You follow right behind and eventually catch up. Yule still has his switchblade, more than willing to use it on you.
"Curiosity killed the cat." Yule remarks, only for Nekokuma to suddenly appear.
"Where did you get that?" She accuses as the two of you attempt to hide your weapons. "Hand them over."
You hand the saber over as Yule does the same with his switchblade.
"What is the meaning of this, you stupid cat?!" Yule shouts as Nekokuma teleports away. "Just go talk with everyone else. I'm not in the mood to deal with you."
You reluctantly do what he says and return to the point you stopped at last chapter. As you do so, a teenage boy walks by. He was dressed in a white trenchcoat, buttoned all the way up. A pair of polished black shoes are slipped on, as a pair of yellow eyes stare towards you. The only handsome thing about him, was his clean blondish brown hair.
"It's you." The boy remarked, a kind smile forming on his face. You only groan, pulling a business card out.
Jake Thorber, Exile Level Critic
"Good to see you." You remark as Jake laughs. You and Jake have been friends since childhood. In middle school, your paths splitted and you've haven't seen him much. But, he always reviews your stories. That, and the stuff of Miguel Parks along with a whole bunch of other stuff.
"Same here." Jake you give him a high five. For once, it's nice to see a friend among the crazies here. The two of you head down the hallway, only for a dart to fly overhead. You both turn around, finding some girl dressed in a red green t-shirt with red jacket and matching skirt along with a pair of red pumps. In her hands, were some darts you would usually throw at a dartboard.
"And you are?" James inquires as a second dart heads towards you. You duck and it flies over you. Weirdly, this seems normal to you. You calmly debate the fact you're insane, shoving it into the back your mind. You and James introduce yourselves, only for a third dart to head your way. Thankfully, it only hits your hand.
"Laura Tsuimok, Exile Level Dart Player." Laura greets as you remove the dart from your hand. Using your other hand, you shake Laura's empty one. Laura was a known drink partner of Darren Mysidda, a student of Hope's Peak. Why he isn't part of this class, you don't know. You only sigh. It's a question you'll have ask that stupid cat later.
"Someone call =^.^=?"
"No emoticons!" James announces as Nekokuma walks up to the three of you. "Here's my review of you! 1 out of 10!"
"Seriously?" Nekokuma responded, hold her left paw up. "Did I ask for your opinion?"
"Nope." James answered and you facepalm. Sometimes, James had those moments. Not that it really mattered to you. The two of you enjoyed each other's company, which was all that mattered at the moment.
"Kaze!" Nekokuma shouts and your gaze snapped towards her. "There's still people to meet!"
You immediately facepalm. You kick the robot and head back to your room. For some reason, the cat robot thing follows right behind.
"Get back here!" You kick her again, this time for following you. "We're going to be friends, whether you like me too or not!"
"Fuck you." You answer and Nekokuma punches you.
"Language." The robot answers and you laugh. Judging from your time in actual classrooms, she cannot harm you, unless she wants to lose her job. "Is that so?"
You only laugh. The robot doesn't scare you at all. That feeling didn't last long as you find yourself in a cell. It wasn't anything that special, just a large metal box done in the style of a cartoon prison. Sadly, the ability to knock the walls wasn't possible. Maybe another time, maybe never in your lifetime.
"Where am I?" You shout, only to get no response. "Answer me, dammit!"
You still get no response. Not that it should surprise you. Nonetheless, you were hoping for something, anything.
"Oooh! Fresh meat." You turn around, finding some guy sitting by the opposite wall of the cell. He isn't wearing anything and has a big wide smile on his face, which sort of creeped you out. In truth, the question now was this: Why the fuck is there a nude guy with you in this prison cell?
You take a deep breath and he notices you. Considering how well this day has gone before this point, you probably shouldn't be surprised at all. Yet, you are. Funny how life works.
"Uh… what's your name?" You remark, hoping this person won't kill you. "Mine's Kaze Jukia, Exile Level Writer."
"Mack Hammer, Exile Level Hunter." Mack answers and you take a deep breath. Like everyone else in this madhouse, Mack had some sort of behavior problem. It was probably trust issues and unwillingness to wear clothes. Yet, that didn't stop him from managing to get accepted into Hope's Peak. Supposed, it was by hunting 100 caribou in a few hours. You, on the other hand, got in by a writing a hugely popular book about magical girls. Which is weird, considering you're an American.
You take another deep breath and Mack crawls over to you.
"My, my, my. It looks like Nekokuma left me something to eat." The hunter remarked only for you to slap him. Being someone's meal wasn't how you planned to spend the next part of your day. Nor did it include being in a jail cell. But, that's somehow what life is willing to throw at you. You grab onto the bars and attempt to shake them. The only thing to happen, is you being shook.
"Nice try." Nekokuma shouts and you sigh. "I'll let you out in an hour."
You roll your eyes and notice something. On the floor, is a small piece of paper. You pick it up and look it over.
If you're reading this,
There is still time. But I ask you this:
Is friendship greater than despair?
