"Class 1-A, we've been transported into a game!" blurted out Tenya Iida, looking around at the pixelated environment. "We need to figure out how to get home."

Momo Yaoyorozu nodded, her mind already processing potential solutions. "Our quirks don't seem to have any effect here. Information and teamwork will be our best weapon."

Izuku Midoriya took a deep breath, not sure what to make of the situation. He saw Kaminari looking at a chalkboard, his brain never wired for math.

"Welcome to Baldi's Basics In Education And Learning, that's me!" announced a pixelated man, Baldi, with a friendly grin. Unknown to them, his friendliness was short-lived.

Ochaco Uraraka, who had been tightly clutching Izuku's arm, tried to lighten up the atmosphere. "Hey, it could be fun! Like a field trip!"

Katsuki Bakugou scoffed at Uraraka's words. "Dunce Face is gonna mess up and we'll never get out of here," he growled, glaring at Kaminari.

Kaminari was attempting to solve the math problems on the chalkboard. His forehead was drenched in sweat as he desperately tried not to make any mistakes.

Suddenly, the broomstick in the corner of the room came to life. "GOTTA SWEEP SWEEP SWEEP!" it chanted, adding another layer of weirdness.

Kaminari gave a yelp as he got one of Baldi’s questions wrong. He gulped as Baldi's grin turned into a frighteningly wide, pixelated grimace.

"Run, Dunce Face!" Bakugou shouted, but Kaminari was too rooted in fear to move. Suddenly, Playtime, a pixelated girl, appeared between them.

"Let's play!" the girl said, twirling her jump rope. Kaminari screamed as Baldi whacked him with a ruler, sending him flying backwards.

"We need to act smart!" Midoriya realized. "If we keep running, we can distract him while others try to find a way out."

Despite the dangerous situation, Kirishima grinned. "Sounds like a plan! Let's do this, guys!" His enthusiasm came as a much-needed motivation.

As Kaminari was chased by Baldi, the others scattered in different directions, trying to uncover the secrets of this game and a way out.

"Anyone found anything?" Yaoyorozu's voice echoed through the walkie-talkies they had conjured up with her creation quirk before the game started.

"No exits here," Uraraka reported, sounding breathless. "But there's a weird detention room with a sock puppet? Should I check it out?"

"Absolutely not! Get out of there now!" Midoriya commanded, thinking about the various NPCs in the game. "We need to stick together!"

Time after time, they’d get caught, whether by Playtime's jump rope game or the Principal's strict rules. They'd respawn and try again.

Finally, after multiple failed attempts, they found a secret exit hidden inside Baldi's office. "We found a way! Everyone, get here now!" Bakugou barked.

"Bakugou's right! Head towards the back of the school!" Yaoyorozu confirmed, her voice filled with relief. The final sprint had begun.

They ran, their pixelated bodies rushing through the eerie hallways. Behind them, Baldi was gaining speed, his ruler slapping against his palm.

"Wait, where's Kaminari?" Midoriya asked, realizing they were one short. Suddenly, they heard the familiar whack of Baldi's ruler.

"I'll get him! You guys keep going!" Kirishima dashed off, his hardening quirk unfortunately useless in this digital realm.

Epic battle music played as Kirishima and Kaminari made their dash for the exit, successfully evading both Baldi and Playtime.

"Good job guys, especially you, Dunce Face," said Bakugou, a rare compliment from him. They stepped through the exit, their vision fading into white.

Back in their classroom, they collectively let out a sigh of relief. The real world had never seemed this comforting before.

"Well, that was fun," Uraraka giggled, her sense of humour returning. "Right, Kaminari?" She grinned, but Kaminari simply fell face-first onto his desk.

"Let's not play that game again," Midoriya declared, to which everyone agreed. They had survived Baldi’s Basics, but they swore to never return.

The rest of the day passed with discussion about the game, and how each of them dealt with the situation. It was certainly an experience none of them would forget.

It was more than just a game - it was a trial of their teamwork, patience, and problem-solving skills. It had brought them closer than ever before.

As they left the school that evening, Kaminari looked back at the building. He shivered, then broke into a run, leaving his classmates in a fit of laughter.

They might have escaped the digital nightmare, but the memories of their incredible adventure in Baldi's Basics would persist. Class 1-A had passed the test.