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Bluudud sat in the back of the car, holding a papper towel by his bleeding nose.
He had gotten in a fight and had been swiftly expelled, in his defense he was just protecting c00lkid from a bunch of asshole's.
118o8 stepped into the driver seat and leaned her head back taking a deep breath.
"this is the 6th time bluudud..."
she mutterd turning her head towards him before she sighed.
"why did you do it?"
Bluudud sank into the seat, looking out the window.
"They were picking on c00lkid again."
The engine started, and they pulled out of the parking lot.
"...How about we go get ice cream? We can get bubble gum, your favorite."
Bluudud didn’t have to say anything. 118o8 already knew the answer.
She turned up the radio, and the silence grew comfortable, just her and her son.
They soon arrived at the local gas station and headed inside, grabbing their preferred ice cream and paying for it.
They sat outside for a while, eating and talking about whatever was on Bluudud’s mind.
Guess he got summer early this year.
He was wrong.
In his opinion, he didn’t need a new school right away, summer vacation was just around the corner! But 7n7 had insisted they go.
The school was hosting a trip to some history museum.
"The Historical Museum of Robloxia" or something.
"Just stick close to your homeroom teacher," was the advice given to him before he and c00lkid were pushed toward the school bus, backpacks in hand.
“You two excited for the trip?” their new homeroom teacher asked.
Mr. Dusek seemed like a nice guy, from what Bluudud could tell so far.
They both just nodded and found an empty seat in the back, the chaos around them not calming down. sandwiches being flung and other teens screaming.
it was gonna be a long day.
When they stepped off the bus, Bluudud instinctively pulled c00lkid closer to him. He didn’t want to risk his little brother getting lost or picked on, again.
“Everyone, please follow me. Listen to the guide as we head to the Admin and Mods section of the museum,” Mr. Dusek called out, waving the students along.
“Do you think we’ll see Telamon?” c00lkid asked, looking up at his brother, his tail wagging with excitement.
“Who...?” Bluudud tilted his head, confused.
He was never really into those myths like c00lkid was.
He didn’t read much, and while he knew a few names from c00lkid’s excited rants.
A voice answered his previous question from behind them, seemingly out of nowhere, making both teens jump.
“He’s the protector of Robloxia and the god of the Heights.”
Turning around, they were met with a taller, older teen.
He wore a green beanie, green sweater, and blue jeans. His gray hair reached slightly below his shoulders.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you two,” the teen chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. Then, without another word, they were guided further into the exhibit.
The tour guide began talking about the main admins. Bluudud just tuned her out.
“Bluudud Coder! Please see me by the globe?”
On the side of the group stood a woman with long black braids, a teacher's lanyard hanging around her neck.
The name Ms. Flower was printed in bold letters.
Guess he didn’t realize there was a substitute today.
He patted c00lkid’s back, signaling him to stick with the group, and walked toward the globe.
Lowering his headphones, he tried to explain:
“Look, if this is about my headphones, I only have them on because my hearing’s sensitive—”
She held up her hand, silencing him.
“I’ve heard a lot about you. Kicked out of six schools in six years,” she scoffed, crossing her arms as she looked him over.
“I’m starting to question how you were raised—”
“Don’t talk about my mom like that,” he snapped.
His mom tried her best. She was the best—at least in his eyes, even if other people didn’t see it that way.
“And what about your father? Let me guess, you don’t know who he is.”
Her smirk twisted into something unsettling.
Bluudud staggered back, his hands clenched tight around the fabric of his hoodie.
“What’s this about anyway...? Uh... Ms. Flowers?”
Slowly, her limbs began to stretch and darken into a pitch black. Her spine bent backward with sickening cracks as she grew taller and taller, looming over the blue teen.
He screamed and fell back as her clawed hand slammed down beside him.