The Janitor
Own nothing, never will. Well, I'd actually like to say I own Fred, but I'm sure he didn't come from my head, nothing does, so . . . I'll stick with my previous statement.
It was nearly ten p.m. on a Thursday and he was mopping the cafeteria, he had to admit that most of the kids were amazingly cleanly. Just another reason to feel uncomfortable around them. He'd known they were mutants when he took this job but he hadn't realized it would be so apparent. You should see some of the damage he had to deal with.
One time there'd been major water damage on the second floor from melted ice. Ice, in august! And who could forget the time when a fight had broken out in the rec room and nearly everything was charred or melted or blasted into an unrecognizable lump. That had to have cost a ton.
Any way it was a well paying job and there were few who would take it so he cleaned up damage no other school would ever see with barely a grumble.
And of course there was the added perk of being Professor Xavier's personal snitch. There was little that went on in this school that Fred didn't know about and he was very proud of this fact.
Things were starting to change though, he could feel it. It had started with the arrival of Wolverine and Rogue. Fred hadn't had a chance to meet them, not yet, but they'd only been here a day and already the school was riddled with stories about them. Something big was coming, more and more talk of Magneto was being flung around and at least half of the stories linked their new arrivals with him.
It all still felt huge to Fred, he did what he was told and little else, leaving it up to Xavier to save the world. He just had to clean up after him.
*There's more coming, as soon as I can decide what it is. *
Own nothing, never will. Well, I'd actually like to say I own Fred, but I'm sure he didn't come from my head, nothing does, so . . . I'll stick with my previous statement.
It was nearly ten p.m. on a Thursday and he was mopping the cafeteria, he had to admit that most of the kids were amazingly cleanly. Just another reason to feel uncomfortable around them. He'd known they were mutants when he took this job but he hadn't realized it would be so apparent. You should see some of the damage he had to deal with.
One time there'd been major water damage on the second floor from melted ice. Ice, in august! And who could forget the time when a fight had broken out in the rec room and nearly everything was charred or melted or blasted into an unrecognizable lump. That had to have cost a ton.
Any way it was a well paying job and there were few who would take it so he cleaned up damage no other school would ever see with barely a grumble.
And of course there was the added perk of being Professor Xavier's personal snitch. There was little that went on in this school that Fred didn't know about and he was very proud of this fact.
Things were starting to change though, he could feel it. It had started with the arrival of Wolverine and Rogue. Fred hadn't had a chance to meet them, not yet, but they'd only been here a day and already the school was riddled with stories about them. Something big was coming, more and more talk of Magneto was being flung around and at least half of the stories linked their new arrivals with him.
It all still felt huge to Fred, he did what he was told and little else, leaving it up to Xavier to save the world. He just had to clean up after him.
*There's more coming, as soon as I can decide what it is. *