Franky, Maika, and Zai looked into the closed gates of the “Our Mother of Purity’s Holy Church and Enlightenment Sanctuary, Angleton Branch”. One line of men in robes held kitchen and gardening utensils. Behind them was a group fervently praying to their goddess for salvation.
“I’m not sure about this place. Aren’t they praying to that lady from the other day at the square? That seems weird.” Maika griped.
“She let your brood feed on her, so she can’t be all that bad,” said Zai.
“If your babies ate her, does that mean they’re praying to you now?” asked Franky
“They are praying to the next generation.” Maika said confidently “Let’s show them how.”
“Have you heard about the great mother and corruptor Maika?” Zai asked the men at the gate.
“This is a holy place of worship for The Mother of Purity,” shouted one of the men. “Take your blasphemy elsewhere, heathens.”
“But we are here to…” Zai looked up at the sign strategically, “Enlighten you…”
“First, Franky, please show your future classmates how to tear down the barriers that divide our community.” Zai instructed.
Franky began smugly eating a hole in the gate, much to the confusion and horror of those inside.
Terrified recognition came over the face of one of the priests. “These are the abominations who assaulted our goddess during the festival,” he spat.
“Cleansed~” Maika corrected cheerfully.
“Surely we can put our differences behind us in the name of enlightenment,” said Zai.
“She just fed Maika’s babies, I don’t see the problem,” Franky added from around a mouthful of metal grate. He licked some rust stuck to his face. His eyes glowed as he noticed the gardening trowel being held by the belligerent priest, and yanked it from him. He began licking his new lollipop, smiling as he watched the metal sizzle between licks. “I love the sizzle candies the best!” He said cheerfully.
The now disarmed priest’s eyes widened as he started to jitter and hyperventilate.
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“Franky, it’s rude to take candy from strangers,” Zai lectured.
“Oh sorry. Hi, I’m Franky, and I’m taking your lollipop now.”
“Much better,” Zai praised, tousling his hair.
Franky beamed as the little bits of iron left in his mouth slithered into his teeth.
The hyperventilating priest fainted.
“Now that you’ve passed out your entrance exam, let’s get you into class,” Zai said
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Franky seated himself in the front of a dim classroom. All the other students crammed themselves into the back two rows. A very nervous priest entered the classroom and shuffled awkwardly past the desks, facing Franky the whole time, until he reached the blackboard.
“So… uh… good morning acolytes…” he said with a sweating brow. “Today we… welcome… a new student, would you like to introduce yourself?”
Franky beamed and stood up to face the cowering peers.
“Hi I’m Franky this is my first day of school I’m not supposed to eat you so let’s be friends and my uniform is red!” He blurted out slightly loudly and excitedly.
There was a painful pause, so he made his smile a little bigger, hoping that would help.
A dripping sound was heard.
“Ewwww!” One of the students shouted, “Percival peed!”
“Er, yes, very good,” said the teacher, far too terrified to pay attention.
“There is no pee over here,” Franky offered the many other vacant rows.
The teacher then finished processing what actually occurred, “Oh uh… right! Percival needs to go to the nurse to get a change of clothes. Who would like to escort him this time?” He scanned the classroom, trying to remember who he coerced into bringing Percival last time.
In near unison an entire class full of small hands shot straight up.
Franky raised up both his hands thinking this was how he was supposed to respond.
“Uh… yes! Franky, you can take him,” sighed the teacher in relief.
“I win!” Franky bounded over to the student standing in the middle of a puddle, grabbed him by the arm, and dragged him out the room, leaving thick yellow streaks behind him.
“A sacrifice has been offered, and the demon is appeased” commented a black-clad student with bandages up his left arm.
“We’ll always remember you,” whispered another student.