Phi. You?"

She smiles. "Hazuki."

I nod, thinking. "And you're the Ultimate… Belly Dancer?"

She scowls, her hand flying to her chest. "Why does everyone keep saying that?! Belly dancing is just a hobby!" Her free hand traces circles in the air as she sighs. "Ultimate Cybersecurity Expert."

Before I can respond, another voice cuts in.

"What did I miss over here?" The dark-skinned girl has come to my side, two of her fingers falling lightly on her forehead. "Are we just yelling at each other for the fun of it?"

I glance to the side. "Not my idea of fun."

Hazuki frowns. "Being the object of obscene comments isn't my idea of fun, either."

"Ah, the curse of the beautiful woman." The dark-skinned girl straightens up and nods at me. "Phi, isn't it?"

I turn to face her. "Yeah. You overheard me at some point, I take it?"

"A little." She smiles. "I'm Alice, Ultimate Mathematician."

"Nice to meet you," I say. "If you don't mind, I still haven't talked to everyone, so I'm going to keep speeding along."

"Sure." Hazuki rolls her wrist. "We can chat when we know what the hell's going on."

Alice takes a step towards me. "Actually, Phi, I never got your talent."

I shrug and keep walking.

"Excuse me?" In a fluid move, Alice slips around to cut me off, her eyes wide in offense. "I asked for your talent."

I frown, my eyebrows closing in on each other. "It's not like it's very important."

"To hell if it's important! I asked you for it, and I want to know!" She sighs, rubbing her forehead with one eye shut. "Listen, something strange is going on here, and even if we're going to rush introductions, I at least need to know that much about you."

"Fine, fine!" I back up. "Ultimate Track and Field. Happy?"

She blinks. "What, you were trying to hide that?"

"Not particularly." With a sigh, I turn to go.

Let's see, who else is here? I've already talked to Clover and Light, and Luna, and Sigma, and…

I'm distracted from my count by a hubbub up ahead. Luna, Sigma, and a handful of the others have crowded near the double doors we came in through.

"Calm down, calm down!" Gentarou is in the front, his back to me. I can tell his arms are out in front of him, though. "There's no reason to distrust anyone. We're all in the same situation here."

"No reason? No reason?!" I don't recognize the shrill voice, and all I can make out is a tangled bird's nest of black hair. "Is that not enough reason for you?!"

The cluster of students parts down the middle, both sides turning to look. With the new gap, I can see the newcomer's hand pointing across the room. Pivoting to follow his gaze, I find the exterior door.

Or where it ought to be.

"What the hell…?"

Instead, there stands a shining metal monstrosity, probably half a foot thick and covered in rivets and God knows what else. Some sort of mechanism seems to cross the middle, but I don't see any way to input a code or anything like that.

And who cares about a code?! What the hell is something like that doing on the door to the outside? It sure wasn't here when I walked in… this morning? Yesterday? How long has it even been? Probably a while if that door was set up while we were out.

Well… At least most of us. Someone had to have put that up from the inside. I wonder…

"I-it's only one door!" Quark insists, trying to capture the attention of the paranoid newcomer. "We haven't explored the whole building. There has to be more than one way out of here."

Urashiyama frowns. "What would be the point of lockin' up the front door and nothing else? Even if we find a normal-lookin' door, it'd be awfully suspicious. Funneling us into a trap or somethin'."

"Ugh!" Hazuki thrusts a hand down in frustration. "We're trying to calm him down, not make it worse!"

He takes off his beanie to rub his forehead. "I'm just saying…"

"Don't worry about it." Popping his knuckles, Sigma pulls away from the crowd and starts stalking towards the door. "Between me, K, and Urashiyama, we can bust this thing down, no problem."

"Wha—W-wait!" Luna hurries after him. "Sigma, no! Even if you just try to pull at the joints, you'll probably hurt yourselves." She rubs her wrist. "We do have an infirmary in here, but that doesn't mean I want to use it…"

Sigma's eyebrows lift. "All right… I mean, I was just gonna check before we got at it with too much gusto. But I guess I can try to figure out a different way." He continues to the door and runs his hands over the horizontal strut halfway through. "I'm an AI Specialist, after all. If it's locked with something digital, I can probably figure it out."

