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Jin Kirigiri sighed as he steeled his nerves. This was a meeting he needed to have. It didn’t make dealing with the Steering Committee any easier, but it was important. Especially if he actually wanted a say in the future of what should be his school. With another sigh, he finally entered into the Steering Committee's conference room, where all of them were waiting. 

“Kirigiri, what brings you?” The leader of the group, a man named Akihiko Ashikawa, asked the man in front of him. 

“It relates to the recently proposed idea of an overseas branch of Hope’s Peak,” Jin decided to just bite the bullet. He did see the merit of the idea. While Hope’s Peak was a rather prestigious school, there had been criticisms aimed at the academy for years regarding the school’s claim of enrolling the best and most talented students in the world, yet only regularly inviting students from Japan, which led to a rather embarrassing scandal when a former Hope’s Peak Ultimate Swordsman lost a rather public bout to someone from Canada. An overseas branch would help, but there was still an issue. One that Jin had a plan for if the Steering Committee would let him implement it. 

“And what about it?” Another member, Tadachika Tomita, asked for his fellows. 

“I fear that we don’t know enough about the western world to make such an endeavor successful.” Jin admitted before holding up a hand to stop any questions. “However, I believe I have a solution.”

“Which is?” The third member, Wataru Wakaba, asked with genuine interest in his voice. 

“A special third Class 77: Class 77 International.” Jin revealed. “I’ve had Kizakura scout some potential students. As the Ultimate Princess is already in Class 77-B and it would be too late to find another candidate for a local class, she would not be moved.” With that, Jin handed the files he had brought with him to the meeting over to the Steering Committee. The four members all read over them, taking turns looking over each. Their expressions were unreadable, but Jin saw the way their eyes would rise when they saw what each potential student was like and what they were capable of. Once they were done, the men huddled together, sometimes pointing at one of the files. 

“We’ve come to a decision,” Akihiko declared once they had finished talking. Again, their expressions were unreadable.

“And?” Jin asked, trying not to let his nerves show. 

“This is a brilliant idea,” Akihiko declared. His expression didn’t change, but Jin could tell his reaction was genuine. “However, we do have a few questions before we agree to send out the invites.”

“I will answer what I can,” Jin replied with a nod, mostly just pleased that they seemed to like his plan. 

“Why is there no planned Lucky Student?” The last member of the Committee, Ugestu Uragami, was the first to speak up. 

Jin shook his head. “As much as I enjoy the concept of the Lucky Student, it would be too complex to run a lottery across the entire western world when compared to just Japan.”

“How were you able to collect a potential class so quickly?” Tadachika spoke up this time. 

“When the idea was first proposed, Kizakura and I decided to look into potential students of various ages. These are just the ones in Class 77’s age range. 

“On that topic, would we potentially do a Class 76 International or a Class 78 International?” Wataru chimed in. 

Jin shook his head again. “I think it’s best to stick with only one class to observe for three years, but if you want, we have more potential students if needed.” There were a few more questions afterwards, but Jin could tell the Steering Committee was impressed. He was just hoping. He was just hoping there wouldn’t be any problems with the incoming students. 

“Welcome to Hope’s Peak, Class 77-I!”

Almost as soon as the meeting was adjourned, sixteen letters were sent out to bring Class 77-International together.

An up and coming fashion designer can barely believe her luck as she reads her letter, even with her parents and lovers assuring her. A change of scenery wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.

A street artist is cheered by his family, all of whom know of his skills but also know he needs the affirmation of his talents. 

A belly dancer embraces her uncle, the man who raised her, while eagerly planning how to break the news to her friends and boyfriend. 

A future race car driver, who nearly made it to the track before his true age was discovered, proudly presents his letter to his mentor, who manages to give him a proud smile. 

A neighbor watch member heads to his girlfriend’s home with his letter, only to be met by her with a matching letter. A kiss is shared and plans to tell friends are made. 

A track star proudly shows off his letter to his family, none of whom he’s related to by blood. However, they cheer with the enthusiasm of a true family all the same. 

An heiress to a famed robotic company proudly presents her letter to her father, who lets out a proud laugh and hugs her, proudly telling her he always believed in her. 

An archer shows off his letter to the three most important people in his life-his prideful mother, his smiling girlfriend and his disbelieving twin brother. 

A girl whose claim to fame was a homemade railgun proudly presents her letter alongside her boyfriend, who had been there when she discovered the letter. Her mother nearly falls out of her wheelchair trying to give her a hug, her father is near tears and her cousin offers a heartfelt congratulation. 

A pair of twins, one girl and one boy, race to present their letters, each one praising them for a different talent, to their great uncles. Both men, who basically raised them, can barely hide their emotions as they race to hug their great niece and nephew.  

The crown jewel of a famous circus proudly shows off her letter to just about everyone in the troupe. All of them can’t help but cry or hug her when they see it. The performer gleefully accepts them with her own teary hug. 

A bass guitarist with a glamrock flair can barely believe the letter in his hands, even with his bandmates cheering around him. A part of him feels like he stole the letter from someone no longer present, but the other part knows he can make them proud. 

A rehabilitation counselor is crying happily as she presents her letter to her equally excited father and girlfriend. She feels validated in her eyes, but wishes her mom was around to see it. 

Finally, a boy with a talent for finding just about everything and raised by a community over a traditional family proudly presents his letter to everyone, his pride deserved in everyone’s eyes.

Sixteen letters sent out are soon returned as sixteen resounding yeses. Sixteen flights to Japan are booked. 

Sixteen students with no idea just what the next three years would entail. And a school with no idea what was coming. 

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“C’mon Dipper! We’re finally here!” 

“Mabel, can you please slow down!?” 

“Sorry Dipper. I’m just so excited!” Mabel Pines, the soon to be Ultimate Sweater Knitter of Class 77-International, declared to her twin brother Dipper. While they looked similar enough, one could see from their attire alone that they were as different as night and day. Even after the long flight, Mabel was still all smiles and dressed in a colorful tank top with an equally colorful homemade sweater wrapped around her waist, shorts and bedazzled sneakers. By comparison, Dipper let his exhaustion show and was dressed far less flashy, with his outfit consisting of a beat up lumberjack cap, a red and black flannel shirt, a blue undershirt, jeans and boots. Even their accessories showed their differences, with Dipper only having a pencil behind his ear while Mabel had flashy bracelets, earrings and a headband. 

“I am too!” Dipper assured her before going back to the extremely vague directions he had been given for once he and his sister arrived at the airport. “But it’s also really busy here and I’m still not sure where the bus is!”

“Oh it can’t be that hard!” Mabel insisted. “After all, Hope’s Peak wouldn’t just abandon us at the airport!” With that final declaration, Mabel spread her arms out and accidentally slapped a person who had been walking behind her. 

“What the hell!?” He angrily snapped at Mabel. Almost instantly, Dipper was worried that the guy was trouble. His black hair was pulled into a short ponytail with a green streak going through it. He had several piercings in his ears, as well as a few on his face, a black arm band around his wrist and a bandanna around his neck. On top of his piercing, a small goatee was also present on his face. His outfit was made up of a black t-shirt with a cartoony skull on it, a tan undershirt, shorts and sneakers. 

And everything had splatters of what looked like spray paint on it. 

“Look, she’s sorry!” Dipper quickly spoke up as he put himself between Mabel and the other boy, not wanting a fight. “She’s just excited.”

“Yeah! Because you’re looking at a Hope’s Peak Academy student, baby!” Mabel proudly boasted. Almost instantly, the other boy’s face softened.

“Oh, you’re one too?” He asked as he showed off a series of directions not unlike the one Dipper was trying to use. “Sorry for snapping. I’m just really annoyed and tired. You smacking me just…pushed me over the edge.” He then flashed a grin. “I’m Duncan Knight-The Ultimate Street Artist!”

“I’m Mabel Pines, the Ultimate Sweater Knitter!” Mabel declared proudly as she rapidly shook Duncan’s hand. She then threw her arms around her brother. “And this is my twin brother Dipper!”

“I’m the Ultimate Cryptozoologist,” Dipper explained as he took his turn shaking Duncan’s hand. 

“Didn’t know they let in people who are good at talking about made up monsters,” Duncan couldn’t help but comment, a grin on his face. 

“That’s not what being a cryptozoologist is!” Dipper angrily protested. He knew he should be used to it, but people joking about what he and Grunkle Ford did still annoyed him to no end. “We search and study the unknown! Granted that does usually include supposedly fake monsters and folklore, but it also includes learning about various cultures!”

“Yeah yeah, still made up,” Duncan taunted. Dipper just snarled at him. 

“Uh guys? Shouldn’t we keep looking for the bus?” Mabel offered, hoping to keep a fight from breaking out. “Waddles is getting tired.”

“Who’s Waddles?” Duncan asked, only to notice the pet carrier with Mabel’s luggage. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting, but a pig wasn’t one of them. “You have a pig?” He then chuckled. “Guess I’m not the one with the weirdest pet.”

“What do you have?” Mabel asked as she and Dipper started looking over Duncan’s own luggage. Dipper ended up being the one to find the terrarium. 

And the tarantula inside. 

That’s Scruffy,” Duncan said with a fond smile. “He’s my muse. One of ‘em, anyways.”

“Waddles is my muse too!” Mabel cheerfully replied. “We should let them have a muse pet playdate!”

“Somehow I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Dipper piped up. He then let out a yawn. “And if you’re gonna keep talking, can we find the bus? I’m exhausted.”

“Ugh, I forgot how tired I am,” Duncan groaned as he let out a yawn of his own. “Seriously, you’d think Hope’s Peak would have better directions or something. Not just a vague ‘go find this bus!’” Now working together, the trio did their best to navigate the airport with their limited knowledge of the location they were in and with what little logic their tired minds could come up with. As it was late, there were not a lot of workers left to ask, but the group eventually managed to find the bus. Upon stepping on, they noticed that there were two boys already on it. 

