Damganronpa · Y/n story by @nepeta69

The classroom was ordinary in every way that mattered — scuffed desk rows, a green chalkboard wiped mostly clean, dust hanging in the shafts of afternoon light — until the speaker grille above the blackboard crackled and emitted something that was not an announcement.

Monokuma

Ahem! Ahem! Ahem! Testing, testing — is this thing on? Is this thing on? Puhuhu! I know it's on. I just love the sound of my own voice!

Every student in the room went still at different speeds. One of them moved first.

Monokuma

Welcome, one and all, to the most spectacular school year of your young, miserable lives! Hope's Peak Academy! Fourteen of you, handpicked, elite, the best of the best — and one of you who's basically just lucky. Puhuhu!

The speaker clicked off, then clicked back on. The little bear cleared his nonexistent throat.

Monokuma

Oh — and one more thing. The windows? Taped. The doors? Bolted. Sorry, not sorry! Those nail-studded steel plates are courtesy of your new headmaster.

The grille crackled with one last sing-song giggle, and then the room was quiet again, too quiet, with fourteen strangers turning slowly to look at the door that no longer opened.