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Somehow, in a town full of goths, stoners, and even immortal kids in orange parkas, Cora still stood out among them all. Her rough exterior matched with her ice cold interior, as-well as being apart of the vampire kids? That was just bad enough on its own.
In the gymnasium, pull out chairs arranged carefully into rows, The Vampir was up blabbing about whatever was a "threat to the vampire society." Cora however, was sitting in the front, completely unimpressed with the whole speech, waving her hand in front of her face in a fake yawning gesture. Her head was resting in the palm of her hand, has been for quite some time now, her eyelids droopy, practically begging to be put to rest.
It took a minute before the vampire caved, closing her eyes shut as her head grew heavy, falling over as her face was looking onto the wooden floors. As she slipped into unconsciousness, the usual images she dreamed about flashed into her mind, specifically ridding herself from this world. But, something was different. Something felt... off. Her dark nightmares being replaced by sudden upbeat and colorful dreams. Soft clouds, puppy dogs, things that Cora would never be caught dead looking at, let alone dreaming about it. It reminded her of someone.
"Amin?!"
The dark red-haired girl jolted awake, panting heavily as she thought about her friend, looking around frantically realized the whole gymnasium was now completely empty, leaving her and the fold-up chairs behind. She sighed before standing up and grabbing her bag, slinging it over her shoulder, her eyes drifting up to the double doors, eyebrow raised as she spotted a figure that was standing there.
"Come on, fag. I've been standing here for ten minutes now and it reeks of you posers."
The unknown person spoke out, flipping their hair in the process. The second Cora heard a single word coming out of the former's mouth, she groaned and put her fingers underneath her eyes, pulling down her eyelids in an annoyed manner. Pete Thelman, one of the goth kids, the clique she absolutely despised. Worst part? They were first cousins.
"I told you I can walk to your termite infested house on my own. You don't have to keep fucking waiting for me."
Cora stomped her foot on the floor, mumbling something incoherent under her breath before moving forward, making sure to purposely bump into Pete's shoulder on her way out of the large room. She brought her hand up, ruffling her hair so the volume was still there.
"I don't care what you say to me."
Pete rolled his eyes at Cora's agitation, pulling out a cigarette pack from his pocket.
"Sure, I hate you, and I hate that faggy vampire group you're around, but by Satan I'm not letting you off on your own."
The goth kid flipped his hair before reaching out to grab the vamp's arm with his free hand, pulling her along with him as he went towards the school doors. The latter quietly grunted, following along as she had ton a hundred times previously.
The two walked together down the sidewalk for a little while, Cora's head tilted down towards the cement, an embarrassed flush clouding her vision. They eventually reached the door of the house, walking up the stairs as Pete swung open the door, letting his grip on Cora falter as he walked inside, flipping her off before he waltzed upstairs.
"So fucking immature.."
Cora stared off into the open doorway, her hands balled into tight fists, her nails digging into her palms. She yelled loudly before walking inside, slamming the door shut behind her, going over and stomping up the stairs herself, proceeded into the guest room she was lended whilst in her cousin's house. The vamp threw her bag onto the ground, leaning onto her door, sliding down until she was sitting on the floor.
"Stupid goth kids. Why did this world hate me enough to have this freak as my cousin. I can't take this."
Cora's hands instinctively went up to the sides of her face, tugging on her dark-red hair that happened to be there. She continued to rant about her life from barely above a whisper, shaking her head along as she spoke. Before she could even stand up to do what she was planning, her phone rung in her pocket, causing her to tense up for a moment.
Cora groaned, taking her phone out and tapping on the screen, a wave of confusion washing over her face. 'Incoming call from: Butters Stotch.'
"What the hell? Since when did this dork have my phone number..?"
The red-haired girl let out a deep sigh before accepting the call, bringing the phone up to her ear.
"Butters? When the fuck did I even save you as a contact?"
"Muhahahaha! The person you are talking to isn't Butters! My name's Professor Chaos!"
As the latter spoke, Cora moved her phone away from her ear, wincing with how loud the seeming Professor Chaos was speaking.
"I heard that you were an outcast, someone that didn't get a long very well with the other fourth graders.."
Cora stared blankly into space, feeling like a fool for even letting this kid talk to her.
"Listen, I don't know what kind of supervillain you're pretending to be right now, but it's super lame."
"Awh.. Really?"
The boy spoke from the other line, seeming genuinely hurt by the response before giving a small cough, going back to his barely intimidating persona.
"Back on topic! How would you like to join my group of all the chaos and destruction you can ever imagine?"
Cora perked up, genuinely interested in Butters' offer. She contemplated for a second, still confused on how the goody-two-shoes in her class was a full on supervillain at night.
"On.. Anybody?"
"Why yes of course my soon-to-be minion! Oh, except my parents.. I don't wanna get grounded again."
Professor Chaos fidgeted with his microphone, slight amounts of background noise coming from the other side.
"Meet me at my— I mean, Butters' house when the sun sets, and make sure to get in costume!"
The phone hung up, Cora stared at her home-screen for a minute to process everything she just heard before standing up straight, putting her hand up to her head in a saluting manner.
"I will not let you down, Professor."