“Hey! Are you guys in our class too?” Mabel greeted the duo as they turned to face her, Dipper and Duncan. 

“That depends. Are you a member of Class 77 International?” The first boy asked. He had spiky blue hair that looked to be as sharp as his smile and dressed in a blue vest, shorts in the same color, a white shirt under the vest, red sneakers and white gloves, with a golden ring attached to a chain around his neck. 

“Yep! I’m Mabel Pines! The Ultimate Sweater Knitter! Who are you guys?” Mabel asked, energy seemingly completely returning to her. 

“I’m Sonic Wachowski! The Ultimate Track Star!” The spiky haired boy replied before pointing to the other boy, who was dressed in a red NASCAR jacket with a white tank top under it, red sweatpants-which, along with his red jacket, complemented his blond hair due to the red highlights-and black boots. “And that’s Lightning McQueen, the Ultimate Race Car Driver!”

“Uh…I thought we weren’t old enough for that,” Dipper couldn’t help but comment.

“Think that’s why I’m here,” Lightning admitted as he rubbed the back of his head. “Faked my age to get in and by the time I was caught, I was pretty much on the track. A bunch of sponsors are already fighting for me once I’m actually old enough.”

“You got in, so you clearly did something right,” Sonic pointed out before turning back to Dipper. “So how about the rest of you?” Dipper was about to speak up, only for a loud thud to cause everyone to turn to the door of the bus, where a girl had tripped inside. 

“Are you okay?” Dipper asked for the group, causing the girl to let out an embarrassed squeak. 

“Y-Yes I’m fine!” She sputtered out as she stood up to brush herself off, letting everyone take in her appearance. Her hair was a strange blueish-black pulled into two small pigtails and her outfit had a clear homemade feel, yet still looked professional; a black jacket over a white shirt with a flower design on the left breast, pink jeans and cream slip ons. A purse wrested on her shoulder and, if one looked closely, they could see ladybug themed earrings in her ears. “I’m the Ultimate Fashion Designer, Marinette Dupain-Cheng!”

“Ay, fashion buddies!” Mabel cheered. “I’m Mabel Pines, the Ultimate Sweater Knitter!” 

“I’d love to see your designs!” Marinette replied as she took a seat across from Mabel and Dipper once she collected herself. Once she was settled, the boys all began introducing themselves and, as if on cue, as soon as the last introduction was made, the doors opened up again and another person stepped on. 

“Uh, are you lost, kid?” Lightning asked the newcomer. It was another girl, one who was rather short and had darker skin than the rest of the group. Her hair, as well as parts of her eyes, was a deep purple, with the rest of her eyes being yellow. Most of her hair was covered by a beanie, while a hoodie with what seemed to be a band graphic, silver jeans and combat boots covered her body. Even with the low lighting of the bus, her various facial and ear piercings shined. 

“I am not a kid!” She snapped at Lightning, calling the taller boy and several other students to jump. “I’m the fricking Ultimate Weapons Designer of Hope’s Peak Academy’s Class-77 International! Name’s Uzi Doorman!”

“Wait, aren’t you that chick who went viral for making a homemade rail gun?” Duncan asked as he sat up. 

“She made a what?!” Dipper exclaimed. 

“Hell yeah!” Uzi proudly confirmed. “I’d show you, but they made me ship in here in advance.”

“Pretty sure they wouldn’t let that on a plane,” Marinette couldn’t help but note. Uzi shot her a glare before taking a seat once everyone had finished introducing themselves. It was a few more minutes before the next person boarded and he was a vast contrast from Uzi just based on height. His skin was even darker than hers, but his hair was pulled into a red mohawk made out of locs and his eyes were a vibrant orange. But it was his outfit that was catching everyone’s eyes. His green leather jacket had purple spikes and shoulder pads and it, along with his purple undershirt, did little to hide how ripped he was, while his scale patterned pants and purple combat boots somehow only made him look taller. Meanwhile, all his accessories-star-shaped sunglasses, a studded belt, various face and ear piercing, purple cut off gloves and two spiked arm bands, as well as a spiked collar only made it clear he was someone who loved to be the center of attention. 

“Gonna guess you guys are my classmates?” He asked as he smiled, revealing most of his teeth had been filed into fangs. “Name’s Montgomery Gatorson Junior, the Ultimate Glamrock Bassist! But, uh, just call me Monty.”

“Dipper, where are your journals!? I want to see if this guy is a were-alligator!” Mabel demanded as she began to rifle through her brother’s backpack. 

“Mabel!” Dipper snapped as he tried to pull his bag away from his sister. Monty, for his part, just laughed. 

“The animal thing is part of my band’s gimmick,” Monty admitted as he sat down. “My boyfriend has a bear theme and our two other bandmates are themed around a chicken and a wolf!”

“Sounds fun to watch!” Sonic piped up. A few others nodded or mumbled in agreement as the bus doors opened again. 

“What sounds fun?” A new voice asked as the next person boarded the bus. It was another girl with darker skin and purple hair, albeit a much more vibrant shade than Uzi’s as well as much longer. Her outfit was much different as well, consisting of a red cropped tank top, flowing pants and slip ons in the same color and a grey vest, as well as golden earrings and bracers as well as a black choker. 

Duncan let out a sleazy wolf whistle. “Damn. Never been this excited for school before.”

“I’m taken,” The girl deadpanned, rolling her eyes as Duncan playfully snapped his fingers in disappointment. “But I am part of this class. I’m Shantae Ahmed, the Ultimate Belly Dancer.”

“Uh, I thought that was for adults only,” Sonic piped up. 

“Oh, that’s actually a pretty common myth!” Shantae began, clearly enjoying a chance to talk about her talent. “The oversexualization is a thing, but there are classes for kids! I’ve actually been doing it for a while! But…please don’t be gross. I have to deal with it enough at home.”

“You ever have to fight a creep?!” Mabel asked almost too eagerly. Some of the boys certainly seemed interested in knowing that, causing Shantae to chuckle. 

“Usually, my uncle deals with creeps, but I did kick a guy in the crotch once,” Shantae said in amusement. This got her several compliments from both genders as she sat down which only stopped when the bus door opened again. 

“Is this the bus to Hope’s Peak?” The person asked. She was easily the nicest dressed person there, wearing a matching red pants suit, with black stud earrings and dress shoes.

“Yep,” Uzi said for the group. “What are you supposed to be? Ultimate Business Woman?”

“Nope! I’m the Ultimate Rehabilitation Counselor-Charlotte Magne! But please call me Charlie!” The girl declared with pride. 

“Oh, so you help people on drugs and stuff?” Sonic asked. 

“I try to help anyone who is willing to try to get better,” Charlie explained, a smile on her face. 

“That’s sweet,” Monty said in a tone that no one could tell if it was genuine or not. Charlie took it well, however, and sat down. It took a few more minutes for the next person to show up, but the first thing anyone noticed about him was his hairstyle, which was a yellow, spiky, fauxhawk on top of purple hair. His outfit was also very purple-purple zip up hoodie with a yellow undershirt, purple cargo pants, purple cutoff gloves and purple spiked boots. In addition to that, he was also wearing a winged backpack and two hanging earrings that vaguely looked like horns. He was also holding a birdcage. 

“And I thought Monty dressed the craziest,” Duncan couldn’t help but comment. The boy snorted, although no one could tell if it was annoyance or amusement. 

“Yeah, yeah, I know. But I like it,” The boy said gruffly. “Name’s Spyro Eldred, the Ultimate Tracker. I’m mostly just good at finding stuff. I’m not like…a hunter or something.”

“Hey, even if your talent is weird, you’re still here. Means you did something right,” Sonic pointed out, causing Spyro to smile and his bird to let out a cheerful chirp. 

“Aw, you’ve got a little bird friend!” Mabel cooed, causing Spyro to begin showing said bird off. It was a canary and seemed very fond of Spyro himself. 

“This is Sparx. He’s my partner,” Spyro explained, causing Sparx to let out a cheerful chirp. 

“A spider, a pig and now a canary,” Duncan snorted in amusement as Spyro sat down. “What’s next?”

“This the Hope’s Peak bus?” The door opened again and, this time, two people entered together-a boy and a girl. The boy was bald and wearing sunglasses even though it was the dead of night. His outfit aside from that consisted of a red button up shirt, gray shorts and brown sneakers. The girl at his side had blond hair and was dressed in an orange hoodie with purple highlights, blue sweatpants and sandals. 

“You’re in the right place!” Mabel assured them. “I’m Mabel Pines! The Ultimate Sweater Knitter! Who are you?”

“Uno. Nigel Uno,” The boy declared as he adjusted his sunglasses. “I’m the Ultimate Neighborhood Watch Member. And this lovely woman is my girlfriend and boss-Rachel McKenize, the Ultimate Neighborhood Watch Leader.” Rachel just flashed everyone a smile as she waved with one hand, using her other to pull her boyfriend closer to her. 

“Ugh, don’t be gross,” Uzi groaned. 

“Jealous?” Lightning taunted the smaller girl, who promptly tried taking a swing at him. 

“Bite me! I have a boyfriend!” Uzi snapped back. 

“Guys, no fighting!” Charlie begged. Nigel, for his part, just sighed.

“I wish I could say chaos isn’t something we’re used to,” He noted as he pressed his finger to the bridge of his glasses. 

“Hey, this place will probably be less…violent than back home.” Rachel offered. “It will be nice to not have to worry about creeps.”

“Like…creepy creeps or monstrous ones?” Spyro had to ask. 

“Depended on who we went after,” Nigel declared as he and Rachel took a seat, a hamster crawling out of the latter’s pocket once they did so. 

“How do you have the most normal pet?” Shantae had to ask as she looked at Duncan, Mabel and Spyro. Rachel gave her a look, but seemed too tired to do much beyond that. 

“Aw, I wish I knew we were allowed to bring pets!” Charlie bemoaned. “I’ve got two…or, well, I guess it’s one now, guard dog! But I left him at home.”

