I wasn't really planning on uploading this, but since there are quite of few of rather loyal fans of both HTTYD and Dangan Ronpa... WHY NOT? Also note that I will be pretty much pastiching Dangan Ronpa.

Here's the overdue Chapter 2. Or Prologue Part II, or whatever you want to call it.

Prologue: Welcome to Despair Academy II

When I slowly started to feel my consciousness return, my instincts kept gnawing at me to wake up. Something was incredibly wrong. But no matter how hard I thought about it, I was staring at a blank, much like an empty spot in the universe.

I opened my eyes. I found myself lying face down on a wooden desk atop my arms. I bolted upwards, staring forward with blurry eyes. It took several blinks for my vision to clear. I was in an unfamiliar classroom. There was a stone board with chalk and desks. There was a shard of glass in the corner of the walls. It looked much like a one-way mirror. There was also a voice tube right next to it. Was this inside Berk Dragon Academy? Did I pass out at the front gate and someone dragged me here?

My eyes drifted to the windows. Or what was left of them. I was instead greeted by an array of steel plates, neatly aligned up along the classroom wall. Huh? What? Why would someone do this?! Why would you put a window in a room, only to smack a metal plate over it? It makes no sense!

I tried getting up, but my left foot felt numb. The moment I took a single step, a pulse of pain shot throughout my entire left leg. My knees buckled, and I managed to grab the side of the desk to keep me from falling completely. I stared down at my own legs.

Where I would normally find a pair of fur viking shoes, I saw a single leather boot and an artificial limb. The lower part of my left leg, my foot included, had been replaced by a metal prosthetic.

The shock that filled my heart sent me into a rage of panic. I pulled the prosthetic away from the rope connecting it to the upper part of my leg. It was made exactly to fit me. It was even spring loaded, the type of substitute limb I've always wanted to make. Taking a few seconds to examine myself, I realized that my leg was amputated.

I shook my head. This had got to be one big dream. A giant hallucination. I still had both of my feet when I entered this school. There is no way I lost a foot during the time I was unconscious. I was only out for, probably no more than a couple of hours. And if I really was amputated, I would be at the infirmary, not sleeping on a wooden desk in some sort of weird freaky and empty for unknown reasons classroom.

I took a deep breath in an attempt to compose myself.

But no matter how much I tried to deny it, my body was no longer whole. I couldn't walk normally. Reluctantly, I propped the prosthetic back on, and struggled to stand. I pressed my weight onto the desk, my arms holding me up.

There was a cheap looking pamphlet sitting on the table next to me. I didn't bother to pick it up, so I just read what was written on it from where I stood.

To all new students, the new semester has begun.

This Academy will become a whole new world for you all!

Meet in the Great Hall at 11 in the morning.

Eleven in the morning? I whipped my head around the room, my gaze resting upon the mechanical clock stationed on the wall. The hands read five minutes until eleven.

'Darn, I can't be late for orientation!'

Ignoring the soreness in my left foot, I stumbled to the door and stepped out of the room. The school was modeled after the campus of a typical viking village. The Great Hall, the meeting place of all vikings, should be right in the center and as it's own building.

Pushing the doors to the academic building open, I jolted outside. But the blue sky didn't greet me. Instead, it was a dark gray metal corridor that shot out into the darkness, only lit by occasional torches. My mind could barely comprehend what was happening.

Wasn't I supposed to be outside by now? The tunnel didn't feel old, dusty or damp. It felt new. I ran my fingers along the cold metal. I was raised in a blacksmith shop. I would recognize an old structure when I see it. I gasped when I saw of a symbol carved into the tunnel. In a hue of silver, there was the image of a curved dragon, it's tail in a circle. I didn't recognize the dragon, but it was lean and had large wings. There's only one thing it could be.

A Night Fury.

Why would a symbol of a Night Fury be etched into the wall? What's more, I noticed that it's left tail fin was different, being colored as black instead of silver.

None of this was here this morning! How did it all get here?

