The Biggest, Most Awful, Most Tragic Event in Human History.
Those are the only words capable of describing the state of the world. A world full of loss, death, and despair. In this world, the skies are tinted red, and the air worsens as this Tragedy rages on. A broken world, where murder occurs daily, and you never know when you could die and who you can trust. A world with no governments, no structure, no stability.

However, an organization called the 'Future Foundation' was created after some time. Run by those who still have hope, those who believe they can rid this world of despair, those who believe...

"That's a load of bullshit."

I should introduce myself. Well, I would, but I honestly don't know my name. I've forgotten it somehow. All I know is that I need to live. I don't know why, but I know I have something to do with this Tragedy. I'd better help you get an image of me. Last I checked I was 165cm. Appearance-wise... Not much, just whatever clothes I can find that fits and I can move freely in. I think I've got a pretty large build, but with almost everyone being a soldier it's kinda hard to judge. I've got green eyes, and I wear this black and orange cap. Dunno why I wear it, guess it just feels natural. Last thing I own is this backpack, where I keep a bunch of stuff. A flashlight, a notebook and 5 pens, some food and drinks I've picked up, and a loaded Beretta M9 just in case. So there, my introduction's done, and by now you might be wondering if I'm one of those specials from Hope's Peak, so I'll answer that question with another: Does it really matter? All those people with talent, they all ended up killing each other. They fell to despair, and brought the whole damn world with 'em.

Enough of that. Anyways I'm here, stuck in the remains of a 7-11. Well I can't sit around forever, I've gotta do something. I stand up and walk to my bag to get my notebook. I flip to the last page with words to remember how I got to this place.

"I'm running. Crossed one of those Despair bastards, the short one. Little shit pointed at me and yelled 'Get him' and just like that half a dozen yakuza-looking guys are on me. Must be Fuyuhiko. I'm gonna lose 'em and enter the first building I can hide in."

Guess that means I need to be on alert. I close the book and toss it in the bag. I grab my gun and check it out. Don't want it to jam at a bad time. Nodding, I keep it and zip my bag. I walk up to the exit, where a few shelves have been pushed in front of it to block it. I start pushing them out of the way, and stretch before opening the door slightly. Peeking outside, the overwhelming smell of smoke rushes into my nostrils. Seeing no one, I fully open the door and walk outside.

"Alright, where was I going?" I pull out my notebook and read the entry before my 'encounter'.

"Alright, I found out. After lots of sneaking around, I've found it. The location of the Future Foundation's HQ. I must go there. There is no option. I must get there as quickly as possible."

That's strange, I really feel like I need to go there. Well, there's a little map here. Oh that's great, I need to either fly or sail there. I close it and put it back, and start walking down the street. If memory serves me right, there's a pier somewhere over here. Well eventually I've gotta run into the ocean. As I walk I see some destroyed pavements, burning cars and fallen streetlights. Strange to think there was a time when these would've cause the entire road to be blocked off for repairs. Nowadays this stuff's pretty common. Wait, the hell is that? Some sort of... grunting? Listening, I find the source of the noise, a tall, absurdly muscular man whose eyes were practically glowing red. That must be... Nekomaru Nidai, the former Super High School Level Team Manager. And he's holding something... holy crap he's holding a dumpster, and not in a friendly way. He's gonna throw that big-ass hunk of metal at me! I turn around and run back down the road as I hear him yell, and sparing a glance to the side I saw a dumpster flying towards me, just as lightly as a thrown tennis ball. I see, he aimed ahead of me so I'd run into it's path. I turn around and run back again, this time rushing for him. The dumpster crashes into the road behind me and he raises his fists, prepared to fight. I stop across the intersection from him, staring at him.

"Nekomaru Nidai, one of the Ultimate Despair. You are confident and have a right to be. I can't win this fight. However, I don't play fair when it comes to life or death."

Finishing my sentence, I run at him, and he raises his arms defensively. I stop right in front of him, and punch his defense. He shrugs it off as expected, and pulls his fist back for a punch. I run into him and jump, raising my left knee, letting it smash into his jaw. Slightly dazing him, I turn back around and unstrap my bag. I throw it into his face, and he pushes it away. I've turned on my cap light and focused it, and now he should be blinded by the sudden light shining directly in his eyes. I bend down and grab a rock, and run to him again. I turn off the light with my other hand, and as his eyes focus on me as I jump and punch his nose. His head leans back as I land, and I kick his stomach, causing him to lean over, and shove the rock into his mouth. I run and pick up my bag before turning and running as fast as possible. I see another intersection and turn right, which should lead me closer to the pier. In the distance I hear him yell, before the area falls into silence again. The adrenaline still flowing through me, I continue running as far as I can, but eventually exhaustion sets in and I stop. Luckily, across the street is the remains of a mall. I walk over and quietly peek inside. Seeing no one nearby, I enter and walk around.

Still no one in sight, I begin to explore while reminiscing about the past. A jewelry store that would've probably drawn in dozens of interested young women and some men looking for a gift for their significant others. A restaurant where individuals, couples and families would've eaten in and talked over a meal. A library where people would waste some time reading an interesting novel, only to borrow it once they realized they had to leave. So many shops taken for granted in the past. The silence is quite unsettling in a place that used to be filled with chatter and footsteps on a daily basis. I see light shining from an electronics shop. I'd better check it out. As I enter I see the source, a large TV screen near the entrance. It's showing a group of young people gathered in a gym, focused on a black and white teddy bear. This must be the mutual killing game. I sit down and take out my notebook, flipping to the first few pages until I find it.