“Maybe ya could bring him back during a break or something?” Monty offered. Before Charlie could reply, the doors of the bus opened and everyone could hear the sound of heels clacking on the floor. Said heels were quickly revealed to belong to a pink haired girl dressed in a grey undershirt with a white blazer over it and slacks, with her hair being held back with what looked like a custom headband. 

“Wait…Susie?” Dipper realized once his mind correctly identified the person who had just boarded the bus. Upon noticing him, Susie perked up. 

“Ah, Dipper! It’s great to see a familiar face!” Susie greeted him with a smile. She then turned to the rest of the bus. “I’m Susanna Haltmann, heiress to the Haltmann Works Company and the Ultimate Roboticist, but I would prefer it if you called me Susie.”

“So does that mean you make mech suits and stuff?” Spyro eagerly asked, with the faces of several others on the bus clearly hoping that was true as well.

“I wish,” Susie admitted with a chuckle. “But the most I’ve done so far is secretary work for my dad and well...perhaps it’s best if I showed you all.” Before anyone could question what she meant, Susie rolled up her slacks, revealing her legs were completely mechanical. She then rolled up her sleeve, revealing a mechanical arm brace.

“You made those?” A very impressed sounding Nigel asked. Susie merely nodded smugly, causing Nigel to nod back.

“I think one of my partners mentioned you,” Marinette piped up. “How did you and Dipper meet?”

“His girlfriend and I come from the same tax bracket,” Susie revealed as she took a seat. 

“You have a rich girlfriend?” Monty snorted in amusement. Dipper glared at him, but any comments were stopped by a new student boarding the bus. Much like Susie, she had pink hair, but was dressed much more casually-a purple hoodie, a skirt, boots, white gloves and, most surprisingly, a white and pink striped witch’s hat.

“What are you supposed to be? Ultimate Witch?” Duncan asked, genuine confusion in his voice. 

“Close,” The girl admitted. “I’m actually the Ultimate Circus Performer. My name is Vivian Toadstool.”

“As in the Amazing Toadstool Sparkle Circus?” Uzi asked. 

“Yeah! That’s it!” Vivian eagerly replied as she sat down. “Have you been before?”

“Nah, but my boyfriend’s crazy possible dad called it a fake circus all the time, so it’s probably awesome,” Uzi replied bluntly. 

“I feel like we should question that,” Rachel stage-whispered to Nigel. A few people seemed to agree, but Uzi didn’t seem to want to share more. 

“...Well I promise it’s really cool!” Vivian assured the group once she got her thoughts together. “Most of my family has parts in it! And I guess I’m the best if I’m here.”

“Speaking of here, how much longer until we get to finally go to Hope’s Peak?” Sonic asked, impatiently tapping his foot. Nigel quietly stood up as he began counting everyone on the bus. 

“There’s fifteen of us here,” He reported. “So there’s only one student left.” As if on cue, the bus door opened and the final student rushed on board. 

“Sorry to keep you waiting!” He announced with a smile. He had messy brown hair held back with a golden sports headband and dressed in a white tunic with a matching white scarf, black shorts and sandals. “The Ultimate Archer, Philippos Angelos, at your service, but everyone calls me Pit!”

“Looks like we got an interesting set of talents,” Lightning couldn’t help but note as Pit sat down. 

“Just mean we’re gonna have an awesome couple of years!” Mabel cheered, which caused several other students to cheer as the bus pulled out of the airport. No one really knew what was waiting for them at Hope’s Peak, but they all knew it would be unforgettable.

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Boys 

• Duncan Knight: Ultimate Street Artist
• Height: 5’10
• Weight: 135 lbs
• Blood type: AB+
• Hair: Black hair with a small ponytail, the tips of which are dyed green along with a green streak running along the side. (Also has a goatee)
• Eye color: Blue
• Clothing: Black shirt with a cartoon skull on it, tan long sleeved under shirt, shorts, red high top sneakers (all items appear to have various paint splatters on them)
• Accessories: Earrings, black arm band, bandanna (around his neck)
• Sexuality: Heterosexual 
• Birthday: July 17th
• Current Home: Muskoka Lakes, Ontario, Canada
• Mason “Dipper” Pines: Ultimate Cryptozoologist
• Height: 5’6
• Weight: 104 lbs
• Blood type: A+
• Hair: Messy brown hair. 
• Eye color: Brown 
• Clothing: Red and black flannel shirt, blue undershirt, jeans, boots
• Accessories: Tan and dark brown lumberjack hat, pencil behind the ear. 
• Sexuality: Bisexual
• Birthday: August 31st
• Current Home: Gravity Falls, Oregon 
• Sonic Wachowski: Ultimate Track Star 
• Height: 5’3
• Weight: 117 lbs
• Blood type: B+
• Hair: Spiked blue hair
• Eye color: Green
• Clothing: Blue vest, white shirt, blue shorts, red sneakers
• Accessories: A gold ring on a necklace chain, gloves
• Sexuality: Asexual 
• Birthday: June 23rd
• Current Home: Green Hills, Montana 
• Montgomery “Monty” Gatorson Junior: Ultimate Glamrock Bassist 
• Height: 6’3
• Weight: 240 lbs
• Blood type: O+
• Hair: Red mohawk
• Eye color: Orange 
• Clothing: Green spiked leather vest with purple shoulder pads, purple undershirt, scaled themed green sweatpants, purple spiked boots
• Accessories: Star shaped sunglasses, belt, piercings, cut off purple gloves, spiked armbands, spiked collar
• Sexuality: Homosexual
• Birthday: December 16th
• Current Home: Hurricane, Utah  
• Philippos “Pit” Angelos: Ultimate Archer
• Height: 5’3
• Weight: 125 lbs
• Blood type: A+
• Hair: Messy brown hair
• Eye color: Blue
• Clothing: White tunic, black shorts, sandals. 
• Accessories: Golden headband, white scarf 
• Sexuality: Heterosexual 
• Birthday: March 22nd
• Current Home: Atlanta, Georgia 
• Spyro Eldred: Ultimate Tracker
• Height: 5’2
• Weight: 111 lbs
• Blood type: B-
• Hair color: Messy purple hair with a blond fauxhawk in the middle 
• Eye color: Purple
• Clothing: Purple hoodie, yellow undershirt, purple cargo pants, cutoff gloves, spiked boots.
• Accessories: Backpack, earrings
• Sexuality: Heterosexual 
• Birthday: September 9th 
• Current Home: Robbinsville, North Carolina 
• Nigel Uno: Ultimate Neighborhood Watch Member
• Height: 5’5
• Weight: 122 lbs
• Blood type: AB+
• Hair: Brown hair 
• Eye color: Blue
• Clothing: Red button up, gray shorts, brown sneakers
• Accessories: Sunglasses
• Sexuality: Demiromantic Heterosexual 
• Birthday: August 13th
• Current Home: Norfolk, Virginia 
• Monty “Lightning” McQueen: Ultimate Race Car Driver
• Height: 5’9
• Weight: 157 lbs
• Blood type: O+
• Hair: Blonde messy hair with red highlights
• Eye color: Blue
• Clothing: Red NASCAR jacket, white tank top, red sweatpants, black boots
• Accessories: Red pants
• Sexuality: Heterosexual 
• Birthday: June 9th 
• Current Home: Radiator Springs, Arizona 

Girls 

• Vivian Toadstool: Ultimate Circus Performer 
• Height: 5’6
• Weight: 153 lbs
• Blood type: B-
• Hair: Long messy pink hair
• Eye color: Red/Pink
• Clothing: Purple hoodie, baggy sweatpants, boots
• Accessories: Hat, gloves
• Sexuality: Pansexual 
• Birthday: July 22nd
• Current Home: New York City, New York 
• Susanna “Susie” Haltmann: Ultimate Roboticist
• Height: “5’2” (see accessories)
• Weight: 105 lbs
• Blood type: O+
• Hair: Long pink hair kept neat
• Eye color: Blue
• Clothing: Grey undershirt, white blazer, slacks, dress shoes
• Accessories: Headband, mechanical prosthetic legs, arm bracer (note: student made the prosthetics herself)
• Sexuality: Bisexual
• Birthday: June 10th
• Current Home: Toronto, Ontario, Canada
• Charlotte “Charlie” Magne: Ultimate Rehabilitation Counselor 
• Height: 5’7
• Weight: 110 lbs
• Blood type: AB-
• Hair: Long, whitish blond hair pulled back into a braid.
• Eye color: Red
• Clothing: Red blazer, white undershirt, red pants, dress shoes. 
• Accessories: Earrings
• Sexuality: Bisexual 
• Birthday: October 28th  
• Current Home: Hell, Michigan
• Uzume “Uzi” Doorman: Ultimate Weapons Designer
• Height: 4’8
• Weight: 116 lbs
• Blood type: A+
• Hair: Short purple hair
• Eye color: Purple/Yellow
• Clothing: Black hoodie, silver jeans, silver skirt, black combat boots
• Accessories: Black beanie, piercings 
• Sexuality: Bisexual
• Birthday: October 29th
• Current Home: Copper City, California 
• Shantae Ahmed: Ultimate Belly Dancer
• Height: 5’4
  Weight: 121 lbs
• Blood type: A+
• Hair: Very long purple hair pulled into a ponytail
• Eye color: Blue
• Clothing: Grey vest, red crop top, red flowing pants, red slip ons. 
• Accessories: Earrings, choker
• Sexuality: Pansexual
• Birthday: June 2nd
• Current Home: Scuttle Town, Zemlja šljokica (Island found off the coast of Turkey)
• Marinette Dupain-Cheng: Ultimate Fashion Designer
• Height: 5’4
• Weight: 117 lbs
• Blood type: A+
• Hair: Blueish black hair pulled into two small pigtails
• Eye color: Blue
• Clothing: Black jacket, white shirt with a design, pink jeans, pink slip ons. 
• Accessories: Earrings
• Sexuality: Bisexual 
• Birthday: December 20th
• Current Home: Paris, France
• Mabel Pines: Ultimate Sweater Knitter
• Height: 5’6
• Weight: 120 lbs
• Blood type: A+
• Hair: Long messy brown hair 
• Eye color: Brown 
• Clothing: Tank top with sweater wrapped around it, shorts and bedazzled sneakers. 
• Accessories: Headband, earrings, bracelets. 
• Sexuality: Bisexual
• Birthday: August 31st 
• Current Home: Gravity Falls, Oregon. 
• Rachel McKenzie: Ultimate Neighborhood Watch Leader.  
• Height: 5’4
• Weight: 127 lbs
• Blood type: A+
• Hair: Blond free flowing hair. 
• Eye color: Brown
• Clothing: Orange hoodie, blue sweatpants, sandals
• Accessories: N/A
• Sexuality: Bisexual
• Birthday: August 25th
• Current Home: Norfolk, Virginia

Chapter Text

“Never change, Mabel,” Dipper thought to himself. In spite of the fact everyone was still rather jetlagged, Mabel was bursting with energy as they walked towards the building where the Hope’s Peak student orientation would take place. 