I had so many questions, none of them answered, and all of them begging for explanations. I had to get to the Great Hall. Maybe then, everything would make sense. Someone could turn off this illusion and things would go back to normal.

The Great Hall was right beside the academic building, so I darted straight forward into the darkness of the tunnel. My left leg ached as I ran up the stairs that seemed to go on and on forever. My breath started to hitch as I became tired and came to a stop at the top.

Large doors glared at me. Is that what I get for not being punctual? I straightened myself. Was I taller? I don't remember my feet being this far from me.

Frustrated with all the confusion, I pushed the doors open and stepped inside. I found myself looking at a group of fourteen other vikings. All of them were teenagers who seemed to be around my age. Every single one looked just as bewildered and lost as I was.

'Um…' I began, nervously.

'Huh?' said one of the boys. He had long blonde hair that went down to his thighs and a twin horned helmet. 'You a freshman, too? Man, this school is weird.'

Tuffnut Thorsten

First Class Archaic Level Fisherman

A girl who looked almost identical to Tuffnut appeared beside him. The difference between them was that the girl's hair was braided. I figured that they must be twins. Lucky for their parents, having a pair of genius offspring.

'Fifteen of us?' she said. 'That's a nice round number.'

Ruffnut Thorsten

First Class Archaic Level Prankster

'I can't believe this new kid,' one of the shorter students with large round eyes and black hair muttered. 'You can't even show up on time. What if the chief summons everyone and you didn't make it to the meeting in time? That's going to come bite you someday.'

He sent me somewhat of a glare. 'So they accept vikings like this into Berk Dragon Academy these days?'

Gustav Larson

First Class Archaic Level Follower

I don't really know how to respond to that. Should I take that as an insult?

There was a large bulky boy at the back of the group. He was much taller and muscular than the others, and complete with a nose-ring. His arms were huge. His ruffled hair covered some of his eyes as he spat onto the floor.

'You caring about being on time now? I am not biggest in brain, but I know something weird is going on.'

Speedfist Hrani

First Class Archaic Level Wrestler

I'm not really going around meeting everyone in any specific order. I'll just talk to whoever talks to me first.

A small girl in a yellowish brown bear costume shakily rose her hand. 'Excuse me,' she whispered in a quiet voice, as if she was scared. 'Did you wake up in a strange classroom, too?'

'Yeah, I did,' I said.

'I thought so.' The girl looked down towards her feet, uncertain. 'The same thing happened to all of us. I have no information on this event at all. It worries me.'

Eggingarde Damar

First Class Archaic Level Confidante

Eggingarde stared at me for a moment, her gaze wandering to my leg. 'What happened to your foot?'

Some part of me was caught off guard by that question. 'Oh, it's nothing much. Don't worry about it.' But I'm telling that to myself more than anyone. Also reinforced by the fact that I have no idea what happened to my own foot either.

A young viking with dark brown hair stepped up to me. She had an apron tied around her, complete with leather gloves and metal tongs attached to her belt. Her amber eyes locked with mine, as if she was searching for a method in order to turn my heart into an ingot ready to be bashed.

Agatha Berdis

First Class Archaic Level Blacksmith

'Everyone lost consciousness,' she said. 'When we all woke up, there was a note telling us to gather here. I find that an interesting story. Don't you think so?'

'But what in the name of Thor is up with this place?' muttered a tall and somewhat chubby one. He had a quiver on his back and a bow swung over his shoulder. 'What is up with those tunnels? It's like we were made moles.'

Wartihog Brandir

First Class Archaic Level Hunter

'It's like they're trying to box us in.'

'You can't keep a Bog Burglar under lock and key,' said a girl who was a little shorter than me(to my relief) with messy blonde hair. 'No matter what it is and where we are, we'll get out eventually.'

Camicazi Feyranir

First Class Archaic Level Burglar

'Well said, Camicazi,' said another girl. She was taller than Camicazi, and had straight light brown hair. She was dressed in black shirt with a dark brown vest and a dark green skirt with black pants underneath. She had no more accessories, let alone a helmet.

