And with a chuckle, I waved goodbye at the Fanfic Creator to introduce myself to the other 11 students. As I walked over to the next nearest person, I notice that his girl's hair is brown, shaped like a curled ponytail. She was the one that encouraged the idea for introductions. So, I walked over to her.

Apollo: Hello!

???: Heya! I'm Aoi Asahina! But my friends just call me Hina. 'Sup?

Aoi Asahina, the Ultimate Swimming Pro. From what I've gathered, she's broken every single swimming record to every competition she's joined. That's... actually insane. Imagine repeatedly breaking your record in every competition you join! And she hasn't even hit her maximum potential too... Yikes.

Aoi: So, what was your name again? Was it... Avocado Barter?

Apollo: Umm... it's Apollo Carter.

Aoi: Hmm, close enough.

This causes me to sweatdrop. Then, Aoi starts writing down something on her hand, to which I was confused about. She's also muttering my name while she's at it too.

Apollo: Erm, whatcha doing?

Aoi: Oh? I'm tryna memorize your name, of course! You write down someone's name in your hand 3 times if you want to remember it.

Apollo: I... I beg your pardon?

She didn't bother to respond to my question as she continuously writes down my name on her palm. She then stops cold and looks at me confused.

Aoi: Hey... Not meaning to offend, but are you Japanese? Because I don't think I've heard the surname "Carter" before. It sounds Western.

Apollo: Oh... I get that a lot back in elementary. As far as I know, I was born and raised in Japan. So there you have it.

Aoi: Hmm, I see I see... Well, glad to meet ya! Let's be good friends!

Apollo: Yea, good friends.

From what I can tell, she's very easygoing and is bursting with energy. I could probably get alone with her well, I hope. She's pretty, I'll give her that, so making a friend out of her will be all the more rewarding. So, from her, I walked to the next person. When I walked over, I notice that this is the girl with the timid bunny vibe, so I made a mental note to myself to be as polite as possible, or else she might cry and I'll be depicted as a bully. Not what I want to be looked upon amongst a full squad of Ultimate Talents, so yea...

Apollo: Hey.

???: H-Hello, nice to meet you. I'm Chihiro Fujisaki.

As soon as Chihiro introduced herself, I found it odd that she was... blushing? Is it because she's embarrassed, or am I just handsome? Unfortunately for me, I found the answer to be the former.

Chihiro: Sorry, I kinda get embarrassed whenever I introduce myself like this...

Apollo: Oh, no worries. I suppose it's not in your comfort zone.

Chihiro: Yea... Anyways, I hope we can get along.

Apollo: Same here. Good to meet ya.

Chihiro: Hmm... Is it just me, or have we met before?

Again with this "meeting again" stuff? I already had one with Sayaka, and now Chihiro? 

Apollo: I doubt it. Never seen your face before. 

Chihiro: Oh... I-I'm sorry...

Apollo: Don't apologize, it's fine really.

Chihiro: O-Okay...

Chihiro is known as the Ultimate Programmer. She's made countless programs that's been used globally. I can also see why she has a lot of fans, considering her timid bunny vibe she's got going on. But, something feels off about her vibe, but I can't just depict it. Hmm...

However, as I was mid-thought, I could see tears come from her eyes.

Chihiro: H-Hey... I'm really sorry...

Apollo: W-Woah there, for what? 

Chihiro: Y-You look upset, you must be mad at me, right?

Apollo: N-No I'm not. There's just something bugging me that's on my mind, it's not related to you. You're fine.

Chihiro: O-Oh, that's good. I was afraid that you'd already hated me.

Apollo: Gods no! I'd never hate anyone without a particular reason. 

Chihiro: I see. Well, I'm glad!

She hits me with the most precious smile I've seen, and after seeing that, I could see why she has so many damn fans. I should probably get going before it gets weird. With that out of the way, I moved to the next person. This next person's got long lavender hair and purple eyes. From what I can see, she's got that "reserved to myself" vibe, so I won't be expecting much from her.

Apollo: Hey.

???: ...

Apollo: ...

???: ...

I was right, she's that type of girl. They're the ones with the most mysterious backgrounds, and I find that type of person to be quite exciting. But, I can't get to know them if they won't even tell me their damn name, so I guess it's my turn to move. 

So, I coughed as loud as I could to get her attention, and it worked. Although, she looks kinda pissed at me for doing that.

