Count it Up

by ReadyForTeddy

The Industrial Revolution is in full swing, and Ness & Lucas are ready for the winter term at Onett Boarding School. But when a variety of horrifying, unexplainable events start to take place, it becomes apparent that everything's about to change.

50. Chapter 50 - The Bomber's Spiral

(Prologue: Headmaster Hand)

Despite my kidnappers' best efforts, I don't end up dead in an alleyway. Instead, I'm brought to the police station to be questioned, and then, just as I'm about to be tortured into oblivion, someone remembers that having a fair trial is a human right.

Which means, after a long night spent in a cell, I enter the Onett High Court for the first time since Crazy Hand's trial. But now, I'm not just a witness. I'm the criminal.

A man in an oversized wig greets me as I enter, and I'm placed in good view of the jury. There's an audience, full of miscellaneous Onetians with an interest in my demise. I was allowed to choose lawyers, but the only people available were Ollie, Pusher and Duster.

In other words, I've started counting down my last hours.

"All be seated!" the Bailiff says, pulling his cloak around himself. He looks to the judge for approval, and once it's been given, he clears his throat. "All rise. Department One of the Onett High Court is now in session. Judge Monotoli presiding. Please be seated."

I sit. Porky Minch sits opposite me, a glistening sneer on his lip. He's joined by the Onett Police force, the best lawyers, men of status, all hooked under his thumb.

"Good morning, Ladies and Gentlemen," Judge Monotoli says, holding his gavel tightly in his hand. "Calling the case of the Estate of Porky Minch and the City of Onett, against Headmaster Hand. Are both sides ready?"

"Yes," Porky says.

But Judge Monotoli raises his eyebrows. "Yes, your honour."

"...Yes, your honour."

"And you, Mr Hand?"

"I am ready, your honour," I say. Alone on my side of the court, I look rather meek.

Judge Monotoli turns. "In that case, will the Bailiff please swear in the jury?"

"Of course." The Bailiff steps forward. "Will the jury stand and raise your right hands? Do each of you swear that you will fairly try the case before this court, and that you will return a true verdict according to the evidence and the instructions of the court?"

"I do." The chorus of Porky's associates echoes around the courtroom.

"You may be seated."

"Thank you," Judge Monotoli says, once everyone has sat. "We shall begin with opening statements. As is customary, the prosecution shall go first. Mr. Minch, if you will?"

Porky stands up with a grin. He casts a brief eye to the jury, who look a little unnerved by his presence. Once he's picked up his notes and adjusted his hideous tie, he begins.

"Where to start?" Porky laughs cruelly. "The charges against Headmaster Hand are numerous and diverse. Theft of property. Squatting. Breaking and entering. Killing a member of the Onett First Brigade. Lying to the police-"

"Only four of those things were him!" Pusher interrupts, and Judge Monotoli has to shush him.

"Mr. Minch, please continue."

"Gladly." Porky's lip curls into another sneer. "Headmaster Hand is a traitor to the Onett people. Not only does he take what he wants for himself, but he has been shown to fraternize with Onett's enemies. I've got all the evidence right before me. One of his lawyers is the mayor of Tazmily. We might as well end the trial here."

But Judge Monotoli does not look impressed by Porky's confidence. He turns to me, indicating for me to take my turn, and I quickly stand.

"Your honour, those charges are fabricated against me," I say. My voice sounds a little feeble, and I cough, trying to sound more certain of myself. "I have done no wrong. In fact, Mr Minch is guilty of numerous crimes, including murder, torture, human experimentation, pedophilia-"

"Charges against Mr Minch are irrelevant at this time," Judge Monotoli interrupts. "I note, both the defendant and the prosecution are speaking for themselves. You have lawyers to speak on your behalf, do you not?"

"I prefer to use my own words," Porky says.

"I didn't have time to hire a proper attorney," I say. "I was only arrested yesterday."

There's some grumbling at that. I look out to the audience, which is filled with all sorts of characters, old and young, rich and poor. One man at the back is dressed in a dark suit, with sunglasses on. He catches me staring, and his expression almost becomes timid.

"The prosecution shall bring in their first witness," Judge Monotoli says.

Porky rubs his hands together with glee. "Excellent. I shall call a Professor from Headmaster Hand's former place of work, Onett Boarding School."

I turn, and my stomach sinks. There he is, my least favourite teacher, the one I wasn't allowed to fire because the Onetian Council liked him.

Professor Bowser.

"Your name, sir?" the Bailiff asks.

For a moment, Bowser is stumped. Then, he remembers, and says, "Bowser."

"Do you swear that your testimony will be solely truthful?"

"Yeah."

"Then, the questioning may commence."

Porky steps forward, giving his sweetest smile. "Professor Bowser, you teach English, correct?"

"English Literature," Bowser growls.

"Same thing. You teach at Onett Boarding School, do you not?"

"Yes."

"Did Headmaster Hand hire you?"

"Uhm." Bowser frowns, pondering the question. "Can't remember."

"I see." Evidently a little displeased with that answer, Porky steps back. "Professor Bowser, did Headmaster Hand steal your house?"

"HE DID!" Bowser roars suddenly. "HE STOLE IT, AND HE STOLE MY KITCHEN, MY PAINTINGS OF PEACH, MY LIVING ROOM, MY HANDBAG, MY-"

"Order!" Judge Monotoli calls.

"Objection!"

"Overruled!" Judge Monotoli bangs his gavel, and Bowser falls quiet, seething. I silently curse myself. I should've realised it was his house. Nobody else would have that many paintings of women.

"Professor Bowser," Porky continues, trying to sound as polite as possible. "What is your address?"

"One," Bowser says.

There is silence.

"...And the road?"

"Erm," Bowser says. "It's big, and it's long…"

"I see," Porky says, and I can sense his frustration in the way his fingers drum on the table, his pupils glinting with impatience. "Bowser, is your address One, Clifford Way?"

"Oh, yes!" Bowser shouts excitedly. "That's it!"

"No further questions," Porky says, turning to the judge.

"Thank you, Mr. Minch." Judge Monotoli strikes the gavel again, shuffling his papers. He looks relieved. "The defence may now cross-examine the witness. Pusher, I am told you will be conducting this. You may begin."

"Indeed," Pusher says, gathering himself together. He looks quite impressive, now his mayoral robes have been cleaned. But instead of giving an intelligent question, he asks, "Bowser, why is that man wearing sunglasses indoors?"

Everyone turns. The suited man awkwardly removes his sunglasses.

"Is this relevant?" Porky snarls.

"No," Judge Monotoli says. "Do you have any more suitable questions?" he asks Pusher, and Pusher shakes his head. Judge Monotoli casts him a disapproving gaze. "In that case, we shall get back on track. Mr Minch, would you like to call in your next witness?"

"Yes, I would!" Porky practically licks his lips as Bowser leaves the witness box. For someone who's supposed to be smart, he's certainly not being subtle about his biases. "At this point, I would be calling in Captain Strong, but it seems he is missing..." Porky gives Judge Monotoli a strange look. "So, instead, Constable Mighty will give testimony."

A red-faced gammon of a man takes the stand, dressed in a rudimentary police uniform.

"Your name, sir?" the Bailiff asks.

"Porky just said," the policeman grunts. "Constable Mighty."

"Do you swear that your testimony will be solely truthful?"

"On God's great name will it be so."

"The questioning may commence."

"So," Porky begins smoothly. He fixes his beady eyes on the jury. "This man, Constable Mighty, was the one who arrested Headmaster Hand. He caught Headmaster Hand red-handed, squatting in Bowser's house. Constable Mighty, does this match your recollections?"

"It does," Constable Mighty says.

"And where did you arrest him?"

"One, Clifford Way, sir."

"Professor Bowser's house," Porky clarifies. The audience remains unmoved. "Constable Mighty," Porky continues. "Was Headmaster Hand inside the house when you arrived?"

