Chapter 1: Normal Highschool
God, that smells Hellish. I had to hold my nose, just to stop the smell from making me any sicker. I looked around, trying to figure out just what it was that smelled so bad. There was nothing obvious to be seen, just rows of student lockers. All of the classroom doors were closed the moment the rooms were emptied. While that didn't count them out, there weren't any janitorial staff around coming to clean anything, so the smell probably wasn't coming from a classroom.
I looked at the surrounding lockers. They were the tall, thin sort of lockers, with their outsides covered in dull gray-green paint.
I was starting to wonder if something actually had died and been shoved in a locker. There were two big gangs in the school, the white supremacist 'Empire Eighty-eight' and the asian-exclusive 'Asian Bad Boys'. They didn't get into lethal fights often, but it never paid to put anything past them. The third group worth any thought, the Merchants, were usually too high to do anything dangerous, but maybe one of theirs had locked themselves up, stoned out of their minds.
My eyes roamed the locker numbers near me. 134… 135… 136…
137. My locker. Fuck my life.
Nose still held tightly, for all the good that it did, I stepped up to my locker and brought my hand up to enter my combination. I didn't notice until it was right in front of me that I was actually making me shaking, just a little. Even though I knew that it was impossible, the last thing I wanted was to find a body in my locker.
"Hey Taylor."
I closed my eyes and did my best not to groan out loud. Noooooo…
"Trying out a new perfume?"
"Smells like something died over here."
"Maybe she's got something in the locker?"
"I bet she trapped a boy in there."
"Probably, she couldn't get one to talk to her if she tried."
Just ignore them, I thought to myself frantically, trying not to clamp my hands over my ears to drown out the giggling. Ignore it and it'll go away. Just ignore it. Just igno-
My locker clicked as the lock was released, and my feet were promptly covered in garbage. I flinched back as my locker door all but flew open the moment the handle was lifted, and an entire pile of white and red and smell and ohgod-
'Hellish' didn't describe it. Didn't even begin to. Bloody pads. Used tampons. Rotting food. Discarded wrappers. It was like someone had just upended a trash can inside my locker, then thrown in a month's worth of dirty hygiene products. For fucks sake, what is wrong with you all
I retched again, and another helping of vomit decorated the back of the locker. It felt like my gut was some kind of witch's cauldron, bubbling and boiling and just bringing all kinds of hurt.
Then I felt someone grab onto my shirt and pants, I was stumbling backward then flying forwards then
nonononFUCKFUCKFUCK !
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Well, if it isn't that just disgusting. He snarled, upon understanding what was going on. A really disgusting human scene. People here might be more logical and less comic tham back at his known grounds, but they were still just as messed up - more even, in some ways.
Well, this was one of the reasons he was here right? In the fucking school He meant. He was in the mission of experiencing normal humanity and rediscovering how he felt about it. To be among people who would not destroy or add to his existence in any extraordinary way. Meet people, he did not feel inclined or had the need to kill, manipulate or do anything other than have normal human interactions with. Heck maybe even finally try to have a normal girlfriend instead of mind-controlled drones, prostitutes, aliens, or adult women who ignored his age...
... Well, that and his little side-project with the Gestalt-Alien-God.
As of the moment, he was not enjoying the experience very much. Even If it was certainly very normal highschool stuff.
Should I do something about it? he had no illusions of being a decent person. He was as Neutral Evil as one could get, but... Something about those bullies particularly irks him for some reason... Maybe just a bit of abnormality will be ok
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A sob escaped my lips, and the laughter only grew louder.
"Big crybaby. I think you should just stay in there. Maybe that will teach you where you belong." Emma jabbed, but I barely heard her.
"Please… Emma let me out."
I jerked as a loud bang echoed from the outside, someone slapping the locker, jumping in fright.
"Maybe…" The girl taunted. "Maybe after next period?" She asked someone else. Madison giggled.
"Come on, Class starts soon."
"No…" I whispered, shuffling again, fingernails scratching against the thin slits in the metal door. "Y-you can't!"
But sure enough, the footsteps leaving growing fainter almost left the area soundless but for the breathing of a few people whom I could see through the tiny slits, just staring.
"Hey !" a voice, nasal and unattractive, echoed somewhere she could not see and all eyes turned to the right.
"The fuck do you want freak?" Sophia's voice, angry and scornful.
was someone actually helping her? Really?
"For you all to go to class and forget the last 15 minutes of your pathetic lives." The voice now was distorted, as If coming from a voicebox. Through the lights on the locker, I could see a flash of multicolored light that made my head feel fuzzy and unfocused. When she was back online she noticed all the noise had all but died, only on person's footsteps on the hallway
"He-Hello? " She tried, hoping for the best but expecting the worst. "Is anybody there? Can you help?"
"Give 2 seconds." The nasal boyish voice said.
Before she knew it, the locker door cracked open. Her body clumsily fell out of the metal prison, legs failing to hold her as she fell on the hall floor.
" Are You injured? Need a medic?" The boy said from above her.
This was the first look she got at the only person in this damn school to help her in any form or fashion. And she was ... mildly disappointed.
He was short, shorter than Greg even. His hair was a frilly Burnett. Face round and more to the ugly side of average. The eye patch did not help his case... Still, he was the first decent person she met in this school so...
"Thank you! Really, thanks a lot! You really saved me! Fuck I... I think I do need a doctor... But maybe a shower is more like it." She said getting to her feet.
"No problem, I can still help though. A quick ride home to shower is probably better than using the school showers, considering how shitty this school is." The boy offered.
Taylor wanted to feel suspicious, but she was just too tired from the adrenaline high for it. "I... yeah that sounds... I ... am Taylor by the way, Taylor Hebert."
The boy smiled at her, it was a calm gentle thing, but she could not avoid feeling a bit nervous at the lack of shine in his one exposed eye... Or the weird light coming from under his eye patch.
"Mortimer. Mortimer Smith. But you can call me Morty."