???: What do you want?

Apollo: Erm, your name? What else would I be here for?

???: ...

The purple-haired girl stays silent again, and as soon as I was about to elaborate on what I meant, she speaks again.

???: My name is... Kyoko Kirigiri.

And right after that, she's gone quiet again. Well, I shouldn't be surprised really, I already had a feeling she's gonna be like this. But, what I found interesting, is that I don't think I've seen her name in any of the research threads I searched up online. Maybe she's another Lucky Student like me? 

Apollo: Hey, are you by chance an Ultimate Lucky Student like me? I didn't see your name anywhere in the threads I searched on.

Kyoko: ...

Apollo: U-Uh...

And after another moment of silence, she answers.

Kyoko: Why should I tell you? 

Apollo: H-Huh? 

Kyoko: I don't see any reason to answer your question.

Apollo: O-Oh... I guess that's true...

Kyoko: ...

Well, this is awkward. 

I just got shut down like a sniper shooting at a helicopter. And her face... It's like she has no emotion whatsoever. She's stone cold, a face with an iron mask. If she doesn't want to tell me something, no point in asking her.  So with that, I just moved on to the next person. And luckily, this next person may actually hold up a proper conversation.

As I looked at the next person, I immediately realized who she was. 

Apollo: Yo. 

???: Hiii! I'm Junko Enoshima. Charmed, I'm sure!

Immediately, I could feel butterflies up my stomach. The Ultimate Fashionista, Junko Enoshima, was standing right before me. How could I not feel nervous? She's got more charm, presence, grace, flair, of any high school girl in the country! I remembered back when my mother tried to copy Junko's look by using pink dye for her hair, along with using Junko's cosmetics. It did not go well. 

But, I felt as if the pictures I've seen her in magazines... It didn't match up to what I'm seeing here and now.

Junko: Hmm? What're you staring at me for?

Apollo: O-Oh, sorry. It's just... you look a bit different compared to the magazines I see in barbershops and stuff.

Junko: O-Oh, you're talking about my cover photos and junk?

She looks saddened by this which made me feel guilty.

Apollo: O-Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to offend you!

Junko: Nah, you didn't offend at all. Well, ya see, those photos are completely and certified 100% photoshopped!

She strikes a "peace" sign, along with that wide and broad smile.

Apollo: P-Photoshopped?

Junko: Yea, ya know, edited to hell and back. With like, computer technology and stuff?

Apollo: O-Oh... So, those aren't real, I see.

I lied. There definitely was something off about those cover photos and the Junko I'm seeing now. But, to not make her feel bad, I just went along. Such an oversight surely wouldn't hurt anything in the long run, right?

Junko: H-Hey, don't act surprised! You're gonna make me all depressed. It's totally normal to photoshop the crap out of photos these days. Ya know, to make it look way better and stuff. 

Apollo: I see.

Junko: And if you're surprised by that, you'll certainly be blown away by a certain little dangerous diva of ours. They make the eyes and junk *super* big, and tweak the skin so it looks all ceramic and porcelain.

Apollo: Ohhh... That explains the shiny and smooth skin in those cover photos. I get it.

Junko: Technology sure is amazing, isn't it?

Apollo: Mhm, it sure damn well is.

Man, if people heard about this, R.I.P their dreams. 

Moving on to the next person, I already feel some gangster type vibe coming off them. The jacket, the crazy hair, everything just screamed "Top-Gangster, don't mess!" And because of that, I already knew who this person was.

Apollo: Yo.

???: Yo, name's Mondo Owada. Nice to fuckin meet'cha.

Ah, the Ultimate Biker Gang Leader. I'll be expecting hostile vibes from this man. From what I know, he's the current leader of the largest biker gang in Japan. Every gang fears this guy, and I would too. Not gonna lie, I'm shaking in my boots just by talking to this guy. I really wanna move on to the next person, but I don't wanna make myself look like a chicken. So, I manned up and tried a conversation.

Apollo: Yea, nice to meet you too.

Mondo: Hell yeah.

Quite a potty-mouth, I'd say. But, I shouldn't say those words around him, or I'll find myself with a black eye. 

Another thing I should watch out for around him are my actions, to which I did not take into heart as I lend my hand out for a handshake. He simply scoffed at it and turned around.

So, with that, I moved on to the next person. And as soon as I saw the next person, my jaw nearly fell to the floor at the absolute unit I'm seeing. Slapping myself out of my daze, I walked over to the buffed person.

