Warnings: Not much just yet, but if this story is continued: blood, murder, violence, character death. Whooo...
Disclaimer: God, I wish that I owned Dragon Ball and Dragon Ball Z (GT can go fuck itself.) as well as Toby, but that would require me to be someone that I am most certainly not.
Pairing: This is a Gohan x Toby story and if you can't handle that, leave. And have fun trying to find another dbz/creepypasta crossover because I seriously can't find one and it's bumming me out.
So since, I've only gotten positive response on this story idea, I've decided to write it. So here's the first chapter.
Updates will be sporadic until I finish Sweet Baby, Do Not Cry. In addition to that, I may be moving during this summer... So... Yeah. Not happy. But watch out, because I will be updating this story when I have a new chapter finished for that week!
Chapter 1: The First Day of School (Part 1)
It's always horrible on your first day of school, and for Tobias Erin Rogers, this is absolutely no different. And Orange Star High School is somehow a worse place to be than even Sally's room. As he walks to his homeroom, he curses his boss and wonders why the faceless man has so much interest in this dimension. Then he wonders why there has to be dimensions beyond the one that he knows so well.
The school won't let him wear his goggles or his mouth guard, and so to cover the scar, he tapes a piece of gauze over it and prays that no one will ask. At least, they let him wear his hoodie as long as he wore his uniform badge somewhere visible. Just to spite them, he attaches it to his messenger bag, because he doesn't want to put a hole in his favorite jacket.
"Oh, I'm so going to be late!"
He looks behind him and sees a tall, black-haired boy running down the hallway with a raven girl beside him. The girl quickly snaps at the boy with equal parts anger and annoyance, "this is all your fault!"
"It's not like they're going to give you a detention!"
"They won't give you one either! You're the smartest guy in the school!"
"You're famous, and they all worship the very ground your father walks on, and they're terrified to give the World Champ's daughter trouble."
"Oh, shut up, Gohan!"
The two rush past him with little more than a glance and practically dive into the open door just before the bell rings, and he stops, heaving a heavy sigh when he sees the tag and realizes that it's his homeroom too. He walks in shortly afterwards, and the teacher turns, a frown firmly set into his face. "New student?" he asks, and after a beat, Toby nods. "Well, then why don't you introduce yourself?"
"Great…" he mutters, before turning to the face the sheep, secretly wishing that he could have brought his weapons to school; it would be a perfect place to practice… "My name is Tobias Rogers, but I prefer to be called Toby." He's not quite sure why he hates being called by his full first name, but he's certain that whoever called him by it was a horrible person.
"Students, do you have any questions for him?"
Toby's eyes widen, and he thinks, 'oh, hell no…'
For a moment, it's silent, and he's about to count himself lucky. However, a brunette girl pipes up and ruins the brief moment of hope that he allows himself. "Where are you from?"
"America." He keeps his answers brief out loud, but in his head, he expands upon them. 'Another dimension, actually…'
"What's America like?"
"Boring." 'At least the forest is…'
"Why'd you move here?"
"Because I had to." 'Or I'd be in trouble.'
"Do you have siblings?"
"A sister." 'A dead sister…'
"Why are you twitching?"
Truthfully, Toby hadn't noticed that his illness was acting up until that question was uttered, and the spike of anger that suddenly bites into him makes him practically snarl out, "it's not of your business!" He huff in a breath, holding it for far longer than he needs to as he counts down from ten, and he stares up at the students who have gone wide-eyed at his growl. "I'd like to sit down now."
The teacher, who was clearly taken by surprise, stands there dumbly for a few moments before saying, "there's a seat next to Son Gohan, if you'd like to take it. Gohan, if you would raise your hand."
"Fine." He walks up to the empty seat by the boy who had run into the classroom before him and drops into it without looking at him. "I don't want to be here."
"I figured as much." Toby hadn't expected anyone to respond to that, and so he stiffens, not sure if he should look at the other teen. "And I wish that I could tell you that it will get better."
He decides then to look over at Gohan, and the raven offers a small, highly awkward smile. Despite having already decided that he hates everyone in this school, Toby chuckles internally and contemplates changing his mind if he this teenager will make his assignment less annoying. "Well, it's nice to know that someone's honest. 'School will be fun,' they said…"
Gohan laughs and quickly ducks his head when the teacher looks up. "I actually like learning, but I know everything that they're teaching… I was homeschooled too."
"How could you tell?"
"I just could, and it's nice to have someone who understands..."
When the bell rings signaling the end of first period, Toby's about to stand up and leave when Gohan leans over and whispers, "the teachers move around, and we're supposed to stay put, except when we have gym."
"Oh, joy," he responds. "Part of me is looking forward to gym though."
"Why?"
The brunette discreetly points towards the jock who had pointed out his twitching earlier. "If they give me a chance, he's going to end up with something lobbed at the back of his head." Surprisingly, Gohan laughs, seeming not to be disturbed by that threat. "What?"
"Today's dodgeball."
The rest of the morning passed without further interruption, besides Erasa getting yelled at by Miss Yamori for trying to talk to Toby during the math lesson, not that Toby was actually listening to the lecture anyway. Apparently, in this school, algebra two is the highest they ever teach to, and Toby, having been stuck in a mansion with people who wanted him to be prepared for anything this 'mission' would entail, is confident that this class won't mean much to him. He both simultaneously hates and loves Hoody and Masky for that.
Lunch, on the other hand, is a spectacle.
Gohan and his friends ask Toby if he wants to have lunch with them, and after a moment of internal debate about the worth of 'fitting in' verses having alone time and subsequently failing at his secondary mission, he accepts. They end up outside in the courtyard underneath a cherry tree that's long since been losing its leaves in preparation for the coming frost, and because of the seclusion away from the other students, Erasa begins to question him. He quickly realizes that she was the one who asked him about Lyra.
"So, cutie," she asks, "what do you think of our school?"
"It sucks," he answers, trying to remain honest. "Honestly, I just want to go back to America and sleep until I die."
Sharpener, the blond jock who Toby had been pointedly trying to ignore, scoffs. "Don't be so dramatic. You're sounding like the goths over there." He points over his shoulder at the congregation of teenagers dressed to the nines in black and attitude. "Besides, this school may suck, but you're in class with the World Champ's daughter. You have to admit, that's pretty awesome."
"Not really."
The table goes silent, save for the clatter when Sharpener's bowl of rice drops. "What?" he asks, his eyes wide. "How could you not think that being in school with Videl is awesome?"
He turns his chocolate gaze upon Videl and smiles in a disarming fashion that wouldn't look out of place on a hyena or snake. "I don't know her well enough to pass a judgement." He drops his eyes to the noodles that make up his own lunch. "I don't judge people that I don't know… It isn't my place." He absentmindedly rubs at a scar on the back of his hand then, a small one that most people don't know is there, but he does; it's from the first time he used his hatchets. "I'm going to go back inside… The sun's giving me a headache.
Let me know what you all think! Should I continue this?