Somewhere secluded in a place full of chairs, desks, windows, doors and a blackboard was Gale. He sat exactly in the middle surrounded by his desires and a cloud of sins.
His pupils had become a crimson spiral that was illuminating with life. In his hands were a pen and a book full of kinks. Yes, it was a book made by a drug-addicted weirdo full of kinks ranging from vanilla to kinky to "you need God" to a death sentence, and to "are you perhaps a politician?"
As he scribbled and filled out pages faster than the viewers last in bed, he grinned and panted. He slammed the book closed and wiped his sweat as the spirals in his eyes slowly returned to normal.
He was now back to normal and no longer under the drugs that gave him fake joy. He breathe heavenly as he watched over his masterpiece. The book cover was the simple boring words "A Guide To Catching Fish." After all, even if a single person were to see his tome of knowledge, then his already infamous popularity would become a hit list.
"Hey, Gale are you okay?" Asked Morgan appearing out of nowhere.
Gale turned his sweaty pale head to his right. A boy with dark blue organized hair was standing under the doorframe. He was wearing a comfortable jacket that was two sizes too big for him.
Gale's mind went into overdrive and began to analyze this unforeseen intruder. Morgan is a shy nervous person and a part of that one agonizing event.
"I was uhh... Sitting here and umm watching the chairs?"
"Yo-you were... Watching th-the chairs?"
"Yes! You never know if their alive or not... Now leave, I have to uhh secure this book."
Crisis averted is what Gale thought but because everyone in the novel is a bunch of gullible idiots it would seem that he would now face the consequences of his lie.
"Wait! You're te-telling me that the chairs are a-alive?"
"Maybe?"
What a fucking idiot is what Gale was currently thinking as he stood up and tried to past the terrified Morgan. "Wait where are you go-going? Wh-what about the chairs?"
Gale placed his pale and fragile hand on Morgan's shoulder. " I will leave that to you. You will replace my position cadet!"
Morgan placed his hand on his forehead and saluted Gale as he was leaving the room. "Yes Sir!"
"O-oh wait! You forgot your book." Gale's body turned around quickly, his bones producing a cracking sound. His face was full of despair and fear as he ran with all his might which was slower than an obese midget.
"DON'T OPEN THAT BOOK!" As Gale ran he slammed onto the legs of a chair. His body fell to the ground and with no more time to spend standing up, he crawled towards his destination.
Morgan's hands slowly and shakingly flipped the book to a random page in the middle of the book. A bright light enveloped the whole classroom as Morgan's mind was filled with the content of the opened pages.
Please be a safe page, please be a safe page, please be a safe page.
Morgan's eyes stared daggers into Gale as his mouth moved quickly. "You are sick. No, you are beyond sick. In the deepest parts of the underworld, there is a specific room for you full of things you dislike amplified by a million."
Oh no this is bad. That wasn't a vanilla page at all. That must be one of the worst pages judging by the fact his stuttering has stopped and he literally shot out daggers from his eyes earlier.
"I'm gonna burn this book and poke out my eyes later. But until then I will stay here and watch the chairs while wallowing in murderous intent." Said Morgan.
Does he still believe that? This is the third worst day in my life right next to the death of my master. Oh well, I guess this is my rock bottom. Life can only go upwards now.
*Crack Crumble 🎶 Bang🎶*
A piano fell onto Gale brutally and painfully crushing his body. All but his left arm and upper body were saved from the crushing blow.
"Mezor! It hurts so much!" With tears in his eyes, Gale struggled as he slowly bled out.
"Are you okay!" Yelled Vanity from the hole in the ceiling.
"..."
"Gale?"
"He's dead."
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Vanity entered the room from the door. In front of her was the crushed corpse of Gale and a stoic Morgan. She was carrying a bucket and a mop that had a beautifully crafted mahogany handle.
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"Wanna help me clean Morgan?"
"No... I have to guard this book."
Vanity's eyes squinted as she read the cover of the book. "Fishing? Are you into fishing Morgan? I don't know much about you since you're so shy."
"This is not a book about fishing." Morgan opened the book and walked slowly towards Vanity. "Here have a l-
*Crash*
Gale crashed through the window as he flew in the air. He tried to grab the book from Morgan's hand but due to immense speed, he failed and just crashed through the wall of the classroom into the hallway.
Vanity walked can't towards the door and checked Gale's body. His neck was bent weirdly and there was wood embedded into his bloody body.
Vanity threw her bloody mop onto the floor. "I'm not cleaning this." The book was then pushed onto her hands by Morgan.
Vanity flipped open the book to a random page. Her head immediately exploded. Her skin, flesh, skull, and brain splattered the hallway. Her lifeless body fell to the floor producing a small thump.
Morgan grabbed the book and read the page.
> Explosive Fun. Capture target. Slice open. Put personal fluids and gunpowder inside. Devour sticks of dynamite. Pleasure yourself using the body and when about to reach the state of serenity, say "I'm booming!" and light the body on fire. Die from the explosion while experiencing immense pain and pleasure.
"..."