"He answered the door, sir."

"Thank you." Pleased, Porky turns to the jury. "The prosecution rests its case."

"Great!" Constable Mighty says suddenly, beaming. His new expression is alarming with his aggressive demeanour. "Do I get paid now, Porky?"

Porky's buoyant expression vanishes. "No. Sit down."

"But I said everything you told me to!"

"Sit down," Porky hisses.

"But that's not fair!"

"Order!" Judge Monotoli bangs his gavel again. "I'll tell you what's not fair, bribery in my court!"

"Well, that's a bit hypocritical-"

"Order!"

"Excu-"

"Order!"

The courtroom falls silent. Judge Monotoli looks around at everyone, appearing very exasperated at this point. "It is time for the Defence to present their case. Headmaster Hand's attorneys may begin speaking."

"Very kind of you, your honour," Pusher says cheerily. "So, Pork Man. This house was Bowser's, you say?"

"Yes," Porky snaps.

"Not so! It's actually mine!"

"OBJECTION!" Bowser roars.

"Overruled," Judge Montoli says. "Continue, Mr Pusher."

"Thank you, your honour. Here with me, I have the deeds of the house," Pusher says, quickly flashing a piece of paper at the audience.

"That's blank!" Porky exclaims.

"Ah, no, that's the wrong bit of paper," Ollie quickly says, pushing his spectacles up his nose. He takes out his notebook, unfurling a document from within. It's neatly labelled One, Clifford Way. "Here you go. Mr Hand was merely visiting Pusher when the police arrived."

The document is taken and passed around the Jury. Judge Monotoli takes a look as well, and he appears surprisingly impressed. "That seems to be in order, unless Mr Minch has any objections?"

"I have several!" Porky looks quite irate at this point, like a child throwing a tantrum. "Professor Bowser, do you have the deeds to your house? So we can finally cease this ridiculousness?"

But Bowser looks puzzled. "What's a deed?"

I secretly celebrate. If I ever go back to work, I'll have to remember to give him a pay rise.

"Well then," Judge Monotoli says, rising. "It appears the case is closed. The property has been proven to belong to Mr Pusher, and not Professor Bowser. As such, Headmaster Hand has been found Not Guilty of breaking and entering-"

"You're supposed to ask the jury!" Porky blusters. "This is improper!"

But Judge Monotoli turns to him, an impassive gaze on his face. "You know what's improper, Mr Minch? Bribery. Hiring the Jury. I studied their records; all seven work in your companies."

"I have a lot of companies!"

"Perversion of justice is not permitted in my court, Mr Minch," Judge Monotoli says coolly.

"Don't you know who I am!?"

"I do know who you are. But I am neither affected nor moved by your status. Now, will you allow me to close the session?"

"Fine." Porky gives a furious huff, throwing himself back onto his chair. His face is purple and plum-like, and I wonder if it's going to burst.

"Right then," Judge Monotoli says, lifting his gavel. "The High court of Onett has found Headmaster Hand Not Guilty. Any residual charges are cleared from his record. All rise."

We stand. My heart pounds, suddenly realising what this could mean. A verdict in my favour is enough to let us keep the house forever.

"Onett High Court bears witness to the Spirits and Gods of this earth's soil," Judge Monotoli says. "Through the wisdom of democracy, we have reached yet another successful verdict. The session is closed. All are dismissed."

He bangs his gavel, and at once, the audience breaks into chatter. I blink, hardly seeing. The man in sunglasses gives me a nod. I nod back, utterly bemused, and then Duster is coming over, celebrating, so I cheer. Call me Luigi, because I just won by doing absolutely nothing.

"No need to thank me!" Pusher says, trundling over with a sizable grin.

"Indeed, there is no need to thank you," Ollie says, but he's smiling too. "Nice work, Headmaster Hand. No jailtime for you."

"For now," I say. "Where on earth did you get those deeds?"

Ollie shrugs. "Angie and I produced them last night. It was a rough job, I'm surprised it worked on the Jury. I'm even more surprised you got off so easily."

"Agreed," I say, but I'm interrupted by Porky, who's harassing the judge again.

"...It's true! I tell you, it's true!"

"You bribed your witnesses," Judge Monotoli deadpans. "You also tried to bribe me."

"You accepted my bribe!"

"I accepted your legal fees. And I tell you this, I will not stand for bribery in my courtroom. No matter who you are. Rest assured, I will be following up on this, and you will be receiving notice of your trial in due course-"

"But this is hypocrisy!" Porky exclaims. "You've committed loads of crimes. I've kept them quiet for you!"

Judge Monotoli looks offended. "I have not committed any."

"But - But, Judge Monotoii, surely, Geldegarde Monotoli? Is that not you?"

"No, that is not me," Judge Monotoli says. "Geldegarde is my father, whom I cut ties with years ago. He is a wretched man who raped my mother. Now, are we done, or will you continue digging yourself into a hole?"

"But - But that's not... that's not..." Porky takes a deep breath, composing himself. His eyes become wicked. "We are done," he snarls. "But you'll regret this slight."

As he marches off, Judge Monotoli rolls his eyes. I quietly laugh.

"I think we're done here too," Ollie decides. "Shall we return to Pusher's house?"

"Absolutely," I say.

"Yes, I'd certainly recommend that," says the man in sunglasses, sidling in out of nowhere.

I blink. He's shorter than he appeared at a distance, with a squat figure and long, greasy hair. His presence is distinctly unnerving, and I find myself with the strong urge to back away.

"Uh, do we know you?" Ollie asks.

"Yes. Well... no. Not directly." The man removes his sunglasses again, checking quickly and nervously behind him. "You will soon... but you should probably leave, first."

"And why's that?" Pusher demands.

"...I'll show you," the man says.

He begins to unfurl his coat. At first, I can't see what's so special about it, but then the man opens the pockets. Inside each is a small paper bag. Within those, I realise with a shudder, are copious amounts of gunpowder.

Ollie looks up at him. "Why?"

"Why?" the man says incredulously. "For righteousness, for justice, that's why."

"But why gunpowder?" Duster asks, sounding a lot more worried than Ollie. "And when will it explode?"

"They'll only explode when the time is right," the man reassures us, and he casts a shifty gaze toward Porky, who's begun protesting loudly to a harassed-looking man. "I suppose there's no harm in telling you... My name's Everdred. I represent The Sharks. We're a street gang turned political activists. We don't believe in the history of this city, nor do we believe in its establishment... we especially don't believe in Porky Minch."

"In other words, you're a terrorist," I say.

Words form on Everdred's lips, but they swiftly disappear.

"If you set off those explosives, you'll die," I continue. "And for what, for killing Porky Minch? Aren't there better ways of doing this?"

But Everdred looks off into the distance, his expression becoming dreamy. "They said I should do it for my friends and family. Make them a better world. It's for the greater good, don't you see it?"

"No, I don't see it," Ollie says bluntly. "You'll die, leaving your friends friendless and your family bereaved."

"I am compelled..." Everdred steps forward as though in a trance. "Long before I was born, I was always to be a dagger, floating towards the heart of Porky Minch... It's how it has to be!"

"Sir," Duster begins. "You're beginnin' to speak nonsense-"

"Run," Everdred croaks. "Run while you still can."

"But-"

He draws a match from his pocket.

"Run."

There's no other choice.

We hurtle from our position, through the Onett High Court's white doors. We pile onto the street, but we're met with an obstruction. The police force is back in droves, and Constable Mighty is leading their ranks.

"Aha!" Constable Mighty shouts. "There they are, arrest them!"

"There's a man — and gunpowder!" I exclaim. "Get everyone out of the court!"

But Constable Mighty only laughs. "I don't think so. The boss is taking care of Judge Monotoli, so you're coming with us. There are special orders for you, special... metallic, orders."

