Villain Academy

{♤Chapter 1, Part 2♤}

Art from: https://rensaven.deviantart.com/art/Tord-The-Red-Leader-665373576

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Chara quietly began his way to the Cafeteria. Despite the feeling of being watched, Chara made it safely to his destination. Like the Monopad had told him, Kuroha, Tord and Vincent were there.

Chara noticed that Kuroha was sitting at a table by himself. He didn't seem to he eating, so Chara went up to him.

"Um, Kuroha..." Chara spoke quietly, "I notice you aren't eating..."

Kuroha just shrugs. "I'm not used to this... food. I mean, when I was controlling Kenjiro, I didn't need to worry about this..."

Kuroha began muttering to himself about food and this Kenjiro guy. Chara left him be, as he didn't want to bother him.

Vincent was staring into his cup of coffee with lost eyes. Chara knew Vincent; well, he knew who he was. Nothing else, just that he was the older brother of Charlotte. Or, step-brother...? Chara didn't know what you called your siblings if you were adopted. To make it easier, Charlotte was Vincent's adpoted little sister.
Chara knew that about him and that he worked at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza.

Turning his attention away from the lonely man, Chara went up to Tord, who was at a table and had his feet up on the desk.
Chara sat next to the Norwegian. "Hey, Tord..."

The man raised his brow. "Oh. Hey, kid."

Silence.

"Want to hang out?" Chara asked.

Tord responded with a shrug. "Sure. What would you like to talk about?"

It took the brunette a moment to think. He wasn't used to this... Socializing normally. He had never done it before.

"...Uh... How about... How did you earn your title of a villain?"

Tord had an amused look on his face. "Ah, so my backstory... Well, it's nothing that interesting... I had a few friends I lived with, Edd, Matt, and Tom.
Edd was an artist. He loved Cola and he loved to draw. He was our leader, you could say, and he was the best out of us all.
Matt had a square chin, as a result of being dropped as a baby. He... was a huge narcissist. Never left home without a mirror, or a photo of himself. He was also very, very stupid.
And Tom... Tom, well, we hated each other. Tom was more of an anti-hero. He had no eyes, and was probably the most level-headed out of us all."

Chara was mesmerized by his accent. He continued to listen to Tord.

"At that time, I was just your average, trigger-happy, hentai-loving, idiot. We went on all sorts of adventures. Surviving the zombie apocalypse multiple times, fighting Zanta Claws, finding buried treasure underneath our home...
One adventure, Edd suggested we join the army for fun. We did, and it was enjoyable.
On our first mission, we snuck into enemy base, and..."

Tord stopped for a moment, and looked away from Chara.

> Is that where you joined the Red Army?
> Did one of your friends die?
> Was it a traumatic experience?

"...Is that where you joined the Red Army?" Chara asked.

Tord nodded. "Yes. I joined the Red Army in secret. A while after we left and went back home, I left to 'fullfill my dreams in the big city'. In reality, I had returned to the Red Army.
We can discuss that next time... I'm a bit exhausted..."

Chara nodded. "Interesting... I'll see you later, then."

The two parted ways and went to their dorms. Chara took an actual look at their dorms. They were in a part if the building called, Despair Hotel. When you entered through a gate, there was a sauna/bath, the cafeteria, stairs leading to the second floor, and the hallway connecting the dorms, along with a boys restroom and a girl's restroom.
The dorms themselves were still their cells, but Chara could tell they actually used to be dorm rooms. There were pictures of whose cell it was on the door.
As Chara got to his dorm room, he noticed that it changed a bit. It looked more comfortable, a better bed and a carpet. Not just a concrete room, but an actual room.

"How...?" He asked himself. Did Monokuma do this while everyone was out? Why did he do it now, and not when they were asleep in the gym? Why did he wait when the killing game had started?

"Probably was lazy about it..." The boy muttered. He thought no more about it and layed on his new bed. He noticed a security camera hanging from the ceiling, and a monitor on the wall.
A bell rang.

Ding-dong!
Bing-bong!

The monitor lit up and showed Monokuma.
"It is now 10 pm! Nighttime is now in affect! The cafeteria and gym are off-limits! The school rules will be added to your Monopads tomorrow, I apologize for being very messy with my preparations for this killing game." Monokuma took a sip of his martini. "Anyways, goodniiiight!"

Monokuma didn't prepare for this, did he? Chara shrugged, and got himself ready for bed. Closing his eyes, he remembered the first night Charlotte spent in the Underground.

How she wasn't prepared for what Chara made her do the very next day...

Chara tightened his fist on his pillow. He very much enjoyed the genocide of the others, but... something happened to his morals when his SOUL fused with Charlotte's.

Chara doesn't sleep easy that night.

~ Monokuma Theater ~

Welcome to the new killing game!
We got villains this time, so be prepared for the epicness of this crossover! Yes, yes... I picked each and every one of you for a certain reason...

...And, it appears I am very, VERY late with preparations this time! I apologize!

All preparations were rushed, I fear. I, the mastermind, had the honor of participating in a few killing games myself.

...Which may explain my inability to run one... Perhaps all that confidence of mine has went to my head? Ah, that explains it... I hope I didn't leave out any slip-ups...

A-Ah! I shouldn't have said that! Please, don't take the time to search for my identity! Just, uhm... hold tight! I'm doing all I can as a mastermind!

But, please, do you best to enjoy this new semester of Killing!

~ Monokuma Theater END ~

The morning Chara awoke, there was loud banging on his dorm door. He reluctantly got up to answer, and opened his door to see an equally tired and irritated Mukuro Ikusaba. She overlooked his appearance, "Junko wishes to meet with you later tonight, at 10:30 pm in the men's bathroom on the second floor. She sent me to deliver this message."

Chara rubbed his red eyes, "Ugh... What does she want...?" He mumbled, half to himself and half to the black-hair girl listening.

Mukuro was in the middle of saying her farewells and Chara rudely shut the door on the older(?) girl.

He slapped his right cheek as a means to wake himself.
"Ugh... I'm afraid that crazy girl wants to kill me... I'm definitely not going to let myself be the first victim."

He then began to get himself ready to go out for breakfast.

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(A/N)
sorry for the haitus! i hope to get.back to updating, as well as make a new cover!