Well ladies and gentlemen… I once said that I'd only write on my main story 'Daylight's End' for now and that I would try other projects in the future. Scratch that statement.

Don't worry, I'll keep this short and small so that the intro won't get blown away already. So, I have been a huge fan of 'Assassination Classroom' for a while now, and in an attempt to find new stuff to read (and to distract myself from the ending that I WILL NOT SPOILER FOR YOU!) I browsed through the fanfictions on this site.

Though, after a while I noticed that there haven't been a lot of 'ideas' used there. And before any of you keyboard-warriors lash out, that doesn't apply to the stories' quality. Thus, after I binged myself through about a hundred fictions, filled my body up with cola and found a place to write this down in the library of my school on an old laptop, I present to you a whole new different shot on the "What if Korosensei was still alive?"-cliché!

Without further ado (and trust me, you will see that for a long while)…

Roll the first Chapter of 'Survival 101 with Korosensei'!

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CHAPTER 1 – SCHOOL, GAMES AND TENTACLES

"Alright, I want you all to read up to Chapter 21 until next Monday. And remember, we'll receive some new students onto our school on that day, so try to arrive here not half-dead!"

*RING*

"Well, off you go!"

Oh man, how I praised the sound of the final bell on a Friday. It's the sign of god that there is at least someone hearing your prayers on all those assignments as he gives you the weekend for your own time…which I'll probably waste away regardless.

Before any of you guys think that I'm some sort of loner, bullied kid or even depressed, let me already stop you right there. I'll just give you a short introduction of myself as we start to walk to my friends.

The name's Halyard, Markus Halyard. I was born 15 years ago and still too lazy to tell you the exact date. Son of a drama-queen and an optimist, lives a regular life like the other bunch. Currently sporting short, brown hair that loosely hangs from my face, dark-blue eyes and a little peach fuzz adores my head.

In the terms of clothing, I'll just say that there's nothing too significant there. Navy-blue jacket with orange accents, the normal pair of jeans with the white shirt combo and a pair of grey sneakers. Altogether, I'm just your regular student.

…Okay, not quite. Yes, I'm partially smart when I want to be but I'm considered the lazy bum of my class. Still, my grades speak for themselves, so nobody dares to question my qualities.

"Hey Markus! Stop with the monologues in your head already and get your ass over here!"

And let's not forget that, right…

My steps were filled for enthusiasm, yet only to escape the school building already and after a few seconds, I reached my group that was standing close to the bus station. They were standing in a semi-circle around the left side, chatting to themselves or were too busy with scoring a new record on the newest app game.

"Aren't you happy that we can finally relax now?" Desmond Riley, the school's local entertainer, comedian and all in all eye-candy. Blonde surfer-cut, baby-blue eyes and a young face pared with the newest fashionable clothes on the market made him into a literal idol. He's charming, yes, but he'll never go back on his word.

"No, considering its only two days. At least they could have forgiven us for that stupid test result." Martha Simmons, also known as Samantha. One of the school's resident Goths who normally hangs out in the gym's backyard. She's actually very smart and even considered a genius, yet she shattered her own marks by simply not attending any lessons, thus becoming like us: average. Wears black hair in a pixie-cut, black dress, black boots and even uses black make-up. Pair that with her pale skin and you get the friendly downer of our group.

"Well, I'm happy~! At least I can play some more games now~!" And last but not least, the midget. Seriously, Dwayne Taro was at least 1 foot shorter than any of us and gave the impression of a cute child. He was even labeled as 'Shota' within our group. Acting all innocent though he has this damn addiction to electronics…even worse than mine. Blonde hair, brown eyes and the face of a 11-year old. Combine that with his size, the childish clothes he has on and the high-pitched voice and you get this guy. 'Who even has a teddy bear printed on their shirt these days!?'

"Whatever, let's just get to our homes. I don't want to waste my entire day with standing here. If I want to wilt, I can do that in my room." Samantha is usually passive, however...when her patience runs thin, she goes all bossy-like on us and we follow her as lap dogs. So, seeing as the bus finally arrived, we sat down and took our seats on the front.