"You can't!" I shout, as the police horses edge nearer. "He'll explode you! He'll explode you all!"

Yet there's no stopping them. Policemen swarm from all sides, wielding truncheons and orders. I cry out as I'm grabbed, Ollie and Duster disappearing in the sea of them. I can only look back at the High Court, praying that Everdred isn't stupid. Praying that he changes his mind.

But he doesn't.

And as the world disintegrates into ash, the last thing I see is a doorway.

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~~o00o~~

Chapter 50: The Bomber's Spiral

(Lucas)

~~o00o~~

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In the morning, the cafeteria is draped in black.

Terror attack on the Onett High Court leaves 40 dead, 131 injured.

The atmosphere is cold and quiet. Usually, there'd be excited chatter, plans being made for the weekend, rumours, laughter, jokes. Now, there's nothing but shock. Whose parents could have been killed? Whose siblings? Whose friends?

Sources report the attack was carefully orchestrated. It comes after sightings of The Sharks, a notorious street gang, reached their highest rate since Crazy Hand's library bombing. Our reporters note that Frank Fly, The Sharks' infamous leader, made increasingly provocative statements about the Onetian Council throughout this past week. Political insiders believe this culminated in the attack.

A lone man, armed with explosives, was responsible. He had positioned himself in the courtroom for the trial of former Onett Boarding School headmaster, Headmaster Hand. However, despite Headmaster Hand being found guilty, the bomber reportedly allowed him to escape.

'It was a great column of fire,' said influential and generous businessman Porky Minch, who narrowly survived the blast. 'I myself was injured, receiving terrible burns to my arm. This is indicative of democracy falling — a sad day for our city.'

The bomber in question also survived the explosion. He was reportedly found by the crater, repeating the mantra, 'I've won, I've won, they told me that I've won.' The man was identified as Everdred, a known thief and loner, and at twenty years of age, he is the youngest member of The Sharks to have committed a crime. He is currently awaiting sentencing in Onett County Jail.

'The bomber was probably a new recruit,' said chief scientist, Maxwell Labs. 'That's how these groups work, the higher-ups implore the vulnerable to do their evil bidding...'

The resultant losses to the Onetian judicial department were heavy, and have sparked speculation of the Onett Third Brigade returning to fill missing roles. Among the deceased was Judge Monotoli, son of Geldegarde Monotoli, and a great servant to the community.

"It's horrible," I say, looking up.

"Headmaster Hand was on trial," Ness murmurs. "Porky must've rigged it. That must be why he was there..."

"Forty people…"

"And now Headmaster Hand's been arrested, he must be in jail!"

But Ness falls silent under my hard expression.

"It's a tragedy," Pit says quietly. "It's a horrible business."

"Yeah," Toon Link agrees. "It's... I can't quite envision it."

"The guy — Everdred — was coerced," Villager says. "These terrorist groups get in your head, they tell you you're loved by them, and then they make you do all these terrible things. It's awful."

"Awful," Red echoes.

I look down into my breakfast. Today, Ness and I were going to go through Ryu's crate. Now, doing anything feels wrong, disrespectful somehow. With the chaos of the Future Humans, I often find myself distant, able to disconnect from earthly troubles. But this is a sharp reminder that the world is more than just us and Porky.

The doors to the cafeteria burst open.

Speak of the devil, and he shall appear.

After Porky's dramatic entrance yesterday, it's hard not to flinch as he marches down the aisle. A commanding silence falls in his presence, the eyes of every student fixed on his vast form. But he's all smiles today, his saccharine grin dazzling the sombre atmosphere. It feels out of place, like a model in a tavern, or a businessman on a stage.

"Good morning, students," Porky says genially, once he's reached the front. "Lovely grey day, isn't it? And my first full day as Headmaster... I trust you're all just as excited as I am for another new beginning."

But nobody looks excited whatsoever. Some students are crying into handkerchiefs, perhaps having lost loved ones. Porky gives a short laugh, realising his error.

"Of course, it may be a bleak day for some... but life is made of bleak days and good days. Darker times have been and gone." Porky gives a sweeping wave, and behind him, I notice Professor Byleth rolling his eyes. "So, don't let it get to you," Porky concludes. "Find joy in your new timetables, which your teachers will be handing around later today."

Having finished his inspiring speech, Porky takes a seat back at the staff table, leaving the rest of us to finish our miserable breakfast. Given it was apparently made by students, it's quite good. But the new timetable worries me, filled with godforsaken subjects like Anthropology and Eugenics. What kinds of awful things could Porky be planning?

"I bet the timetable has ten classes per day," Villager says gloomily.

"With a bonus module in how to be as evil as Porky," Toon Link adds.

"You mean, how to be as ugly as Porky," Ness says, and Claus laughs.

But Red fixes them with a steely gaze. "It's funny how fast some people forget there's been a national tragedy. I think the dead deserve more respect than that, don't you?"

They fall silent at once.

When breakfast has finally been finished, we make our way to the Games Room. It's a Saturday, so no classes today, but it doesn't feel as though we can celebrate. The Onett High Court tragedy hangs over us like a dark cloud, just like when Crazy Hand blew up the Onett Library. Blame had circled, accusations had flown, and above all, nobody quite knew what to do.

I think death is simply a hard concept to fathom. In a way, it's easiest to deal with the deaths of those we love, because we know what those deaths meant to us personally. We know what the absence means. But the deaths of those we don't know are an entirely different matter; in tragic instances, the pathos of the newspaper reports makes us well up, upsetting us, shocking us. We, as a society, have been made to mourn death, told that it is the ultimate battle, that it is Right to fear it. But we don't even know what comes afterwards. If the light truly goes out, then the light had been switched off for billions of years before us, too. We don't experience our own absence, so from our perspective, being dead has no meaning whatsoever, neither good nor bad. And if there is a heaven, an afterlife, then there is nothing to fear from, at least, our own deaths.

This is why we mourn our loved ones. We don't mourn them for where they go, but for what they have left behind. We mourn that our dear friend or relative is no longer with us.

So, why do we mourn those we don't know? Is it out of empathy for others, affected by the loss? The wasted potential of the deceased? Do we as humans believe life is inherently valuable, so we mourn its lost potential through death? It is confusing. As a society, maybe it is rational to mourn impersonal tragedy for the damage it causes to the world, to families, to friends. But perhaps we shouldn't be controlled by it, perhaps instead, we should learn to look beyond it. We can build from it, talk about it, share opinions on it, but never fear it.

I had to get over my fear of death as I grew up. Death was an old enemy, stealing Mother from me, stealing Claus (or so I thought). On the streets, death waited around every corner, but I had to face it to survive. I didn't let it consume me. I only let it hurt when I needed to, when the pressure built up, like a dripping tap. Grief struck less and less frequently as I got older, but always with equal magnitude. I always cried the same amount of tears.

I still do. On Mother's day, or the anniversary of her death, I am inconsolable. But I'm long past being controlled by a life of misfortune. I am not a tragic case, a disaster, a thing to be pitied. I refuse to be that. And so, I do not fear my death. Only what comes before it.

With that thought, I grip tighter onto Ness's hand.

"So, what do we do today?" Toon Link asks, beginning to pace around the room. "Is it investigation time?"

"We got a crate from Ryu," Ness says. "It was in his will. Lucas and I were going to open it later."

"Why not now?"

"Because I think we're supposed to open it alone." Ness looks guilty all of a sudden. "I mean, it was left for us specifically. It might be really personal. Or something."

"Okay," Toon Link says, evidently disappointed. "Well, what can the rest of us do? What can Claus do?"

"Study?" Red suggests, as though it's obvious. "We have exams, soon."

"We don't," Villager cuts in. "Porky won't last that long. Toon Link's right, we need to get to work on some kind of plan, and-"

He's interrupted by the door swinging open. It's Jess and Tony, the pair we met on the way to Onett. Jeff looks just as nerdy as before, while Tony's hat is notably askew.

