Disclaimer: I do not own Danganronpa or Team Fortress 2. Credits to the developers, scilicet, Spike Chunsoft, Valve, and The Orange Box. I hereby give gratitude to the development team in recognition of their creations and their innovations. My knowledge of both of these creations will not be put into complication by the reason that I will create this kind of fanfiction which will be mandatory and efficiently affect my very status in the media. Constructive criticisms and reviews are endorsed and upheld appropriately. Read in your volition. Thank you for reading.
This is a What-If Story for the question of having the tenth class in Team Fortress 2! Non-Despair HPA AU after the prologue soon!
Prologue: Meet Makoto Naegi, The Surrogate!
Footage POV:
On a deserted landscape filled with barren, desolately disheveled huts combined all together in disarray. Inside the corridors of those huts owned the very company in the property as the battlefield went on, namely Mann Corporation, Two certain phalanxes opposed to each other's military prowess with wielded firearms endlessly firing and mowing down as bullets sprung, putting a storm in the chaotic field. The setting scenery turns its eye to a certain RED skinny, lissome man with a squared cap attached with an earpiece, yelping helplessly as he sprinted as he could. Sported with a red, short-sleeved along with a plain, colorless, yet also short-sleeved that seems halved of the length of the jeans' sleeves that surpasses the arches of the feet of its wearer black short, it was the defiantly Scout himself.
Bruised hard on both of his legs paralyzed with despondency with his bones, He laid down gently on the ground as if his fate was inevitably sealed reflecting with traumatic thoughts that his death will be laid on the floor he was laid with his weakened body for the skirmish as he fought for as a mercenary and a former member of RED Team.
"Doc, quick!", The skinny speedster exclaimed. And then a certain man came wearing a pure white coat that could be used during laboratory experiments and surgeries alike with a belt bordering his body and as well his clothes in the prevention of getting a tear around his buttoned coat by any unscathed, self-damaging means. At the end of both sleeves in his arms where red gloves are fastened covering the edges of those sleeves worn by the doctor. On his back was a battery with a cover of a straight cross symbol bolded and thickened with shades of red with a red container beside the battery pack.
Now with his extraordinary Medigun pointed to its caller, he pulled the switch but unfortunately to the doctor's favor, the skinny speedster who called him was eventually mowed down before he could beam him to recover his wounds and his health on the battlefield, leaving him lifeless on the spot as well as finalizing the Bostonian's fate of the battle his team fought for.
Thereupon the doctor was frightened with dismay and dread in reaction. Furthermore, he dragged the lifeless Bostonian away from the sight of his adversaries in prevention of dissecting his friend from the bullets of his enemies.
With Scout down in the meantime, Another certain man entered the scenery, a brunette by the looks of his was just a plain average-looking man of the main attributes nor the physiology with clover greenery eyes. Underestimating the structure of this man, He was armed with two Uzis to his hands in restraint pointing to the ground attired with a white coat vested with red on its torso separated by the white sleeves of his robe belted with gray jeans. He saw the lifeless speedster for a few seconds before he spoke to the doctor briefly asking for assistance with his lethal, war-crazed intentions as if he was premeditating an onslaught.
"Doc, keep the beam up to me and no restraints.", the brunette said before he faced the opposing phalanx brightened at his sight.
"Jawohl.", he natively spoke in response, adjusting his glasses before pulling the switch activating the device he brandished to pulse the red light to the 'luck-appealing' brunette.
"Let's show those fools what war had made them before they die.", the brunette boy said a smirk with a murderous cold intention before he twitched his face towards the light that illuminates his eyes as both the brunette and the doctor sauntered through light revealing the picture of chaos, proceeding to reach the bridge under the water.
They went forward beneath the bridge's roof of the battlefield, namely 2fort's center, after their mere exchange of words with the opposing BLU Team now in hindsight of his presence with guns and revvings directly pointing and echoing at the brunette and the white-coated doctor with a red light certainly landed on his comrade before the opposing team fired as the screen instantly blacked out in transition before the screen was replaced a certain background that implies:
Meet The Surrogate
As bullets mowed down boisterously, The brunette oversaw this confrontation by evading every bullet or attack that could sting him.