During the drive home we could see the modern and newly-built houses of my recently built hometown, somewhere in the middle of Germany. Yes, we flew all the way from my home country (America) only to settle down here after a year of dealing with documents, papers and other crap.

Luckily it was worth it as the calm scenery lifted our spirits and relaxed us. I even started to unconsciously pat the small head of Taro who didn't even protest. Samantha seemed less moody than usual and Riley…

"Oh Riley! You're so beautiful today!"

"Hehe, thank you. You're also wonderful looking, my dear."

"AH! HE CALLED ME DEAR!"

"WHAT!? NO WAY, OBVIOUSLY HE SAID THAT TO ME!"

What do you know, fan girls in real life were still a thing. Riley didn't seem bothered in the slightest, so he just looked at our way as the bus drove on, ignoring the loud screeches of these 'ladies'. Bleh, I'm not good with women, so don't you even start this.

After a few more agonizing minutes, we finally arrived on my bus stop. Giving every friend of mine a wave (and a small hug from Taro, damn boy is too cute) I finally exited the bus afterwards and started walking to my own house.

My parents' property wasn't that far away; maybe just a few minutes longer than the usual stroll but still relatively short. Light yellow adored our walls, the ground around it lined with freshly cut crass. The old tree in the back was slowly rotting on the base, yet we decided to let it rest there. Silver steel was grasped by hand as I unlocked the house's gate and front door-

"Welcome back, my son!" -only to be greeted by that mountain of muscles that was my father. Mental crowd, meet Eric Halyard. Father works at a night-club as a bouncer; normally he's very friendly and even lets a few people pass him during his shift. Yet he always has a story on backup about drunken guys or simple douches that got slammed into the ground by his truly. Oh, and not to forget, he had same eyes as me and was…pretty much bald up there. He's pretty emotional but still respects other people's feelings.

"How was your day, sweetie?" And walking out of the kitchen was the short, black-haired woman that was my mother, Darcy Halyard. She works in a grocery store close to the town middle and always had a smile on her face. In terms of looks you could say that she was pretty much a looker. And I know what you're thinking...since she's my mom, I'll not go into too much detail. Dark-blue eyes, a small statue and thin waste-line made her the attraction of our 3-headed family.

"Ah, it was alright mom. Just another boring homework assignment until Monday but nothing else to complain about." Both parents never forced me to anything. They stood on my side when something happened, yet they also respected others when the situation called for it.

"Well, you know that I'll be gone outside with your father today! So I prepared lunch and dinner for you in the refrigerator. Just warm it up and you're good to go!" 'Ah, she always prepares that stuff for me. What would I do without her? …Probably starve, that's what.'

"Thanks mom! Also, have fun you two! And keep all of that weird stuff inside your room." The blush that adored their faces was worth it. Still, I couldn't tease them too much.

"Okay, just kidding! Enjoy your dinner together!" / "Don't worry, we will!" Dad gave me a playful push on the shoulder as they walked out of the door, leaving me pretty much alone to do whatever I wanted. And if I mean anything…

"Dammit! You missed!"

"Sorry. Tell me: Who's the professional AWP'er here!? You, or is it me!?"

"None of you are! Shut it already and move your asses to the bombsite!"

…I basically wasted my time away with shooters and other toxic video games on my computer.

Don't worry, I don't play games all the time. There's also a neatly stacked collection of anime-cd's and manga in the background of my room.

"We lost the game because of you, again!"

"What!? ME!? You hid inside the smoke every damn round!"

"At least I won us a few rounds like that!"

"You know what, fine! We can play another time but only when you calmed down first!"

I instantly turned off my computer by flicking the switch on its cable connector, making the lights disappear after a soft hum filled my ears. The clunky headset was put onto my wooden desk as I just threw myself into the small bed. It was these times where I was grateful for manga since I was too frustrated for video games, yet not tired enough to sleep.