“Dipper! Do you think any boys in the other classes are cute?” Mabel excitedly asked her brother, who couldn’t help but sigh in response.

“Mabel, I thought you grew out of the “boy crazy” thing?” He groaned. 

“Hey, just because I’m not going nuts over every guy I see doesn’t mean I’m not looking for love anymore!” Mabel revealed with a grin. “Besides, if you can stumble backwards into a girlfriend, then I should be able to get a boyfriend while we’re here!”

“I wish you wouldn’t say it like that…” Dipper bemoaned as he and Mabel entered the auditorium. There were different sections for each class, both current and new. There were a few students scattered about but only Charlie seemed to have arrived for theirs. 

“Dipper! Mabel!” Charlie cheerfully waved them over to her. “I’m so excited! We finally get to meet our classmates! I mean, everyone in our part of the class seemed cool, but I love meeting new people!”

“I know right!?” Mabel gushed. “Dipper and I come from a pretty small town, so meeting new people for us usually comes in the form of our Grunkle scamming them.”

“Mabel!” Dipper snapped before turning to Charlie. “Our Grunkle runs a tourist trap. He’s not, like, a phone scammer or something.”

“I mean…that’s good?” Charlie offered unsurely before shaking her head. “You know, Mabel, you’ve got to make me and my girlfriend matching sweaters! I think we’d look so cute!”

“No problem. But, in exchange, you need to introduce me to some bad boys you’re helping!” Mabel declared. 

“Mabel…” Dipper groaned as he put his head into his hands. 

“The sight of Ultimates bonding! Truly a hopeful sight!” A voice from behind the trio declared. Turning around, they found a white haired boy with a weirdly unnerving smile. 

“Uh…hi, I’m Charlie,” Charlie awkwardly greeted him. “Are you in the other class?”

“I am, but I hope you don’t mind a talentless piece of trash like me took a spot here,” The boy said before heading to his part of the class’ section, leaving Charlie, Dipper and Mabel confused and speechless over what they just witnessed. 

“I see you’ve met Nagito,” An arriving Nigel declared as he took a seat. “He’s our year’s Ultimate Lucky Student. Me and some other students had to get him out of a tree last night.”

“...How?” Dipper managed to ask. 

“I have no idea,” Nigel groaned as he slumped into his chair. “Here’s to hoping he’s the weirdest student the other parts of our class have to offer.”

“Those freaks are weirder than my old high school classmates!” Duncan noted to himself. Once everyone had been settled, the various members of Class 77 were formally introduced to both the school and the media. After that, the school’s headmaster had begun talking, but Duncan had tuned him out in favor of watching the antics of what he was told was Class 77-B, which looked to be a mental asylum pretending to be a class. Somehow, the sanest members of the class looked like it was going to include an actual princess and a Yakuza member. 

Duncan was still a little surprised by the fact an actual princess was now his peer, but Hope’s Peak had been known for getting some impressive people whenever they did branch out of Japan. 

“Oh my god that’s a princess,” Marinette was rambling, causing Duncan to turn to her. “I’m going to embarrass myself in front of her and she’s going to slander me to everyone and no one is going to buy my clothes and-”

“Are…are you okay?” Duncan had to ask. Marinette let out another squeak, but she did stop rambling. 

“Sorry! It’s just…I know I’m working myself up over nothing. I mean, I already met a prince and-” Marinette began to explain, only for Duncan to cut her off. 

“Wait, wait, you know a prince?! Already!?” He exclaimed in shock, causing a few people to shush him. 

“It’s a long story” Marinette admittedly almost sheepishly. “I’ve got a weird knack for meeting famous people. I mean, I got to meet Jagged Stone and Clara Nightingale.”

“Damn, I don’t even like her music but I need to hear that story!” Duncan declared with a grin, which caused Marinette to let out another squeak. Duncan couldn’t help but chuckle in response. No matter what happened, he had a feeling this was going to be a fun time.

Monty was annoyed. 

During orientation, or at least the parts he paid attention to since he zoned out during most of it, every student was promised their very own student lab: a place where they were free to hone their talents. Monty was thrilled for a place where he could rock out as much as he wanted. 

There was just one small problem. 

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN I HAVE TO SHARE?!” Monty roared at the hapless attendant who showed him his lab. “I THOUGHT WE GOT OUR OWN LABS!”

“The student labs are still a new concept!” The attendant protested. “Additionally, your class was a late addition so we didn’t have time to prep labs for you all!”

“Ugh, fine!” Monty growled as he stomped inside. Whoever he was sharing his lab with had yet to arrive, so Monty took a chance to look around. They had pretty much repurposed an old stage for him, but a stage was a stage and Monty was a performer at heart, so rocking out for a bit might claim him down. Pulling out his guitar, Monty began to play, rocking out to a random melody he’d been meaning to give to Freddy to turn into an actual song. It wasn’t long until another guitar joined in. Turning around, Monty found a girl dressed almost as crazy as him. Her smile was wild and she was rocking out just as much as him. She even managed to make up some lyrics on the spot. 

“Hell yeah!” Monty cheered as he and the girl brought their makeshift song to an end. “You know what? I’m cool sharing my lab with you! You can rock almost as hard as me! Not sure if you were paying attention during the orientation, but I’m Monty Gatorson Junior, the Ultimate Glamrock Bassist!”

“I-buki Mi-oda! Put it together and what do you get?! Ibuki Mioda! The Ultimate Musician!" The girl cheerfully introduced herself. 

“Heh, I feel a little concerned about my own talents now if yours kinda includes mine,” Monty admitted, not that it stopped him from grinning. 

“Nah! You got your own music talent, Monty-Chan!” Ibuki declared before pointing to the air. “Now, let’s rock Hope’s Peak so hard, they’ll think it’s an earthquake!”

Monty responded by playing a hard cord on his guitar. “Now you’re speaking my language! Let’s rock!”

“Well. We’re going to have to set ground rules,” Susie noted as she crossed her arms. She had been told she would be sharing her student lab, but what she wasn’t told until she arrived was that she would be sharing with two people. Namely, Uzi and Class 77-B’s Ultimate Mechanic. Additionally, said lab was mostly full of various piles of scrap for all three students to tinker with. 

“Touch my stuff and die," Uzi all but growled. 

“No need to get violent…” The Ultimate Mechanic, one Kazuichi Soda, mumbled as he pulled his hat. 

“I agree with Uzi in that I don’t want you touching my projects without permission,” Susie agreed. “That being said, I would be open to possible collaborations if either of you are interested.”

“Hell yeah! We can make a super awesome mech suit! With awesome guns!” Uzi eagerly declared as she rubbed her hands together. 

“Uh…should I be concerned?” Kazuichi had to ask. He got more nervous at the two girls’ response of two matching smiles. 

“Probably,” Uzi responded for both of them.

“That being said, we could probably use your help,” Susie “assured” him. Kazuichi was both nervous and excited at the idea. Sometimes, he wished he was better at talking to girls.

Vivian grumbled as she hugged herself. The medical exam she just went through was the worst. She knew she needed it (every student was required to undergo one, after all) but that didn’t make it any better. Vivian was so distracted with her thoughts that she didn’t notice she was about to walk into someone until it was too late, sending both of them to the floor. 

“I’M SORRY!” The other person wailed. Shaking her head, Vivian found she was inches away from another girl-the nurse from Class 77-B, if her memory of orientation served her right-who seemed to be on the verge of tears. 

“Hey, it wasn’t your fault!” Vivian quickly assured her, slipping into her "circus star” voice. Great for cheering people up! “I was just annoyed with something, so I wasn’t paying attention.”

“S-so…y-you d-d-don’t h-hate m-me?” The girl asked. 

“What?! Why would I hate you?” Vivian, genuinely confused by the comment, responded. Before the other girl could respond, Vivian flashed her a soft smile. “You probably know from orientation, but I’m Vivian Toadstool, the Ultimate Circus Performer!” 

“...I’m…M-Mikan Tsumiki,” Mike replied, managing to muster up a little smile that just made Vivian smile a little more. 

“Say, Mikan, how about we go get some lunch?” Vivian offered. “Just to show that I don’t hate you?”

“You…y-you r-really m-mean it?” Mikan asked as her smile got even bigger. There was a weird sadness behind it that Vivian couldn’t place, but she didn’t need to question it. 

“Of course,” Vivian said. Mikan was practically clinging to her like a lifeline as they headed for the dining building, yet both girls couldn’t help but notice they felt a little warmer as they walked.

“C’mon! Really?!” Shantae exclaimed. This stuff could only happen to her. Because who else could take their dance shoes off for, like, a minute, then discover them in a tree?

“Oh, hey Shantae!” Pit greeted her as he walked over with Spyro in tow. “What’s up?”

