Ben couldn't help but admire his new threads as he zipped over to the nearby mirror. What he saw was quite pleasing, to say the least.
His face and head were relatively normal sans for the lime green blemish-free coloration. His teeth were bright and white and clenched into an eccentric grin, and his hair was spikey and looked to be neatly gelled up. As he looked at his eyes, he saw they had also changed from their normal hazel to a wicked red.
His choice of attire had also changed, now consisting of a bright yellow zoot suit, an inkblot tie, and a wide-brimmed yellow hat with a feather attached to the brim. All in all, he looked like a million bucks!
"It's Party Time! P-A-R-T, WHY?! BECAUSE I GOTTA!"
Opening up his window, Ben stepped out to feel the night sky breeze cooly against his face. He then looked down to see that, since his room was on the third floor of the dorms, he was pretty high up. Unbothered, Ben turned to the people reading this and saluted.
"Vive l'amour, we die together!"
Marching one step at a time over the railing, Ben dropped like a stone before falling on his face, his body flattening like a pancake in the process. Peeling his hand free, he then pulled his face off the pavement next.
"Look Ma, I'm roadkill! Ha-Ha-Ha!"
Getting up, Ben reinflated himself back to his normal shape and dusted himself off. The feather of his hat, which had not fallen directly with him, floated gently down and placed itself neatly back in the brim.
"Well, that was certainly a doozy of a fall! Next time, I'll act smart and take the stairs!" Ben chuckled, feeling more wild and free than he had ever felt in his life. He felt like he could take on the whole world and win!
"Whoa, Mama! Gotta hit the pubs! Maybe woo a couple of lovely ladies! Then maybe hit the slots and break them when they scam me of all my money!"
Ben strutted down the lanes, his hands on his hips and a pep in his step before he heard a shrill cry for help. His ear comically enlarged itself as he listened in to the cry and recognized the voice.
"Doth mine ears deceive me! Is that the voice of the lovely Mikan Tsumiki calling for help?!"
Spinning in place, Ben was now decked out in regal knight armor and riding on, of all things, an ostrich. Taking out a comically oversized lance, he thrust it forward as he kicked his noble steed into high gear.
"Fear not, mine fair lady! I shall becometh to your aid!"
Mikan Tsumiki was currently being cornered by several thugs, all of them wielding knives, chains, and one even had a lead pipe. The Soon-to-be Ultimate Nurse had just been going on an errand to get medical supplies for the entrance ceremony when she got jumped and pulled into the alleyways.
"She's certainly a good-looking treat, ain't she boys?" One of the thugs said, licking his lips in a way that did not make Mikan feel safe at all.
"Come on, can't we all share her? Sharing is caring, after all!" Another thug said, looking ready to drop his pants at a moment's notice.
Mikan squeezed her eyes shut, tears leaking out of her eyes as she braced for the worst. However, a loud whistle rang through everyone's ears, making the thugs cover them instinctively while Mikan saw a tall shadowy figure at the entrance to the alleyway, blowing on a comically large whistle.
"What the hell is up with you? Can't you see you're ruining our fun?!" Thug #1 barked as the figure grinned, his pearly white teeth glinting in the moonlight.
"Sorry, just blowing the Rape Whistle on this whole shin-dig. Ladies should be treated with more respect than this, y'know?"
"And what's it to you, Chuckles?" A big burly thug with mismatched teeth sneered as he loomed over the smiling figure, who simply threw away the whistle and took out a large pocket watch.
"I'm a man on a busy schedule, you see? And look at this, I'm right on time!"
"Time for what?" The big thug asked in confusion as the figure grinned.
"Right on time to rip off your nose, pull your underwear over your head, shove a grenade up your fat dump truck ass and send you STRAIGHT TO HELL!"
Before the big burly thug could respond, the pocket watch dinged as the figure grabbed his nose and yanked as hard as he could, ripping it right off. The thug barely had time to scream before he was given an atomic wedgie and had something shoved up his rectum, that something being an unpinned frag grenade.
"TELL THE DEVIL I LIKED HIS LATEST TWEET!"
Kicking the big thug into the air, the figure held his hand over his eyes as his victim exploded violently, raining bloody chunks everywhere and even catching one of his eyeballs.
"That's worth 10 points!"
The rest of the thugs gazed in horror at what the madman had just done to their heavy hitter. Their horror doubled when the lunatic turned around and gave them a deadly look, allowing them to see his full features.
Asides from his snazzy attire, his head was lime green in coloration, his red eyes wide and unhinged, and his straight white teeth clenched in a smile that promised eternal suffering for the attempted rapists.
