Danganrompa V

Mortal Friends

    "I guess, we could introduce ourselves, in the meantime," I say, as I meander over to the first person on the left. The boy had dark ebony skin with a large afro that had pencils and pens sticking out of it. I couldn't tell if he meant to leave those there. For an outfit, he had a green flowy shirt, brown baggy jeans, a smock tied around his waist, and to tie it off a locket necklace. Almost every 5 inches on his body was stained with opaque color, including spots I couldn't reach.
    "Hello there! Wise one, what is your name?"
    "Oh- hi, I'm Oliver, the Ultimate Guitarist."
    "I used to play the ukulele, but it's not my favorite. I just paint instead." His voice sounded almost whimsical. "I am Oswald Monet, the Ultimate Artist! Ugh, this dark brown class is so boring! It needs some color! I appreciate the logo, it has a great flow." As he wanders off to decorate the classroom. Since Oswald left me, I go over to the woman next to the corner. She had lavender curving, wild hair. She had tan skin. Her outfit looked regal and expensive. The entire thing was leather except for the fluffy shoulder pads, and a gold metal belt. The cherry on top was a red tarantula broach.
    "Hi, I'm Oliver. I play guitar."
    "Hello, I'm Bernadette Jefferson. Ultimate Herpetologist." She says as she bows.
    "Herp-et-to what?" I stuttered.
    "I'm a Her-pet-toe-all-o-gist," Bernadette says slowly. "They study with amphibians, reptiles, and some birds.
    "Okayyyy. I love your broche."
    "Thank you, I keep it close to my heart."
    "Does it feel smaller here? Is the ceiling low?"
    "I was thinking to myself, it seems so. The ceiling is around 8 feet, compared to the usual 9." Explained Bernadette.
    "When... Did you measure it?"
    "I didn't. At my grade school we studied geometry to an unrealistic standard. We did the same with everything."
Finnnnnishhh
Their yellow-toned, light skin, had polka dotted acne. They had a newer, trendier, school outfit. The fit had a soft yellow jacket over a blue undershirt. The jacket showed their midriff. Then navy blue shorts, and a red belt. To top it off white socks, with two blue stripes halfway up their calf. With red sneakers, the laces had beads weaved through each one. They're twiddling their fingers, and sometimes fluffing their hair.
    "Hello, how are you?" I nicely whispered, "I'm Oliver."
    "Oh- I-a- hey..."
    "Well, what's your name and ultimate?" They continued twiddling their thumbs and staring down at a nice flamingo charm on their pants.
    "I'm Wyatt Lee, the Ultimate Writer.
     "Writer, You say? That's very cool!"
    "I d- do a lot of reading and writing. I have written 15 books and 214 short stories."
    "Well, what do you write about?"
    "OH! So many things! I write horror stories, comedic ones, love stories, and even action tales!"
    "Well do you have any on you?"
    "Oh, no worries. I can make one up on the spot!" their head dropped and went deep into thought...  Wyatts head shot up and they whispered "There's a spice, it wasn't a spice I had ever tasted. I swallow, and weep. It was delicious."
    We shake hands and move on to see the next person. It had purple hair with blue tips that covered most of it's face. It's hair was a curtain to it's eyes and nose, all you could see was its mouth. It was very short, almost 4'8. It sort of looked inhuman. It also had a black striped under a red band tee. The band name was The Overweight Ferrets.
    "Howdy, and you are?"
    "I am Fleur Hoshizora!
    "Hoshizora? Doesn't that mean starry sky?
    "YES IT DOES! I was destined to be the ultimate astronomer, since before conception!
    "Since it's your last name, does astronomy run in the family?
    "I believe my mom did, I've only heard stories though."
    "You believe?"
    "Yeah... She left when I was young."
    "Oh- I apologize..."
    "What for! You didn't do anything! I am so excited for school!" Cheers Fleur.