Apollo: H-Hello.

???: Hello. My name is Sakura Ogami.

Yikes, I would NOT want to get in a fight with her. She'll just fold me like a chair with just her fingers. 

Well, what I do know about her through my research is that she won the martial arts tournament in America, despite being a girl. The belief that boys are stronger than girls is completely flawed if you'd seen this chick on the block. She's won over 400 matches, and has still yet to lose one.

And what I also found in my research is that people tend to call her "Ogre", the missing link to the primate species. I also found a thread by a person that literally writes, and I quote:

"Any incoming Hope's Peak Academy students who are reading this, let me warn you right now. If you value your life, avoid her at all costs."

And what do I think of that? Fucking bullshit.

Apollo: So, you're the famed Sakura Ogami huh? 

Sakura: Famed? Hah, I wouldn't call myself famous.

Apollo: Nah, you're talked about throughout the online threads I used as research. Ya know, they might call you names and warn others to stay away from you, but I find that stuff to be bogus. Let's be good friends, yea?

I lend out my hand for a handshake, to which she eyes with caution. I wouldn't blame her for that, countless martial arts training must've taught her to never trust friendly gestures.

Sakura: Hmm... 

Instead of accepting my handshake, she starts poking and prodding my body. That sounds incredibly wrong, and it was. I was about to jump away out of pure instinct, but I realized immediately that I would be contradicting what I just said to her earlier. 

So, I let her have her way on my body, and wow did that sound wrong.

Sakura: Hmm... This is alright, I guess.

Apollo: Umm, wha?

Sakura: Muscular quality and quantity is right around that of an extremely ordinary high school student. I can tell that you work out from time to time, is that right?

Apollo: Erm, yea actually. I work out every 2 weeks or so.

Sakura: I see. However, you're still not at all fit to be my training partner. What a shame, if you were a tiny bit stronger than maybe you can help me out.

Apollo: Oh... Well, I apologize, I guess?

Sakura: No worries. 

Well, to be frankly honest, I wouldn't think of that to be such a shame. So with that, I moved on to the next person.

And, oh boy, would I grow to hate this guy.

Apollo: Hey.

???: ... Name's Byakuya Togami.

Byakuya Togami, the Ultimate Affluent Progeny. No idea what that means, but what I do know is that he's the heir to the Togami family. The Togami business is financially massive, so anyone that manages to steal this guy's heart is one lucky person. This guy's already managing business operations, and his personal assets are fucking vast. 

 And, can I add that that was the most half-assed introduction I've heard in my life?

Apollo: Yea, nice to meet you.

Byakuya: ...

I lend out my hand for a handshake, to which he doesn't even bother to look at. I can tell that to him, I'm nothing but a mere commoner. He's got that "Rich Snob" vibe, something that I feared would come to reality.

Byakuya: We're done with introductions, right? How much longer are you going to stand there?

Apollo: As soon as you accept this handshake.

Byakuya merely scoffs and slaps my hand away.

Byakuya: That's what I think of your handshake. Go away, I'm sick of looking at you.

Yep, this guy's a total asshole.

Apollo: If you insist.

Walking away, I made a mental note to myself to not even bother getting in the way of this guy, he's on a whole 'nother level in this world compared to us. 

Anyways, as I went to the 3rd-to-the-last person to introduce myself to, I notice that this guy looks way older for a high-school student. Maybe puberty hit him way younger than all of us?

Apollo: Yo.

???: Yo! I'm Yasuhiro Hagakure- Hiro for short! Take it easy, will ya? I know I will!

Yasuhiro Hagakure eh? I don't think I got this guy in my research. 

Apollo: Hiro huh? Nice to meet you too.

Yasuhiro: ...

Apollo: Umm, I said it's nice to meet you.

Yasuhiro: Hmm...

Apollo: Umm, is there something wrong?

Yasuhiro: Shh, don't interrupt me.

Apollo: Umm, wha?

...

...

Yasuhiro then flails his arms to the air, the look of exasperation on his face.

Yasuhiro: Okay, I give up.

Apollo: Give up what?

Yasuhiro: I saw it... I looked right at it! I swear I saw it!

Okay, either this guy is high on weed, or he's hallucinating. But, I'm not gonna lie, I'm actually kinda amused to what this guy's on about. So, I played along.

Apollo: What did you see?

