Chapter 7: Something about Wilbur Whateley.

Night fell on the school as something crept through the shadows. Something that had no intent other then the utter destruction of every living creature. It stood in the courtyard and howled loudly at the moon, wishing its pale light to be extinguished forever along with the burning sun that forced it so deeply into the bowels of this building.

The weekend was nearly upon them, but there was still one more day to go. Alex was feeling mildly confused; his empathy kept drawing him towards the science teacher, who kept giving him small smiles each time they passed in the corridors. What was happening here? But if there was one thing his empathy was telling him, it was that they should both be extremely annoyed at Wilbur Whateley. Wilbur wanted to spread rumours about Alex, so Alex would spread rumours about him. 'Have you heard, Kara?'

'No, what?'
'I've heard that Wilbur Whateley is changing. He's mutating, growing eyes on his arms, nasty stuff like that.'
'Seriously?'
'Yeah! Go tell everyone!' Alex demanded, pointing down the corridor to where groups of students were gathered. He stopped as he heard snickering from behind him, a large number of girls were standing behind him; the leader was a girl that was considered the school beauty; dazzling blonde hair and someone Alex used to have a small crush on, the same girl who had questioned Mr King's mask. 'What's this, Alex?' she wondered with an evil smirk as he voice turned mocking. 'Have you found your true love?' the girls behind her exploded into giggles. This was why Alex would never understand women. She gave a stuffy flick of her hair before walking on, nose held high. The science teacher regarded them from the shadows, eyes narrowing dangerously as he watched her.

'Ceaser...'
'Huh?' he wondered as Kara approached him. 'What's up?'
'You've been here longer than me, have... You noticed anything odd about the teachers?'
'Where to start?' Ceaser laughed. 'The headmaster's the creepiest, he doesn't seem to blink as much as normal people do, sometimes he's sane, sometimes he's out-of-it. Teppy's creepy, sometimes I'm not even sure he's human, the rest of the staff are a bunch of twits too. I mean, look at King, he's on drugs, I think.'
'Or maybe he's always been a bit crackers?' Kara suggested.
'Or maybe he's wondering as to why you are inside on a nice day like this?' the deep voice wondered from behind them.
'Ah, S-sir. Hello!' Kara stated with an innocent smile, both of them turning to the golden haired art teacher.

Kara had been through another hellish P.E. lesson, somehow the weather had suddenly decided to turn stormy the moment that lunchtime was over. Ms Shrub- or whatever it was- had been particually strict today, seeking for them to do three laps of the school building. All of them now returned, sopping wet, to the changing rooms. Everyone else had gone away, Kara had just finished packing her kit away and drying her hair when she heard sobbing from nearby. 'Hello?' she wondered, approaching the source of it. She found the source; a girl was curled up in the corner, trembling as she sat amongst long golden strands, she was practically bald aside from a few sticking strands. Sensing Kara's presence, she looked up, tears running down a bloated and twisted face. 'I... It just keeps falling out!' she sniffed, taking her hands off her head, a few more strands of hair leaving with them. 'I-I don't understand it... What did I do to deserve this?' she broke into a fresh outburst of sobbing. 'What happened...?' Kara wondered quietly.
'I don't know...' she squeaked. ' I don't know!'
'I'm... I'm gonna go get Ms Shrub...' Kara stated, leaving the balding girl crying.

'That was cruel! That was downright evil!' Shub Niggaruth demanded.
'I tolerate none who sully what is mine...' Nyarlathotep replied calmly, folding his arms. 'So I took from her what she treasured; her greatest asset.' His Outer God nature vanished for a second. 'Perhaps she won't be such a stuck up cow now? In my opnion she got what she deserved.'

'What's wrong, my son?' The Librarian wondered as Wilbur approached him, looking nervous.
'Dad... Can... Can I speak to you? In private?' Wilbur wondered, tightly clutching his right arm. The librarian gave a small sigh before motioning for them to move into an empty classroom. 'Wilbur, for the last time, I cannot allow you to take the Ne- Ah.' he was cut off as Wilbur rolled up his right sleeve, dark veins adorned his arm along with several large red lumps, one of those lumps had already split open; a dark, bloodshot eye looked rapidly around the room. 'What's happening to me, Dad?'
'I don't know... But I have an idea...' Mr Goth replied, scratching his chin.

'There's something odd going on here.' Alex stated, approaching Kara and Ceaser after school. 'On a hunch, I was doing a bit of light reading into the school history.' he dropped several thick tomes onto the desk.

'That's light?' Ceaser wondered. 'What do you consider heavy reading?'
Alex snorted before flicking through the pages. 'Look here, photos of all the staff members; dated until the start of this term.'
'So?'

'Look at the pictures! Look at all of them!' Alex hissed. 'They're Not the same!'
'What?' Kara and Ceaser gasped in unison, joining Alex and staring down at the pictures;
The headmaster was a man with cropped dark hair, not the usual white candyfloss that Kara had seen. The Librarian did not have pink hair, Mr King was a man covered in freckles, Mr Tepp looked... reasonably the same, but in the picture he looked unsettled and troubled, dressed scruffy and with untidy hair, a far cry from the confident, snarky man that had been teaching them. 'How... How could we not notice?' Ceaser wondered. 'How could no-one notice?'
'Maybe they've done something to our minds, making us not notice the difference, or maybe... maybe we're just thick?' Alex wondered.
'So where do we go from here-?' Kara wondered before shutting up immediatly as the same creepy chill echoed into her bones.

'The school bell rang out long ago and the sun is back, why are you still here?' The fake Tepp wondered.
'After school stuff, homework.' Alex replied.
The teacher imposter smirked as he folded his arms. 'Surely it is in the name that you should be doing that at home?' His smirk failed as he realised all three of them were staring at him intensely. With a small shrug, he walked off.
'We need to understand what's happening here.' Alex nodded. 'And now I fear we may need the one book in this school that this "librarian" keeps under wraps. We need the Necronomicon. Tonight.'