Author's Note:

Why am I doing this to myself? Why am I starting another Fanfic when I already have three others that still need to be finished? The answer? Because I'm absolutely crazy. And this gives me another option of what to work on.

So, anyway, welcome to another Total Drama/Danganronpa Crossover Fanfic! A lot of these have been done in the past, it seems. Actually, my personal favorite-Heroi Oscura's "Total Danganronpa"- was actually one of the first fanfics I ever read-and was also the story that got me into the Danganronpa lore. So a big shoutout to him for the inspiration for this story.

As this suggests, this is going to be like Danganronpa, but with Total Drama characters-specifically the First-Generation characters, meaning everyone from TDI-TDWT will show up-with the exception of Blainely, that is. Just like Danganronpa, they are trapped in a building with everyone's favorite bear, Monokuma, and will remain there for the rest of their lives...unless someone kills someone else.

There are certainly lots of questions to be had-and those questions will (hopefully) be answered in this story. But one thing to keep in mind is that this won't be a complete cut and paste of Danganronpa. There are a few things that I kept out-such as an initial execution to start things off. But the premise, including the investigations and the trials-will remain the same. It'll be a true test of my skills to put in the clues needed for the cases to be solved-and it'll be interesting to see who you think is going to die. Because I'm going to say it right here: no one is safe.

With that chilling note, let's jump right into the action.

She slowly opened her eyes, her head throbbing in pain. She sat up, realizing that she had been lying at a desk in what appeared to be an empty classroom. A few scattered equations were sketched out on the blackboard, but that was it.

The girl slowly rubbed her eyes and brushed her teal-black hair back. "Okay…where the hell am I?" she asked.

Gwen—Super Total Drama Stereotype: The Loner

She slowly got to her feet, swaying slightly as her head continued to throb. What had happened? The last thing she remembered was…actually, she didn't really remember much. Just something about coming to…some sort of party? Reunion? What was it?

Gwen looked around the room again, finally noticing what was truly odd: there were no windows in the room. Where they should've been were large metal plates that appeared to be bolted to the wall.

She walked to the plates, tapping her knuckles against one of them. Solid. Completely solid. She tugged on the plate, but it wouldn't budge.

She turned around then and saw a door on the other side of the room. On the door was a piece of paper. She walked over and took the note off.

Dear Students,

Upon waking up, please report to the gymnasium

-Your Headmaster-

"Headmaster?" Gwen thought. "Is this some sort of school? And what's with this symbol?" She traced the symbol at the bottom of the note. "Hope's Peak? What's that?"

Shaking her head, she opened the door, finding herself in a long hallway. A sign pointed her in the direction of the gym. As she was about to start, another door opened up and a boy stumbled out, rubbing his temples. "God, my head," he groaned.

Gwen gasped. "Trent?"

Trent looked up. "Gwen?"

Trent—Super Total Drama Stereotype: The Cool Guy

"You're here too?" Gwen asked.

"Apparently. Do you know what the hell's going on?"

"No clue. I remember…some sort of party or reunion. And then I just woke up here."

"Same here," Trent confirmed. "Well, at least we're not alone."

Gwen blushed slightly. "You know we're not dating anymore, right?"

"Well, yeah…I wasn't trying to imply anything. I'm just glad I'm not here alone, you know?"

"Uh…yeah…" Gwen said slowly.

"Anyway, there was a creepy note on the door of the room I woke up in saying to go to the gym. I think we'll find our answers there."

"Then let's go," Gwen decided before muttering, "I swear, if this has anything to do with McLean…"

The two walked down the hall in silence. Gwen could still hardly believe that Trent was there. They hadn't seen each other since Total Drama had ended. They had parted on good terms, of course…but they had sort of lost touch in the past year.

It didn't take them long to reach the gym. Trent put his hand on the door handle and slowly pushed the door in. For a moment, the two were blinded by a bright light. But as her eyes got adjusted, Gwen took in the scene…and cursed. "God damnit."

The room was occupied by twenty-two other young men and women. But these weren't just random strangers—these were all former Total Drama contestants.

"Yeah, that was my reaction too being stuck here," Heather agreed with a scoff.

Heather—Super Total Drama Stereotype: The Queen Bee

"Seriously, does Chris have anything better to do than come up with new ways to torture us?" Duncan questioned, twirling his knife in boredom.

Duncan—Super Total Drama Stereotype: The Delinquent

"Past experience would tell us otherwise," Harold spoke up. "He's a creature of habit, and his habit is to force us all to play his stupid games."

Harold—Super Total Drama Stereotype: The Dweeb

"Shut it, Harold," Duncan told him. "We all know Chris is an asshole."