Yasuhiro: A guardian angel with a crazy perm chasing after Bigfoot running off with a skyfish in its mouth.

...

Yep, this guy's is high on the weed.

Yasuhiro: And that guardian angel, is YOUR guardian angel!

I gasped dramatically, clearly following along with this crackhead's delusions.

Apollo: My what!?

Yasuhiro: Haha! I'm just kiddin'.

I brushed a non-existant sweatdrop off my brow.

Apollo: Phew! I thought that what you said was actually true!

Yasuhiro: Nah, it was totally a joke. Hey, we should grab some brewskis sometime and get real deep into Lemuria and its civilization.

Okay, even I couldn't resist chuckling a bit after hearing that.

Apollo: Yeah sure, why not? Screw the law of legal age for drinking in this country, am I right?

Yasuhiro: Oh, I'm actually 21. I've been held back a few times, see, and... well, it's a long story.

Oh, I could tell it's a long story all right.

Apollo: I can tell. Anyways, what's your Ultimate Talent, Hiro?

Yasuhiro: Oh, I'm the Ultimate Clairvoyant! I'm all about that fortune telling stuff, see?

Apollo: Ah, that means that your talent is to become the Ultimate Scammer! I understand it now.

Yasuhiro: No dude, you got it all wrong! Ya see, I'm called the "Supernova" in the psychic community, it's pretty kick-ass!

...

And that was the last straw. I burst out laughing, leaving Hiro completely confused.

Yasuhiro: What's wrong? What's so funny?

Apollo: Oh, oh nothing! Nothing at all, really. I'm *fine*.

Yasuhiro: Oh, if ya say so.

Apollo: Yep, I'm fine. Talk to you later dude.

Stifling another laugh, I walked to the 2nd-to-last person. As I walked towards her, I notice that it was the lolita girl, so I made a mental note to act as formal as possible.

Apollo: Good day, madame.

???: Good day. I do not think that we have been introduced. I am Celestia Ludenberg.

Apollo: Celestia Ludenwha?

Celeste: Ludenberg. It is my name. But if you don't mind, I would prefer for you to call me Celeste.

Apollo: I-I see.

Celeste: Also, if you find my name to be hard to comprehend as Japanese, I also feel the same way to you. 

Apollo: Oh, I get that a lot. Anyone who's heard my name immediately thinks of me as an American.

Celeste: Ah, so I believe we have something in common.

Apollo: Mhm. I guess we can relate.

As I lend my hand for a handshake, she formally bows and shakes it. Well, I guess the rumors in those threads were right about her. The self-styled Celestia Ludenberg, the Ultimate Gambler. She's never lost a bet before. Other than her love of gothic lolita clothing choices, everything else is wrapped in a veil of lies. 

I also saw that she's entered and won an underground gambling tournament, earning her the title "Queen of Liars". I should be well aware of what she says if she decides to stir up some trouble, but I doubt it. 

Celeste: I look forward to getting to know you better.

Apollo: Same here. 

Celeste: Heh-heh-heh...

Celeste then flashes one of her deceptive smiles. Something about her feels off, but I didn't really pay much attention. I should also watch my wallet around her... If I had one in my pocket that is. Apparently, my wallet disappeared in my pocket, but I'm sure I'll find it sometime down the road.

After her, I went to the final person. The person that I knew the most since we entered the same High School and Elementary School, Makoto Naegi.

Apollo: Hey hey!

Makoto: Apollo! Good to see you here.

Makoto Naegi, my best friend since elementary school. I don't know how he got here since I know he doesn't have an Ultimate Talent like me. Maybe he's just like me, the Ultimate Lucky Student. After all, if I remember correctly, the brochure said that I was 1/2 who got picked in the lottery. Maybe this was him? Curious, I asked him.

Apollo: Makoto, how did you get here? Did you somehow develop a secret Ultimate Talent?

Makoto: No, not at all. I'm the Ultimate Lucky Student. 

I clapped and let out a squeal of delight.

Apollo: Same! What a coincidence!

We both high-fived and laughed.

Makoto: This is perfect! I was afraid that I would be all alone here, and you come in from out of the blue!

Apollo: Same dude, same. So, this is what you meant by being busy last night, hmm?

Makoto: Yea, I was busy researching the Ultimate Talents that'll be in this school. I assume you did the same?

Apollo: Yep.

Makoto: Heh, great minds think alike.