Morgan closed the book as tears fell from his eyes. The text was bad but the drawings inside were way worse. "I can't marry get anymore. I am sullied, man." Morgan placed down the book next to the broken piano and the first corpse of Gale. He then ran towards the broken window and jumped.
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Sitting outside on the soft dirt floor was Electa. Laying on a brown tissue paper, in front of her was a burger the size of her head. The burger had fresh vegetables like tomatoes, pickles, onions, oranges, tree bark, and lettuce. The meat of the burger came from the tail of the current Holy Dragon which was beyond juicy and was said to be able to provide enough flavor to last a whole year.
The buns were slightly toasted and the burger was dipped in bread crumbs and was then deep fried. It was then dipped in egg and bread crumbs and was deep-fried again. And after that, the burger was then dipped in hot burning oil before getting deep fried. It was then deep fried before getting deep fried after getting deep fried.
Electa opened her mouth, which was drooling a river, and slowly moved the burger towards it. The burger touched her sharp teeth and a shock of flavor coursed through her body.
She then opened her mouth like a snake and closed it to bite the burger.
*Chomp* This wasn't the sound of her bite. No, it was the sound of Morgan's body falling head first in front of Electa. Her whole body and her precious burger were drenched in his strawberry fluids.
Electa angrily stood up and kicked Morgan's corpse with all her strength."WHY MEZOR! IS THIS SOME TYPE OF SICK JOKE? I SPENT MY WHOLE BRIDGET PAYCHECK ON THIS BURGER AND YOU DECIDED TO DRENCH IT IN BLOOD! WHY MEZOR WHY!
Electa bit the burger. Her teeth gracefully sliced through the burger. She then chewed it before swallowing. "This... Is mediocre..."
Disappointment filled her face as she ate the burger which was dripping with blood and also mostly oil.
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Gale walked past his and Vanity's dead body in the hallway. He picked up his blood stain book and entered the classroom. He passed his crushed corpse and sat down in one of the wooden seats. After all, he was tired from walking up the stairs.
As he panted like a dog, he saw something move in the corner of his eyes. Gale immediately stood up and turned his head towards the place of movement. There was nothing there except for a chair.
He sat down again and wiped the sweat off his forehead which was covered by his red bangs. But he then heard the sound of a chair moving across the floor. He stood up and saw that the chair has been moved.
He stood up and dashed towards the chair. It was a normal everyday chair. He turned around and saw the rest of the chairs in the room floating in the air.
"Beat this fool up!"
The chairs ganged up on Gale and proceeded to hit him in the knees and feet. "Oww! Actually, this kinda feels nice... But still, stop it!" The chairs slammed their hard and worn-down oak feet onto Gale's back.
"My chair brethren, steal his shit!"
The chairs took turns kicking him in the stomach while they stole all of his belongings.
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Gale lies beaten and passed out in the middle of the chairless classroom. His pockets were empty and the book he so cherished was done.
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On the rooftop of the Academy classrooms was a girl. This girl was standing still on the edge of the rooftop. Her shoes which had a note in it was next to her. She readied her mind and calmed her body.
"My whole life has been a painful and gruesomely sad journey... And after that one agonizing event a couple of days ago, It had dawned on me. I need to do something to end this sadness of mine."
The girl stared down below. The ground could not be seen anymore and was covered in a white mist. And then with loads of regrets and burdens, something fell from the rooftop.
Bridget stood still holding her fishing rod, she was watching the white mist as the hook of the rod fell downwards like the anchor of a ship.
"Life doesn't matter. But after that event, I was proven right but also wrong. My life can matter... In a messed up way. So I decided, I will have fun and stop my moping. And after seeing a gang of chairs run away while holding a book about fishing, I decided to catch some fish." Said Bridget, her green eyes staring directly at your soul.
As she calmly waited, the line of her fishing rod began to shake which indicated there was something on the hook. Bridget using her dexterous arms reeled the metal fishing rod with all her strength.
As she pulled and reeled, the catch began to fight back. Her fishing rod twisted and turned as the line she fought for control.
As she used her energy, she walked backward in hopes of using her leg strength to reel in her prize. And with no hesitation, she grabbed the handle of the fishing with both of her hands. She then swung it upwards like a sword, the fishing rod cut the very air she was breathing.
High up in the sky was a big blue fish around the size of a king-size bed. Due to the momentum of the swing and the constant reeling, the fish was thrown upwards into the rooftop's atmosphere.
As the fish plummeted to the floor, she tossed the fishing rod away and gripped the handle of her sword which was still in the scabbard. And then, faster than the blink of an eye, she zipped rigth under the fish who froze in the air.
She stood still holding her sword upwards with her left hand and with her right hand she readied her leather scabbard. She let go of the sword, it floated and spun around her hand before returning. She slashed the sword downwards before gracefully sliding it into the scabbard.
When the handle and scabbard connected, the fish was sliced into hundreds of pieces. The pieces then fell into a huge white plate that had slices of lemons and plenty of dills.
Bridget walked closely and grabbed a handful of fish cubes. She stabbed the cubes into the hook of her fishing rod.
"Fishing is boring... Maybe I should kill myself." Said Bridget before casting her fishing rod again.