Danganronpa Yellow: Trigger Happy, Are We?

Prologue Part 2, Somewhere

„Jeez, How big is this school? I know it's Hope's Peak and that I'll get used to it or whatever, but it couldn't have hurt to put up a couple pointers!" Junko sighs before continuing. "At least we finally found the gym, right?"

I hummed in response while checking out the various trophies, awards, and other knick-knacks on display in the antechamber.

"Wait... Is that a real katana?" She steps closer to inspect the golden blade, eyes lighting up with curiosity. I turn to watch as she grabs the handle and lifts it. She weighs it a couple of times, before putting it back with a dissatisfied frown. "Nope. Completely fake. Just another boring old replica. That's how they always do it."

I tilt my head curiously at her choice of words. She looks back, confused, before making a distraught face, as if she had made a mistake. It quickly fades, however, and she's back to wearing a relaxed smile.

"Oh, yeah, I used to go to all kinds of historical and militaristic museums in the past. Got to see lots of awesome armor and ancient weaponry they used in those periods. It was a side hobby of mine." She inspects her nails, unfocused. "Still kind of is, really. I even helped write some magazines, for an acquaintance. Just minor details, but still... I picked up a couple of things from that, I guess."

I expressed my awe and excitement, to which she went wide-eyed.

"Huh..? Yeah, I guess I could tell you about it sometime. I'd have plenty of stories to tell."

Victory!

"Anyway... We kept 'em waiting long enough, right? We better head inside."

Nodding my head, I turn to walk to the doors with Junko following closely behind.

I gently open the doors.

„Whoa... Spacious," A taken-aback Junko voices my exact feelings.

All the others were already there, occupying themselves in different ways: Some were theorizing, others were mingling, but a few were just waiting in silence.

The first to notice our arrival was a black haired boy who dressed like a soldier. He did not look happy.

Then again, he never does, does he? I haven't seen him smile at all. And those eyebrows of his... has he been watering them like flowers? They're huge!

„You two! Your tardiness is unacceptable! I could make an exception for before, but that doesn't mean you get to keep the whole class waiting!" He practically shouts, jabbing a finger in our direction. So loud...

„Yeah, can you just not? It's not the end of the world just because we're thirty seconds late," The fashionista raises her own voice, and crosses her arms.

The soldier boy lets out a „Hmph." and turns away from us.

„So annoying..." Junko muttered.

Walking closer, we could hear the others talking.

„This really does look like an entrance ceremony..." Makoto murmured to himself while staring pensively at the floor.

„See? Told ya, it's totally normal entrance ceremony stuff!"

You'd think special people would get an at least equally special ceremony. With explosions!

Out of nowhere, the disembodied voice from before speaks up.

„Hey there, howdy, hello! Is everyone here? Good! Then let's get things rolling!"

~ Transitions Built to Function by North Star Mechanics. ~

„Huh? A teddy bear?"

„I'm not a teddy bear! I, am... Monokuma! And I am this school's headmaster!"

It's so lifelike... Could it be similar to Flowey? Talking flower, talking bear... This one looks kinda weird, though.

„Nice to meet you a...„ The headmaster turned to address each student, but froze when he realized I was there, too.

It... He... Monokuma, quickly recovered however, and his face went red with boiling rage.

„What in goshdarn tarnation is this chickabiddy doin' here?!" He exclaims, arms wildly flailing about.

„That's what we wanna know! We thought-„ But the ice cream hair girl didn't get to finish, as the bear's shout rang out once again.

„Hold on just a second!" The mascot held up his left paw in a threatening manner.

„The culprit is one of youse, isn't it? Thought you could pull a fast one over your teacher?!" Sharp claws appeared from the pristine white paw. A couple of students let out an involuntary gasp.

After a few moments of tense silence where no-one dared to make a move, the beast retracted his claws and addressed the frightened crowd: "No biggie! It must've been an honest mistake." His behavior making a complete one-eighty, he giddily continued, "Yeah, yeah! This doesn't determine the results! It just means we gotta change our process a tad. Phuhuhu!"

"What the hell is this smiley trashbag rantin' about?!"

"Man, who could've thought they use stuffed bears as event organizers in education nowadays? What a world.

"This Build-a-Bear reject comedy routine is getting on my nerves. Where's the one behind this farce? Show yourself! We've already wasted enough time."

"Phu...Puhu..."

"Trashbag? Stuffed Bear? Reject? Me, ranting? A farce, you say?"

"Skeptics! A whole bunch of them, that's what you are! But you'll see! Very soon, you'll see... with your very own eyeballs that I speaketh truth!" Heaving a relieved sigh, he continues, "But we're getting off track! We've yet to introduce our guest star!"

He points with one paw at me, the other remaining near his cheeks. "You there! Chickabiddy! Come right up! Stage's all yours!"

I glanced at Junko, who gave me two thumbs up and the toothiest grin I'd seen. Reluctantly, I did as Monokuma asked. I stood next to the podium, shuffling a bit. The bear gave a mocking "Puhu!" before addressing me: "A frontiersboy getting stage fright? Weaaak! What's your talent, anyway?"

Huh?

"Hmm? You seem confused. Could it be?! You forgot all about it? What a twist! And so daring, too! Amnesia on this show? More likely than you'd think! Ahhaha-hahaha!"

But I'm not old enough...

Monokuma stopped laughing and just stared at me in silence, like a jukebox cut out in the middle of a song. Out of the blue his body twitched and leapt off the podium, landing in front of me.

"Wanna know something interesting? Hope's Peak isn't strictly reserved for high schoolers." He started, in a surprisingly serious manner, "Y'see, certain people show such great promise at a young age, that the Academy rewards them with a separate title: Super Elementary School Level!"

"Judging by your outfit, you must be... Yeah, yeah! I've got it!" He turns to the rest of the class, clearing his throat as he does, "Everybody, extend your sweetest greetings to your new classmate: Clover, the Super Elementary School Level Lawman!"