As for Mikan, she was paralyzed to where she was, unable to look away at the figure who had just saved her life. She wanted to be grateful, and she was, but she was also frozen in fear.
"H-He just killed Ton!" Thug #1 gasped.
"W-What did he do?! He just pulled out all that stuff outta nowhere!" Thug #2 whimpered. However, it was at this moment that the green-faced figure zipped up to the thugs as they all locked up in terror.
"Hey, don't worry about what I just did, you guys are gonna get...SO MUCH WORSE!"
The green-faced man's eyes glowed a violent red as he took out a pair of chainsaws and then noticed Mikan was still there. Quickly, he zipped over to her, the chainsaws he was holding floating in mid-air as he scooped her up bridal-style and zoomed all the way back to Hope's Peak's dormitory.
"I hope you are doing quite well, fair maiden. And please, tell the higher-ups of this lovely school about the new Ultimate in town; THE ULTIMATE MADMAN!"
Giving Mikan a big fat kiss on the lips, the green-faced figure zoomed back to the thugs in the alleyway, grabbing his chainsaws and revving them up as he smiled wickedly.
"They say life without pain has no meaning. Gentlemen...PREPARE TO RECEIVE MEANING!"
Laughing, Ben dashed towards the screaming thugs. What followed would be considered so horrific, that I could not bring myself to write it into words because it's that gruesome. Just use your imagination or watch the Texas Chainsaw Massacre movies to get a better idea of what Ben is doing to these rapist scum.
Groaning, Ben slowly opened his eyes to hear birds chirping in the distance. Getting up and rubbing the sleep out, he then got out of bed and stretched before realizing he wasn't in his pajamas and was instead in his regular school uniform.
"Huh, I must have forgotten to change before I passed out..." Sighing, the young Reserve Course student went to take a shower. After he finished freshening up, his TV turned on as he saw it was news coverage.
"This just in, a group of criminal thugs notorious for sexually assaulting young women have all been found brutally murdered in an alleyway this morning." The newswoman said as Ben sat down on his bed to listen to the news. However, he paled in horror when he saw the mutilated and shredded bodies of the thugs being shown in pictures as well as the bloody body bags that were being carted to the morgue.
"Oh my god, oh my god..." Turning around, Ben then saw the mask he found last night was on his bed and did the only thing he could do.
He screamed bloody murder.
Hajime was awoken to the sound of Ben screaming. Quickly running to his friend's dorm room, he swung open the door to hear the sound of vomiting coming from the bathroom and made his way over to see Ben was puking his guts up in the toilet.
"Ben, what the hell is wrong?!" Hajime asked in concern as Ben lifted his head from the toilet and looked at his friend with eyes that had seen the most unholy thing imaginable.
"H-Hajime...I-I found a mask, I put it on, I thought it was a dream, I...Oh god...!"
Ben threw his head back into the toilet and resumed upchucking everything he ate in the past 24 hours. Hajime turned to see the mask in question laying on Ben's bed and walked over to it.
"This mask is what scared him? Looks pretty harmless to me..."
Putting the mask to his face, Hajime hummed as it didn't seem like anything was wrong with it. Putting on Ben's nightstand, the Reserve Course student moved to help out his friend through what he could only assume was a really bad nightmare.
"Mikan, are you ready for the Entrance Ceremony?" Mahiru Koizumi, the soon-to-be Ultimate Photographer said as she knocked on the door to Mikan's dorm room.
Mahiru was a cute young woman with fair skin and freckles dotted across her cheeks. She had vivid red hair cut in a short, smooth bob, with choppy bangs. Her eyes were dark olive green. She wore an olive-green school jumper with a cream and orange tie, as well as matching knee-high socks and shoes.
"Hmm? O-Oh! Hold on a minute!"
Mahiru heard sounds of stumbling, crashing, and cries of distress coming from, inside her friend's dorm but out of respect for Mikan's privacy, she didn't come in. Soon, Mikan opened the door, wearing her signature clothes and bowing her head.
"I'm so sorry for keeping you, Mahiru-Chan!"
"Hey, it's no problem. I'd say we still have plenty of time before the ceremony begins. Come on, let's meet our new classmates."
As Mikan followed Mahiru to the auditorium of Hope's Peak Academy, she couldn't help but think back to last night and the mysterious crazy green-faced man who saved her. She didn't know why, but he seemed extremely familiar. She also touched her lips as she remembered the fact that he kissed her after rescuing her and bringing her back to the dormitory.
"That person...who was he, really?"
Next Time: Meeting the Ultimates!
In the next chapter, we'll be introducing the rest of the Danganronpa cast we all know and love! And Ben is the Reserve Course Guest of Honor to meet these amazingly talented young minds!