I've gotten around half of the amount of OCs! Thank you for sending them in, we have 8 more available positions!

Monokuma: Yeah, send in more people to bathe in the depths of DESPAIR! Upupupupu!

...Riiiiight.

Ghost Naegi: Stupid bear! Hope is the only thing that these people need! We will overcome your des- wait, GHOST Naegi?

You died in the introduction, remember?

Ghost Naegi: Even so, I thought we would pull of a cliche scene where I showed up, having nearly surviving death.

Nope! You're dead as nails. Or, however the phrase went.

Monokuma: Hah! So much for your hope now, BITCH!

Let's get on with this Daily Life of High School Killings, shall we?

Chapter 0: A Daily Life Of Killer Club Activities!

Fukisa Niraga slowly came to his senses. It felt like he had been sleeping for what could have been days! Lifting his head up, Niraga tiredly looked about the classroom he had fallen asleep in. Another person also slept nearby on a parallel seat.

...Classroom? A few questions came to mind when he thought about it. For one, why would he even be in a classroom? If he went to school today, he sure didn't remember it. Also, for a classroom, it lacked a few classroom essentials, like desks. Instead, it was cluttered with chairs and couches that circled around the center of the room, where a table lay. Less of a classroom and more of a conference room. Finally, what kind of a classroom, or really, any room had GIANT METAL PLATES bolted to the walls?!

Best not to ask right now. Niraga was still somewhat sleepy from his nap that he couldn't remember taking. Moving across the classroom, he decided to wake up the other person in the room. Maybe they could tell him more about this room.

"Hey, excuse me? Are you awake?" Niraga asked, getting a closer look at the person. He seemed young, and had spiky silver hair. His complexion was somewhat weak-looking and soft, although they wore what resembled a white army uniform. With a mutter, the boy groggily sat up rubbing their eyes open and looking around. He automatically jumped backwards in shock when he saw Niraga, however.

"W-who are you? Where am I?" The boy asked. His voice sounded timid, mabye even a tad paranoid. Niraga cleared his throat and attempted to speak.

"I'm Fukisa Niraga... and I don't know where we are. I thought that maybe you knew." Niraga said calmly.

"...Niraga? I'm... Shido Yukihime. How would I know where we are when I just woke up...?" The boy, Yukihime, nervously glanced around, taking in all of the room. "Though... if I were to assume safely, I'd guess we were in a school club room of some kind..."

Niraga blinked at Yukihime's statement. "A club room? But... why?"

"How would I know?" Yukihime said defensively. "...Why don't you tell me. Can you remember why we're here...?"

"..." Niraga paused for a moment, attempting to remember what he was doing last. Except... he couldn't recall squat! The last thing he remembered was walking into a school... Hope's Peak Academy. "Um, is this Hope's Peak Academy?"

"...That's a good guess... well, I'm going." Yukihime stood up and quickly walked out of the room. He didn't seem to want to stay near Niraga at all. But, that discussion did help some. He could partially remember what he did before waking up here. He had gotten a letter of acceptance from Hope's Peak Academy, giving him the title of Super Duper High School Level Lawyer. Quite the assumption on the school's part, when Niraga could barely remember anything besides that. Oh well. He might as well go see what else he can find. With that thought, Niraga headed for the door and entered into the hall.

"What the hell...?"

Tsunoda Kin looked around the room he had just woken up in. It looked like one of those training gyms he always went to, although the equipment could be in better shape. What reason did he have for training right now, though? Wasn't he going to that Hope's Peak Academy place?

Two more people were in the room with him. There was a guy, who although was MUCH less muscular than Kin, still looked as if he could fight well. He had short red hair, a white shirt, and one of those shawl collar cardigans that Kin occasionally wore before a match. His lower half was all black, though, with black pants and shoes.

The other person was a girl that looked about his age, with shiny black hair that reached down to her hips. She had on a black collar jacket with a gray ribbon around her neck and a canary pin, well, pinned on, and a white shirt underneath. Her skirt was also black, along her shoes. Although, something that stood out against her solid black uniform was were her orange and grey-striped socks. Kinda strange, but hey, Kin wasn't one to judge.