"...And Jason was telling me about — oh, hello, chaps." Jeff waves. "What are you doing here?"

"We do snooker," Claus says. Once again, I'd almost forgotten he was with us. He's busy rolling all the coloured balls around on the table.

"Not much," Villager says. "How are you feeling?"

"Pretty terrible, I'm afraid." Jeff sits down, Tony parking himself to his left. "That business with Everdred is simply dreadful. All those people..."

"Dreadful," Villager echoes, and there's a kind of dismal silence. I find myself shifting closer to Ness again.

"Well, how did saving the world go?" Tony asks, trying to sound buoyant. "Did you get to Onett City?"

"Yeah, we did," Toon Link says. "We went to Onett, and immediately found out Porky was becoming our new headmaster. So, we came back again."

"Oh, dear," Jeff says. Tony gives a half-smile. "And did you visit my fath- I mean, Doctor Andonuts?"

"Well, um." I watch Toon Link's expression slide from his face. "We did, yeah. We went to his lab."

"Oh, goodie. How's he doing, then?"

"He's, uh." Toon Link looks desperately to Villager for support.

"He's dead," Red says bluntly. "Porky converted him into a Future Human. It was a terrible sight."

Jeff falls silent. It's exactly what I'd been thinking about, personal tragedy. The absence of a loved one.

"I'm sorry," Toon Link says quietly, and I nod my agreement, feeling wholly unhappy.

"Dead..." Jeff echoes, his eyes fixed on the floor. "Dead, dead... no, you can't joke about that kind of thing, come on, that's not funny-"

"It's true," Ness says. "We saw him there. He was... gone. Porky started speaking through him. It was horrible."

"Porky..." Jeff gives a stifled sob, staggering to his feet. He tries to hide his eyes through his glasses, but it makes a mess, and he turns away. "I knew it! I just knew it would be him! I - I-!"

"Jeff," Tony begins quietly, but Jeff turns and runs, crying. Tony gives us an apologetic gaze. "I'd better follow. It's - it's not your fault, okay?"

"Okay," I mumble, and Tony runs out the door, leaving us in silence.

Claus gives up on the pool table, coming to sit on a sofa. Toon Link doesn't say anything, no jokes, nothing to lighten the mood. Villager puts an arm over his shoulder, and Ness does the same to me. I lean into it, wondering if these awful things will ever stop happening.

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A while later, we decide it's no good sitting around, and we resolve to sort through Ryu's crate. Ness and I leave the others in silence, agreeing to meet in Toon Link's room when we're done. Claus stays behind, after assuring me he'll be 'just fine' in the Games Room.

On the whole, it's been a fully depressing morning. Ness holds my hand as we walk up the hall, which cheers me up a little bit, but it doesn't do much. The only thing I'm looking forward to at the moment is a reply from Grandad Alec, but if it turns out he's died since he wrote to my dad, that would be just the kind of irony I've come to expect at this point.

"What do you think's going to be in the box?" Ness asks, in a rather desperate attempt to make conversation. "Ryu's secrets? Instructions on how to defeat the Future Humans?"

"Probably something confusing," I say. "I guess we'll find out..."

Unfortunately, the first thing I see when I walk into our room is not Ryu's box. Instead, it's a fresh vase of sunflowers, sitting prettily on our windowsill.

I stalk over, furious at the insult. There's no questioning who put them there. I open the window, screwing the pretty flowers up in my hands, then scattering them, petals, stems and all. The foliage flies onto the roof outside.

"Looks like Porky can still get in," I say, turning moodily away from the vase. I can't bring myself to break something that looks so valuable. "Even if we lock the door."

"...I might've forgotten to lock it this morning," Ness admits.

"Ness!"

Panicked, I fling open the wardrobe, but Ryu's crate is still there, next to the golden egg and Ness's things. It's a merciful miracle.

Still grumbling at the sunflowers, I haul the crate into the middle of the room, while Ness closes and locks the door behind him. The crate is more of a chest than anything, though the lid isn't hinged, it looks like it just lifts away. When Ness joins me, I steel myself, placing my hand on the wood.

"Ready?"

"Ready."

We remove the lid together. It gets a little stuck at first, throwing some dust into our faces, but we get it off in the end, revealing the contents.

Of which there are plenty.

"Some light reading," I say, pulling out a stack of several books. I scan the spines, seeing The Mystery of Magic by Wiz. Ard, and what looks to be a sequel by the author, An Anthology of Spells. A couple of other books are included, but the theme is pretty clear: Ryu wants us to develop our powers.

"Oh, look at this!" Ness exclaims, pulling out what looks to be a large and elaborately crafted horn. "I wonder what it does?"

Puzzled, I take it in my hands, turning it over. I give it an experimental blow, and a shrill noise fills the room. I hastily put it down. "I'm not sure."

"Oh, and look at this! This is like Christmas," Ness says, pleased, pulling out a vial of sinister liquid. "With added death, of course."

"It's probably a potion of some sort, or medicine," I say. "I didn't think potions were real..."

"And there's also a… yo-yo?" Ness pulls out the familiar child's toy, this one bright red in colour, wrapped tightly with string. He turns it over, confused. "Okay, we're getting into typical Ryu territory, here."

"Yeah, I think you're right..." I draw out a long, silver baseball bat, and a knobbly gold stick. "You don't think this is just his old junk, do you?"

"I don't think so," Ness says, bringing out a jewellery box. He tentatively opens it, revealing a bright yellow gemstone. "Oh, wow!"

"That's... pretty." I furrow my eyebrows, perplexed. Something about the gemstone is weirdly inviting, calling me forward, willing me to touch it. Recognising this, I fix my hand to the floor. "I don't trust it, though. Is that everything?"

"There's a note," Ness realises, pulling out a scrap of parchment at the bottom. "Thank God. It's from Ryu. It had better explain all this."

I lean over Ness's shoulder to read with him:

Dear Ness and Lucas,

If you are reading this, then I owe you an apology. I have passed away, and my good friend Professor Rosalina will have given the Box unto you. I hope I died with some dignity and doing something vaguely impressive. Above all, I hope you wouldn't have had to witness it.

As I write this, I am sitting in my office, having just arrived for the winter term. I have not yet told you of your powers, though I suspect I shall have reason to soon, for the rumours circling Onett are troubling. There are whispers of signs, uprisings, metal men. I fear that war is coming, a war of good against evil, where the good shall be hindered by the foolish.

The items enclosed in this box may seem peculiar, but they are rare and of the utmost importance. I collected them over the years, as my interest in magic, especially in the branches which are not my own, progressed. Since I am dead, I no longer have use for them, and I hope they may help you survive the oncoming storm. Use them wisely, in unison with your magic. Be dextrous and intelligent.

The books I have provided will teach you how to explore your magic beyond known quantities. I strongly advise that you hone your abilities, as that is the best way to control them. You can take mastery over your powers, and they can become beacons of hope in the dark times approaching; you must understand, Psychics are rare. Your potential is boundless and unknown. You would be destined, if destiny were more than superstition, to be heroes.

Next, the golden crystal is known as the PSI Stone. It is the very same PSI Stone crafted by Artur himself, the first Creation user. This stone is one-of-a-kind, infinitely valuable, and must be kept in your possession at all times, lest it is stolen. It is said to enhance your powers, though I would advise caution, too. Its effects can be a little overpowering.

Then, the Yo-Yo, Master Bat and Master Stick are to be used in optimal combat, in accordance with Tommy Gunn's Theory of Magical Violence. You, like myself at first, are probably questioning their value, but I implore you to treat them with respect. Read about them, and they may begin to make sense.

