This is my first story ever written on fanfiction (and anywhere really), and I decided to kick off my online writing career by writing an SYOC story for Danganronpa. Because why not, right? Now, I may be new to this, but I can be a real hard-ass when it comes to accepting characters. My number one pet peeve is Mary Sues, and I can tell the difference between an actual well thought out character and a half-assed one. I will not accept the half-assed ones!

Anyways, this is a story that I've been planning for a while now, so I hope you'll like it, and I hope this shitty introduction doesn't give you the wrong impression about it. I will only be accepting nine characters (ten in all not counting mine), so the ones you send better be detailed! The story includes students from both Japan and America, so you can send in one or the other. See the rules at the end, and see my profile for the character sheet.

The wood creaked under my boots as I slowly walked up the stairs, my hand dragging along the wall to support myself. Tan wallpaper that once covered every inch of the wall was now peeling off, crackling slightly under my fingertips, exposing the rotten wall underneath. It was hard to breath in such a dusty, mildewy environment; I wish I had brought a face mask. Once I near the top, a low groan rang through the house, and I immediately stop mid-step. That didn't really sound like the house settling. I grab my EMF meter and continue walking up the last few steps.

I step onto an old shag carpet, that crunches under my weight, then I stop and listen. After a few moments I hear the groan again; it sounds like it's coming from one of the rooms. I walk to the nearest door, turn the rusted knob, and stick the meter inside. Silence. I go to the next door and repeat the process, only this time the meter goes off. I step inside carefully and observe what appears to be a child's bedroom. Dirty old toys line a shelf against the back wall, a twin sized bed is in the corner, a mobile with little planets on it hangs from the ceiling above it.

I kneel down in the center of the room and dig around in my bag until I produce my spirit box.

Laying it in the middle of the floor, I take a few steps back with the EMF meter in hand. It beeps again.

"Is anyone here," I ask. There is silence for several minutes. "Is there anyone here?"

The box comes to life, static filtering out of it's speakers. I can faintly hear a yes.

"Who am I speaking with?"

Silence again. Then the static returns, I can hear it talking, but I can't understand what it's saying.

"Is this your room?"

Static. It says no.

"Who's is it?"

There is more silence. I ask again. That static returns. It doesn't know.

"Is this where you died?"

Static. Yes.

I shift closer to the box. "How did you die?

Silence.

"Were you murdered?"

There's more static. It says yes.

"Who killed you?"

The abandoned room goes eerily quiet. Then the static turns abruptly on, but I can't make out any voices.

"Hello? Who killed you?"

The static continues. I can hear the house creak.

"Who killed you?"

Through the static I can hear one word. Despair.

"Huh?"

It says it again. Despair.

"Who killed you?"

Despair. Despair. Despair.

"Who killed you?"

The static cuts out, and the spirit box turns off by itself. All I can hear is my own heartbeat, and…

The door creaks open, and out of the corner of my eye I see a figure enter the room. I whirl around to find a tall man with a deadpan expression on his face standing in the doorway. His black hair is wild and his half-lidded eyes seem to glow red. There is foam dripping out of his mouth. I take a step backwards. He takes a step forwards.

"Who are you," I asked, my voice cracking. He reaches for a sheath attached to his belt and pulls out a large hunting while taking another step forward.

My eyes widen at the sight of the blade, and I back up even further until I hit the wall behind me.

"P-please, don't hurt me,"

He gets closer and closer until he is looming over me, his sour breath blowing in my face. He continues to say nothing as he wraps a hand around my forearm and brings the knife down on my wrist.

That's when I wake up.

I start to gasp as I'm pulled out of the nightmare, but it quickly evolves into a coughing fit. I start to sit up, but a sharp pain in my lower back makes me cry out and lay back down. When did I fall asleep? Why am I on the floor? Where...am I?

I sit up, slower this time, and I start to look around. I'm in a plain concrete room, a single flickering light bulb hangs from the ceiling. A metal door is in the center of the wall in front of me, darkness seeps through the barred window at the top of it. I twist around and find a single thin cot against the center of the wall. Next to it is a silver, metal toilet with a roll of toilet paper on the ground next to it. Adjacent to that is a metal sink. Seeing it makes me realize how thirsty I am, so I scramble to my feet and twist one of the knobs, gulping water down greedily.

When I've had enough I sit on the edge of the cot and stare at the ceiling.

"What is this place..." I say aloud. My voice sounds dry and broken.

I hear a voice coming through a grate in the door. It sounds heavy and tired.

"You're guess is as good is mine,"

I spring up and press my face against the bars to see who had spoken to me. It's dark on the other side of the door.

"Hello? Is someone there?" I ask.

"Yeah? Who are you?" The voice asks.

"Uh…" I pinch the bridge of my nose. "I'm uh...Saki...Saki Hisakawa...I'm a student of Hope's Peak Academy… Do you think you can help me?"

It's silent for a moment. "You're from the academy too?"

My mouth feels dry. "Uh, yeah. Could you perhaps help me out of here?"

"What's your talent?"

"Um…I'm the SHSL Paranormal Investigator…"

"Aw, that's rad,"

"Thanks...could you get me out of here?" I was starting to get a bit impatient.

"Did you try the door handle?" They ask.

I look down, saw a shiny door handle, and turned it. The door opened, and I stumbled out into the darkness.

Rules:

No Mary Sues! I can't emphasize enough how much I hate bland, 2-D characters. If you want to have a better chance at getting a spot in this story, make your character interesting. Make a character that you want to see in a Danganronpa game.

Please actually take time to fill out the form! I really hate when people don't try their hardest, so I'm asking you to please follow everything on the form and fill it out thoroughly.

You can only submit ONE character. Since there are only a few spots in the story, I want everyone to have a fair chance.

Submit through PM, I will not even consider accepting a character through the comments, so don't even try.

No repeats of talents. I don't want two ultimate blah blah blah walking around in the same story.

There will be no limit on the genders that I will accept, I will only look at personality and backstory, so if you wanna better chance at landing a spot, MAKE 'EM INTERESTING.

Sorry if I sound real pushy, but I just can't deal with people who don't follow directions! I will be closing submissions whenever I feel I have a good enough cast assembled. So until then, hope you all have a nice day (or night)!