“My shoes got thrown in that tree!” Shantae all but snarled out. She then sighed. “Sorry. I’m not mad at you. I’m just annoyed by…this.”

“How does that even happen?” Spyro had to ask as he and Pit checked out the tree. Indeed, a pair of shoes were hanging from one of the lower branches, but the branch was still high enough up that Shantae couldn’t reach them on her own. “Did you see who did it?”

“No…” Shantae grumbled. “I’ve been trying to fish them out for, like, the past ten minutes!” 

“Couldn’t you use your hair or something?” Pit asked, only to get a deadpan look in response. 

“Just because my hair is long does not make it a whip!” Shantae exclaimed. 

“Sparx could probably get them down for you,” Spyro offered before whistling for Sparx, who came flying over. 

“Whoa! How did he hear you? Isn’t he supposed to be in your dorm?” Pit asked. 

“Nah. He was flying around the school. He knows to come back to me,” Spyro assured him before turning back to the tree and pointing at the shoes. “Sparx, see those shoes?” The canary let out a few chirps in response. “Go get ‘em!” Shantae and Pit watched in awe as Sparx flew into the tree and proceeded to peck the shoes loose. 

“That was so cool!” Shantae gushed as she picked up her shoes. “You kinda remind me of my friend Sky. She trains birds too!”

“Heh. Wouldn’t mind meeting her someday,” Spyro said as he scratched Sparx’s chin, causing the bird to let out some happy chirps. “So, you seriously have no idea who took your shoes?” 

“No…” Shantae sighed. “I don’t even know why anyone would do that.”

“Well…I saw that really short girl with the banana pigtails giggling as she walked away from around here, so maybe it was her?” Pit offered. 

“Hey, worth an ask!” Shantae declared. “Want to come help me track her down?”

“Got nothing better to do,” Spyro admitted as he shoved his hands into his pockets. 

“Happy to help!” Pit assured her. “Besides, I wouldn’t mind making friends with you guys! You seem cool!” 

“Same to you!” Shantae replied with a smile. Sure, her day started kinda crummy, but it seemed like things had certainly picked up.

“Bon Bon! Where are you!?” Rachel called out. Sure, her hamster had always been adventurous, but she still liked to know where her pet had run off too in a brand new school. 

“Leader of night watchers!” A voice from behind her called out. Rachel turned to see a boy who she recognized as the Ultimate Animal Breeder standing behind her. He had several hamsters of his own resting on parts of his outfit, but was holding Bon Bon in his hands. “Is this majestic defender yours?” 

“Yes!” Rachel eagerly rushed over to grab her pet, who happily clambered into her grasp. 

“Your guardian wished to bond with my own Dark Devas of Destruction!” The boy hammily declared as his own four hamsters posed alongside him. 

“...Right,” Rachel decided to just go with it. Her friends back home could be just as weird. “Sorry, I don’t think I know your name. They didn’t give them out at orientation.”

“My real name should never be spoken, lest it destroy the realms! However, you and our class may refer to me as…Gundham Tanaka!” The boy declared with another hammy pose. 

“...Cool?” Rachel offered awkwardly. Yeah, it was official. This guy eclipsed all her friends in weirdness. Still, he liked hamsters and brought Bon Bon back to her, so she could deal with it. “So when did you get into hamsters?”

Gundham responded by letting out what Rachel assumed was an evil laugh of some type. “Ah, that is a grand tale! One of great fortune! Would you like to hear it?”

Rachel just chuckled. “I’ve got nothing better to do.” If the animal breeder was this interesting, what would the other members of the class be like?

“Man! I’m so fast, I impress myself!” Sonic marveled as he checked his stopwatch. Pretty much as soon as he’d been let out of orientation, he hit the school’s track. Even outside of his talents, he loved running and feeling the wind in his hair. 

“That was IMPRESSIVE!” A voice from behind him boomed. Sonic turned around to see a massive mass of muscles behind him. It reminded him a bit of his adopted brother. 

“Well duh! I’m not the Ultimate Track Star for nothing!” Sonic boasted as he stretched his legs. 

“Ah! A fellow athlete!” The boy let out another boisterous laugh. “I am sure you heard, but I am the Ultimate Team Manager, Nekomaru Nidai!”

“A team manager, huh? Nice,” Sonic genuinely replied. “You want to go for a run with me?” Nekomaru let out another laugh. 

“Count me in!” He roared. “I would enjoy a chance to train with someone that can keep up with me!”

“Mind if I join in?” A voice from behind the boys asked. It was a tanned girl who also seemed fairly athletic. 

“Hey, a race with more people makes it better for training!” Sonic declared with a grin as he beckoned the girl over. “You’re the Ultimate Gymnast, right?”

“Hell yeah! I’m Akane Owari!” The girl declared as she lined up with the two boys. Sonic set a timer and as soon as the starting noise was heard, the trio rushed off, all of the smiling as they ran.

“These cities are never gonna stop being amazing to me,” Lightning noted as he looked around. As early as he could remember, he’d lived in the middle of nowhere and, while he’d been to bigger cities, it still amazed him just how…big they were. 

“They truly are, aren’t they?” A feminine voice from behind him commented. Lightning turned around to see the princess standing behind him. He still couldn’t believe that he was attending school with one. 

“You’re…you’re the princess, right?” Lightning managed to sputter out. Said princess merely chuckled. 

“Yes, I am Princess Sonia Nevermind of Novoselic,” Sonia said with a bow. “I would prefer you not be formal with me. Just treat me as if I were a normal student.”

“Might be an adjustment since meeting actual royalty is a bit surreal,” Lightning had to admit. 

“I suppose that is fair,” Sonia conceded. “However, I do have a request for you.”

“What do you need?” Lightning asked, noting that it was probably best to not deny a princess’ wish. 

“The mechanic…Kazuichi…” Sonia was clearly trying to keep her tone neutral, but Lightning could tell she was frustrated. “I believe that you two will likely be paired up. I’d like to request you keep him away from me if you can.”

Lightning’s eyes went wide at how she was with the request. “I…I mean I’lll do it, but he seems like a chill guy to me! I mean, a little weird but okay beyond that!”

“I’m…I don’t like the way he looks at me,” Sonia admitted sheepishly. “I don’t wish to seem foolish, but he was staring at me during the orientation ceremony and it made me feel rather uncomfortable.”

“I know the feeling…” Lightning replied. His young looks earned him many a fangirl before he got rejected for his true age. While Lightning liked all the extra attention at first (like most teenaged boys), it had slowly become very disturbing and it made Lightning happy he lived in the middle of nowhere. He gave Sonia a smile. “I’ll try talking to him for you.”

Sonia smiled back. “Thank you, Lightning. Although I do have another request?”

“Yeah?” Lighting replied. 

“Would you tell me more about your racing?” Sonia requested. “Novoselic doesn’t have any form of race car driving, but it seems interesting.”

“Well…I’m not a racer yet, but I do know a lot about it.” Lightning admitted as he began to explain the basics of racing to a very interested Sonia.

“Um…can I help you?” Charlie asked the redhead who had taken a candid photo of her singing to herself. 

“Sorry! You’re just very photogenic!” The girl apologized. “I’m sure you know from orientation, but I’m the Ultimate Photographer, Mahiru Koizumi!”

“I’m Charlie Magne,” Charlie replied as she eagerly shook Mahiru’s hand. “The Ultimate Rehabilitation Counselor! And if you’re looking for good pictures, I’d love some good pictures of my place of work and what we do!”

“Bet you must be proud of all your work.” Mahiru said with a smile. “You must be a big hero where you live too!”

“You’d…you’d think that,” Charlie said sadly. “But it seems like a lot of people around me try to slander or hurt the people who want to help.”

“You’re kidding, right?” Mahiru asked in disbelief. “Why would people be against someone trying to help other people?”

“Oh there’s so many reasons! But most of the time, it’s because they’re self righteous hypocrites who want to drag people to their level!” Charlie declared with a sense of bitterness in her voice that genuinely unnerved Mahiru. She then smiled proudly. “But I’m not gonna let anyone stop me! I don’t care what they do to try!”

“...Now I see why I wanted to take pictures of you,” Mahiru said with a smile. “I feel like drive and determination come really well in photos. Although, that might just be because of my mom.”

“Oh hey! My mom inspired me too!” Charlie noted with a smile. “What does yours do?”

“She’s a photographer too! She takes a lot of war pictures,” Mahiru proudly explained before sighing. “I…I really want my pictures to have as much of an impact as hers someday.”

“Well…if you’re a student here, that’s gotta mean something, right?” Charlie pointed out. “And if there’s one thing I learned from my work it’s that sometimes, people want to feel good and see smiles.”

This got a smile from Mahiru. “That’s what I’m hoping for. And I think you want the same.”

“You know it!” Charlie proudly declared. “But we’ve got to work together someday!”

“I’m looking forward to it,” Mahiru said with a warm smile. 

Chapter Text

Chisa Yukizome, the former Ultimate Housekeeper of Class 74, smiled at Jin Kirigiri. She was so happy to be back at Hope’s Peak. She had so many happy memories here! And now she got to help current students make some happy memories of their own! And she got to work with Juzo and Kyosuke too!

“And are you sure you can handle two classes?” Jin asked her. By definition, she was only the assistant teacher, but both of them knew that Chisa would be the one doing most of the teaching. Koichi Kizakura was a good man and a talented talent scout, but his alcoholism could be quite the hassle.

“I know I can handle it!” Chisa proudly assured the headmaster with a salute. 

“Then I wish you good luck,” Jin said with a nod. Chisa eagerly nodded back and rushed off, eager to meet all her new students. Yet, once she arrived at the classroom, she was shocked to find it almost empty. 

“Good morning!” Chisa greeted those who were present: Fuyuhiko, Sonia, Mahiru, Hiyoko, Pit, Shantae and Charlie. “There’s…only seven of you?”