He therefore discharged with his dual Uzis rapidly and precisely landing on a bi-armed turret with its head doing the missiles as it exploded in riposte as well as its inventor who wore a hardhat and black-shaded goggles attired with blue as it corresponds with the dressing color palette.
They hence proceed to infiltrate the entrance to the right side, trekking the hallways as their infiltration was expectedly thwarted by the enemy team. The brunette's ally then immediately activated the Ubercharge directly at the Surrogate with his physique shaded with pure cerise, feeling invincible with electrical, yellowish eyes along with his reserve along with his comrades dyed with red as well.
He furthermore commenced to mow down their foes with his open-bolt, semi-automatic handguns in stimulation. One by one, he and his comrade handled the adversaries asserting a lot of dominance. By cardinal order, He first extirpated the blur of the BLU Team, then their marksman, the helmet-blindfolded soldier, and their one-eyed black cyclops too.
As he proceeded to rush to eliminate the very opposition out of their sights on him. In progression unbeknownst to him and unexpectedly, A certain formally worn man with a balaclava to cover his identity transparently lost his cloak and appeared out of nowhere and backstabbed with his butterfly knife directly at the doctor's back, screaming in panic before feeling traduced and weakened that his life has lost at the progression of the brunette's premeditated onslaught. Then the scenery froze-
"To my comprehension, I believe that war is described as eternal chaos, elegantly wreaking havoc."
In response to his doctor's shrieking, he fired instantaneously at the navy tuxedo-worn infiltrator, leaving him at the spot near his lifeless comrade making a French cheese out of his lifeless carcass slowly sealing his masked death. Thenceforth, He strode onwards as he was coincidentally impeded by certain BLU mercenaries. Thereon, The BLU opposition with their roadblock blasted him nevertheless that he dashed before he was repositioning himself reloading the magazines of both of his Uzis.
With his position precisely behind the roadblock seeing the wall with defensive facing on the front as if they were on a castle, his magazines full of ammunition, he knew that he outmaneuvered them with the roadblock unpreparedly set at the backline that obstructive positioning of the opposing team has no awareness or vision on the back like spikes are merely pasted on the front of the wall simply having a banausic, mundane purpose.
"After all, None in war hoped to overcome the devastation of war. Even triumphing over the trials of our times of humanity."
The brunette boy then puts up a bombardment of bullets from both of his Uzis, dualized for the matter, wounding them at arbitrary sections on their bodies paralyzed with their precious guns away of their hands with their feet immobilized, leaving only the Ubercharged Doctor and the Russian Brawn of the team. After the bullet rampage from the brunette, the brawn and its healing aid activating the Ubercharge to effect while the brawn of the falling team endeavored to mow the brunette down with clangers of bullets aiming at the dominant brunette, still evading the bullets nevertheless if he was tired, losing stamina time to time for every bullet he constantly dodged.
In this circumstance, he felt tired and weighed harder finding a path of cover to hit upon during his evasiveness, losing its grace. His mind then brought the brunette boy to realize that he brought a blade sheathed in his belt. With the idea in the marbles, He confronted the source of the storm at least three meters apart in the distance between those two silhouettes in the scenery.
*scoffs*
"Well, The truth is….war is something you cannot cease from the very force stomping on every pest who dared to cease its volition."
To the opposing BLU Team, it's child's play to single-handedly handle a crowded team with the brunette-boy's cockiness by reading a smirk on his face. On the upper hand though, the brunette drew his ace up to his sleeve as he drew from his sheath, a short-bladed blade, A Tachi? Surely, a well-made tachi can't have a sharp, stinging edge on the blade after he drew the scanty-lengthened Tachi. In reaction, the European Duo just cachinnated loudly when they first looked at the sword he took out, underestimating the force of the Japanese-ornamented blade without any perception of an edge from the brunette's valuable, mere blade as they kept mowing him down, still showering bullets at him as the brunette constantly dodges the cluster of bullets showered at his vision.
"Fighting the darkness within, we sweat of blood and tears."
