ELLIOT WAS PREPARED FOR THIS DAY. Today was the day when Elliot was going to be entered in the only high school she liked. (Especially since she moved here...) 

Hope's Peak Academy.

A school for the talented -- Super High School Levels -- which Elliot definitely, absolutely was.

You see, Elliot was the Super High School Level Lucky. Which, she probably (sorta?) inherited from her father...

Kinda?

Anyways, here Elliot was standing outside the entrance. It was a nice day (especially without her parents...)since the sun was out and the air was crisp (it was autumn, her favorite season). Obviously, this was going a great day!

Of course, Elliot was not the type to doddle, so she entered.

Hope's Peak Academy was pristine, having caramel colored  walls and glass cases holding art work, trophies and the like.

It was nice.

The bad thing was, she woke up early (5. am, to be exact). So basically, she was early and by herself. Maybe she could just... daydream. Think about stuff.

Like... her favorite animes. (Which were Sayonara, Zetsubo-Sensei *and Welcome to the NHK*, which her parents wholesomely disapproved of.) 

Or... her favorites graphic comics. (Obviously, Squee's Wonderful Big Giant Book of Unspeakable Horrors*.)

Or her favorite musicals. (Duh! Heathers: The Musical*.)

Or... or...

She felt her body going numb. Her mind was all melty and such. Was she drugged? Impossible, her parents would never...

Would never...

Elliot passed out. 

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ELLIOT WAS IN A A DARK, DANK, ROOM. Which was hilariously odd, since she was in a nice pristine high school lobby.

At least she didn't feel... weird.

Her bed was average. Which was good, she guessed. An average, pink blanket with average pink bedding. Which contrasted with the grey and wet walls.

Damn. This was... weird.

She heaved her body up, which was... hard. But kinda not at the same time? Ugh.

So after she got herself up, she immediately found the nearest mirror. Not because she was obsessed with her looks, oh no. She was looking if she had been... ahem... vandalized.

Did she have her blonde bob held back by a black head band? Yeah. A classic white botton up polo with a red and green vest? Again, yeah. A classic black miniskirt? Ditto. Black thigh highs and white double laced high tops? Well... the answer was obvious. Yes.

Well, she wasn't vandalized in any shape, way, or form. Thank god...

Elliot looked around for a door, which she immediately found.

The hallways were null and dull as her room. Grey, wet, and... the faint scent of aerosol in the air.

Golly...

Its certainly bright (not lit by candle light -- that's ludicrous), helping her make her way to... well she didn't know.

She wandered around a bit (so, very lost, mind you). Ugh...

Of course, maybe being lost and alone, she decided to yell.

Loudly.

"HEY! IS ANYBODY HERE! PUH-LEASE DON'T TELL ME I WAS KIDNAPPED!" 

...

...

...

... No response at all.

Of course, Elliot was not a person who had excellent hearing like a certain pianist or light club music member. Someone had heard her, of course, the person in question was... erm, well...

"I, uh,..."

Elliot awkwardly heard, which was by now closer to her. Elliot turned around, noticing the person.

The person was a short, silver haired male. He had large, circular glasses that covered his pale face. His shirt was basic as all hell, just colored white. He wore maroon tie and black pants, which were tucked into white high tops with a red brim. He also had a soft ahoge, very soft.

"I, uh, ehhh," He panted, looking unsure.

Elliot glanced at him. "Are you okay?"

"... I'm okay. I heard y-you and..." He shiver, pulling a thing of his pants. "... n-nead this." He said, showing her a pamphlet.

Upupup! Welcome, student! Please come to the main entrance to learn about your predicament! 

"My... predicament?"

"Our. Multiple."

"Ah." Elliot mumbled, unsure.

"S-so..." He mumbled.

Elliot pulled up her left hand, to engage a handshake. "I'm Elliot. This is so crazy so... lets try and make it less crazy I guess?"

Elliot... (whats her last name again? ...Let's go with "Keith"...) Keith, Super High School Level Luck.

The boy shaked. "I'm... I'm... I'm Hijime Namaeda. I'm the Super High School Level Fanboy. I'm a fan of comics, games, anime, and m-my... OTP*'s getting together." Hijime mumbled awkwardly grabbing Elliot's hand.

Hijime Namaeda, Super High School Level Fanboy.

"So! Uh! Let's go m-m-meet t-the others!" Hijime stumbles.

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❄❄❄❄CULTURAL/RESEARCH NOTES❄❄❄❄

*Sayonora, Zetsubo Sensei - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sayonara,_Zetsubou-Sensei

*Welcome To The N.H.K. - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Welcome_to_the_N.H.K.

*Squee's Wonderful Big Giant Book of Unspeakable Horrors - https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/157313.Squee_s_Wonderful_Big_Giant_Book_of_Unspeakable_Horrors

*Heathers: The Musical - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heathers:_The_Musical

*OTP - One True Pairing. Meaning the your favorite combination of characters in a fandom.