Good morning,” Sonia greeted back with a bow of her head.

“Wait, who are you?” Charlie asked for the rest of the group.

“I’m Chisa Yukizome! The former Ultimate Housekeeper and your new assistant homeroom teacher starting today!” Chisa announced to the collection of students. 

“Oh cool! Are there any cool things about the school that they didn’t tell us about?!” Pit eagerly asked. Next to him, Hiyoko was snickering. 

“Oh, she looks fun to break,” The tiny gremlin declared as she rubbed her hands together. “This is gonna be fun…” In response to this, as well as several students sharing nervous looks, Chisa held up a series of various papers. 

“Don’t worry! Your teacher has lots of insurance!” She assured the students, who seemed a bit relieved at this.

“Hold up, where the hell did Kizakura go?!” Fuyuhiko angrily snapped as he realized they hadn’t talked about the elephant in the room yet. 

“Kizakura is hungover and vomiting!” Chisa revealed in a rather cheerful voice. None of the students looked all that shocked.

“I really should try my techniques on him,” Charlie couldn’t help but note as everyone else grumbled about how used to this they were. Before Chisa could comment on that, the door to the classroom opened up and Mikan stumbled in. 

“Sorry I’m late!” She exclaimed as she tripped over herself.

“God, do you have to do this every day?” Hiyoko hissed at the other girl, who was trying to pull herself up. “Get up, you trashy, pig barf smelling stank!” 

“I’M SORRY!” Mikan wailed as she began to sob. The looks on everyone’s faces told Chisa this was also common. 

“Be nice Hiyoko,” Charlie said to the smaller girl as she and Pit helped Mikan up. She then turned to Chisa. “This is everyone that normally comes to class.”

Chisa felt her heart sink. “Where are the other students?” Sure, class attendance was not mandatory but between two classes, there had to be more students that came to class, right?

“Don’t know, don’t care,” Hiyoko dismissively replied. 

“Some other people come sometimes, but it’s not often,” Shantae explained. “Not sure what they are doing instead though.”

“Probably living their life not attending this shitty class.” Fuyuhiko piped up.

“Attendance isn’t mandatory, is it?” Mahiru asked as she pulled out her student handbook in order to fact check. “You just need to sharpen your skills for the practical exam.” Chisa went quiet. Hope’s Peak graduation standards were not very high. All students had to do to graduate was to prove themselves worthy of their talents in the yearly practical exams. But Chisa refused to let her students waste their time at Hope’s Peak. With a flourish, Chisa pulled out her old housekeeper apron and tied it around her waist, startling the students. 

“Youth only comes once! It’ll never return!” Chisa declared. “How can you not care about your classmates?! You kids are…” She had to pause to think of an insult. “…rotten oranges!” 

“Huh?!” Everyone looked around in confusion at that insult.

“Rotten oranges?” Sonia repeated to herself, trying to get the insult to make sense. 

“That’s a new one…and I’ve been called a lot of things by my twin brother but I guess I can still be surprised!” Pit admitted with a chuckle.

“What are you talking about?!” Hiyoko, deciding to ignore her stupid classmates, snapped at the teacher, who was still smiling proudly. 

“I’m saying I can’t let this stand!” Chisa declared firmly. “Let’s go find your rotten friends! We’re going to take back your lost youth!” Most of the present students were unsure, but Fuyuhiko let out a scoff. 

“Screw that!” The Yakuza grumbled as he sat up. “Why should I have to act buddy-buddy with these bozos?!” Before anyone could reply to that, a knife landed millimeters from his fingers. Everyone turned to a still smiling Chisa in shock. 

“Is…is that normal for teachers here?” A very nervous Pit asked Shantae, who could only offer a nervous shrug in response.

“Why, you…” Fuyuhiko seemed to have trouble processing Chisa being bold enough to threaten him. If Peko had been here… “You tryna cut my fingers off?!”

“As a teacher, there are things you must be ready to do in order to make a living,” Chia said, her voice still cheerful but now taking on a much more ominous tone. 

“Y-You…” Fuyuhiko grabbed Chisa’s collar and dragged her down to his eye level. No one was sure what would happen next, but Fuyuhiko let out an amused chuckle. “You’ve got guts. Heh, I like you.” 

“Good!” Chisa, still showing no fear, declared as she turned to face the rest of the stunned students. She then held up a sword, drawing more panicked reactions from most of them. “Now let’s go find your classmates! Put your butts in gear!”

“And…done!” Duncan said proudly to himself as he put the finishing touches on his latest piece of artwork. As they had no lab ready for him beyond a basic art room, the school’s administrators told him he could work wherever he pleased, so long as it was outside and within the school’s limit. 

Needless to say, the school’s walls now had a much more punk rock/rebellious look to them. 

“Impressive!” A voice from behind Duncan declared. Turning around , he was surprised to see what he realized were some of his classmates and a woman he didn’t recognize.

“…And you are?” Duncan asked as he crossed his arms.

“Chisa Yukizome! Your new homeroom teacher!” Chisa greeted him. “Now, I understand you’re busy practicing your talents, but I’m going to ask you to come with us! It’s time to come to class!”

In response, Duncan just sighed. “Knew it was too good to be true.” A school where all he had to do was be good at his street art? He should have known it wouldn’t last. 

He just wondered if anyone would be as disappointed as him.

Shortly after finding Duncan, Nekomaru had been brought into the group. Chisa was more than a little shocked by his…bathroom habits, but his classmates were unbothered, cluing Chisa in that it was something she’d to get used to. 

Still, she didn’t blame Fuyuhiko for scolding him. That could hurt someone! 

“Regretting this yet?” Mahiru asked with a sigh before mumbling something about men being unreliable under her breath.

“Oh come on! We still have a lot more of your classmates to find!” Chisa reminded the photographer.

“That’s what we’re afraid of,” Fuyuhiko grumbled.

“Do I…have to do this?” Shantae mumbled as she hugged herself. The next person Chisa wanted to find, mostly so that he could help snag two other students. As she quickly learned, however, Teruteru was rather…perverted. Even though he rarely attended class, every girl in the class and more than a few boys had been utterly repulsed by his comments and at least one had responded by outright attacking him. 

And while Chisa didn’t want to give him any ammo, using the class' most conventionally attractive girls to lure him out was the best idea she had. 

“I understand this is going to be uncomfortable, but I promise that, as your teacher, I will not let anything happen to you!” Chisa assured her. With a sigh, Shantae stood next to Sonia, each holding a large piece of meat. Sure enough, it didn’t take long for a drooling Teruteru to appear. True to her promise, Chisa pounced as she heard his comments. 

She probably shouldn’t have let Duncan knock him out but him saying he was into getting tied up by her was not something she was ready to unpack.

“Hi Miss Sonia!” Kazuichi cheerfully greeted an increasingly uncomfortable princess as she, along with their teacher and the classmates they’d found so far, entered into Lightning’s student lab, which had a full replica of a race car that Kazuichi had begged to be allowed to take apart. 

His attention was promptly stolen by his very obvious crush, however. 

“I’m so sorry,” Lightning apologized to the princess as he put down one of the racing history books he’d been given. Luckily, Sonia seemed to understand he was trying. “So what’s with the class reunion?”

“It’s time to get you rotten oranges into class!” Chisa declared to the boys. Kazuichi and Lightning shared a confused look in response. 

“Rotten oranges?” Lightning ended up voicing that confusion. 

“It’s her thing,” Charlie explained simply. Both boys decided to shrug and go along with it.

Now that Teruteru had finally woken up and…calmed down. Chisa had put him to work, cooking two particularly speedy students’ favorite foods. 

“FOOD!” Akane called out as she and Sonic blitzed the grill Teruteru was working on, grabbing their favorite foods before trying to run off again. Chisa, however, was ready, and had Nekomaru ready to catch and hold both of them down. 

“Hey! What gives!?” Sonic snapped as he tried to squirm away while still enjoying the chili dog Teruteru was making. 

“Sorry for the trap, but I would have never caught you otherwise!” Chisa shamelessly flattered the track star. As if on cue, Sonic began smirking. 

“If you wanted to meet me, you could have just asked,” He declared as Nekomaru, likely realizing he was willing to cooperate, let him go, allowing him to focus on the still very rowdy Akane. 

“Dang, wish I had some popcorn,” Duncan said with a smirk of his own as he and his classmates watched the resulting brawl. 

“Hopefully, the next one isn’t as…violent,” Charlie mumbled once Akane was finally subdued.

“C’mon Dipper! He has to be magic somehow! How else could he know that Waddles was my protector?!”

“Or he’s just delusional! Mabel, he talks to his hamsters!”

“I talk to Waddles!”

“That is not the argument you think it is!”

“What’s going on here?” Chisa asked as she came up behind the Pines twins, startling both of them and causing Mabel to pull out what Chisa, for a brief second, believed was a gun. 

“Is that a grappling hook?” Mahiru had to ask. 

“Yep!” Mabel cheerfully confirmed as she posed with it. 

“What are you guys doing here?” Dipper asked as he crossed his arms. He then nodded at Chisa. “And who is she?”

“Your new homeroom teacher!” Chisa cheerfully revealed. “And I’ve decided that you rotten oranges have been ditching class long enough!”

“Aw, but I liked not having class!” Mabel whined. 

“Well, if you’re looking for Gundham, he’s in the woods,” Dipper, by contrast, decided to just help out. In part to hopefully end his debate with Mabel. “Mabel thinks he’s a wizard casting a spell in there.”

“I mean…considering how he acts, I wouldn’t be shocked,” Lightning spoke up. Chisa just smiled as she headed into the woods. Surely, Gundham wouldn’t be that odd, right?

After translating Gundham’s agreement to join them…and anything he said after that, Chisa led her students back towards the campus. 

And ended up hearing the next two students before she met them. 

