Sighing, Cassie reached into her bag, finding a water bottle she had saved up earlier. As she pulled open the lid in contemplation of the weird detective man, the bottle had exploded in her hands, splashing all over her clothes. Cassie swore at the unexpected detonation of liquid. Someone had replaced her drink with a well-shaken fizzy one.

Loud laughter resounded from the cheerleader brigade at the front. Cassie’s eye twitched as she let out a few more expletives under her breath. She should have been paying more attention, damn it! Cassie’s hands shook as she tried to keep her boiling anger down.

Ember was always there, always trying to make her look like a fool, knowing exactly when and how to strike, using Cassie’s tiredness against her.

Soaked and tired Cassie waited until everyone was out of the bus. She stepped out of the bus and immediately tripped. Ember was standing outside, with her leg extended. It was the last straw.

Cassie swung her bag into Ember’s extremely smug face.

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Cassie sat and listened to the droll voice of the school psychiatrist.

She nodded along, as the psychiatrist paced in front of her.

Yes, Cassie understood that it wasn’t okay to hit people, especially her sister, with bags. Yes, she was aware that this incident was going on her personal record forever. Cassie’s mind drifted away from the nagging. She wasn’t able to do much damage to Ember anyway, as her sister dodged the bag at the last second.

The bag had only lightly grazed her sister's head.

Ember made sure to make this “unprovoked attack” into a huge deal, which had ended with Cassie sitting in this boring ass office for nearly 45 minutes now, underneath slightly flickering fluorescent lights, as the school psychiatrist tried to instill into Cassie that her behavior was unhealthy and unacceptable. Cassie signed, glancing at the numerous diplomas of the woman that declared her many doctorates for all to see. How could someone with so many diplomas be so full of stupid?

“You should apologize to your sister,” the psychiatrist demanded of her.

Cassie’s fingers clawed into the couch with increasing frustration, drawing numbers as she imagined the psychiatrist spontaneously combusting.

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The door of the office had started to rattle, the doorknob turning.

“Hello?” The psychiatrist turned as the door opened. It was the man in the coat! He turned towards Cassie with a smile that seemingly never left his face.

“Goodness comes to all," a nasally voice resounded, from underneath the wide brimmed hat. "Especially those who threaten the stability of the System."

“Who are you?” The school psychiatrist stood up, blocking Cassie’s view of the man. “You can’t be here! I locked this door myself. How did you get...”

“Nullify,” the detective spoke, the word sending a feeling of dread into Cassie’s spine.

She rapidly moved left and out of her seat.

It was at this moment that the school psychiatrist exploded.

“Well, sheet,” Cassie said, suddenly feeling more awake than she had ever been in her entire life. “I guess she really was full of hot air.”

Shimmering ashes fluttered down from the spot where the psychiatrist had once stood. Cassie tried to think of their name and nothing had come to mind, as if they had never existed in the first place. A burning gash pulsated in the seat that the teen occupied moments ago, sparkling cracks permeating its surface. The couch cracked, slowly folding in on itself, segments of it breaking off and turning into white dust.

The bespectacled, psychiatrist-erasing monstrosity slowly turned towards Cassie.

“Took you long enough!” Cassie’s reflection said from the diplomas.

Cassie’s head snapped towards her own reflection. It was Alexa.

“Eyes up front! Roll left!” Alexa yelled and Cassie obeyed, rolling to the side.

“Nullify!” The detective declared once again.

Cassie barely avoided the crimson ray that tore a hole through the floor, punching through the wood like a battering ram through bamboo. She realized something with a dull, almost emotionless shock. The detective did not have a stuffy nose. When he spoke, his smile was static, his entire face didn’t move a muscle. It wasn’t just a stiff expression - whatever this thing was, the face it wore was not a real one.

“Hey! You asshat! Bet you can’t lazooor me!” Alexa yelled from the diplomas.

The detective stepped into office, face turning to the reflection within the glass that moved separate from Cassie.

“Nullify!” A crimson ray cut the diplomas on the wall, shearing them in half.

Alexa vanished.

Cassie looked down. The floor was melting, burning away where the red ray had struck it. She saw a room below the psychiatrist's office.

The detective with the laser-eyes stood in the door, blocking her escape. She dove into the hole, trying to avoid the burning sides of the floor, rolling on landing.

Not seeing much, her head spinning she got out of the roll, running.

She unexpectedly crashed into someone else. Cassie spun away, trying to regain her balance and stumbling to the floor. Rolling again, she managed to get to her foot and almost skipped for a few steps, got back to her feet, and set off at a dead run down the hallway.

Someone... a janitor wearing blue slacks, stared after her irritably. “Watch where you’re-”

ZZZZWARGH!

Another, blinding ray erupted from behind her, and the janitor was launched off of his feet, hitting the lockers on the other side of the hallway and slumping to the floor, unmoving, his clothes and body sparkling with shimmering, spreading cracks as he folded out of existence and vanished from her memory as a person.

Cassie glanced back at the body of the janitor in panic.

She couldn't remember what they looked like anymore. The bespectacled fuck was definitely erasing people out of existence!