Prologue
Chief's breath heaved as his deep blue eyes gazed at him from across the classroom. His chest tightened, his heart raced, and his spirit soared. He knew there was something there… but yet, he was afraid. He was afraid that they might know. He nervously glanced around the room, but no one knew… Not yet.
" And zat's ze basic principle of animatronics… Alright, none of you are listening, as usual, but class is almost up. You're free to take your leave." Dr. Wily said with a disgruntled sigh.
As the rest of the students pack their bags, Chief hesitated. He watched all the others shuffle and leave the room as he slowly slid his textbooks into his backpack, carefully observing the mass of teens, searching for prying eyes. The last one that walked out of the door was him. Mario. Chief only had known him for a week now, but it seemed to him that he had known him all his life. He quickly stood up from his desk and followed closely behind him. He felt like he had to follow him, like he might lose him forever if he didn't. In his haste, he accidently ran into him. The short plumper quickly turned his head, and shot a confused and questioning glance. His eyes locked with Chiefs through his yellow visor. His heartbeat fluttered, the butterflies in his stomach were about to burst, and his mind drew a blank. He didn't know what to say, if he should say anything at all! He muttered. Stammered. Then finally ran.
He just ran. He didn't know where he would run to, but he was running there. He finally made it into the Boy's Restroom, locked the stalls, and collapsed on the toilet; holding his head in the palms of his hands in shame. He didn't cry, he just stayed silent.. He couldn't think to face him, or anyone after something like that. He just wanted to disappear from the world, grab an Active Camo Orb and go away forever; never to be seen again. But he had to come out of that stall eventually. Half an hour later, he finally went to class, trying to act as if nothing had happened.