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It was time for science. Lessons with Squiddo were always interesting, though nobody knew why she was allowed to teach, with how little theory there was during lectures. She was mostly showing students crazy experiments that were definitely testing limits of legality. Nobody knew what she had planned and she somehow managed to surprise everyone.
Some of her students, though, were so fascinated by her work and some… Well, were excited about her subject a little bit too much.
Like Wemmbu. Oh, this guy was in love with explosives.
[Even more than fighting with Flame.]
Every. Single. Lesson. He would ask about nukes, uranium, plutonium, atom splitting reactions and many more. Squiddo never refused a talk about stuff that involved topics they both liked and half a lesson would go to the trash can because they talked about some crazy shit, drew schemes on the board (that no one understood) and created plans on how to destroy different types of structures (biological or not) - mice (no Lomedy was hurt during science lessons), humans, whales, sheds, apartment towers, and… Pentagon. Don't get me wrong, the plans were strictly theoretical, but… Concerning. That's why they were called the “Partykillers”.
Today's topic happened to be hydrogen bonds. Of course Wemmbu had to ask whether they would learn about hydrogen bombs, if they're at it. Weirdly enough, Squiddo told him that they don't have anything in common, as hydrogen in hydrogen nukes is only used as fuel for reactions that lead to the release of enormous amounts of energy, but the hydrogen bonds are absent as hydrogen isotopes do not connect with anything.
Parrot sat through the whole lesson, thinking about his life choices and what exactly led him to being born, suffering the curse of existence that led to inevitable death, the timer of which was ticking every second.
Well, I guess that's what my fate is. No escape from this harsh reality of human evilness and kindness at the same time.
He took time to wonder if the multiverse existed, too.
“If yes, then maybe there's one where I live through crazy adventures with friends in a free, limitless world. Where there are rarely any cities, mostly just small civilizations and factions, possibly more greenery and people there are self organized enough to live by unspoken rules of coexistence… maybe there is such a perfect world…”
Would he be wrong that the universe like that exists? No, definitely. He's absolutely right about it, even having the smallest details pointed out. Though, this universe isn't quite how he imagined. Even with those unspoken rules, there is some amazingly interesting lore to what is happening there. So much that you could call this world quite… Unstable. Yeah, that's definitely the right word to describe it.
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Clownpierce worked here only because
- Branzy wants him to
- He doesn't want to be bored
- He needs to put that degree to use
He used to lead a criminal empire…He still did (in a sense) so money was not a problem. Never was.
Still sitting in this building 8 hours a day and seeing his love at least once every 2 hours was better than boredom at home and taste smell of blood.
“Open your books at page 37”
He said with a strict tone. He didn't like his students playing around too much
“Mr. Flamefrags, no playing with fire or touching the hair or tail of your friends. 2 warnings. One more and detention"
He called out a teenager
“Also if you strive for Mr.Wemmbu’s attention so much, may I suggest you get a room?”
Class stayed silent and the only sound heard was Clownpierce writing the topic on the chalk board.
A whisper could be heard. Definitely not about the topic
“If you're so talkative Mr.Zam, what is the position difference of grey matter and white matter in the human brain in contrast to the spinal cord?”
“Uh well uh…”
“Great. Is anyone here to save the honor of this class?”
Slowly a hand rose
“Go on mister LettuceK”
“In the human brain, grey matter is on the outside while the white one is on the inside, in contrast to the spinal cord, where white matter is on the outside while the grey matter is on the inside”
“Great”
The class was silent now
“I will have to leave in about 10 minutes. And I will give you worksheets.”
Clown explained today's topic and soon enough a soft knock Could be heard On the door.
“Clown? Let's go.”
Said a soft voice
The tall man gave the worksheets to students before heading for the door
He leaned over one of the students
“Mr. Spoke, if you're going to bring such substances to school at least try to hide them. I won't let it by next time”
He whispered. Pointing at a bag of something in the students backpack. Then he left.
As soon as the door closed, he was pulled into a soft kiss by his husband.
Still as beautiful as the day we met
Then they left, it was their anniversary after all.
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It was time for biology with Clownpierce. Of course Spoke had to be caught with drugs, what could possibly be a worse scenario than this? But he knew he would always get away because he had certain useful connections within the school. Like principal Spongs, for example. Spoke was Mr. Spongs’ dealer and, in return, Spongs would find ways to hide the drugs from the police.
It was useful, because he was also dealing THC to other people, like Boosfer.
And so detention it was. Spoke headed to the special room, where he would sit for the next hour. After some time Clown entered and sat in front of him.
“Spoke, how many times have I told you… HOW TO HIDE THE CANNABIS?!”
Oh, yeah, Clown was also Spoke's buyer. He was the one “responsible” for the safety of the dealer and his secrecy.
“Sorry sir. But don't you think it would be boring if it always went so unnoticed?”
Clown sighed, clearly frustrated.
“It seems that you don't understand, Spoke. Being caught for dealing drugs will ruin you, prison isn't something fun. I know you will get out somehow, but it's better to not risk it.”
“Okay, okay, am I free to go now?”
“No. You're going to sit here until the end of the lesson and write all the possible consequences of taking drugs too much that will lead you down in your life, when the Academy won't be taking care of you.”
“NAH, BRO.”
“Watch your languages, it's not how you talk with a teacher.”
Clownpierce took a piece of paper from a shelf and gave it to Spoke.
“Here.”
Spoke started writing.
“1. Seizures. 2. Psychotic behaviour.
- Organ failure. 4. Anxiety. 5. Depression. 6. Dental problems. 7. Brain damage. 8. Criminal record. 9. Intensified or dulled senses. 10. Aggression. Is it enough?”
“No, but we will ignore the rest for now.”
Spoke whined from displeasure, knowing that he will have to stay after school.
“I hope you'll remember all of them when you graduate.”
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“Egg.”
“Egg.”
“Egg.”
“Egg.”
“Egg.”
“Eeeeeeeggggggg.”
The purple demon called.
It was Wemmbu. Wemmbuu was tall, not as tall as Flame but no one was as tall as Flame, well no one but professor Ashswag. Wemmbu’s eyes were gold. They shined in the sun. His hair was extremely long. Usually tied in a high ponytail. He had black horns that grew from just below his hairline. His lashes were quite long too, like he used some kind of make up to make them look that way. His skin had a tint of purple to it. Usually a tiara sat on his head. He also had a thin black tail with a spade at the end.
“What do you want mannnnnnnnnnn”
Asked the shorter teen.
“You’re not actually named Eggchan”
…
huh
“And how the fuck did you come to that conclusion?”
“Well it’d just be stupid y’know.”
“Well I guess its stupid then.”
“Come onnnnnnnnn tellllll meeeeeeeee!”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“Fine! Do you know what I’m really called?”
“Ye.”
“Ezekiel.”
“After the biblical prophet?”
Nah, the prophet was named after me.
“Yeah.”
“Are your parents religious?”
Well, is God religious?
“Yeah they are.”
“Hm… do they know you get drunk on a regular basis?”
“...no?”
“M’kay”
…hell no. He’s beginning to suspect stuff.
I’m so cooked.
How does he even have enough brain cells to do so?!