The Horn Of Life was lifted from a vault in Onett's financial sector. This is an elusive horn that, when blown, may revive a friend from unconsciousness, or perhaps even death. It may only be used once, so use it well.

The final item I have provided is the Vial. This is a bit of a strange one, because in truth, I do not know what it does. It contains a mixture known as Kraken Soup, which when drunk will benefit you in some 'unknown way'. It was produced by my friend Po Shun, a CRN (Creation) User, and it should get you out of a tight fix... but if it's no more than a tasty snack, then so be it.

With that said, even with all these magical items, the most important thing is this: stay together. Your powers are attractive; you are naturally drawn to one another through your abilities, and that is not a mere coincidence. You are stronger together, and cooperation will be the key to defeating the oncoming storm. Train together, work together, or you shall surely die.

And lastly, good luck. Thank you for reading this far, and thank you for not discarding these items. As for you, do not mourn me, for my death is far less important than your lives. I am merely a mentor, your professor, and now, your lessons have ended. You have graduated from my class, and from here, I must leave you. My time is up.

But yours has just begun.

~ Professor Ryu.

We look up.

"...Wow, the PSI stone?" Ness picks up the golden jewel, studying it closely. "We could make millions selling this on the black market-"

"Ness, please-"

"Kidding, goof." Ness slings an arm over my shoulder. "But, wow..." His eyes shine as he observes the array. "Suddenly, defeating Porky seems a lot more feasible."

"Yeah, we can whack him round the head with a stick," I say, but it's with some hope that I put the items back into the box. There's some warmth as I fold the letter, neatly placing it with the golden egg.

"And he basically confirmed that we're soulmates," Ness continues, beginning to sound quite excited. "Did you see? You are naturally drawn to one another… you are stronger together…"

I blush. "You could choose to interpret it that way."

"I will certainly choose to interpret it that way."

"And I suppose I'll be looking after this," I say, tossing the psychic stone in my hand. "Since you're so chaotic."

"My chaos is great," Ness says, but he nods. "It's probably for the best, though."

I slip it into my pocket. Instantly, it's as though my senses intensify: I can suddenly smell Ness's pine-and-honey hair, can suddenly taste the coldness in the air. Trying to shake the unusual sensation off, I turn to the bookshelf.

"And what about these?" My voice sounds wrong, and I cough, a little disturbed. "Should we start reading, finding out more?"

"Maybe," Ness says, frowning. "We should probably read them with Claus, though."

"Oh, yeah." I pause, thinking about it. I'd forgotten about Claus's impressive display of magic against the Cave Boys. It's another thing that needs to be investigated. "I'm not sure if he still can read, though."

"Then let's go back to the others and ask." Ness hops up, pressing a surprise kiss to my forehead. It feels more intense, more tingly than usual. "Come on, boyfriend! Don't stand around!"

We join the others in Toon Link's dorm. They find our new acquisitions rather amusing, on the whole, especially the Kraken soup, which sparks a discussion on the best flavours of soup. Toon Link adamantly declares vegetable soup as the winner (lunatic), and I fight the corner of tomato, but then we remember the tragedy of the morning and fall quiet again.

But Red proclaims the items to be typical Ryu craziness, and a load of codswallop, and that's what finally shatters the miserable mood. Everdred flies from our minds, the bomb becoming little more than a memory. Dr Andonuts is no longer important, and it's freeing, I think.

"I'm sure they're all important," Villager says, still on the topic of Ryu's items. "I mean, if they weren't, why would he give them to you?"

"Maybe Professor Byleth knows more," Pit says. "Since Ryu hired him."

But I frown, noticing an absence. "Where's Claus gone?"

"Oh, Rosalina wanted to speak to him. They went to her office."

"Her office?" The news unnerves me. I'm not sure we should let Claus be out in the open. "Did Rosalina say why?"

Unfortunately, my worries are interrupted. Link bursts through the door, visibly out of breath and carrying a very large bag.

"Uh, hello?" Toon Link stands. "What are you doing in my dorm?"

"I'm moving back in!" Link declares. He saunters forward, throwing his bag onto Pit's bed. "What are all your midget friends doing here?"

Toon Link rolls his eyes. "Firstly, they're not midgets, you're just way too tall, and secondly, you're not moving back in. Go back to being fawned over by Zelda."

"Fawned over by Zelda?" Link looks incensed all of a sudden, and I stand back with alarm. But then, he sniffles, wiping a singular tear from his eye. "I cannot return. She - she broke up with me. She ended it during the Wilderness Survival Week! We were arguing about something stupid, she wanted to eat some berries that were poisonous... I wouldn't let her, and she called me controlling." Link gives a great sigh. "Women, they are sources of misery, are they not?"

"Agreed," Villager, Ness and Toon Link say at the same time. "But you're still not moving back in," Toon Link adds hastily. "Pit lives here now. Finders, keepers."

"Gah, Pit? The one who had a twin?" Link looks wildly around the room. "What is this place, what have you done?" He sees the photo of Pit's family. "It's hideous!"

"None of your business," Toon Link says. "Look, why don't you just apologise to Zelda, have some epic make-up sex-"

"I tried!" Link wails. "But she's gone all weird!"

"Weird how?" Red asks, suddenly stepping in.

"Distant... all reclusive... ever since we split, she hasn't wanted anything to do with me. She even went back to school on a different train, just because she needed space!" Link looks despairing, and I almost feel sorry for him. "I am lost, Mini Link. Be a bro, let me back in... I'll sleep on the floor..."

"No," Toon Link says firmly. "I survived your late-night workout routines for long enough, never again-"

"But we're mates! We were both abandoned at birth, remember?"

"And thanks for announcing that to everyone here!" Toon Link colours, moving forward. "Why, I oughta-"

"Guys!" Pit exclaims. They fall silent. "Why doesn't Link just have my old room? It's empty now. He'd have it all to himself."

Toon Link looks to Link. "Well?"

"...I guess that seems reasonable," Link grumbles. "Curse you and your rationality. Fine, I shall go." He swiftly picks up his bag. "Which room is it?"

"Third on the right."

"Thank you. I mean, gah!" Link speeds away. "You're all annoying!"

I laugh as his green cloak vanishes through the doorway. Even in an age of terror, some people are just perpetually ridiculous. But Toon Link's hopping from foot to foot, looking between me and Red as if we're about to say something. I frown in confusion.

"You never mentioned you were abandoned," Red says, looking directly at Toon Link's face. Toon Link gulps.

"Uh, yeah. I don't like to spread it around. It's... sorry. "

But Red cracks his knuckles. "Whoever abandoned you, I should like to deal with them firmly. Rest assured, you shall not be abandoned again. For we are your friends."

"Aw," Toon Link says, warmth suddenly filling his cheeks. "Thanks, that's awesome. I - actually, that means a lot."

"Hey, maybe you and Link are long-lost brothers," I say. "You both have 'Link in your name, after all."

Toon Link pales. "Please no. I think I'd rather-"

RING-A-DING-A-DING-A-DING-A-DING-A-DING-A-DING-A-DING-A-DING-A-DING-A-DING-A-DING-A-DING-

"Gah!" Villager exclaims through the cacophony. "What the hell?"

"It's the clocktower!"

-A-DING-A-DING-A-DING-A-

"It must be a fire drill!"

"Not again!"

-DING-A-DING-A-DING-

"Come on, let's go!"

"Run!"

-A-DING-A-DING-A-DING-A-

We cover our ears, sprinting to the bottom of the stairs. Students are screaming. Professors are running.

"Lucas!"

-DING-A-DING-A-DING-

"Claus!" I exclaim. He hurries over, Rosalina in tow. "What's happening?"

"What?"

-A-DING-A-DING-A-DING-A-

"Is this normal?" Paula exclaims.

"No!"

-DING!