"In the early days of the Tragedy, Hope's Peak locked itself up with one class of students. Below are the people there, at least that I know of.

Makoto Naegi, Super High School Level Luck

Kyoko Kirigiri, Super High School Level Detective

Byakuya Togami, Super High School Level Scion

Yasuhiro Hagakure, Super High School Level Clairvoyant

Celestia Ludenberg, Super High School Level Gambler

Sakura Ogami, Super High School Level Fighter

Hifumi Yamada, Super High School Level Otaku

Mondo Owada, Super High School Level Biker

Chihiro Fujisaki, Super High School Level Programmer

Kiyotaka Ishimaru, Super High School Level Prefect

Toko Fukawa/Genocider Syo, Super High School Level Novelist/Murderer

Leon Kuwata, Super High School Level All Star

Sayaka Maizono, Super High School Level Idol

Aoi Asahina, Super High School Level Swimmer

Mukuro Ikusaba, Super High School Level Soldier/Despair

Junko Enoshima, Super High School Level Fashionista/True Despair

Future self, update accordingly to record those who die throughout the game. As of now, Monokuma has only just been introduced to them. Note to self: Objective is to cleanse the Future Foundation before they gain too much power. My best guess is that I have until the end of this game. Failure means proceeding to plan B."

The hell am I, a secret agent? Anyways, let's see here. I look at the screen and see the bear, Monokuma, with multiple stacks of cash. The students are talking among themselves, so now's a good time to check. Sakura, Celes, Hifumi, Byakuya, Toko, Kiyotaka, Makoto, Kyoko, Yasuhiro and Aoi are still alive. Just to make sure, I'll continue watching for any other survivors. I turn my attention back to the screen as they leave the room. After a few hours I stop, and write 'deceased' next to the names of those I didn't see. I pack up my notebook and leave the store, only to hear a some voices from the floor below me. I duck next to the railing and listen.

"Is this the last place you saw him?" A male voice spoke.

"Yeah, after the bastard nearly broke my jaw." Another replied. Must be Nekomaru.

"Alright fine. Everyone, spread out, and if you see him, inform me immediately. Shout, shoot, whatever, do not attack him alone. Peko, you stick with me. Nekomaru, take three of my guys and follow your instincts. Hey, did you hear me? I said move!" The first man yelled, before a bunch of footsteps started running around. That must be Fuyuhiko then. I gotta get out of here. I could barely stop Nekomaru, I can't take on him and Peko together, and definitely not with all of Fuyuhiko's gangsters. I walk run back into the store, grab a large TV and go back to the railing. I see Peko and throw the screen as hard as I can at her. As expected she hears it and easily cuts it in half, narrowing her eyes at me.

"There he is!" She yells, pointing with her sword. I run into the shop and go to the back where I see the emergency staircase. I open the door and run down, and I can hear a bunch of people storming the shop. They may try to cut me off, so I keep running down prepared to fight. As I reach the final flight of stairs I see Nekomaru and some gangsters blocking the exit. I look upstairs and see Peko with her sword drawn in front of Fuyuhiko. I turn around and look at the wall. I back up slowly, and Fuyuhiko speaks up.

"Listen asshole, you've got two options: You either come quietly or we'll knock your ass out and take you by force. Either way, you're gonna be coming with us."

"Good deal. Lemme propose something else. You ask Nekomaru there to give me a good old fashioned beating, and if I lose then I'll follow your despair-filled plans without resistance." I reply, expecting his confidence to be his undoing.

"You wanna fight him in here? Heh, you've got balls I'll give you that. Alright kid, buckle up. Nekomaru, You heard him. Get him back for that jaw trouble."

Nekomaru charged up the stairs and aimed his fist right for my head. With such speed I shouldn't be able to dodge reflexively, but I had expected this, so I got ready to move as soon as Fuyuhiko started talking. As the fist flew towards me I rolled to the side, and his fist collides with the wall, smashing through it and causing him to lose balance and fall face first to the ground outside.

"I'll be taking my leave." I say, nodding to Fuyuhiko and jumping down. Landing on Nekomaru and damaging him further I bolt down an alley on my left to the back of the mall. As I run I encounter a dead end, and I panic. There's no escape. Go back the way I came and I'll find all three of them pissed off. I can't climb this, it's too high. I think I'm dead. As I turn back around I see them. "Nekomaru, you recovered fast." I say, but my confidence is fading. Just looking at the three pairs of red eyes glaring at me is terrifying. I can't get out of this one. I'm doomed.

"You pulled a quick one on us there kid. But now you're fucked." Fuyuhiko said, as he nodded at Peko. She charged towards me, her sharp blade prepared to cut me apart.

"I suppose I'm dead." I say. This sucks. I couldn't find out my name or why I needed to go to the Future Foundation. Instead, I just became a pest for the Ultimate Despair to wipe out. I can't believe it. I close my eyes and await my death, and I hear her footsteps inch closer, and closer, and closer, and...

AN stuff:

Soooo yeah here it is, a little story of mine I wanted to write. I honestly had no idea where I wanted to go with this... just kidding! I know what I wanna do, but I dunno if I wanna change some stuff. So to hold that thought, I ended with a pretty crappy cliffhanger! So the two things that have me stuck right now are whether I want to continue writing this in present tense AND first person (which is really weird to check through, and is this even a legitimate style?) or if I wanna go to the conventional third-person past tense perspective. The second thing holding me up is if people will even read this shit, and I'm pretty sure no one will but whatever, I can hope for the best. So yeah, that's about it, and if this gets any level of popularity I might continue it or just discontinue it at one chapter. So as always, review or message me, and any feedback so long as it's helpful is greatly appreciated.

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