    "I would be too, but I'm more interested in why we are brought here like this." Suddenly I hear yelling, wait here. I've gotta check that out. Right next to Fleur was a pair of people, one a very tall woman, the other a man in red. The woman had light skin and strawberry blond hair. Her hair was snatched back into a tall ponytail. She also had a sleek teal, orange and crimson suit. The shoulder and hips had orange wings that extended past her arms. Also had A red belt and chest piece. Her legs are almost bare  except for some white tights and matching orange and teal leg bracelets. Finally, some knee-high dark brown faux leather boots. They boosted her height from 5'10 to a whopping 6'2. Her face was very sharp, and around it, she had a teal scarf and brown goggles.
    "IN WHAT WORLD IS THAT A-OKAY THING TO SAY?"
    "COME ON, WHAT CAN I SAY? You'd be perfect for my movies!" Said the man with a New York accent. The next thing I hear is a large SMACK! The man falls straight to the ground with another boink. The man had red long just below shoulder-length hair. His clothes are raggedy and dirty, filled with patches, like clouds. His face was riddled with acne and stubble. His green eyes shined through the shadow made by his yellow hat.
    "God, good he was so annoying and gross! Hey you!" as she points at me and I do the. I nervously do the thing where you look behind you to see if she was talking to me. "Don't play dumb, you know, I'm talking to you!"
    "I-ah- wh-what do you need me for?"
    "I'M DONE talking to that scumbag, so what's up with you! I'm Soren, Soren Strong, the Ultimate Pilot!"
    "Well, I'm The Ultimate Guitarist, well uh. First, may I ask, what just happened?"
    "Forget that asshole! I gotta know more about YOOOOU!"
    "Well I'm Oliver, but uh you already know that...
    "When I got here I felt a feeling of wonder and excitement ...Just like when I started flying!
    "I- didn't quite get that feeling..." I muttered. "What's flying like anyways?
    "Flying just gives you this immense rush to your senses! I can see longer, hear better, and speak at the level of a scientist!" KLATTER! BAM!    
    "DAYUM, I'M BACK BITCHES!!! HUNTER ANDREWS, HUNTER OF ALL THE LAAADIESSSS AND ULTIMATE FILM DIRECTOR IS BACK!   
    "DAMMIT, I thought I told you to just buzz off already!" explained Soren.
    "Hey, hot stuff! Now, why don't you just waddle off, SLOWLY, to your little buddy over there." As he continued to point to Fleur. "Now you there, wh-who are you again?"
    "Well, I'm Oliver..."
    "I'm never gonna remember... So how's it going, Joe?
    "Ready to start school, I guess."
    "So are you a boob or an ass man?"
    "I- I ah don't... well I don't care."
    "David! Dudeeee, that's the way to go!"
    "That's not-"
    "Damn! I like you ye- know! You ah- better get going before I catc- aahhh never mind-" I shuffle over to my last classmate.
    "Where is the camera on this thing?" A bright pink-haired girl said as her acrylic nails tapped on a tablet with the school's logo on the back. Her hair bloomed from a bright cherry pink to a fiery orange. She had eyeliner bigger than Hunter's ego. Blush redder than me on my first date. For an outfit, she had a pink flowy dress with white ruffles around the skirt, bust, and sleeves. Speaking of sleeves, they're shoulder-less and drop-down nicely. My favorite is she had on pink socks with the outline of a cat on the edge. She looked weirdly familiar but I couldn't place my finger on it.
    "I ah- Look at the back I don't think there is a camera."
    "What's the point if there isn't one!"
    "What is that anyway?"
    "When I opened it, it said the word "Monopad". It had five sections on it: Map, Truth Bullets, Report Card, School Rules, and Settings. When I look at all of them, they are all blocked, except settings. What a bore!"
    "Alright... Can't believe you're the only one who checked."
    "Me either, but I'm Ashley Austin, the Ultimate Social Media Star!"
    "Wait- As in THE ASHLEY AUSTIN? Like, as in Tremble star, Ashley Austin?!"
    "You got that right! People always like to favor me for that, but I'd much rather you just treat me like everyone else. Thank you."
    "Don't worry, I can do it!
    "When is class starting! It's been like an hourrrrr!"
    Finally, the door opened! Our teacher was finally here! Wait a sec- "Pohoohoo-"