Herrietta Horse

First Class Archaic Level Escapee

'I've gotten in and out of more dungeons than you had caught rabbits in your whole life.'

While I had a feeling that First Class Archaic Level vikings would have caught way more rabbits than I did, which was probably in between three to six, it would still be an impressive number. I should get along with Herrietta. Her title could help us figure out a way to get out of this place. That is, assuming we are all really trapped.

'Well you can say that all you want. But I'll be the one to get us us out of here.' That came from a brash boy about my height with black hair poking out from his helmet. He also had a big nose and was on the athletic side. He does look familiar. Wait a second. Isn't that my cousin?!

Snotlout Jorgensen

First Class Archaic Level Jock

'Oh hey, Fishbone!' Snotlout waved at me. 'I didn't know you would be here too. Didn't think you would be good enough to make it!'

Way to rub it in. Thanks a lot, Snotlout.

There was a large boy next to Snotlout though. He wore a large short-sleeved leather vest that covered his entire body up to his thighs, had blonde hair, and, to be honest, fat.

'Oh, you said "Fishbone"? I thought you were calling me. It's all fine then.'

Fishlegs Ingerman

First Class Archaic Level Dragon Expert

'We really need to figure out what's going on,' said Fishlegs. 'If it's anything related to dragons, I can help you out.'

I simply nodded in agreement. I took a few steps back, watching the group as a whole. These were the students that were chosen to attend Berk Dragon Academy. Though some of them might not seem like it, they really are all amazing people. They've all got their own sets of skills, and they're the best at it. Unless being disappointing is a skill, I am totally out of my league.

In the crowd, I saw a few that I didn't properly meet yet. I walked over to a large guy. He was a little on the thin side, but he seemed really intimidating and strong. He gave me a cold gaze, as if he was already figuring out how to pin me to the ground.

'What do you want?'

Thuggory Leifr

First Class Archaic Level Heir

'Oh, so you're the heir from the Meathead Tribe,' I said. A part of me wanted to talk to him about what is it like being a heir, hoping that he could give me some pointers.

'What of it?' Thuggory asked, his arms crossed over his chest.

On second thought, he'd either one: punch me, or two: laugh at me, if I told him that I was also an heir. It's probably best for me to keep quiet. I didn't say anything else and loitered over to another person in the room I haven't yet talked to.

She had blonde hair tied into a braid, a leather band running across her forehead, a blue knitted shirt, a leather skirt and a pair of boots. Her shoulder pads and skirt both had spikes. There was a small pouch attached to the top of her skirt next to a row of skulls. An axe was tied to her back.

Her clear blue eyes were focused on the ground, as if she was deep in thought before landing on me. 'What?'

Astrid Hofferson

First Class Archaic Level Warrior

'Nothing!' I replied in a jumpy matter, waving my palms. I forced out an awkward laugh as I stepped away. I think I've heard of Astrid Hofferson. She's also from the Hairy Hooligan village, known as one to match Snotlout in skill and adults in strength. She's the only female from our island with such incredible skill. I can't believe I'm in the same class as her.

A person stood in front of me, so I stopped walking. She had ebony hair put to one side that hung over her shoulder, dark green eyes and she looked absolutely gorgeous. I started to feel my cheeks becoming warmer. Wait, this is also someone else I knew of. I know I've seen her quite a number of times before.

'Heather?' I asked, rather unsure.

'Yes?' she said, tilting her head slightly. 'You're Hiccup, right? When my parents and I were shipwrecked on Berk, you helped us out..'

Heather Valha

First Class Archaic Level Icon

Heather breathed a sigh of relief. 'It's great to see a familiar face here.'

'Wait,' I said, a blush crawling up my cheeks at the memory. 'Heather, you actually remember me?'

'Of course I do,' she answered as she smiled. 'I mean, without you and your father, we would have been sleeping outside in the cold rain. So my family kind of owes you now..'

