Sebastian arrived to the school building rather early because he had to feed Peter Cotton-Paws while no other teachers or students were present, so he wound up there at 5 in the morning. He parked his car, then went inside the building and up to his classroom. He had to hide the small bag of cat food in his class bag to sneak it up to his room since his room is on the second floor of the school building.

Once inside, he closed and locked the door for now as he opened the closet doors which revealed a mostly empty closet with just a cat bed in the corner, a food and water dish and various small colorful toys since he doesn't use it and it belongs to Peter.

He pulled the bag of cat food out and poured a small amount into the tiny food dish. "That's a good kitty." Sebastian cooed as he smiled and pet him while he was eating, the cat arching its small back into his stroking palm with its face buried in the bowl.

He stood up and gently closed the closet door again before he went and unlocked the main door then went back over to his desk to work on grading the rest of the papers he hadn't gotten to finish last night. He spent the entire morning in his room grading papers, there was now about fifteen minutes before all the classes would start and he glanced at the clock on the wall to confirm that realization.

He sighed softly. I need to figure out something to do with Peter... I can't keep him here and continue to go through what Claude plans because he has to keep my secret... He thought to himself as he leaned back in the office chair.

A shiver ran up his spine at the thought of the other teacher. He could clearly see his menacing and almost cat-like eyes. He mentally shook himself out of his thoughts before they could go any further.

Once class was getting really close to starting, he watched as his students started filing into the room. Some with their friends and others just by themselves and they were all eventually seated as the bell rang.

He took roll call and began his teaching.

Undertaker glanced around his living room to his clock that was hanging on the wall above his fire place that he hardly ever even used. It was five in the morning and he needed to get ready for work, he couldn't be late again without getting scolded by his boss.

He finished getting ready and as 6:10 in the morning rolled around, he walked down the hallway in his house and stopped at the first door on the left. "Ohhh, Princess Tiddlywink! Are you ready to go!?" He called out as he swung the door open.

Inside the room stood a pure white Stallion, happily chomping a clump of hay. As it heard its name being called out, it lifted its head and neighed at the Undertaker.

Undertaker smiled and walked over and ushered it out of the room and eventually out of the house as he got on it. "Good boy, Tiddlywink." He praised as he rode his horse to school while humming the 'Mission Impossible' theme song out loud.

Once on school grounds, he stopped the horse in a parking spot that had the name "Undertaker" on the speed bump, obviously hand painted yellow, and dismounted the horse. "Okay Princess Tiddlywink, you have to stay here. You can't wander off like you usually do anywhere else." Undertaker said as the horse Neighed as if it was listening to him.

He smiled, "Good, we're on the same page then." He stated as he looked back, the Principal was walking over and he didn't look happy. Undertaker blinked and looked back to his Stallion as he whispers, "Uh oh, act natural."

Hubert, The Principal, walked over and twitched, "Undertaker... What is this horse doing in my parking lot...?" He asked as Undertaker turned to look at him and gave him a grin. "This isn't just any horse, sir! His name is Princess Tiddlywink. Isn't he marvelous!?"

Hubert blinked, "...Princess..." He started as he shook his head, "Never mind... I don't want to know." He said. "Why is it here? You do know animals aren't allowed on school grounds." Hubert stated.

Undertaker didn't answer; he was just petting his horse. "You need to take the horse back to wherever you got it from." "My house." "...Whatever... To your house then..." Hubert started, he always felt awkward talking to the janitor, who insisted he be called Undertaker "You need to take it back home then, because it do-"

Hubert was cut off as Undertaker spoke, "Do you have any apples or carrots? Princess Tiddlywink is hungry." He said. Hubert stood there and stared directly at Undertaker, "...Does it look... Like I have any apples or carrots on my person!?" He asked.

Undertaker shrugged, "I don't know, that's why I asked. Do you?" He asked again. Hubert's left eye twitched with annoyance, "No, I don't! Now take that horse home or something!" he shouted and the Undertaker actually jumped a bit.

"Alright, alright. Sheesh. Mr. Grumpy Pantaloons..." He mumbled as he got back onto his horse and backed it up as if it were a car, making a high pitched "BEEP. BEEP. BEEP." until the horse was fully out of the parking spot, then he turned it around and rode off with it.

It was the middle of the day and morning classes were over. Sebastian was on his lunch break, just getting back from the cafeteria with mashed potatoes, no doubt from a large box of dehydrated flakes, and some… questionable looking… meat? He grimaced at it but sat down at his desk to eat nonetheless.

As he was just lifting a forkful to his mouth he noticed a folded piece of notebook paper on his desk that had definitely not been there when he had left to get his lunch. He put down his fork and picked it up to examine it. It was a note.

'Sebastian-

Come to my home tonight.

-Claude'

Below the message there was an address. Sebastian read over the note a few more times as ice crept into the pit of his stomach. He pushed the tray of food away and tried to occupy the rest of his time grading student's papers. He wasn't hungry anymore.

He had stayed at work for as long as possible that day. Grading papers and planning future classes. He'd gotten a lot of work done actually… but he knew he had to leave eventually. By the time he had exited the building not even the janitor or the principal were still there and the sunlight had begun to fade.