Amidst the projectile hurricane of bullets blindly hitting the walls, the brunette manages to unearth a position to do what any sword wielder can't do, deflecting projectiles or in this case, a flurry of bullets coming at the brunette. In preparation, he formed a stance with his blade in its critical place, voluntarily ready to do the inconceivable to most swordsmen out of his country, The Land of the Rising Sun, Japan.
"Mourning vengeance along the voices of rage echoing in this battlefield as I sheathed the wrathful edge of my sword."
And when the duo did take note of his stance, the Russian Brawn of the opposing BLU Team shifted the firing of his minigun to the brunette showering the pest continuously. To the brawn's astonishment, the brunette at his sight swiftly reflexed with his blade at both of his hands, deflecting the shower ricocheting some of the bullets back to the sender, having a match for the BLU Medic's Medigun recovery rate of his beam as somehow the brawn of the team's minigun suddenly ran out of its ammunition as clanks are to be heard. They tried to flee, but it was no use.
"As war is to be feared, embraced of, with cold servility by solid blood that lies stirred and boiled."
The situation went catawampus for the BLU Team, retreating at the sight of the brunette, whose display of his blade was undeniably the most unexpected tide of this battle they had witnessed. With now the favor on his hands putting forth his Tachi demonstrated as of now having cratered, laciniate edges that can make a man bled hard and eligible of cutting a tough cookie's head off. He then rushed forward ignoring the brawn of the panicked doctor as he used one of his feet kicking the consultant backwards as the brunette precisely positioned himself with his blade, under his thighs diagonally slicing the consultant's head with an astounding crescent slash landing on the doctor's throat up asunder with his head oozing blood with the body along with like a red fountain of death forming red lacustrine ponds.
"Guiding the lifelessness war carries in its execrable breath."
He then continued the carnage in finalization, with the blade as well in its stance assembled for the next victim to taste the very lifeless, stale death to the Russian Brawn. In response, the brawn flailed in panic with his fists blindly landing as the brunette then positioned himself sturdy and inclined along with his blade at its stance as well wielded from both of his hands as he slashed hardly enough on the Russian Brawn's throat as he did to the consultant heretofore thus putting a satisfactory halt to the brunette's carnage.
"Even your hope cannot withstand its darkness that bequeaths only death."
He advanced to wound rest the of them with one bullet per enemy in hindsight to assure that they're presumed dead before the brunette scurried to safeguard his allies, nominally classified as the RED Team in hopes to take the victory of this battle by pilfering the intelligence in his favor ahead before going back to his base by using the underground of the battlefield, in incomprehension sewers. He swam there with the stolen intelligence or the necessary briefcase without letting the case have its papers soaked reaching its intelligence's destination to be stored.
"As our victories swelled in the blood of our carnage, becoming useless, disposable, yet redundant."
After the pilfer and rectifying their situation via retrieving the intelligence, The certain brunette along with his vivid allies went inside the section where the interview nor the monologue is somewhat to be heard and taken place. And with that said, His allies left their brunette ally intact with their goodbyes to be hearkened as his eyes are directly stared at the camera with his expression was suddenly deadpanned saying:
"And I hope this would help you if you take heed.", as the brunette pulls a shotgun from a desk offscreen where it is put on top, cocking it before pointing it head-on to the screen with a terrifying gaze.
"Sayonara...", as he pulled the trigger with his shotgun before the screen in transition was barged with his face on some image zooming out slightly with his crew. As the image shows him gestured like a samurai with a blade unsheathed to the right next to the muffled mask with peculiar mercenaries on their gestures as if they formed a stance, iconically at hindsight of a certain audience recognizing the iconic crew of Team Fortress 2 as their final cut to the video.
Fortunately, an epilogue was in play with the brunette greeting the crew again within the dressing room all attired of red for battle or not, unsure to do so.
"So, any plans?", the brunette asked with a raised eyebrow.
In response, his red attired allies agreed in synchronization to do so.
"Alright!", A Boston-accent skinny man quickly said, taking it lightly of his question.