A snort comes from my side, and Hazuki walks past, towards the massive lock. "You can figure it out? Your specialty is making code pretend to be human. I'm the one who makes and breaks down doors."

The two of them look over the entrance for a while, and Gentarou does his best to calm down the new guy. Apparently his name is Teruaki. Quark recognizes the name—"Oh, he's the Ultimate Inventor!"

"Perhaps he could surmise the mechanism of the door lock?" K responds.

Alice frowns, rubbing her forehead. "I don't think he's in much of a condition to surmise anything."

Suddenly, a cry of frustration splits the room. I don't identify its source as Junpei until he keeps talking.

"Okay, are you guys even serious? Get the computer guys on it, get Thomas Edison on it, but no one thinks to ask the guy whose literal talent is straight-up dealing with metal? It's—" he makes a wide gesture to the lock—"a goddamn chunk of metal! And you steel haven't asked me to look at it?"

He is met with the resounding silence he deserves.

"Junpei…?" Akane frowns, turning a bit and pressing a hand to her cheek. "You can go check it out if you really want to so badly…"

He tilts his chin up. "Thank you." With that, he marches to the entrance. Akane blinks before hurrying after him, and Quark sees fit to join the procession.

While they're otherwise engaged, I slip through the hall towards Urashiyama. He's the only one who seems to have any decent ideas about the situation.

"Hey," I start.

He looks down at me, his expression its usual neutral variety of bemusement. "Hey."

"What do you think about our situation here?" I turn my head a little, my hand automatically going to my mouth in a thinking pose. "It's obviously suspicious, but what's the point of it?"

He lets out a breath and rubs his forehead. "Wouldn't that be nice to know?" He straightens up, hands slipping into his overalls' pockets. "It sure don't seem like anything good. It seems like all the doors and windows're locked up, from us talking about the rooms we woke up in. Between that and everybody missin' their phones, we've got no way to contact anybody on the outside. A kidnapping seems kinda likely, though I dunno how they got away with it. And are we really in Hope's Peak right now?"

"Yeah… It certainly looks the same. I guess it could be a replica…" I let my arms fall to my sides. "But what about the staff and faculty? Surely they were all here for our first day. Even if they were knocked out like we were, I'm sure they would have woken up. Have they tried to come and get us back? Or were they kidnapped, too? Surely someone has noticed that things aren't right at the academy. We're in the middle of the city."

Urashiyama scratches the back of his head. "You got me. I'm gonna investigate more, but there's a chance we'll just have to wait it out."

"Hm." I lift a hand as I speak. "I'll definitely snoop around the place with you. There has to be some clue as to why we're all cooped up here."

"Upupu… Upupupupu…!"

"Huh?" The strange voice startles Clover, her hand flying to her mouth. "What was that?"

Light frowns, stepping closer to her. "Was that over an intercom?"

"I think so."

A hush falls over the room, though there's still plenty of background noise from shuffling feet and shifting arms.

"No fair, Phido!" The chirpy, nasal voice continues. "You're going to go and try to figure it out for yourself? Gimme a chance to tell every-bunny, why don't you?!"

I frown at the ceiling, although that brings me no closer to identifying the voice. It does seem familiar somehow… Like something from a cartoon I watched as a kid, maybe? No, that's not right…

"Who the fuck are you?! What the hell's going on here?" Looking ready to punch somebody out, Aoi grimaces at one of the ceiling speakers.

"Hey, how about you listen, Owie!" The response is indignant. "I just said I'm getting to it! Have a little patience!"

Dio growls. "Screw patience! Give us some fucking answers!"

"Oh, allllll in good time!" A low chuckle. "If you guys could just hop on over to the gym, you might get those answers! You get five minutes. I'm not waiting aaaany longer than that. See you there!"

The voice disappears without so much as a click of the speakers.

When I look back at Urashiyama, he's laughing. "Well, I guess we got our lead, huh?"

"Yeah. Not sure if it's anything worth smiling about, though." Brow furrowed, I turn towards the double doors Sigma and I came through only a couple of minutes ago.

I guess it's time to find the gym.