Apollo: Great minds think alike. Anyways, what high school did you go to after Blackroot? 

Makoto: Dusk High School, what about you?

When I heard Makoto said that, I couldn't believe it.

Apollo: I was also at Dusk High School.

Makoto: No way! You must be kidding, right?

Apollo: I'm not joking my guy, I was in Dusk High School.

Makoto: T-Then how did we not see each other? What class were you?

Apollo: I was in Class 33rd.

Makoto: Oh, that explains it. I was in Class 69th. No way we could've seen each other.

Apollo: Heh, nice.

Makoto: Wait, what do you mean, nice?

Apollo: Oh nothing, just a joke that an uncultured swine like you wouldn't understand.

Makoto: Hey, that's not-

I flash him a cheeky grin, to which he understands that I was joking.

Makoto: You clown...

Apollo: Hehehe, looking forward to spending the next few years with you.

Makoto: Same here.

We high-fived again, happy and joyful faces on our faces. After all, who doesn't like being in the same class with your best friend?

And with that, the introductions were out of the way. What I learned is that even if their an "Ultimate", they each have their own individual trait that defines then. Aoi's energy, Sakura's muscles, Byakuya's Assholeness, Hifumi's love for 2D, Yasuhiro's hallucinations, and so much more. 

And before I knew it, the King of Assholes started to talk.

3RD PERSON POV

Byakuya: Okay, time to get down to business. This is no time to stand around making friends like a bunch of dull-eyed baboons.

Apollo: Yea yea, whatever. We do have a bigger problem on our hands though, that I agree with.

Sayaka: Umm, Apollo? 

Turning around, you turned to see Sayaka.

Apollo: Yea?

Sayaka: You said that a bunch of stuff happened and then you were asleep, right?

Apollo: Yep. I enter the Main Hall, my vision becomes blurry, then I find myself leaning in the corner of a classroom.

Sayaka: Well... The same is true about all of us.

Makoto: Yea, the same thing happened to me too. I found myself sleeping headfirst on a table.

Apollo: R-Really? Is that true?

Leon: Just after each of us got to the main hall, we lost consciousness. And when we came to, we were somewhere here in the school! That's what happened to you too, right?

Apollo: T-That's right...

Makoto: But that's just... weird! That every one of us would get knocked out like that...

Mondo: Exactly! That's why we're all freakin' out!

Kiyotaka: And that's not the only thing. You saw where all the windows in the classes and hallways were, right? Instead of normal glass windows, it was a bunch of big metal plates! What's that about!?

Junko: Plus, all my stuff's missing! Even my cellphone...

Apollo: And my wallet. And my piece of paper. And...

You fumble around your pockets and cursed.

Apollo: No... My keys for my bike! It's gone!

Chihiro: I haven't seen my PDA anywhere, either...

Kiyotaka: And there's the main hall here. The front exit is completely blocked by some giant metal hatch.

You looked at the front exit and sure enough, a giant metal hatch blocks it.

Kiyotaka: But there wasn't anything like that when I first got here...! What the heck!? What's it doing there!?

Apollo: Yo, quiet down a bit, will you? I'm pretty sure we all don't know, too.

Junko: Maybe we got caught up in some kinda, like, you know... crime or something?

Apollo: C-Crime?

Leon: What, like... a kidnapping? You think maybe someone grabbed us and hauled us off and we're not actually at school? 

A chill goes down your spine. 

Apollo: If that's so, then where are we? 

You thought about it, but Hiro interrupts your train of thought.

Yasuhiro: Come on, don't think like that. Cheer up! I bet this is all just a part of the school's orientation procedure. 

Hiro then looks more enlightened by his own idea.

Yasuhiro: Yeah, I'm sure that's it! So I'm just gonna take it easy for a little bit. 

Chihiro: Oh... So you think they wanted to do something that will surprise us?

Leon: Huh. Well if that's all it is, it's nap time for me. I was up way too late last night, so I could use a little shuteye.

Everyone's tension fades away at the thought, but you weren't completely buying the story.

Apollo: H-Hold on, what kind of school would do this though? Think about it, the glass windows and the front exit... It's like we're imprisoned or something.

Makoto: Yea, I agree. Something's off.

Your question snaps everyone's attention, and as you all thought about it...

It began.

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Chapter 3: The Game.

Literally writing this chapter right after this comes out. Stay Tuned!