"Affirmative, Cadet!", A prideful man with a helmet covering his eyes as if he was blind if he wears it often in that manner.
"Hmmph-Hmph-Hmmph-Hmph!", The man wore a unique gas mask just muffled in response, without any interpretation.
"Much obliged, sir!", A certain Texan-accent man with a hardhat and black-shaded goggles giddily said in merry with a fist raised in fervor.
"Heavy says yes.", A gigantic man uttered with a sash garnished with bullets in an array at his chest.
"Aye, lad.", A black-skinned, heavy Scottish-accented man with a black eyepatch said.
"Yeah!", An Aussie man with shaded glasses declared with enthusiasm.
"Ja.", An white-coated ally of his onslaught that he lost his life tediously and tonelessly stated.
"But of course!", A balaclava guisard whose mouth unmummered gave a voice in reply.
As all of the brunette's allies gave him an amiable, receptive reply, The crew except the brunette himself gave him various firearms for his arsenal of guns as his collection as he placed on the ground, giving himself some time to do before he put his right hand to his left wrist with a distinctive watch worn, positioning the watch-looking device's glass to the firearms on the ground, scanning them firsthand before consuming them with its ammunition as well. Then, the light from the wrist device faded after the activation and consumption. Without further ado, They all proceeded to go to the 2fort battlefield once more for another chaotic killing time. This is the RED Team along with The Surrogate. And this is Team Fortress 2!
"EEEEYYYAAAAAA!"
"YEEEEEEEEHHHAAAWW!"
"Give 'em a gobful!"
"Let's do this!"
"LET'S DOOO ITTT!"
"AAATTTAACCCKKK!"
And as the scenery watches the gang go out through the light, vanished alongside with the dawning rays that cover their presence, the camera slightly whirls to the point of a file of the certain brunette that brought out the onslaught with the sounds of cruel, discombobulate war echoing as the file reads the information before the footage instantaneously vanishes to black:
Employee Name: Naegi Makoto
Class: Surrogate
Job: Solo Job Substitution
Sub-Enrollment: Hope's Peak Academy (Contemporarily)
Likes: Curries & Trendings
Dislikes: Dried Mackerel & Dried Bean Curd
Date of Birth: February 5th
Age Hired: 15
Age: 16
Weapons:
Primary: Dual Uzis, Double-Barreled Shotgun
Melee: Tachi
PDA: Weapon Pocketwatch
Contraptions: N/A
From the beautiful blossoming world of Japan, The Surrogate is one ordinary, tender boy to see in the sights of the people around him. However, he may be the lamest, and a frail individual in all of Japan, if you overlook his potential and talent, He is one adept, experienced person after his first days as a neophytic newcomer of Mann Corporation, capable of his skills like Close Quarters Combat, Culinary Skills, Japanese Swordsmanship, and so on by the help of his crew with a whopping 7 miscellaneous PhDs obtained in a year by his sheer dedication in the innovation of his company that employed him. His past lingers concealed without any trace in the face of globalization before he was brought in from the coldness of humanity, nor the blizzards of the ignorant bliss of their prestige.
[Team Fortress 2 OST - Main Theme]
There! The prologue of this fanfic is well-accomplished. Gonna say! The personality traits I bestowed to Makoto Naegi are monotonously tasteless although this prologue specifies that he is to be feared, cold-hearted, and placid in the battlefield of bloodshed in clarification. But anyways, readers. It's time to emphasize my idea for The Ultimate Lucky Student, Makoto Naegi's Class, The Surrogate, and put out any effect I could think of, rhetorically and logically speaking.
The Surrogate is the most versatile of the mercenaries as forthwith. His bundle of melee weapons in his arsenal is capable of deflecting bullets as well as sending them back to its senders which is helpful against confrontations combined with the effects of deflection on the blade as if it was sharpened, perpetrating more damage. Another attribute if he holds a melee weapon is he can fling himself with great mobility, giving Surrogate another scary mobility tool. His default device, Weapon Pocketwatch is capable of restocking nearby allies' ammunition to half with their guns' apparent ammunition, giving the team a great advantage during a protracted mowdown. The design and function of the watch are provided with two blue equidistant, square bars bordering the corners of the screen, giving it just two uses after spawn when used once. It is also refillable after consuming an ammo-pickup. Dual semi-automatic handguns and shotguns are his primary weapon of choice. His health is an adequate 150 with an average speed of 111%.