The two seemed to be arguing about something. With a bright smile, Kin walked over to join them.

"I. Don't. Have. Your. Hat." The guy said with red hair said, attempting to walk off. However, the girl grabbed his arm and forcefully turned him around to face her.

"Hey, look, I don't have a problem with you, but I liked that hat. And other than that sleeping guy over there, you're the only one in here-" She turned to point at Kin, who had been standing next to her. As she stuck her finger in his direction, it struck Kin's rock-hard muscular chest. After a few moments, she shrieked and nearly jumped halfway across the gym. "WOAH! Don't sneak up on me like that!"

"Huh? I didn't feel all that sneaky." Kin scratched his head, but then shook it off. "Anyway, what's this about a hat?"

"I woke up and my hat was gone. It's not cool, that was my favorite hat!" The girl pouted.

Kin tilted his head. "Well, I'll keep an eye out for a hat. Other than that... who are you people?"

The girl perked up and grinned. "I'm Ayane Fujiro! They call me the Super Duper High School Level Disciple!"

"Uh, disciple?"

"Well, it's sorta like a student or someone still in training. Although, don't underestimate me because of that!"

Kin nodded. "I never underestimate an opponent. I'm Tsunoda Kin, the Super Duper High School Level MMA Fighter!"

They both turned to look at the red-haired guy. With both of their gazes on him, he had no choice but to give up his name. "Ishida Kiryuu, Super Duper High School Lever Brawler." With a look of disgust on his face, he turned around. "That's all I have to say." With that, he walked off out of the gym.

"Geez, what a downer." Fujiro said, turning back to Kin. "So, you're a wrestler?"

"Hell yeah! Took down more than just a few professionals, too!" Kin exclaimed, making a pose with his fist clenched and in the air. "I'm basically all-powerful!"

"That is awesome!" Fujiro took a moment to look around their surroundings. "Now that I think about it, where are we?"

"Well, it's a gym, yeah?"

Fujiro laughed. "Yeah, that's obvious. What I meant to say is, where is this gym at?"

Kin nodded. "Good question. We should follow that Kiryuu guy, he seemed to know where he was going!"

"After you, Kin!"

The two walked out of the gym, following Kiryuu.

Haruki Akiba walked down the hallway cheerfully, not really caring that she couldn't remember jack. Memory loss wasn't a big deal, all she'd have to do is bang her head against the wall and it should come back, right? Until then, she'd just explore the area. She had woken up in a room filled with cages for small animals, although they were all empty. Not having much to look at, she left the room and decided to take a peek at everything else.

Well, not much to see. Most of the doors were locked, and the ones that weren't had nothing in them that caught her eye. Oh well, she'll just keep at it-

A buzz indicated the sound of some sort of intercom turning on. Haruki paused to listen in. "Um, hello, hello, anyone there? Wait, of course you can't reply, what am I saying. Er, well, I say all of you should get moving to the entrance hall! We can explain what's going- huh, what's that? We can't tell them? Oh. Well, we can tell you where you are, at least, so yeah! Entrance hall!"

...A annoyingly cute high-pitched girl's voice had just told her and a bunch of other people she hadn't met to report to a place that she'd never been to? Heck, better than wondering around aimlessly. Onwards!

Author's Theater!

For those whose characters had not appeared, do not fear! This is only part of what's to come. Anyways, like I said, send in those OCs! Only then will I be able to finally get more than a few introductionary chapters.

Ghost Naegi: Hate to ask, but, what about the appearances of the people who had the main point of view?

I'll tell you what they look like in the later parts to come. It's not like you'll DIE in need to see them, right?

Monokuma: Upupupu, it's funny because you're dead!

Ghost Naegi: ...

Monokuma: Other than that, what kind of voice was that over the intercom?! It sure wasn't mine or Monomi's, that's for sure!

Find out next time on The Future Of Despair!