As I walked further down the street and into my driveway I saw my mother was home early. Not too common but still not unusual enough to raise alarms. When I walked in the door I was greeted by the sight of a relatively large box with an elegantly decorated white envelope taped to the top. Upon looking closer I saw it was addressed to me.

"Who the heck sent me this?" I questioned aloud.

"The mailing label said Hope's Peak Units." I jumped, looking back to see my mom had stepped into the main hall from the kitchen. "It looks super cool, I can tell from that fancy envelope." She smiled, kneeling down beside me. "Well go on, open the letter already."

I laughed, hearing the excitement bubbling within her. I carefully pulled the letter off of the box and opened it up. We both sat there reading it over a few times.

"When did you sign up for a lottery?" My mom looked more than a little curious.

I shrugged, "It must have been from when I first got my email, I was so reckless I'd enter it for anything." I laughed nervously. The only response I got back was a short hum. Looking back over the letter once more I could only wonder what kind of product a company would willingly give an entire set of whatever away for free.

"Are you gonna open it? The suspense is killing me." I sent a smile my mother's way before taking ahold of my key from the chain around my wrist and inserting it into the tape. After finally opening the box itself we were both greeted with a thin paper lining covering what was inside. I took the initiative and pealed it back to reveal smaller boxes with pictures of people on them.

"Aw these figurines are so cute!" She cooed. Each one seemed to be about a foot tall judging from the boxes, and lined up were three boxes. Two were of girls and one was of a boy. Satisfied with what she saw, my mother went  back to the kitchen. Back to whatever she had been doing before I got home. Which left me to peacefully open them up in my room. I took more time to look at the covers of each box, where I noticed at the bottom corner of each picture read "HOPE'S PEAK UNITS : VOLUME 1".

"So there are more sets? Neat!" I smiled, gently removing them from the larger box and placing them on the floor. I got up and grabbed an exact-o knife, closing my door in the process. Crossing my legs as I sat in front of the three boxes. I had managed to cut open the first two boxes before I heard packing peanuts rubbing together from the box on my far left. I shakily reached out my hand to open it, curious yet scared. And then I heard it.

"Sorry Makoto." The voice was obviously female, but it sounded slurred as if she were still asleep.

I quickly opened the tabs to reveal the pretty blue haired girl on the cover tossing and turning like she was having a nightmare. I bit my lip as hard as I could to stop myself from screaming. Then all of the sudden her eyes shot open as her back arched, opening her mouth to let out a painful scream. I jumped back and fell into a fetal position on the ground.

I couldn't see what was going on but I could hear the sound of styrofoam packing peanuts rubbing together accompanied by the rapid breaths of what I had assumed was simply a doll. I felt tears running down my face, too freaked out to dare look beyond the safety of my arm barricade.

"This isn't real." I kept repeating that, vaguely aware of a squeaking noise and more rustling.

Suddenly, I felt a small touch against my arm, and immediately jumped back screaming once more.  The little blue haired doll flinched in response, her own eyes puffy as if she had cried as well, and her chest still rapidly rising and falling.

"I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare y-you." She fumbled with her words, I looked down at her confused, sniffling slightly as I tried to figure out why she of all people was apologizing. She took a deep breath before continuing with a calm smile. "I know you don't have anything to do with whatever this is, but you don't have to question everything to try and make sense of it. At least not like this." I was speechless, she seemed to understand exactly how I was feeling. I wiped my eyes with my sleeve and looked back at the other boxes anxiously.

"H-how do you kn-know that?" She closed her eyes, smiling brightly.

"I'm psychic." I almost immediately flinched, worried that anything perverted I might unintentionally think would be as easy for her to see as words in a book. She waved her hands frantically. "I-I'm kidding! I just have really good intuition!" She said, once again sensing how that only made me panic more. "How about some introductions to lighten the mood." She suggested whole-heartedly. "I am Sayaka Maizono, but some call me the Ultimate Idol."

"Ultimate Idol? What does that mean?" I tilted my head to the side curiously.

"I'm one of the most popular Pop Stars in the world, all why still being a high school student." She smiled, then frowned. "Or at least I was."

"Before you elaborate on that, I'm Maya. Um, Maya Fernandez. Now would you mind telling me what you meant?" No longer cowering in fear, I laid on my stomach so I could more easily look her in the eye, Sayaka herself sitting with her lower legs pulled under her and her hands planted on the floor in front of her.

"I, uh, wow this is actually hard to say out loud. I died, long story short. I'd rather not try explaining it right now, it was a really weird experience." She shrugged, visibly shaking at the thought. Sayaka once again grabbed her abdomen, wincing for seemingly no reason.

"So does that mean...those other two boxes hold people who died?" I asked, pointing at the ones I received along with Sayaka. She looked surprised, almost as if she hadn't really noticed they were similar to hers.

The only other one I had cut open was the box with the picture of the red headed boy on front. As soon as Sayaka looked at part of the cover picture, she looked furious. She stomped over to his box and pulled back the flaps.

"KUWATA!" She literally leapt into the box, and while I couldn't see what was going on I heard a mixture of angry and terrified shrieks.

After a constant stream of apologies and gasps of breath between the obvious sobbing, and Sayaka's furious screaming, the red headed boy emerged practically gasping for breath as he leaned over the edge and fell out the box despite the other hands grasping at him.

The entire time I was too confused and scared, once more, to even do anything. But as soon as the red head, who I assumed was Kuwata, looked up and saw me he started screaming even louder. As he tried to crawl under the flap of the open box Sayaka finally resurfaced, she looked so distressed and dangerous despite the tears streaming down her face. After realizing how set on attacking him she was I finally forced myself to move, and used it to pick up Kuwata by his waist and carry him from Sayaka's reach as I properly sat up. The whole time he was screaming and squirming, I felt sorry for making him so scared.

"Kuwata, please relax, I don't want to hurt you." Whatever response he gave was drowned out by Sayaka screaming at me as she pounded her tiny fists on my leg.

"Maya put him down! He deserves everything coming to him!" My head was spinning as I tried to make sense of this.
"What!?" The tiny boy shrieked defensively. I rolled my hand so he was laying on my flat palm on his back, he quickly moved to peer over the edge down at the crying girl.

"He killed me!" She fell to her knees, both hands over her abdomen once more. I narrowed my eyes down at him, and immediately he started shaking under the pressure of possibly being harmed by a giant.

"She tried to kill me first! I was acting in self defense! Besides between how I died and how she died I got the worse ending!" As soon as he started crying as well I felt far too overwhelmed by their emotions I started taking in more frequent short breaths.

"Wh-why? Why did you try t-to kill to begin with? I don't-" I felt light headed, and as I tried to process all this new, troubling information the room started spinning. "I just d-don't understand..." I placed my free hand on my pounding head, why would high schoolers even try to commit murder? If all of these supposed figurines were killed, and there are multiple volumes, why would so many people have to die? How did this happen to them? So many other questions swirled in my mind, I didn't realize I was rapidly approaching the floor until my face met the carpet. I vaguely heard panicked voices before my body decided for me that a nap would possibly help me process everything happening.

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A/N: This is kinda a trial chapter to see if anyone is interested in this idea. Please, please, please comment and tell me what you think. If enough people like it enough to comment or vote/fave it or whatever (unlike my story idea book haha) I may continue it after the anime, since it will give us more info.