'That may be the case, but I never thought that you would even recognize me.'

'Don't think too lightly of yourself,' Heather told me. 'You're here at Berk Dragon Academy, so lighten up.'

I chuckled slightly. 'I guess that's true.'

But this is Heather Valha we're talking about. The First Class Archaic Level Icon. She's a great singer, artist, decent in any fight, smart, pretty. She's like the major role model for young female vikings. Someone on every island must at least know her name or face.

'Hey, you!' called Thuggory's voice. It was then that I realized that it was directed at me. 'What was your name again?'

Everyone's eyes were suddenly on me. I didn't really have a choice but to answer Thuggory.

Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third

First Class Archaic Level ?

'What do you mean you don't know your "First Class Archaic Level" title?' asked Fishlegs.

'He must be the one that was chosen by the staff from the bunch of average students,' said Wartihog. 'It's natural that he doesn't have a title.'

'Good for us,' Snotlout added. 'Just his name is already a mouthful.'

'Give the guy a break,' Camicazi piped up. 'Just call him "Hiccup", or something. It would be much easier to say, so stop complaining.'

Speedfist made no attempt in holding in his laughter. 'Name means runt.'

Thuggory stayed calm as he scoffed. 'We should stop playing around. It's about time we got down to business.'

'Business?' I repeated.

'Why is this happening, I presume,' said Herrietta.

'If the heir says so, we should probably try to figure it out,' Gustav added.

'You guys are all getting worked up,' said Tuffnut. 'It's like fishing. Just wait for the right moment, then everything will make sense.'

'Eventually,' mumbled his sister.

'I wonder if something broke,' said Agatha. 'If that's the case, I could offer the staff some help.'

There was a sudden noise from the speaking tubes of the Great Hall, as if someone was clearing their throat. 'Testing, testing. Bah, I think you can all hear me anyway.'

We all stopped talking. The voice sounded squeaky and high pitched, even for a child. I couldn't find a way to describe it. It felt slightly monotone, but the word I was looking for couldn't reach me.

'Attention all new students. The Berk Dragon Academy orientation will now begin.'

Well what do you know, it was a giant prank by the academic staff after all. And here I was thinking that I actually lost my foot and was imprisoned in a school.

Wartihog snorted. 'This is probably how Berk Dragon Academy rolls out the red carpet.'

Astrid had a suspicious expression on her face. 'I'm not so sure about that.'

All of us directed ourselves to the table in the center at the back wall of the Great Hall. It was where the chief and the highest members of a village would meet. From the floor, a black and white bear popped up and landed on the table.

The white side had a black pupil. But the other half of it was pitch black, with a blood red eye that stared at us with a gaze that could kill. Besides, it seemed small for a bear. Was it a cub? And what's more, he's standing on two legs! That had got to be the weirdest animal I'd ever seen. I've seen dragons that look more normal than that thing.

'What is that?' Snotlout laughed, 'a stuffed toy?'

'I'm not a stuffed toy!' the bear roared. 'I'm Monokuma, the headmaster of Berk Dragon Academy. Pleasure to meet you all.'

Fishlegs shrieked. 'It just talked! And moved!'

Headmaster? We have a weird talking and moving bear as our headmaster? Am I even hearing myself. This is coming from the guy who supposedly had a metal leg.

'Now that we've made some progress, let's get this show on the road,' said Monokuma. Good morning to you all!'

Gustav lowered his head. 'Good morning!'

'Don't listen to him!' Agatha hissed.

'Weird,' Speedfist added.

'You are the promising, young high school students who carry the hopes of the viking world on your shoulders,' Monokuma continued. 'And in order to protect and care for you wonderful symbols of hope, I have decided to let you all live together within the confines of this school.'

'Say what now?' Tuffnut blurted out.

Looks like my brain was finally getting the hang of this weird situation. It's processing things much better. 'Wait-'

'What is the meaning of this?' Herrietta growled.

