Glenda turned to the person still inside the tarp and tied in the rope. “All right, now let’s see who you are!” She walked over and pulled the tarp out to reveal who it was. “No way!” Glenda gasped, “It’s you... Benjamin!?”
Silence spread throughout the office; neither of the two would say anything. Glenda clenched her fists and broke the silence.
“Ok, now what are you planning?” She asked.
“You think I’d tell you?” ‘Benjamin’ retorted.
“But why are you doing this? What do you have against the school?”
“Tch, you wouldn’t listen to me even if I told you, or understand.” He muttered the last part to himself, much to Glenda’s confusion. But she still pressed on.
“Well, whatever it is you’re doing, it’s still illegal in this establishment,”
“How would you know?” ‘Benjamin’ murmured.
“Using that magic is prohibited at this school!”
“Well, what if I don’t want to follow the rules?”
“Is that the only reason you’re doing this? You did it to be a troublemaker? Answer me!!”
He still didn’t respond.
Glenda sighed. “All right, fine, since you won’t answer me, perhaps you’d listen to someone else?”
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“What? Who?” ‘Benjamin’ asked.
“Oh, are you finally going to speak and answer me?”
“Um... no.”
“It’s getting late. We’ll talk tomorrow, whether or not you want to.”
Glenda pulled the rope wrapped around ‘Benjamin’ and headed over to a wall. She moved her hand over it and tapped her knuckles on it, causing it to open and move to reveal a big, metallic door. Knocking on it correctly, the woman gripped the doorknob, and the door slowly creaked open.
What appeared before them was a strange-looking room, with walls covered in grey bricks, the floor looked torn up, and the cells seemed as if they blended in with the cold, dark, and dank environment—a small plank attached to the wall as if it’d be some bed. Glenda pushed ‘Benjamin’ in the cell and turned to face the door.
“You’ll be staying here for the time being.” Glenda proclaimed. “And don’t bother trying to escape either, because this cell is immune to all magic. See you tomorrow, traitor.” And with that, Glenda shut the door and left.
Time passed as the man walked around the room, trying to find a way out. She seemed to have been right as magic couldn’t work here. He couldn’t get out as she locked the steel door tight. The bars outside the window looked too small for someone to pass through without the help of magic.
Soon, the spell cast on himself had worn out, Troy gave up and went to lie down on the plank that was the closest to resemble a bed.
When he closed his eyes, a glimmer appeared along with a bright light. When he opened his eyes again, Troy looked up to see a familiar floating face.
“Aoguro? How’d you get in here? Did you go through the wall or those bars over there?” Troy asked. After a small silence with no response, “Well, yeah, I guess that makes sense. Then again, I think you probably shouldn’t count as- hey, actually, since you’re here, I want you to do something for me...” He leaned over to whisper something. “Now, go, hurry.”
And just like that, the ball of energy took off without looking back. He zoomed through the school building hallways, and then, eventually, the graveyard, unseen. Going into the caves, he saw a purple blob moving around the floor and followed suit. Aoguro soon found his destination: The Abstract Bizarre Colorful Dimensions.