As they approached Monty and Ibuki’s shared lab, the frightening guitar solos and harsh vocals only grew louder. Monty was literally roaring into the microphone somehow when the group worked up the courage to enter the room, while Ibuki had somehow hooked her guitar up to a flamethrower, which she was using to roast a slab of meat. Motny then wasted no time in tearing into it as Ibuki took over the vocals. Most of the students present were covering their ears or were too afraid to approach, with only a few actually enjoying the music. Chisa, however, saw a chance to bond with her new students and mounted the stage to join them, even grabbing a spare guitar to join in. 

“No music!” Ibuki cheerfully called out as she posed. 

“No life!” Monty declared as he posed as well. 

“No hormones!” Chisa added in, even doing her own little pose.

Marinette’s lab was next on the list and Chisa quickly realized she was dealing with a ball of anxiety after hearing Marinette panic over the idea that the rules had suddenly changed and she would be expelled for missing class now. 

Her tripping over herself to greet Chisa didn’t change the teacher’s mind all that much. 

“God, you are more of a klutz than pig barf!” Hiyoko hissed at the fashion designer, who was still trying to pull herself off the ground. 

“I’m sorry!” Mikan wailed from behind her. 

“God, you are more of a bitch than someone I spent my summer with!” Duncan mocked with a high pitched voice. Several of his classmates snickered in response, which caused Marinette to smile a little and both Hiyoko and Chisa to frown. Everyone was already so hostile to each other! Getting them to bond might be harder than just making them all attend class…

“Just to warn you, Peko’s kinda…jumpy when she’s meditating. She’ll really fuck ya up if you aren’t really fucking careful,” Fuyuhiko warned his teacher as they headed to the dojo he knew Peko liked to mediate. 

“Thank you for telling me!” Chida genuinely thanked the Yakuza, happy that even he knew at least a little about one of his classmates. She then steeled herself as she headed into the dojo, trying to be as calm and quiet as possible.

It was…semi-effective.

Once she got too close, Peko drew her sword and readied an attack. Luckily, her bokken did not hit its mark, stopping a hair’s width from Chisa’s neck. Chisa was unphased, however, while most of the students behind her were still panicking. 

“It is a pleasure to meet you!” Chisa greeted the swordswoman. “I’m your new homeroom teacher, Chisa Yukizome! I’d like to ask you to come with us!”

“...Very well,” Peko withdrew her sword, impressed by how fearless this woman was. As she joined the group, she and Fuyuhuiko shared a nod, not that anyone noticed or cared.

Susie and Uzi’s (and Kazuichi, but he spent more time in Lightning’s or trying to stalk Sonia) shared lab was next and, almost as soon as they got close, everyone could hear shouts of what sounded like threats from inside. 

“I knew it! They’re gonna turn each other into crazy weaponized cyborgs!” Kazuichi bemoaned as he pulled his beanie over his head. 

“I feel like it would be louder in that case,” Lightning had to point out in an attempt to calm him down. A loud pop then rang out from the lab, followed by swearing from Uzi. 

“Sounds pretty loud in there,” Mahiru deadpanned as Susie let out a cheer. Chisa finally decided to investigate and tested the door, finding it unlocked. Opening the door, Chisa found the two girls in front of a makeshift arena that had been cobbled together from some of the scrap left in the lab. Inside said arena were two roombas, each of which had knives strapped to them. Dozens of popped balloons were littering the floor. 

“...This isn’t what it looks like,” An embarrassed Susie said once she realized people were watching her. 

“It’s exactly what it looks like,” Uzi teasingly piped up, causing Susie to glare at her. 

“As much as I’m sure you two are enjoying your game, it’s time to return to class!” Chisa revealed to the girls, both of which groaned. 

“Do we have too?” Uzi said for them. 

“It’s for your own good!” Chisa assured them as she revealed a knife in a threatening manner. Both girls shared a nervous look before nodding just as nervously. Considering how the school already was, they didn’t want to know if their teacher was actually allowed to stab them.

The final lab that likely held a student within was Vivian’s, which was instantly recognizable as a mini circus tent. Pulling back the flap, Chisa found herself watching an unaware Vivian, dressed in what looked like parts of a performer’s outfit, performing some type of aerial dance move, the long ribbons strapped to her wrists giving her the appearance of dancing within flames while the harness around her waist made it look as though she was flying. 

“It is…so weird to be doing this without anyone else,” Vivian grumbled as she started to unstrap herself. “Not as fun either.”

“Then maybe you should come to class instead!” Chisa declared as she came up behind Vivian, who promptly let out a scream and jumped back. Before Chisa could introduce herself, Vivian sucker punched her in the gut, causing the teacher to double over. 

“Oh my god I’m so sorry!” Vivian frantically apologized once she realized what had just happened. She helped Chisa to her feet, still clearly frantic over what just happened. “You just..you startled me and my fight or flight kicked in.”

“It’s alright!" Chisa, clearly still a bit winded, assured her. “You can make it up to me by joining us in finding the rest of your rotten classmates!”

“...Uh…sure,” Vivian decided to just roll with it. “Just give me a second to put my normal clothes back on.”

“How come no one is mad at her!?” Akane, who was still tied up, whined as Vivian ducked off to switch back into her normal outfit. 

“Because she’s not trying to run away,” Fuyuhiko deadpanned. No one disagreed with him.

“Why is it that every time we run into each other, it’s because you’ve somehow caused property damage?” Nigel dryly asked Nagito, who only reacted to a truck going wildly out of control, breaking onto the campus and slamming into Kazuichi (who was somehow alive) by being happy he could get a drink from a nearby vending machine. 

“Oh, I’m sorry that my worthless luck made two true Ultimates like yourselves have to take time out of bringing hope to others to deal with me!” Nagito replied, prompting Nigel to roll his eyes as Rachel came over from checking up on the truck. 

“So…that truck was empty,” She revealed in a confused voice. 

“We…we need to stop questioning his luck,” Nigel bluntly declared with Rachel only able to nod. 

“Perfect! Three in one place!” Chisa declared as she walked over to the trio. “I’m your new homeroom teacher, Chisa Yukizome! I’m going to need you three to come with us!”

“Oh, you shouldn’t have wasted time on a worthless stepping stone like me!” Nagito replied to the teacher. 

“None of you are worthless!” Chisa firmly declared. “All talents are valid! Even when I was a student, I was just as important as everyone else! No matter how uneven our talents may have seemed!”

“You were a former student?” A genuinely interested Mabel asked. Chisa then noticed most of her students were interested in hearing about her time at Hope’s Peak. 

“I was Class 74’s Ultimate Housekeeper!” Chisa revealed for the students that hadn’t been in class for her reveal as she gestured to her apron. She then realized she could easily tempt her students with the idea of having their own stories someday. “I’ll tell you all about it while we look for the rest of your rotten classmates!”

“Oh hey! It’s Spyro!” Pit called out as he pointed to the purple haired boy, who was napping under a tree. They had been heading back to the main building so that Mikan could patch up Kazuichi when Pit had spotted the other boy. 

“Why is he fucking sleeping out here?” Fuyuhiko asked. 

“He said he likes to nap outside,” Shantae revealed. “I’ve seen him sleeping on benches around campus. I think he can sleep anywhere.”

“I can hear you…” Spyro deadpanned as he cracked an eye open. Sparx popped out of his hood as he stretched. “What are you all doing here?”

“New teacher is kidnapping us to make us go to class,” Sonic joked, causing several students to snicker. Chisa, however, paid them no mind and offered a hand to Spyro, who nervously took it and allowed her to pull him up. 

“Do we really have to go to class?” Spyro moaned. “I mean, I wasn’t doing anything with my talent, but it was nice to relax.”

“Relaxing is for weekends and after school!” Chisa firmly declared as she proudly pointed to the sky. “But let’s get back to class. We need to make sure everyone is okay!”

“You owe me so much!” Lightning, who had roped into giving the injured Kazuichi a piggyback, snapped at his friend, who just groaned in response.

“So…is that new teacher reminding anyone of Ms. Frizzle?” Mabel asked her classmates. After dropping everyone off in the classroom to both rest and clean up, Chisa headed off to collect the final two students across the two classes. 

“If Mr. Frizzle threatened people with a knife…” Uzi grunted as she half heartedly scrubbed down a desk. 

“Are we sure Ms. Frizzle wouldn’t threaten someone with a knife?” Pit had to ask.

“No, she’d leave them in the past or turn them into a germ,” Duncan joked, causing those in the class who knew Ms. Frizzle was to giggle. 

“Who…who is Ms. Frizzle?” Sonia asked for those who didn’t know about the teacher. 

“There is a popular book series in North America called the Magic School Bus.” Susie began to explain. “It was about a group of students being taught by a teacher named Ms. Frizzle. However, rather than teaching them normally, she used the titular magic school bus to take her class on rather fantastical field trips. Some of the more normal ones included going to space and going to the past.”

“Wait, they were books?! I thought it was a cartoon!” Monty exclaimed, with a couple of students having similar reactions. 

“They were a book series first, but some of the books were made into a cartoon series,” Susie explained. Before the conversation could continue, Chisa burst back into the room carrying the last two students-a boy and a girl. The girl was far more focused on her game, seemingly oblivious to the fact her teacher had thrown her over her shoulder. The boy, on the other hand, was still fighting even while tied up. 

“Class,” The teacher began, cheerfully smiling as always, “I’d like you to meet Chiaki Nanami and Ryota Mitarai!”

Chapter Text

Mckenize, Rachel created Class 77 chat

Mckenize, Rachel added Uno, Nigel and 30 others to Class 77 Chat

Mckenize, Rachel: Okay, so turns out those Handbook things they gave us have a chat room feature. 

Mckenize, Rachel: Figured if our new teacher is going to make us go to class this could be helpful. 

Eldred, Spyro: RIP not going to class. 

Doorman, Uzume: Fun while it lasted. 

Gatorson, Montgomery: I’m a dumbass. 

Gatorson, Montgomery: I totally thought Uzi was your real name. Like didn’t question why you were named after a gun. 

