The sixteen of us arrived at the cafeteria still shaken at the fact that we've been forced into a killing game against one another. I knew I had to unite everyone before they started targeting each other. First, I had to learn the identities of the other ten students we didn't meet before Monokuma dropped that bombshell. After we all sat down, I began the conversation.

"Alright, so first things first I think everyone should go around the room and introduce themselves if we're going to be stuck here for a while we should at least try to be friends." One boy who sat across from me scoffed at my proposal, he wore a red jacket and was a little on the heavy side.

"Why to bother one of us will just try to kill to escape sooner or later, why become friends when we need to kill to survive."

Wendy fired back at him at that statement, "because we need to work together, I'm sure if we do we will find an escape and survive." It's good to see at least one person agreed with me and as I looked around the room that one turned into fifteen. Everyone except the heavyset kid was alright with sharing and so we began.

"I'll start," I said, "my name is Michael Mendoza, but everyone just calls me Mike, and I'm the Ultimate Politician."

"How'd you get that title" the boy with the green hat who approached me back in the auditorium asked. It was strange when he asked that memory somehow returned to me and I remembered the reason.

"Before my family was forced to move I was the youngest person ever elected to my state's Senate." "Impressive" he responded.

"Mike you remembered another fact about yourself," Butters said in excitement.

"You're right" I replied, "if we all ask each other that question as we go around we might gain another memory."

"I'll go next," Butters said. "My name is Leo Stotch but everyone calls me Butters, and I'm the Ultimate Child Psychologist."

"How'd you get that title," Wendy asked. "I remember now" he answered, and as he did I saw the light leave his eyes and his smile turn to a frown.

"It's uh a long story that I really don't like to talk about." I saw his eyes water I began to worry that pushing him farther might make things more difficult.

"You can tell us whenever you're ready it doesn't have to be now," I said trying to save him from falling apart. He sniffled as he looked at me "thanks, Mike."

We continued to go around the table as the six I met introduced themselves. As Craig finished his turn, each of them began telling us the story of the way they gained their titles. Wendy hacked a terror cell and released all their info on the internet, Bebe's designs won the best design at her very first fashion show, Kenny unfortunately still couldn't remember anything and I could tell when he told the others that suspicion fell on him instantly.

Tweek's homemade coffee recipe was bought by major coffee chains around the globe and Craig was the youngest person ever to do repairs and experiments on the international space station. Next up was the boy in the green hat.

"My name is Kyle, Kyle Broflowski and I'm the Ultimate Rabbi," he said.

"How'd you get that title," Craig asked. "I was the youngest to ever be given the title of Rabbi in the history of Judaism."

"That's quite an achievement," I said in response. He nodded in gratitude.

Looking to his left there was a boy in a blue hat and red hat, "my name is Stan Marsh and I'm the Ultimate Veterinarian." "I was the youngest person to earn a medical degree with a specialization in animal care.

Next to him was a girl in all black, clearly goth, she had a pack of cigarettes in her hand. "Henrietta Biggle, Ultimate Satanist. I got that title when the police raided and arrested the satanic cult I created, I was given that title because the government saw me as a leader and wanted me to use my leadership skills for the country, not that I agreed, damn conformists."

Next to him was the boy who didn't care for this activity, "Eric Cartman, Ultimate NEET."

"What does NEET stand for" Butters asked.

"You stupid or something," he asked clearly annoyed at the question. "It means not in education, employment, or training." "Don't ask how I got it because I ain't none of your business." He's a salty one, I'll have to keep my guard up around him.

"Next," I said. Sitting next to him was a girl in a green jacket, considering our situation she seemed perkier then she should have.

"I'm Heidi Turner, and I'm the Ultimate Gardener."

"I can only guess how you got that one," Eric asked clearly not caring for the answer.

"I grew the biggest garden in the world, it fed a third world country for a year. I like helping people and I've always had a green thumb, that's how I got my title." She completely ignored Eric which he didn't seem to like. There were three boys and one girl left to go.

"I'm Token, Token Black, and I'm the Ultimate Heir, my family is well known, we own the marketing firm Black enterprises."

"Oh, I know you guys," Bebe said. "You used one of my designs in your promotional ads a while back."

"Sounds about right" he replied feeling rather proud of himself.

The boy in a red shirt began next, "I'm Clyde Donavan and I'm the Ultimate Athlete."

"How'd you win that title," Craig asked in a joking manner, "were you the youngest Olympic Athlete or something?"

"Actually yes" Clyde replied. His reply caught Craig off guard and Tweek chuckled at his reaction. Next was the girl sitting next to him "Nichole Daniels, I'm the ultimate author." "How'd you get that title," Wendy asked. "I've had more best sellers in a shorter time span than any other author."

Wendy was impressed by her answer the look of amazement on her eyes was truly one of admiration.

"Last but not least," I said to the boy sitting next to me, he had crutches on probably due to some disability. "I'm Jimmy Valmer, and I'm the Ultimate Comedian" he stuttered. "I've had more sold out comedy shows than any other comedian and I'm only eighteen."