Default Weapons Stats:
Micro Uzis:
Magazine Ammo Possibly Stored: 40
Total Ammo Possibly Stored: 120
Damage Dealt: 4 - 9
Crit Damage: 16 - 25
Can perform knockback damage by 10 by pressing G to perform a kick. Performable during reload.
DPS (Double-Barreled) Shotgun:
Magazine Ammo Possibly Stored: 2
Total Ammo Possibly Stored: 10
Damage Dealt: 10 × 6 = 60
Crit Damage: 30 × 6 = 180
Can perform knockback damage by 10 by pressing G to perform a quick jab with the gun in-wield or a kick.
Tachi (Medium Blade)
Damage Dealt: 50
Critical Damage Dealt: 150
Damage Dealt with neither Full Stacks: 51 - 60
Critical Damage Dealt with neither Full Stacks: 151 - 160
Damage by Deflection: ½ of bullet damage
Critical Damage by Deflection: ⅘ of bullet damage
Dash Skill: Press R to dash to deal damage by 40 when handled. Guaranteed Crit after deflecting 10 bullets. Crits can stack up to 5 times. Cannot be distributed by switching guns.
This skill is accessible by wielding this weapon. Cooldown by 6 seconds after use. The Crit stacks reset to zero by switching weapons.
Deflecting a maximum of ten bullets enhances melee damage by 1. Can be stacked up to 10 times. Resets after respawn.
Dash Skill Crit Damage: 60
Strategies:
The Surrogate is capable of fending off bullets by melee except for explosive projection or any miscellaneous, so rushing at certain classes like Soldier, Demoman, and Pyro is your priority. Beware of LVL 3 Turrets as well! They can obliterate the lining of your teammates and crowd-control effortlessly and keep an eye on Engineers as well!
Always stay behind certain tanky classes like Heavy, Demoman, and Soldier. They are proponentally effective for and during a mowdown combined with a Medic for cover.
Certain maps with fewer ammo-pickups are remote and hard to get, providing this class with quite another remarkable advantage. Additionally, spawn-points nearby defending a line are effective for the Surrogate, allotting a loophole playstyle in this type of circumstantial mowdown in the form of defense nearby at the sight of the need of sustenance.
The Surrogate can carry only one contraption. For example, the Dead Ringer, giving him a reckless, irrational playstyle at times. Because of that, this class can act precipitously thanks to the contraption, set and equipped at hand. Depending on the attributes of the contraption in-wield, The Surrogate is far more capable of banking various attributes to perform spectacular displays of aptitude depending on the contraption equipped for utilization in battle with the role of a fuelless camion, especially providing ammunition for your allies and by mandatory means by his ammo-watch combined.
In my opinion, if this concept went fit for the competitive scene of the masterpiece, Team Fortress 2, The Surrogate would be one of the most recommended and highly picked classes that brings offensive, defensive, and passive-aggressive methods and spectacles during teamfights along with the information I just mentioned earlier. Just imagine the original Danganronpa protagonist that eventually took an opportunity to be hired by one of the most known and distinguished, fictional companies in the vast culture of gaming, simply known as Mann Corporation. But no worries, This is just an idea of mine in contribution to this crossover fanfiction. Anyways, I hope you enjoy reading this! And I'll give you a detailed piece of advice, a tip on how to make a prologue.
Tip: Writing a prologue must be short of words by chapter and verse. It must have an introduction to the perception of the setting and the characters, metaphorically elucidating. Take mine as an example, for a less but vast illustration, having only 3 thousand words approximately and also having the illustration of those sceneries as well, precisely and don't forget to double-check any flaws! Any splendiferous idea or theming you can formulate helps the background of the story that can impress the readers! Less scenery, the more concise the story has to show without making dullness. Hope this advice helps! Detailed relationships between the crew and Naegi will be there soon!