Without even looking at the small, messy stack in the background I grabbed the first one in reach, smiling as the infectious grin of my favorite, fictional teacher covered my view.

'Ah Korosensei, what would I do without you and your special class of miniature assassins?' Although I was a great fan of the manga and anime in general, nobody seemed to share any interest in these hobbies (except my self-created group of Casanovas). I was a closet-otaku and mind you, I gave no fucks if somebody said anything about me or others. How does the saying go? "Live and let live."

Manga upon manga was taken from that old shelf and before I could even blink twice, I felt the familiar darkness of sleep beckon me. Since my parents wouldn't arrive in at least…1 hour, there was nothing stopping me from over-sleeping again and wasting my days in the usual life of regularity.

"Wake up, wake up! The sun is up!"

What the…usually I would awake to the normal chirping of birds outside. Maybe my father wanted me to play errand-boy again-

"Mmhh…don't want to-"

"WAKE UP, SOILDER! YOU'RE LATE FOR THE ROLECALL!"

"I'M UP! I'M- ...huh?"

Alright, I have lived in this tiny ass room for almost 5 years now, stared at every corner for at least an entire week worth of time and knew where everything was placed inside of my own mess. But this…?

First off, all manga had been placed from my bed (where they laid while I slept) into the…clean and newly-looking cupboard hanging from the wall. And when has the wood been oiled…twice!? Also who organized them all by color and title!?

My old rug looked like it was newly bought from 8 years ago…all scratches and holes had been so perfectly patched up that nobody would have suspected any repairs on it. Almost like it was…replaced…

The walls…weren't supposed to be yellow! Well, maybe they were due the sunlight but not like that!

Also, let's not forget the smiling tentacle monster that was centered perfectly upright in the middle of my room.

"Oh man…I probably stayed up too long again." I turned my head a few times in the hopes of getting that weird vision out, yet instead it just stayed there again. Then, as if things couldn't get creepier, I saw one of his tentacles move towards my bed sheet…and why did I feel a real presence from it!?

"Incorrect! Although yes, you did use a lot of your time to read, you had more than enough rest." Did I say that things couldn't get creepier? Retract that statement. Dark-blue irises stayed glued on the 'imagined' tentacle that just MOVED THE SHEETS OF MY BED AWAY! And even his facial color changed!

Now, what finally gave me the kick was the fact that my current clothing wasn't the same as before I went to sleep. Oh ho, no. I was currently dressed in a plain, white t-shirt and grey shorts…even considering the fact that I never had the time to change my attire.

Sleepiness washed away as my mind started to pick up on different emotions…such as violation. Or...worse things.

"You…changed my clothes."

"Correct! I figured that sleeping in worn-off, uncomfortable clothes would be negative for your sleep. So I picked out a pair of sleeping wear but not before washing them carefully and drying them myself." To his word, he held up my already worn stuff in his own limbs…as they hanged in mid-air, being carefully folded…and smelling like lavender.

And then, just then, my mind finally realized the situation's reality.

"You're…Korosensei."

"Nurufufufu~! The one and only! And you're the high school student Markus Halyard!"

"You…aren't a figment of my imagination."

"Also correct! As you can see, I'm very well alive and kicking!"

"You're standing…in my room."

"And I even had time to clean and replace any broken items that didn't held any sentimental value!"

"You…changed my clothes…while I was asleep…"

"Uhm…correct! T-Though be assured-"

"I'm going to scream…"

"Y-You shouldn't r-raise your v-"

"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

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(To be continued…)

(Fire Me): Alright, let's set some facts straight. First, I'm not sure if I'll actively update this new project. Sure, you'll receive updates for this since it's a series and I always write stuff for these…over time…but you get the point. It'll take me probably more time since there's also 'Daylight's End' (my other and still active fiction), yet you'll get your updates.

Second, there's also real life, so please don't freak out if you turn on your PC, log into your account and see the story's inactive for your own god knows how long. Just know that I'm working on keeping this active and try to not leave you in the dark.

Well, I have nothing else to say left, so until next time! As such…

The Sir's out!