The ringing abruptly stops. Gasps ring out. Everyone turns to where Porky has appeared, striding down the corridor, his cloak swooping around his middle. I press against the wall, trying to hide Claus with Red's large figure, but it's not enough. Porky's eyes flash, and I know he's seen.

"That was a test!" Porky says loudly, stopping to a halt just in front of our group. He surveys his nervous audience, his pocketed revolver glinting in the light of the gas lamps. "A test of a new system."

"Which is?" Professor Byleth has appeared at the other end of the hall, his arms folded with dismay.

"Our new lockdown procedure." Porky's sneer echoes through the tentative silence. "Since the school has had a… tumultuous few weeks, this is a brand new measure I'll be putting in, just in case of an intruder."

Rosalina mutters something along the lines of would've been nice to know that earlier.

"It was the decision of the Council," Porky says, his cold grey eyes boring into Rosalina's blue. "Since we failed dismally at responding this first time, we'll be having a few more drills... and they may take you by surprise, so watch out."

"What do we do when the bell rings, Headmaster?" Mega Man asks politely.

"Excellent question," Porky says. "The standard procedure shall be to hide under your desks or your beds, close the doors behind you, and extinguish gas lamps. Now, since you've all gathered here so nicely... I think it's high time the professors gave out your new timetables. Good day."

He marches off, barging past Rosalina's fragile frame, knocking her against the wall. Anger pools in my gut at the sight, but I steady myself, momentarily gripping onto Ness's hand. The stone in my pocket surges with sudden, alarming heat. I'd almost forgotten it was there.

Rosalina begrudgingly pulls out the timetables, and talking breaks out as she distributes them. I take mine, already noticing several horrible things among it.

"Music's gone," Ness says. "So is science... and we've got school for most of the day, look..."

I look, and see, to my distaste, that an extra lesson and double lesson have been tacked onto each day. The idea makes me feel quite unwell.

"It's pretty clever," Villager mutters. "If Porky's training up good Future Humans, he doesn't want them having too much time to rebel. Hence the curfew and the long day."

"Yeah," I say. A lot of other people are grumbling around us ('but I'm specialising in biological sciences! I can't study eugenics!') and I shift toward the stairs, a little bit keen to escape.

"No timetable for me," Claus says sadly. "No more lessons."

I frown. "Lessons? What lessons?"

"Ro-sa-lina give me lessons! She teach me numbers, writing, science..."

"It's true," Rosalina says, sweeping back in. "Believe it or not, Lucas, your father contacted me. He said that Claus here was behind on a couple of things, so I wanted to help out."

"That's very kind," I say, looking between them. "Are you sure you have the time?"

"Maybe not with this new schedule, but I'll try!" Rosalina smiles. "After all, Ness isn't having his counselling sessions anymore, so I've got a gap in my routine. It's no trouble at all."

But we're interrupted by Toon Link's horrified gasp. "Look! Look at your timetables!"

"What is it?"

"The text underneath — each day will include an assembly, in order to promote unity and school spirit. This is a human rights violation!"

"Indeed," Professor Byleth says bleakly, appearing from around a corner. "But our dear Porky has little regard for such things. Nor does he understand the passage of time, apparently."

"I share that sentiment," Professor Marth says, also emerging. "Three extra hours of teaching? More homework? I do wonder, how are we expected to keep up?"

I can almost feel my hand dropping off. All that studying...

"This is madness!" Bayonetta protests. "Y'know, I've a mind to go and slap that Porky for acting like this-"

"Don't," Marth advises, but he's instantly swarmed with questions; 'Can I change my subjects?' 'Can't anyone protest?' 'What is the quadratic formula-', and he sighs with frustration. "I don't know! We tried disputing it, but Porky blamed the council!"

More shouting breaks out. Byleth surreptitiously disappears off down the hall.

"-Please, listen!" Marth exclaims. "Calm yourselves! I'm sure Headmaster Porky will explain more at Assembly, and if you don't mind, I need to go write a letter to my friend Roy!" He sprints off down the hall, the students giving chase, and he has to dash into a Maths classroom. The rabble attempts to pour after him, pushing and querying, but the door is locked, resulting in further complaining and disquiet. It's a clear sign to leave.

We end up hurrying toward the common room, my ears ringing from the clocktower and the complaining. Quite frankly, I don't care about the changed subjects, but I do care about the time. If we want to train properly, we're going to have to skip our classes, which is a surefire excuse for Porky to come after us. Lessons have become like wasps, buzzing in between us and our ultimate goal.

When we reach the common room, it's gloomy, with murky grey clouds billowing outside. The room is usually inhabited by lower year groups, but today, it's practically deserted, save for Popo and Nana standing idly in the corner.

"What's that on the other side of your timetable?" Red asks me. I flip the page, revealing a message scrawled in ink.

Good afternoon, Lukey!

This is your timetable for the remainder of the year. Tonight's assembly will give more details. Love ya lots and lots!

~ Headmaster Minchy

P.S: I kept Art on the timetable just for you. Aren't I nice?

"Gross," Ness concludes. I can only really nod my agreement.

"Why on earth is Sebastian Tute teaching Politics?" Villager bemoans. "And what even is Anthropology?"

"The study of people," Red says at once. "The prefix Anthro- refers to humans."

"What does that entail, though? Hey!" Toon Link calls over to Popo and Nana. "Have you got your new timetables yet?"

"No," Nana says stiffly.

"Professor Rosalina's handing them out downstairs if you want them-"

"Okay," Popo says, and the twins leave. They look highly uncomfortable.

"Probably still sore about Lucas's rejection," Villager reasons. "Tactless, Toonie. Tactless."

"What's a - you - eu - genics?" Claus asks, looking over my shoulder.

"Selective breeding," Red explains. "Or, more specifically, improving the human species."

"Future Humans, then," I mutter darkly, looking back at the timetable. Everything's been chosen for good reason, I think. Onett Studies, for building up nationalism, for encouraging students to the war effort. Anthropology, for promoting the idea of upgrading. Politics, Law, bending facts in Porky's favour. It's like an indoctrination factory.

It's kind of awful, but I suppose we shouldn't be surprised.

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The first of Porky's timetable woes comes in the form of the evening assembly, and as I dutifully make my way to the main hall, I'm kind of fearing the worst. So much is already on my mind: Everdred, Headmaster Hand, Mother, and I don't know if I'll have the emotional energy to deal with what's coming. But any information could be vital, so we sit in our rows, staring dejectedly at Porky's uninviting figure.

It feels like primary school again. Every Wednesday, we'd have to sit like this, sing hymns, and be told about some inspirational topic. I half expect an extract from the Bible to be read out, especially given the large book which is open on the lectern. Standing over it, Porky looks down at us with a characteristically wide grin.

"Good evening," he says genially, but he's met with grumbles and mutters. Far from the adoration he had perhaps been expecting, Porky steps back, leaning his hands on the lectern. "I trust you've all had a wonderful Saturday... I know I have, I've invented so many new things..."

A wave of discourse breaks out, and Professor Rosalina clears her throat from the row of Professors. Porky looks over coldly.

"Yes?"

"I think the students have some questions, Headmaster," Rosalina says.

"Oh, I'm well aware of their disagreements." Porky narrows his gaze. "But as I have already specified, budget downsizings have crippled the education system. The Onetian Council are spending all the money on the war, and we have to change our teaching style, as well as our meal preparation and cleaning roles-"

"What's the bet that Porky's taking the money for himself?" Ness whispers, and Porky stops talking, glaring down.

"Something to say, Ness?"

"No," Ness lies.

"No, Headmaster Minch."

"No, Headmaster Minch," Ness says.

"Thank you, Ness. And that," Porky says, sweeping back to face the room. "Is a perfect demonstration of our new punishment system. Students who dispute authority will be put on the cleaning rota... or subjected to personal punishments, from me. Ness, how would you like to clean the first-year toilets?"