Doorman, Uzume: It actually almost was!

Doorman, Uzume: Mom was REALLY loopy on pain meds when I popped out. Was trying to name me a bunch of weird shit. Dad got her to compromise. That’s why everyone calls me Uzi. 

Knight, Duncan: Okay that’s actually hilarious. 

Mckenize, Rachel: Okay, back on topic.

Mckenize, Rachel: I only trust Nigel right now with admin privileges

Mckenize, Rachel gave Uno, Nigel admin rights. 

Mckenize, Rachel: Also yes you can change your usernames. 

Gatorson, Montgomery changed name to FloridaMan

Knight, Duncan changed name to GlorifiedGraffiti   

Nanami, Chiaki changed name to ProfessionalButtonPusher

Uno, Nigel changed name to Uno_Card

Doorman, Uzume changed name to DarkXWolf17

DarkXWolf17: I made this when I was 8 Bite me!

Hanamura, Teruteru: Was that an invite?

DarkXWolf17: Fuck you perv gremlin!

GlorifiedGraffiti: PLEASE tell me we can make that his username!

Mckenize, Rachel changed Hanamura, Teruteru to PervGremlin

PervGremlin: p_p

Mckenize, Rachel changed name to WorldsBestSupremeLeader

WorldsBestSupremeLeader: Was worried this wouldn’t fit! Old inside joke. 

Saionji, Hiyoko: Can we make a certain someone’s name Pig Barf?

Uno_Card changed Saionji, Hiyoko to Pig_Barf

Pig_Barf: NOT WHAT I MEANT!

GlorifiedGraffiti: Nice Nigel 

DarkXWolf17: LOL

Toadstool, Vivian changed name to GreatestShowwoman 

GlorifiedGraffiti: Huh. Thought an actual circus performer wouldn’t like that movie. 

GreatestShowwoman: Fam’s mixed. Most of us love the music though!

Haltmann, Susanna: Valid. 

Haltmann, Susanna changed name to NotYourSecretary 

NotYourSecretary: Yes I know I said I did secretary work for my dad but it SUCKED

NotYourSecretary: I was SO BORED

NotYourSecretary: Not to mention people still think I’m nothing but the secretary even though I’m openly his heir!

DarkXWolf17: OOF

WorldsBestSupremeLeader: RIP

Wachowski, Sonic: Srry

GlorifiedGraffiti: HOLY SHIT

GlorifiedGraffiti: SONIC IS YOUR REAL NAME!?

McQueen, Montgomery: Thought that had to be a nickname like me and Uzi! 

Wachowski, Sonic: Yep! Long story. Maybe I’ll tell you sometime. 

Wachowski, Sonic changed name to Blue_Blur

McQueen, Montgomery changed name to RedLightning

FloridaMan: Okay it’s a good thing you have a nickname. Would have gotten confusing. 

RedLightning: Oh yeah

Pines, Mason changed name to DippinDots

DippinDots: Was thinking about going with “Big Dipper” but I don’t want to see how certain people would take that. 

NotYourSecretary: Given what happened with the Perv Gremlin, don’t blame you. 

PervGremlin: :(

Pines, Mabel changed name to PigInASweater

Tanaka, Gundham changed name to ICYOVERLORD

Angelos, Philippos changed name to AngelFace

Magne, Charlotte changed name to HappyDayInHell

ICYOVERLORD: Hell is not a happy place. I should know! 

Nevermind, Sonia: Is that so?

HappyDayInHell: I’m not talking about actual hell. 

HappyDayInHell: I live in Hell, Michigan 

Dupain-Cheng, Marinette: That’s a real place?!

Ahmed, Shantae: There’s no way that’s real.

Eldred, Spyro: Nope. Look it up. 

Eldred, Spyro: Also

Eldred, Spyro changed name to PurpleDragonPower

Mioda, Ibuki changed name to Headbanger

Nevermind, Sonia changed name to HonoraryDisneyPrincess

Ahmed, Shantae: Okay, it’s real. 

Ahmed, Shantae: You guys have weird names for your towns. 

Ahmed, Shantae changed name to HalfGenieHero

ProfessionalButtonPusher: Sounds like a video game tagline. 

HalfGenieHero: Inside joke with friends. 

Dupain-Cheng, Marinette: Yeah so is mine. 

PurpleDragonPower: Same

AngelFace: Same

Dupain-Cheng, Marinette changed name to Bugaboo

Uno_Card: I think that’s actually everyone from Class-77

Headbanger: Ibuki is here!!!!!!

FloridaMan: Can we call Nagito Hope Dope? Considering how often he says it.

PurpleDragonPower: DO IT

GlorifiedGraffiti: ^

DarkXWolf17: ^

RedLightning: ^

Uno_Card: No reason not too!

Uno-Card changed Komaeda, Nagito to Hope_Dope

Hope_Dope: A name such as this is more than a worthless piece of trash like me deserves. 

DarkXWolf17: We should have named him weirdo

PigInASweater: That’s mean. 

DarkXWolf17: Not a nice person!

Soda, Kazuichi: I don’t think you’re that bad. 

DarkXWolf17: Bite me!

Soda, Kazuichi: :(!

Soda, Kazuichi changed name to RoboShark

DarkXWolf17: @NotYourSecretary we have got to make that!

NotYourSecretary: I’m down! 

RoboShark: What have I done?

RoboShark: Oh who am I kidding? I’m in!

Kuzuryu, Fuyuhiko: The fuck

Kuzuryu, Fuyuhiko: This is shit is why my handbook keeps fucking buzzing?

Uno_Card: Sorry. We thought it was a good idea since our new teacher is crazy

Kuzuryu, Fuyuhiko: Guess that checks. 

Kuzuryu, Fuyuhiko changed name to Yazuka

Yazkua: Not letting your fucks pick my name!

Pekoyama, Peko changed name to MasterOfTheBlade

Tsumiki, Mikan changed name to Red_Cross

Pig_Barf: My name idea was better. 

Red_Cross: I’M SORRY!

WorldsBestSurpremeLeader: Don’t listen to her. 

GreatestShowwoman: What she said!

GreatestShowwoman: Red Cross is fitting!

Red_Cross: Thank you!

Koizumi, Mahiru: What’s going on here?

Pig_Barf: THEY’RE BULLYING ME!

GlorifiedGraffiti: Bruh

FloridaMan: You started it!

NotYourSecretary: Victim complex much?

Uno_Card: To answer Mahiru, Rachel and I made a group chat for class. 

Uno_Card: And Hiyoko wanted to name Mikan Pig Barf

DarkXWolf17: So she got it instead!

Koizumi, Mahiru changed name to Snapshot

Snapshot: I want it on record I don’t approve of this. 

DarkXWold17: Yeah well you got outvoted. 

Nidai, Nekomaru changed name to LetsGetLoud

Owari, Akane changed name to MeatEater

MeatEater: @PervGremlin! Can you make me some more food?

GlorifiedGraffiti: You eat more than one of my dads, my younger brother AND this guy I met over the summer! 

HalfGenieHero: Hey why do you keep bringing up something you did over the summer?

AngelFace: Actually yeah why do you keep bringing that up?

DarkXWolf17: Spill it!

GlorifiedGraffiti: Okay. 

GlorifiedGraffiti: Any of you hear about the reality show Total Drama?

NotYourSecretary: Actually yes

NotYourSecretary: Wait

NotYourSecretary: Are you allowed to talk about it?

HonoraryDisneyPrincess: What’s wrong?

GlorifiedGraffiti: I’ll explain. 

GlorifiedGraffiti: So long story short, I signed up for an eight week long reality show. 

GlorifiedGraffiti: It was supposed to be 22 teens staying in a mansion or something competing for 100,000 bucks by doing crazy challenges. 

GlorifiedGraffiti: What ACTUALLY happened was us doing crazy challenges in a rundown summer camp. 

DippinDots: So why is Susie the only person who heard about it?

Yakuza: Wouldn’t have cared either way. 

GlorifiedGraffiti: Show never aired. 

Uno_Card: How come?

GlorifiedGraffiti: It was REALLY illegal. 

GlorifiedGraffiti: Networks took one look at the footage they got sent once taping was wrapped up and called the cops. 

GlorifiedGraffiti: Even taking away the lying thing, a lot of the challenges could have killed us.

PurpleDragonPower: Srsy?!

GlorifiedGraffiti: Yep. 

NotYourSecretary: The host was a washed up celebrity 

NotYourSecretary: His arrest was a huge scandal 

WorldsBestSurpremeLeader: Who was it?

GlorifiedGraffiti: You guys ever heard of Chris McLean? 

GreatestShowwoman: !!!!!

GreatestShowwoman: The Fametown guy!?

FloridaMan: That band is terrible!

FloridaMan: Good riddance! 

GreatestShowwoman: Yeah not disagreeing. Was just surprised. 

Snapshot: Fametown?

HappyDayInHell: Boy band. Kinda overrated if you ask me. 

RedLightning: Do ANY of us like them?

Mitarai, Ryota: What did I miss?

Mitarati, Ryota changed name to Isekai

LetsGetLoud: HELLO!

Yakuza: Insanity. 

Blue_Blur: I do not want to go to class tomorrow. 

PurpleDragonPower: Same

FloridaMan: Kinda want to ditch. 

FloridaMan: But new teach might skin me

RedLighting: So we’re all scared of her?

RoboShark: Oh yeah 

Bugaboo: She’s throwing knives at us!

PervGremlin: Do you guys think she’d actually stab us?

DarkXWolf17: I don’t want to know. 

MasterOfTheBlade: I wonder how skilled she is with those blades. 

RedLightning: I would pay to see that. 

FloridaMan: Ditto!

PurpleDragonPower: Would be way more fun than actual class. 

AngelFace: Oh come on guys! It might be fun!

GlorifiedGraffiti: Nerd

Snapshot: This is going to be a long three years. 

Uno_Card: You said it.