Butters and I walked into the school and towards the usual meeting grounds, but it seemed we were just a little late because the bell rang for class to begin. Without getting the chance to catch up after the events of last night, we all shuffled into the classroom and sat down.
Mr. Garrison again looked about before closing the door, and it caused a collective sigh to utter from my friends and myself. But then, the door opened, and the new kid came walking in. My eyes widened and I stared at him, doing everything I could to keep myself restrained to my seat. The teacher closed the door behind him. "Oh good. Look who finally decided to grace us with his presence. Everyone, this is the new kid. Here new kid, I heard you don't speak so here's a piece of chalk to introduce yourself with."
The kid looked up at Mr. Garrison and received the chalk, proceeding to write down his name, and that was about it. A little more than half the class let out little murmurs. "Okay, wow, very original kid," Mr. Garrison sarcastically responded. "Now go sit down next to Kenny. Class, let's all welcome him and not make fun of him for being mute." I glared at him as he came to sit beside me, but he didn't even bother looking my way.
Class began and there he was, writing at his desk like nothing had even happened the day before.
When the teacher turned his back, I quickly jotted down a note. "What happened yesterday?" I passed it to him and he glanced at it and began writing back. My heart picked up pace as I waited. It took almost ten minutes, but he got it back to me, folded up carefully. I spread it out, only to find something that just made me more confused.
My letters were all carefully and mechanically scribbled out with red ink and underneath it was his response, but it wasn't even in words. He'd drawn a giant circle with bizarre nonsensical syllables within it and a figure in the center with its face hidden underneath a hooded cloak, colored in yellow-orange crayon. I'd have said it was human, but the cloak morphed into long swirling tentacles. What is this?
As soon as I'd taken in the image, I looked back at him. He was watching me with that same vacant look, yet somehow this time, instead of appealing or annoying, it gave me the creeps. Every hair on my body stood on end as we stared at one another for an indeterminable period of time. It was almost as if I'd been in a trance until he released me from his gaze and went back to writing notes.
I couldn't help but continue to watch the new kid, worried about just what this could possibly mean. Was this drawing inspired by the cult of Cthulu? Was he somehow involved as well? And did that mean he was my enemy, or was he the ally I'd been praying for?
A slam shocked me back into attention of what was going on. "Kenny! Can you stop eye-raping the new kid for two seconds and just pay attention?!" The kids all laughed at what Mr. Garrison had said, well excluding Douchebag and myself.