"Congrats," I said to him. "Why thank you." The introductions were over and the smiles that everyone had left the room as we all began to realize the next discussion topic.

"So are we going to talk about the giant black and white bear in the room," Jimmy asked trying to lighten the mood.

"We have to," I said. "The fact of the matter is this, the bear wants us to kill each other, but we aren't going to give him what he wants."

"Then how do you expect us to survive, are we supposed to spend the rest of our lives on this ship," Kyle asked.

"I checked the Kitchen earlier and theirs a food stock that could feed us for at least a decade" Nichole answered. "We have the basic necessities."

"But what about our families," Tweek asked a concerned tone in his voice. "We can't forget that we all have people waiting for us back home!"

"Coffee head is right ya know," a familiar and unwelcome voice said. Out of nowhere Monokuma appeared in a chair that was not there a few moments ago sitting right in between Eric and Henrietta.

"You can pretend that all ya need to do is live out your days peacefully but the fact of the matter is people have killed to see their families again and that's a good enough motive as any for you to kill too."

"Get lost Monokuma crawl back to whatever hole you came from," I said standing up.

"Whatever ya say but just so you know I've left something in your rooms for you all, it'll give you all the motive you need to kill." "Also, it is now 10pm, nighttime hours start now, while you're not required to stay in your rooms you can't sleep anywhere else so get some rest now you want to be alert and on guard from this point on. Later!"

With that, he disappeared and we all looked at each other. "Let's all make an agreement," I said. "No one leaves their rooms at night time, if we agree to that then no one will have to fear an attack and can sleep soundly." "Or at least as soundly as one could sleep in these circumstances."

They all agreed and we adjourned to our rooms for the evening, the cabin doors each had a fingerprint scanner so there's no concern about someone breaking in at least. For now, I need to sleep because come tomorrow the game will be on and I need to make sure no blood is spilled.

The next day I awoke to find Monokuma's "gift" that he claimed to have left for each of us last night. I was so exhausted after all the action I completely forgot about it. "Might as well see what he left me." When I turned on the video it said, Mike Mendoza's motive video. So, he's giving us a reason to kill. The screen then said, "who's the most important person in your life?" After that, it was just a black screen. I suppose it did make some sense, between the drugging of my food, and all the dangerous substances they put into my body, my parents were barely around for me anyway, and with no siblings to speak of I was always on my own. I put down the video and saw something else, it was a student tablet that could only be unlocked by the fingerprint of the owner. I unlocked it to see a few tabs, "school rules, map, evidence app, and messenger." I opened the messenger app and the screen showed the others and who of them was online. Big surprise no one was on they probably haven't checked it out yet.

I freshened up and went to the cafeteria. We all agreed to eat together every day so at the very least we can discuss the motive videos. When I got there, I saw Heidi and Tweek cooking and making coffee. With Heidi being a gardener and Tweek a barista, they were our designated chefs.

"Good morning," I said. They replied "good morning" they both had smiles on my face that made me believe they probably didn't see their motive videos yet.

We agreed to eat at 8:30 every morning since Monokuma woke us up at 8. As 8:30 rolled around, Kyle, Stan, Token, Butters and Wendy walked in said their good mornings and took their seats, the same ones they had yesterday, there is something to be said for consistency. Around 8:45 Clyde, Kenny, and Nichole walked in a little late but not too late. Finally, around 9, the stragglers arrived, Craig, Eric, Henrietta, and Jimmy. With that fifteen of us had arrived.

"Hang on has anyone seen Bebe yet today," Wendy asked. Now that she mentioned it Bebe was noticeably absent.

"Oh uh, she passed by early this morning she said she was gonna check out the library" Tweek answered.

"Early this morning," I asked, "how long have you and Heidi been up?"

"Two hours, we wanted to prep breakfast for you all." I could tell the sentiment was appreciated around the room.

"She knew breakfast was at 8:30 right" Nichole asked.

"I reminded her when she walked by and she nodded and smiled" Heidi answered.

"Something's wrong I can feel it," Wendy said. "I'm going to go look for her."

"You shouldn't go alone," I said. "Butters, Kenny, you guys come with me and Wendy everyone else stays here, more searchers just means more chaos." With that, the four of us left the room walked down the staircase and made our way to the library. I went to open the door when I caught a glance at Wendy she was terrified.

"Listen, Wendy, we may not like what we find in there are you sure you want to continue?"

"I'm not so weak as to back down when my friend is in danger." With that I opened the door, the library was big two stories of books.

"Will cover more ground if we split up," I said. "Butters, Wendy you search down here, Kenny you're with me."

We went up the stairs as the two began to search the ground floor. It didn't take me that long to find who we were looking for, I'll never forget what I felt at that moment.

"Uh, guys," I said panic rising in my voice. "I found her." The other three ran over to me and had the same look of terror in their eyes. What we saw was evil, cruel, and despair-inducing. We saw Bebe Stevens, the Ultimate Fashionista stabbed in the back.