There's some laughter. It's an ode to our bond and my hatred of Porky that I don't join in.

"But anyway!" Porky continues. "As you might also have discovered, the school day has increased in length. This is to increase your productivity, and to decrease boredom."

Any residual laughter fades away. Nobody looks pleased.

"And you will have noticed that daily assemblies have been added to your schedules. This is so I can keep you up to date on what's going on, as well as teach you some important moral lessons. This may seem like a lot, but I believe Headmaster Hand was too gentle with you — you pay to be taught, after all!" Porky smiles wide, his saccharine grin returning. "So, rest assured. Your future is in good hands. These changes are in your best interests."

I stare in disbelief.

"Now, with that out of the way... I would like to tell a story." Porky opens the comically large book on the lectern. "This tale may be new to you, but it may be familiar. Regardless, you might find it has some application in your life. Yes, this is the story of the ugly duckling."

He turns to the first page.

"Imagine there is a river," Porky says broadly. "And on that river, there is a society of ducks. These ducks have lived the way they've lived for millennia, the same routines, the same people in power. It is a twisted regime, one that only benefits the rich, one that reaps the natural resources with no regard for the ecosystem. Amongst this society are families, children — they are what sustain every civilisation, after all — and in one such family, there are several ducklings."

"Most of the ducklings were normal, run-of-the-mill things, who were average and unremarkable. But one duckling, instead of having bright yellow feathers, was born a dull grey. This duckling was different, everyone knew that; whenever he tried to fit in, he would fail. The other ducklings, the normal ones, they laughed at him. The grey duckling became an outcast."

"But time moved on, as it always does. Most of the ducklings grew up to become ordinary ducks. Not the grey duckling. He, despite being an outcast, grew and learnt from the world around him. In fact, as he got older, he developed majestic, white feathers, and a long, powerful neck. The ugly duckling was, in fact, a swan."

I find my attentiveness waning. A lot of students are perhaps feeling the same, whispers and giggling breaking up the silence that Headmaster Hand would usually command. Most professors have noticed the obvious metaphor, at least; Rosalina's lips are thin, Marth looks discontented, and Byleth's absent-mindedly filing his nails. Porky continues as though he hasn't noticed.

"When he had gathered his strength, the swan looked around at the broken society. Everywhere, ducks were fighting for power, battling and shedding blood. The swan knew that to overcome this, he would have to learn, which is exactly what he did. He saw the irrationality of the higher-ups. He saw that his society was built on greed. He saw the flaws of his species, and he knew they had to be fixed. He called it the societal condition: fears of impermanence, futility, the same old cycle, were fuelling a never-ending quest to become a notable name."

"Now, with his newfound grace and velour, the swan had no trouble returning to the ducks. Few knew him as the once ugly duckling, most regarding his majesty as something new, something great, a bout of fortune from above. And so, the swan used his power to tear the society apart by its roots. He removed the pain, the hurt, the constant fight to be better than everybody else. In his world, everybody was to be equal, stronger, fitter, happier. And all was well." Porky closes the enormous storybook, moving away from the lectern. "At least, that was the plan..."

There's a tense silence, and Porky puts his hands together.

"... but that's all I have for you tonight." He gives a wicked wink in my direction. "Thank you for listening. You are dismissed."

There's a great clattering, and Porky disappears behind the rows of standing students. I try to jump and see where he's going, but he's gone from view. Grimacing, I wave for Ness to join the exodus, wondering if I should linger. I want to see, just in case...

"Lucas!"

The shout nearly sends me to the ground. I turn to see Professor Shulk grinning at me.

"Hey," I say weakly.

"Hey, Lucas." He hands me a rolled-up piece of paper. "Headmaster Porky asked me to give this to you, I don't know why... I haven't looked at it or anything, and I don't quite understand-"

But I'm already unfurling it, reading Porky's crisp handwriting:

Good evening, Lukey!

Fancy meeting in my office tonight? I'd love to catch up on what you've been doing. I've got cake!

Porkster :)

I glower, folding it back up. "Thanks, Professor."

"No worries! Only doing what I'm told... and, hey, great that Art stayed on the curriculum, isn't it?" Shulk smiles. "I thought it was a goner when I heard about Music, but maybe the Headmaster has a particular interest in-"

"Uh, sorry," I interrupt. "I think my friends are waiting for me-"

"Oh, of course!" Shulk looks embarrassed. "I have to go and paint - uh - a picture of a carrot... see you in class, Lucas."

He bustles off. I laugh slightly at his antics, finding the others back in the corridor.

"What was all that about?" Ness asks immediately. I show him the paper.

"Oh yes, cake, a catch-up… and death," Red says. "You mustn't go."

"Obviously," I say, as Ness takes the note, screwing it up and tossing it into the nearest bin. But there is some temptation, lingering curiosity, the vague idea of going to his office to finish him off... but, no. He'd overpower me. For now, we need to bide time. No matter how infuriating it feels to wait, it wouldn't do to throw everything away.

We slink back into the games room. Claus is there, having missed the assembly, and he beams at us when we walk in. I pat him on the shoulder.

"You know," Toon Link says as he sits. "Since we got back, everyone's been acting kind of strange. I mean, Pit's developed a crush on Paula-"

"I have not!"

"-and Link tried to steal back his room. What's going on?"

"I think Mega Man's annoyed with us, too," Villager says lightly. "I don't think he approved of the whole dressing-up-in drag thing. When I tried to talk to him earlier, he just blanked me."

"Yeah, but who needs Mega Man?" Toon Link slings an arm over Villager's shoulder. "You've got me — I mean, us."

"More importantly, what is Porky planning?" Pit asks, for what seems like the umpteenth time. "Obviously, he sees himself as some kind of hero, what with that story he told, but how's he going to change anything from here?"

"At least Everdred's bombing slowed him down," Ness says. "The trial must've been yesterday, before Porky came to school..."

"Probably," Villager says, but he looks vexed. "Ness, Lucas, have you started reading those books from Ryu yet?"

"No, why?"

"Because I feel like something's coming soon." Villager looks grim. "Porky's story was suspicious, that Winter Prom is suspicious, and you know what Porky's like. He might spring something on us at any moment. Maybe the two of you and Claus should go and practise by the lake."

"It's dark," Ness protests. It's not a very good excuse. "And the books are long..."

"Even more reason to get started," Villager says.

"And," Red cuts in. "You may discover some new abilities. If Future Humans appear, you can eviscerate them."

"Yeah," Villager agrees, before either of us can protest. "Besides, I was just thinking — maybe it's fanciful — but you're psychics, right? Do you think that'd include something like mind-reading? Because then we could figure out what Porky is planning."

"Lucas and I can talk in each other's heads," Ness says nonchalantly.

"See? That's exactly the kind of thing you need to investigate."

"Look, fine," I say, rolling my eyes. "We'll start reading the books tonight, okay? I promise."

But we don't. When we're up in our bedroom after curfew, it's hard to face the concept of trawling through some ancient words. Ryu's instructions spring to mind — Train together, or you shall surely die— but what's one book in the grand scheme of things? There are far more productive things to be done, like spreading awareness of Porky's crimes, and cuddling with my boyfriend.

"I love you," Ness mumbles, snuggling up to me. "Love my Lucas. Lots and lots and lots and lots."

I smile, leaning into his warmth. He surrounds me like a giant duvet, kissing me on the cheek. It feels kind of wonderful.

"Did you lock the door?" I ask, not wanting to break the moment, but also wanting not to be caught in the act and executed.

"Ah." Ness averts his gaze. "I might'veforgottent."

"Again?" I groan, hauling myself to my feet. "What if Porky came in and stole all of Ryu's things?"

"Oh, c'mon-"

"It's important, Ness." Disappointed, I go over to lock it, taking the opportunity to put the psychic stone on the bookshelf. As soon as it's left my pocket, sitting next to the Master Bat and the Master Stick, I feel noticeably less stressed.

