Kamp Kuma
The door flung open, startling several people seated near the door. To our surprise, it was a small, black and white bear! We stared at it while it started right back. It hopped onto a table some girls were sitting at before shouting:
“WHICH ONE OF YOU TWERPS TOUCHED THE BUS?!”
Everyone exchanged very confused glances. Because of the shout, Ryori came out of the kitchen, splashed with flour and remnants of other ingredients. She hesitantly stepped forwards and asked,”What–er, who are you?”
“Oh! That’s right!” The bear exclaimed,”You don’t know who I am! I’m Monokuma! I’m in charge of this place!”
Oh, so this weird bear thing was our boss? I think it’s strange to have a bear running a camp and choosing counselors to help run the camp, but I’m not one to question it.
“Wait, do you even know the others? There wasn’t much chatter on the bus ride here.” Monokuma looked around for answers, only to be met with people shaking their heads. “That simply won’t do!” Monokuma sighed,”How about we go around the room and introduce yourselves Nothing too long, just your name and Ultimate.”
He pointed to the table of boys right across from where he was standing,”You! Your group goes first!”
The boys all looked at each other before one shrugged and stood up. He was pretty tall. He was wearing a brightly colored Hawaiian shirt and sunglasses, which was weird considering we were inside. He grinned at the group as he introduced himself: “Hey, guys. I’m Ronan Barrett and I’m the Ultimate Pirate.” He looked over at Monokuma to confirm that was all he needed to say.
Monokuma impatiently hurried him along,”Yes, yes. Next!”
The next jumped up eagerly out of his seat,”Hi! My name is Blake!” He nodded to himself with a large smile.
“Do you not have a last name?” Someone else at his table asked.
“Or an Ultimate?” Ronan added.
“I think my last name is Cours! But I’m not sure!”
“What about an Ultimate?” Ronan asked.
“Oh! I’m the Ultimate Escapist!”
After grinning for a moment, Blake sat back down.
Next, a trembling Ultimate stood next,”Before I say anything, be warned that the vibes I’m getting from everyone here are very off. Someone, or any of you…” He trailed off, glancing around the room quickly before continuing,”Are planning something bad.” He looked directly at me. I stared down at my shoes. He took a breath and finished,”With that now said, I’m Kowai Taisho. I’m called the Ultimate Paranoiac, but I’m not paranoid about anything! I know I’m right!”
“Sit down and shut up, you ditwit!” Monokuma called out.
“You’re a symbol of bad luck.” Kowai mumbled, sitting down. I wasn’t sure if that was his way of insulting Monokuma or if he was “predicting” something.
After Kowai sat down, the last person at the table started to speak,”I would stand if I could, however, my legs don’t work. I’m in a wheelchair.” He rolled himself back a bit to show everyone. Rolling back to the table, he said: “I’m Aristotle Tori, the Ultimate Black Market Dealer.”
Kowai instantly scooted away. Doro leaned forwards, raising his voice slightly, to ask,”Did a deal go wrong or something?”
“Hm? Are you referring to my legs?” Aristotle asked, crossing his arms.
Doro nodded,”Yeah, did you take a crowbar to the knees?”
“No, I was born paralyzed.”
“That’s less exciting than what I pictured.” Doro commented.
“Oh, shut the hell up!” A girl, who sat at the table Monokuma was standing, sniped at Doro.
Aristotle looked over at her and explained,”That’s my twin sister.”
“This table’s turn!” Monokuma declared, gesturing towards Aristotle’s sister.
She stood up and glared at the room,”I’m Kikimora Tori. I’m the Ultimate Mortician.”
“Oh, shit, dude!” Ronan exclaimed,”Do you two work together?”
“Yes.” The twins confirmed, nodding at each other.
Kikimora sat down quickly after, the girl next to her stood up. “Hi! My name is Ivy and I’m the Ultimate Gardener! I’m super excited to get to know everyone! You’ll probably find me in a garden!” She smiled cheerfully before sitting down.
The next girl, similar to Kikimora, glared around the room as well: “I’m Hera Bilden: Ultimate Makeup Artist. Unlike Ivy, don’t fucking talk to me. Thank you.” She quickly sat down.
Monokuma looked at the three and said,”There should be a fourth person. Where is she?”
“Kitchen.” Kikimora said, pointing over to where Ryori was standing. She had slipped back into the kitchen when no one was looking.
Monokuma sighed before shouting,”CHEF!”
Ryori let out a startled shriek with the sound of something metal falling to the ground. She flung open the door in alarm, her hair and face covered in raw egg. “Can I help you?” She asked, looking mildly annoyed.
“So much for Ultimate Chef.” Monokuma mused,”You seem to have messed up.”
“I was in the process of doing a cool trick. You startled me and I dropped the pan.” Ryori explained calmly, taking a towel and starting to wipe the egg yolk off her hair and face, as it was starting to drip down.
“Well then, Chef, introduce yourself.” Monokuma said, also sounding annoyed.
“Ryori Gurume, Ultimate Chef. Is that all? The bacon might start to burn.”