Monokuma didn't even pay attention to what we were saying. He, at least I think it's a he, just kept on talking. 'As for you how long you will be living together… there is no time limit!'

A surprised 'huh?' came from all of us.

'Basically,' said Monokuma, 'you'll all be staying here for the rest of your lives!'

'What in the world…' Snotlout muttered.

'The rest of our lives…' whispered Ruffnut, 'here?'

'Don't worry,' Monokuma quickly interjected. 'We have a large budget. You won't be inconvenienced in any way.'

Heather spoke up beside me. 'Hold on a second. That's not the issue here!'

'You're pulling our legs,' said Wartihog.

It was then that I realized it. 'So the giant metal tunnels that's connecting the entire school is to keep us in here!?'

'Of course. But we'll still have fresh air, so no need to worry about that either.' The entire time, Monokuma's face never changed. It was as if it was some sort of controlled being. 'You can yell and scream all you want. No one is coming to bust you out.'

'Considering what you said is true,' Agatha began, 'that would be very troublesome. We couldn't possibly live on this campus forever.'

Monokuma cleared his throat once again. 'So you want to get out? Fine, I'll let any one of you leave, as long as you can follow a simple rule.'

'A rule?' Thuggory repeated.

'I don't care how you do it,' said Monokuma, 'but only those who kill someone will be allowed to exit this place. That's all there is to it. Pretty simple, isn't it?

'You can use a blunt weapon, stab, beat them to death, put them to the sword, burn them, hang them, suffocate them, drown them, feed them to a dragon. It's a situation full of despair where the hopes of the archipelago attempt to kill each other. Ah, it's just so exciting!' Then he laughed. It was an even stranger one. I could've sworn it was sounding something like, "Upupupupupupu", but that's just me.

Snotlout stomped his foot onto the ground. 'Are you serious?'

'Why do we have to kill each other?' cried Heather.

'She's got a point,' Gustav said. 'Even I can't follow instructions like that. So stop messing with us, and let us go home!'

Monokuma's stare suddenly turned paralyzing. 'Listen up! From here on out, this academy is your home; your world. You can do whatever you want, as long as it follows the school rules. If you want to get out, then just kill someone.'

Wartihog stood directly in Monokuma's way. 'This joke has gone way to far.' He shot a glare at Ruffnut. 'This isn't your doing is it, First Class Archaic Level Prankster.'

'Wish it was,' she muttered, rolling her eyes.

'Ah, well, it seems that you all understand,' said Monokuma. 'I'll be taking my leave now.'

Everything slowed down. Hold on. I have so many unanswered questions! What about my leg? What happened to it? What's going to happen? Is there another rule?

'I'll be watching you all from the mirrors,' said Monokuma. So there really was a one-way mirror in that classroom. That is some serious angling.

Wartihog growled. He attempted to reach for Monokuma.

'Don't touch him!' Astrid suddenly yelled. 'He's filled with fireworm dragons!'

'Fireworms?!' Fishlegs breathed. 'Their skin burns as hot as the sun! I can't believe I didn't notice it.'

A cackle came from Monokuma. Smoke rolled in around his feet and eventually covered him. In moments, he disappeared. There was a moment of silence.

'So that's it?' Heather murmured. 'We're trapped in here?'

'We're going to have to kill each other?' said Snotlout between gritted teeth. 'That's just crazy!'

Thuggory simply looked at us. 'The problem is whether or not it was a joke, but if there's anyone here who would take it seriously.'

I had no idea what to think, as my brain was still a jumbled mess. My world had been turned upside down. This school I had came to with such high expectations wasn't a school filled with hope.

It was a school filled with despair.

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Why is Tuffnut a Fisherman? Because he said he kind of wanted to be one in the episodes of Riders of Berk, so I put that to good use. There are also some book Ocs, and I tried to make them mirror the original Dangan Ronpa characters in some way. Some of them are very obvious cough Heather cough Well, this is pretty much a pastiche...