"So…what, is this supposed to be another season of Total Drama?" Geoff asked, clutching Bridgette's hand tightly.

"If it is, I'm glad we're both competing this time," Bridgette replied as the two began to kiss.

Geoff—Super Total Drama Stereotype: The Party Guy

Bridgette—Super Total Drama Stereotype: The Surfer Girl

"But how did we get here?" Beth wondered. "And why did we all wake up in separate rooms?"

Beth—Super Total Drama Stereotype: The Nice Girl

"We were drugged, obviously." Courtney let out an annoyed sigh and shook her fist at the ceiling. "You'll be hearing from my lawyers, Chris! This is so against my contract!"

Courtney—Super Total Drama Stereotype: The Type A

"Yeah!" Eva agreed, slamming a fist into her palm. "You're a dead man, McLean!"

Eva—Super Total Drama Stereotype: The Female Bully

"Don't worry, Codykins!" Sierra pulled a struggling Cody towards her. "I'll make sure mean old Chris doesn't hurt you!"

"Agh! Sierra!" Cody tried to wrench himself free from his stalker's grip to no avail. "Can't—breathe—"

Sierra—Super Total Drama Stereotype: The Stalker

Cody—Super Total Drama Stereotype: The Jock

"Aw, look on the bright side, guys," Owen spoke up. "At least we're all together again!"

Owen—Super Total Drama Stereotype: The Funniest Guy Around

"That's not a reason to celebrate," Heather snootily replied.

"Girl, no one got time for your bullshit right now," Leshawna scolded her. "We already got enough of that about to come our way."

Leshawna—Super Total Drama Stereotype: The Sister with 'Tude

"Speaking of our annoying host, anybody notice that he's not here yet?" Noah pointed out.

Noah—Super Total Drama Stereotype: The Schemer

"Dude's probably just trying to make a dramatic entrance," DJ guessed.

"Yes, that would fit with Chris's style perfectly," Alejandro agreed.

DJ—Super Total Drama Stereotype: The Brickhouse with Heart

Alejandro—Super Total Drama Stereotype: The Arch Villain

"Well, wherever Chris is, I'm sure he'll show up eventually," Justin guessed, examining his reflection in his handheld mirror. "And then we can get on with this game.

Justin—Super Total Drama Stereotype: The Eye Candy

"Oh, what if he drops down from the ceiling?" Lindsay wondered, looking up at the ceiling. "That would be dramatic."

Lindsay—Super Total Drama Stereotype: The Dumb Princess

"Oh my gosh, that would be so, totally dramatic," Katie gushed.

"Totally dramatic," Sadie agreed.

Katie—Super Total Drama Stereotype: The Sweet Girl

Sadie—Super Total Drama Stereotype: The Sweet Girl's Best Friend

"No good!" Izzy dropped down from the ceiling. "There's nothing up there but lights and wires. And some cobwebs."

Izzy—Super Total Drama Stereotype: The Psycho Hose Beast

"What I want to know is why Homeschool over there isn't a radioactive feral creature still," Duncan said, gesturing to where Ezekiel was standing, looking more human than his feral form that Gwen last remembered him to be.

"I got better, ay," Ezekiel defended himself. "And this time, I'm going to be the last one standing, ay."

Ezekiel: Super Total Drama Stereotype: The Home-Schooled Guy

"You say that every time," Duncan reminded him. "And every time you get kicked off first."

"Yeah, but this time it's going to be different," Ezekiel declared.

"You say that every time too," Courtney added.

Suddenly, a microphone screeched. "Mic test, mic test!" a raspy, rough voice blared out. "Am I coming through okay?"

"Who the hell is that?" Duncan asked.

"That doesn't sound like Chris," Beth realized.

"Show yourself, whoever you are!" Courtney demanded.

"All right, all right, no need to get your panties in a twist." There was a rumbling from the other side of the gym, where a podium had been set up. Seconds later, there was a burst of movement as…something popped out of the ground.

Gwen blinked, trying to figure out if she was dreaming. The…thing looked like a stuffed bear—only it was unlike any she had ever seen before. The bear's right half was completely white with a black eye, but the right side was pure black with a jagged, glowing red eye and a sinister grin. The bear's muzzle and belly were also white, with an unusually large belly button.

"What the hell are you?" Heather asked.

The bear looked offended. "I'm not a what! I'm Monokuma!"

"Where's Chris?" Geoff asked. "Or Chef?"

"You mean that washed up TV host with the bad hair and the dopey sidekick?" Monokuma chortled. "Sorry, toots; I'm your headmaster at this school, not those two!"