Monokuma shooed her away and she dashed back into the kitchen. Monokuma watched her for a moment before turning to the next table. “Okay, this table of girls. You’re up.” He demanded.
“WHICH ONE OF YOU TWERPS TOUCHED THE BUS?!”
Everyone exchanged very confused glances. Because of the shout, Ryori came out of the kitchen, splashed with flour and remnants of other ingredients. She hesitantly stepped forwards and asked,”What–er, who are you?”
“Oh! That’s right!” The bear exclaimed,”You don’t know who I am! I’m Monokuma! I’m in charge of this place!”
Oh, so this weird bear thing was our boss? I think it’s strange to have a bear running a camp and choosing counselors to help run the camp, but I’m not one to question it.
“Wait, do you even know the others? There wasn’t much chatter on the bus ride here.” Monokuma looked around for answers, only to be met with people shaking their heads. “That simply won’t do!” Monokuma sighed,”How about we go around the room and introduce yourselves Nothing too long, just your name and Ultimate.”
He pointed to the table of boys right across from where he was standing,”You! Your group goes first!”
The boys all looked at each other before one shrugged and stood up. He was pretty tall. He was wearing a brightly colored Hawaiian shirt and sunglasses, which was weird considering we were inside. He grinned at the group as he introduced himself: “Hey, guys. I’m Ronan Barrett and I’m the Ultimate Pirate.” He looked over at Monokuma to confirm that was all he needed to say.
Monokuma impatiently hurried him along,”Yes, yes. Next!”
The next jumped up eagerly out of his seat,”Hi! My name is Blake!” He nodded to himself with a large smile.
“Do you not have a last name?” Someone else at his table asked.
“Or an Ultimate?” Ronan added.
“I think my last name is Cours! But I’m not sure!”
“What about an Ultimate?” Ronan asked.
“Oh! I’m the Ultimate Escapist!”
After grinning for a moment, Blake sat back down.
Next, a trembling Ultimate stood next,”Before I say anything, be warned that the vibes I’m getting from everyone here are very off. Someone, or any of you…” He trailed off, glancing around the room quickly before continuing,”Are planning something bad.” He looked directly at me. I stared down at my shoes. He took a breath and finished,”With that now said, I’m Kowai Taisho. I’m called the Ultimate Paranoiac, but I’m not paranoid about anything! I know I’m right!”
“Sit down and shut up, you ditwit!” Monokuma called out.
“You’re a symbol of bad luck.” Kowai mumbled, sitting down. I wasn’t sure if that was his way of insulting Monokuma or if he was “predicting” something.
After Kowai sat down, the last person at the table started to speak,”I would stand if I could, however, my legs don’t work. I’m in a wheelchair.” He rolled himself back a bit to show everyone. Rolling back to the table, he said: “I’m Aristotle Tori, the Ultimate Black Market Dealer.”
Kowai instantly scooted away. Doro leaned forwards, raising his voice slightly, to ask,”Did a deal go wrong or something?”
“Hm? Are you referring to my legs?” Aristotle asked, crossing his arms.
Doro nodded,”Yeah, did you take a crowbar to the knees?”
“No, I was born paralyzed.”
“That’s less exciting than what I pictured.” Doro commented.
“Oh, shut the hell up!” A girl, who sat at the table Monokuma was standing, sniped at Doro.
Aristotle looked over at her and explained,”That’s my twin sister.”
“This table’s turn!” Monokuma declared, gesturing towards Aristotle’s sister.
She stood up and glared at the room,”I’m Kikimora Tori. I’m the Ultimate Mortician.”
“Oh, shit, dude!” Ronan exclaimed,”Do you two work together?”
“Yes.” The twins confirmed, nodding at each other.
Kikimora sat down quickly after, the girl next to her stood up. “Hi! My name is Ivy and I’m the Ultimate Gardener! I’m super excited to get to know everyone! You’ll probably find me in a garden!” She smiled cheerfully before sitting down.
The next girl, similar to Kikimora, glared around the room as well: “I’m Hera Bilden: Ultimate Makeup Artist. Unlike Ivy, don’t fucking talk to me. Thank you.” She quickly sat down.
Monokuma looked at the three and said,”There should be a fourth person. Where is she?”
“Kitchen.” Kikimora said, pointing over to where Ryori was standing. She had slipped back into the kitchen when no one was looking.
Monokuma sighed before shouting,”CHEF!”
Ryori let out a startled shriek with the sound of something metal falling to the ground. She flung open the door in alarm, her hair and face covered in raw egg. “Can I help you?” She asked, looking mildly annoyed.
“So much for Ultimate Chef.” Monokuma mused,”You seem to have messed up.”
“I was in the process of doing a cool trick. You startled me and I dropped the pan.” Ryori explained calmly, taking a towel and starting to wipe the egg yolk off her hair and face, as it was starting to drip down.
“Well then, Chef, introduce yourself.” Monokuma said, also sounding annoyed.
“Ryori Gurume, Ultimate Chef. Is that all? The bacon might start to burn.”
Monokuma shooed her away and she dashed back into the kitchen. Monokuma watched her for a moment before turning to the next table. “Okay, this table of girls. You’re up.” He demanded.