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In a not-so-small town named Fourthville, a black-haired girl was writing about Quadratic equations. However, she had her plain black bag however the top opened and an eerily pink light came out before she noticed it and quickly closed it but it seems someone noticed.
"...So class does everyone understand why the vertex is -2 and not positive 2..."
The sound of her teacher was drowned out by her thoughts.
(Why does it keep glowing? I'm sure It hasn't done this before what could be causing its chemical reaction? Quartz doesn't react to anything in this class unless someone has Phosphoric Acid.)
"!"
"Harleen Rudreen please respond to my response if you are still awake?"
"O-oh sorry Miss".
"It's alright, I won't ask you to answer anything since you've proven repeatedly that basic Trigonometry is far above you're level but don't be in a daze too often after all...Winter is Coming".
The mood seemed to get a bit dark and...Weird but Harley had bigger issues.
As Lunch hit Harley walked to arranged spot to begin her creepy Tutor Job as she entered the Service room, arranged her Tutor sign and waited inside while eating her lunch and changing into a baggy shirt.
"...Hello, I'm Wemer I was given an appointment for 11:30 from Harley Rudra..?"
"That's me, so let's begin with the most important issue, your payment will be issued at the end".
And so she began teaching like any other day as if that's what this day would be, though.
"Thank you for your payment, please come again".
(Another 20$...this should cover how many beer cans again?).
(Ah..well that's another week of happy customers but he sure asked many questions...not that it was about me anyway).
The day passed without interruptions and Harley survived another day and went back to her with her bag home on 21st Street.
...
As the door which requires oil for its loud hinges opened a man pudgy in size and covered in greasy hair yelled:
"B-beer where's my beer...H-hey Mistake where's my Beer!"
"It's here D-dad"
"G-good, Now get OUT!"
Before he even finished she was already out the door and left the man named Dad behind with a weird red mark that slowly crawled up his neck.
"...Now, whose house do I go to next..? Oh, that guy Wemer again and he's on the same street too, just a couple of houses down".
*Ding, Dong*
"Hello, Oh it's you, I'd have thought you would come later but come inside".
As she walked inside a black-haired individual was walking on the street listening to music.
"Nice place you have".
(Better than mine by far).
"Thanks, I like to keep clean 'cause it gets messy later".
"Oh, that's cool".
(What get's messy? Is it his Food or perhaps he lives here with siblings or family...)
"You'll be cool too".
"What?" as she turned to look at what seemed to be a cross between a wolf and a man.
"In the freezer of course, like duh".
(DON'T scream, matter what Harleen DON'T scream just keep the fear so your body can have time to produce the proper amount of adrenaline).
As he fully turned he moved to avoid destroying the furniture, she booked it outside through the back door and ran into the dark forest with ground that was now oddly red.
"I love it when they run"
...
How long had it been? A day? An hour, probably 3 hours as it was now Night and she continued along the way despite the scratches and bleeding she tried to conceal since Werewolves were most likely similar to dogs and had an amazing sense of smell.
"Hah...I'd have never believed that any of this existed but then I guess if werewolves exist why can't hunters also exist the reason I chose this direction in these woods, is there's a bunch of men my father used to work with...work with?...my Father how's he doing...who is..." as she kept rambling due to the exhaustion she was facing.
"Hah...I've been running for so long and still haven't reached the station...why is it so far away it's as if they don't want people to cross this forest..still the owls in this forest they...they...they...".
As she uttered her last words before fainting as she lost too much blood and the "Owls" and the forest seemed to show their true form as a multitude of eyes appeared and a familiar face appeared.
"Hey~...So I'mma has to tell you all to get the F*** away from my meal, please".
The scattering of feet, hooves and claws was evident before it ceased as if there was an unbreakable rule.
"...Gotta be more careful next time me...Anyway, whats-it face it's time to eat".
As a gruesome scene happened with a furry human with bloody fur eating a human girl while revelling in the apparent "radiant" taste.
"Delicious! Ah I might just save you for my family visit next year but to think that my least favourite part the spleen could taste so good, it's a warm milkshake but actually tasty-".
"..."
*Shhhhhhhhhink*
"H-how can you..."
"...I'm just built differently".
"Anyway, I need werewolf blood to make her another spleen so you had to die either way...".
Looking at her massive side wound and broken ribs as she bled profusely, he sighed before ripping out his nerve somehow intact without any damage and slowly dripped blood into her side.
"...At least I get to say I've been inside a girl before...*chuckles*".
"Aight, That's all you get too much and you'll go Kaboom and now to eat Wemer's corpse".
The predicted outcome came and our female protagonist is still alive to live another day a much more civilized feast began as he pulled out a picnic basket and his cutlery table and began eating werewolf steak a Norway specialty.
...
12 hours later...
"...So this is what your shiny crystal does...sadly it's of no more use to me but I'll have to thank you for helping me exterminate an actual Dire Werewolf without getting treated like a normal person on MyHero's fandom".
"...But you take so long to regenerate it' should be only half an hour for a normal Seer...unless you're like me and get bullied cause you're the equivalent of a non-white person during the 1900s...I'm so lonely I can only talk to myself like a loser, right fake tree man" as he looked at a moving tree that was shifting ever so slightly.
"..."
"..."
"...Are you not going to move? Cause I will just be concise here."
*Whoosh*
"Wow, a surprise attack who could've seen that coming not me but sadly buddy-".
He paused as he looked down at the several tree arms piercing him:
"That's so rude...we were having a proper conversation and you just decide to interrupt like that...so...Uncivilized".
"And because of your rude behaviour, I'll have to show you my finisher...PLANT KILLER!".
As he pointed his finger and said "Weeds..." red parabolas shoot and acted as corrosive acid and melted their torso's melt into 4 melted stumps.
"...I like trees..."
(Anyway, my anxiety is acting up so I gotta dip but what should say that would cement my presence as extroverted...)
"I can't die anyway Noob".
(That was lame).
He flashed away leaving a subway sign that said 'you just missed us" leaving Harleen to wake up anytime now.