"Headmaster? School?" Harold repeated. "What is this?"

Monokuma leered at them. "You Total Drama contestants are celebrities, bringing hope to millions of viewers around the world. But to protect our little beacons of hope, yeh gotta remain here at the newly established Canadian branch of Hope's Peak Academy."

"Remain here?" Trent repeated. "As in, we can't leave?"

"Correctomundo!"

"Oh, please," Heather scoffed. "This is obviously a trick set up by Chris."

"No trick," Monokuma insisted. "Yer all going to be stuck in school for the rest of your lives."

"Say what?!" Leshawna exclaimed as the rest of the room went into an uproar.

"You can't keep us in here!" Eva growled.

"We got rights, ey!" Ezekiel agreed.

Monokuma raised his little bear arms for silence. "Don't worry, it's not so bad in here. We've got plenty of air coming in, and there's enough food in the kitchen to last a lifetime. Or twenty-four lifetimes, in this case. But…" At this, the bear seemed to get more excited. "For those of you wanting to graduate from Hope's Peak, I've established a certain rule—the biggest rule here."

"And what's that?" Noah asked.

"All you gotta do to graduate and leave here is…" Monokuma did a front flip, landing on top of the podium. "Kill one of your fellow students!"

The room plunged into a dead silence. "…Kill?" Bridgette whispered.

Monokuma nodded. "Stabbing! Strangling! Torching! Bashing! Hanging! Anything goes!" He turned his head slightly so his sinister side was more facing the group. "So much drama and hope for victory coming from you all. I can't wait for the knives to start flying!"

"I don't think so!" Heather marched up to the bear and grabbed it, lifting it up into the air. "Let us go, you damn bear!"

Monokuma began waving his arms. "It is against the school rules to attack the headmaster!" A strange beeping sound began to come from the bear.

"Get rid of him!" Harold warned. "He's going to blow!"

Heather let out a cry and threw the bear into the air, where it exploded with a loud BOOM! Some of the group screamed and ducked as flaming shrapnel rained down on them.

"Well…so much for the stuffed bear," Duncan commented.

"I'm not a stuffed bear! I'm Monokuma!" Suddenly, Monokuma reappeared, popping out of the ground like he had before.

"Son of a bitch!" Heather swore.

Monokuma put his hands on his hips. "I'll let you kids off with a warning—this time. But if yeh break the school rules again, I'll be forced to respond with a punishment!"

The group was stunned as he dusted himself off. "Anyway, I think that's about it for the orientation," Monokuma decided. "Enjoy yourselves, and welcome to the first day of the rest of your lives. Oh, and don't forget to pick up an IDphone by the door on your way out. They're kind of your only way to get into your dorm rooms." He waddled off the podium with a laugh, vanishing from sight.

"He's…he's kidding, right?" DJ asked, breaking the silence. "We can't be expected to kill each other…right?"

"You're all a bunch of babies," Heather scoffed. "This is probably just Chris trying to mess with our heads, as usual."

"I don't know, Heather," Leshawna spoke. "This doesn't seem like Chris."

"Oh, please," Courtney interjected. "None of us are killers. The sensible thing to do now is to search the place for a way out."

"Sounds good to me," Duncan agreed with a shrug.

"What do you think?" Trent asked Gwen quietly. "Think this is Chris?"

Gwen pursed her lips. "I don't know," she admitted. "But whatever this is…this isn't Total Drama."

Alive: Owen, Gwen, Heather, Duncan, Leshawna, Geoff, Izzy, DJ, Lindsay, Bridgette, Trent, Eva, Harold, Courtney, Sadie, Beth, Cody, Tyler, Katie, Justin, Noah, Ezekiel, Sierra, Alejandro

Dead: No one (yet)

You're so right, Gwen. You're so right indeed.

With this first chapter out of the way, who do you think will be the first one killed? Who will be the first murderer? I'll give shoutouts to anyone who correctly predicts the next death and/or the next murderer. And, for the record, I already have all the murder victims, murderers, and survivors all planned out, along with some motives, a few clues, and most of the executions. Right now the first execution I think is one of my favoirtes I've come up with. Stay tuned for that.

But anywho, that's all from me. Make sure you hit that favorite/follow button to stay informed on future updates, and don't forget to drop a review to let me know how I'm doing...and to make your guesses for who's going to be the first one murdered. Because, if all goes to plan...that's going to be in the next chapter! Until next time, this is Guest 1138, reminding you that the number one rule of surviving Danganronpa is...DO NOT MESS WITH THE FREAKING BEAR! Ciao!