That evening the sky was, surprisingly, clear. The sun was sinking at a sluggish pace and its last dying rays painted the light crimson as if with blood. Sebastian thought it went strangely well with his current mood. He was so nervous.

His hands shook as he walked up the driveway of the average sized, unassuming house. He carried nothing, having left all his work from school in his briefcase in his car. He didn't suppose he would be needing anything…

He walked along the small path branching from the drive way that led up to the front door and hesitantly knocked. From inside there was a muffled "Come in, the door is open." He let himself in warily, looking around as he practically hid behind the door.

When he saw that Claude was not waiting in the shadows to jump him, he shut it behind himself quietly. Quite suddenly and out of practically nowhere he was tackled by a large fuzzy white thing. He looked up at it from the ground as it began smelling his person; snuffling, snorting noises coming from its huge black nose.

Oh god it looked like a wolf... It was huge! Er, well maybe not huge but it – well- it was bigger than Peter Cotton-Paws okay! To him that was big! And that aside it was still rather large… It snuffled at him for a moment, pointed ears alert and puffy white tail wagging as it got its big wet nose in his personal space.

He scooted back for the door and attempted to get his feet under himself once again, pressed back flat against the wood. It seemed to smile at him with a gaping mouth of pearly teeth, large red tongue lolling out of the side, prancing around him happily. "Pluto. Heel."

The cold voice sent a shiver down Sebastian's spine. He looked to his right to see Claude coming from an open entryway that he assumed led to another area of the house, most probably the kitchen. He wiped his hands on a dish towel as he came over.

Even in his home he was still dressed in a dress shirt and tie, even a waistcoat. Along with the white apron tied around his waist he looked like a waiter at a high-class restaurant. It was almost comical. Almost.

"Sorry about him. Strange, he doesn't usually take to people so quickly. You must be special." The twitch at the edge of his lips was nearly fiendish. Along with the glint in his cat-like eyes there was no way that the comment could be mistaken as a compliment. Sebastian felt like he was being mocked, though he wasn't quite sure why, and flushed in embarrassment.

"Pluto, go lay down." The dog whined and tilted its head at Sebastian for a moment, the tip of its tongue still poking out of its mouth, as if wondering if it was going to actually do what Claude had ordered.

"Pluto!" Claude said more sternly. The dog took one last look at Sebastian and wandered off to a plush dog bed in the corner, tail down, no longer excited. Obviously he would much rather have stayed to keep sniffing and licking at Sebastian happily but was too much of a well behaved dog to disobey.

Claude then walked back in the direction of what Sebastian assumed to be the kitchen, leaving him standing by the door. Unsure of what to do he followed, walking through a dining area attached to the living room and then through an archway to the kitchen where Claude was dishing out food onto two deep plates.

He set the food on the counter next to the stove then walked away. Sebastian wondered what he was doing until he called for the large fluffy white dog. He brought it over to a small utility room off of the kitchen and shut it inside. Well Sebastian supposed that made sense so it couldn't get in the way while they were eating. Then Claude returned, grabbed his plate and moved back into the dining room area.

Sebastian felt slightly awkward as Claude seemed to be acting as if he wasn't even there, however he grabbed the second plate, which he assumed to be his, and followed behind him regardless.

As he arrived in the next room, Claude was already seated at the table enjoying his meal. Sebastian took the seat opposite him and inspected his own food. It was rice covered in… something dark brown. He saw chunks of meat in it and he also thought he saw several types of vegetables. He assumed it was curry.

He had never had it before but had always thought it looked very good and now he knew that it smelled even better. He was now quite excited to dig in to his meal, his anxieties almost forgotten. The only problem was… he didn't have any silverware.

Claude hadn't picked any up on his way out of the kitchen from what he saw but he had some now. He must have set it on the table previously… He cleared his throat and began speaking quietly. "Um, excuse me, where might I find-

"What are you doing?" Claude cut in sharply. He hadn't even looked up from his plate, where he was carefully and meticulously gathering equal portions of rice and curry onto his fork using his knife.

Sebastian paused for a moment. Had he done something wrong? He wasn't doing anything. "Oh, I u-um-"

"You get down!" Claude was looking at him now, his almost inhuman yellow gaze cold. Sebastian quickly got up from his chair and took a few steps back, startled, and began stammering. "I-I um, I don't-"

"Down! Pets do not eat at the table!" As he said this he snapped his fingers and pointed toward the floor next to his seat.

Sebastian stood very still for a moment just looking at Claude. He couldn't possibly be serious… right? Across the table Claude was still looking at him sharply, obviously expecting his command to be followed.

Sebastian's mouth hung open for a moment, gaping like a fish. He wanted to speak. He wanted to voice how outrageous and degrading this was. But…

Those hard yellow eyes held him still. They commanded him to obey. Slowly he circled around to the other side of the table and lowered himself to the floor beside Claude's chair.

Claude reached across the table and grabbed Sebastian's plate, placing it on the floor in front of him. He still didn't have silverware…

"M-may I have a-"

As if sensing what he was going to say Claude cut him off again. "Last I checked pets do not use knives and forks. Nor do they speak… people words."