"Could you shut the curtains, too?" Ness asks sleepily, and I roll my eyes.

"Yes, master..."

The empty vase is still on the windowsill when I reach it. Outside, I can just about make out the scrunched sunflower petals. In the distance, I spot something warm and yellow, bobbing gently near the forest. The sight makes me furrow my eyebrows. Peering through the murky night fog, I wonder if it's a figure.

"Ness, come and look at this," I say.

Ness grumbles from beneath the covers.

"Come on, it might be important..."

He hauls himself over, my blanket around his shoulders. The figure becomes clearer as they step closer to the school, the golden light transpiring to be some sort of lantern.

"It's probably just some guy," Ness mumbles. "C'mon, I'm sleepy-"

But something tugs at my gut. Something's wrong, something's unusual about this appearance. The figure doesn't seem evil, but it seems alarming, sinister in some strange way. I'm implored to go outside and speak to it.

"Let's go," I say, picking up my coat. "This could be important."

"What?" Ness says in disbelief. "Lucas, it's just some guy — or it could be someone dangerous! There's the curfew, too, and I'm really, really tired..."

The figure outside stops, looking up at the school. They lift their lantern, the light reflecting on their eyes like tiny pinpricks. It becomes apparent that I've been seen. Tentatively, I wave, and the figure lifts a hand. Beckoning.

That settles it.

"You don't have to come," I say, "But I'm going. I need to know what he wants."

"Why does danger attract you so much?" Ness complains, but he takes his coat, scarf, and gloves from the wardrobe. "You so owe me for this. I'm gonna need a lot of kisses."

We exit into the corridor, making sure to lock the door behind us this time. It's peaceful in the corridor, the gas lamps unlit, the only noises being snoring from Claus's new dorm, and quiet murmurs coming from behind closed doors. We turn toward the stairway, but we almost run headfirst into Professor Shulk.

"Hello, boys!" Thankfully, Shulk beams. "What are you up to at this hour?"

"We wanted to do some late-night art," I lie. "I was suddenly struck with inspiration. Would that be okay?"

"Of course, of course! So long as Porky doesn't see you." He fishes a key from his pocket. "Here's the key to the art room, please give it back later..."

"Thanks," I say, and we head down the stairs.

We creep into the main corridor without bother, taking a right to avoid the main hall. We turn left at the junction, passing Sebastian Tute playing a discordant viola solo in his office. Then we encounter a problem.

"Porky," Ness mutters. "Hide."

"PK invisible!" I whisper. Nothing happens. Ness looks at me as though I've gone insane.

"It was worth a try-"

Rolling his eyes, Ness yanks open a broom cupboard. I hurry after him, just as Porky begins to turn around. I shut the door, but it makes a click, and footsteps come closer...

"I don't think there'll be any need for that," Porky snarls, and I almost jump out of my skin. But then, a reply comes, and it's clear he's talking to someone else.

"Headmaster," Professor Marth says, his voice rising as the pair come closer. "It's important. If students work longer hours, it's scientifically proven to damage their-"

"I am a busy man," Porky interrupts. "If you have a problem, please write to the Onetian Council. Otherwise, obey the rules, and keep your head down."

"But that's ridiculous!" Marth protests. "I can't work eleven hours straight, it's not humanly possible-"

Something scrapes across the floor, and Porky's voice grows considerably louder. "You must understand, I've read your record, Marth. I do know about that little secret of yours."

Marth makes no audible response, but I imagine he's paling at the words.

"I expect compliance from you and all my staff," Porky continues coldly. "I have been rightfully employed as Headmaster, and I alone shall make the decisions. If you were to disobey me, to go against my word, well." Porky's voice takes a sudden turn of sweetness. "It would be such a shame if the newspapers heard about your child."

Marth gulps.

"So, what do you say?" Porky says. "Will you do as you are told?"

"Yes," Marth murmurs. "You're the boss."

"Very good. And on that note, I have a favour to ask of you, Marth. Given you're in my bad books... you would be wise to accept it."

"Of course," Marth mutters. "Anything you wish."

"That's the spirit," Porky says, giving a short, flowery laugh. "My favour is this: there are two boys in your class called Ness and Lucas. They're being... troublesome, disobedient-"

"Lucas?" Marth interrupts, sounding disbelieving. "The small blonde kid? And Ness, the one who follows him around everywhere?"

"Yes," Porky continues icily. "I would like you to keep a special eye on them, and report your findings to me. Their pathetic behaviour cannot continue. Can you do that?"

"Well, I suppose-"

"Can you do that?"

"Yes," Marth says quietly. "Of course."

"Very good. And on that note…" Porky hesitates, the 'o' sound lingering on his tongue. He sounds like he's about to say something else, but he must think better of it, because he continues, "We are done here. Goodbye, Marth. Remember what I have said. Obey me, and your secret stays between us."

"Yes," Marth says rigidly. "Goodbye, Headmaster."

Porky's footsteps ring loudly down the hallway as he leaves. Marth stays a while longer, muttering disconsolately to himself, but soon enough, he walks off in the opposite direction.

We tiptoe out into the corridor, and Ness looks at me.

I think we've had the same thought.

"It would make a lot of sense," Ness says as we round a corner, passing the broken grandfather clock in the entrance hall. "I mean, he and Felicity are around the same age, and it's really frowned upon, right? Because it would've been a teenage pregnancy?"

"It seems likely," I say, because it does, it really does. "But Toon Link and Marth look completely different, and their personalities are basically opposite."

"Marth dyes his hair," Ness says matter-of-factly. "And plus, Roy said that Marth was a lot more fun when they were at school."

"Who's Roy?"

"One of the guys we were captured with, the one with red hair."

"Well, maybe it's true, then," I say, a little bit creeped out by the idea. I jolt as I remember exactly why we came outside in the first place. "But anyway, let's find that guy with the lantern. Where did he go?"

We survey the scene. The forest stands silhouetted in the moonlight, dark and ominous. The school hill slopes dramatically downward. There is no lantern light among the gloom, and I frown at the sight.

"Perhaps you saw a ghost?" Ness suggests.

"Don't be stupid," I say, despite beginning to worry much the same. "Ghosts aren't real."

Thankfully, I'm saved from any paranormal revelations when I spot a yellow glow peering out from behind a tree trunk. Pulling my coat further around myself, I walk towards it, and Ness reluctantly follows. Part of me is shouting that this person is evil, awful, but then another part is telling me they're good. I'm hoping for Headmaster Hand; perhaps, after Everdred went down the bomber's spiral, Headmaster Hand escaped the policemen. But as we draw nearer, it becomes apparent that it's not Headmaster Hand. Indeed, the figure isn't tall, they're closer to my height, and they have shoulder-length black hair.

"Hello?" Ness calls out.

"Hello?" a worried voice replies. "Who's there?"

"It's us. We're on the other side of the tree-"

A man steps out. In the warm glow of the lantern, his face looks pale, a ghostly grey mist surrounding him. His eyes are sunken, like he's travelled a long way, and he's dressed completely in black. On the back of his hand, I spot red marks of some sort, and he looks just a little older than us, with broader shoulders and a more rugged frame.

"Did you beckon us down?" I ask, beginning to wonder if I had been imagining things; the man is looking at us with the utmost surprise.

The man hesitates for a moment, but he breaks into a nod. "I did, yes... what are your names?"

"Ness," Ness says.

"Lucas."

The man looks, frankly, doubtful. "Your name is Lucas?"

"Uh, yeah?"

He looks behind him as if to check there's no-one there. His disbelieving expression wavers as he looks back at me, as if he's not quite sure what he's seeing, as though what's before him isn't matching what he expected. I'm not sure what to say.

"Lucas," he murmurs, and then he looks at me with such intensity that I stagger.

"I think I'm your older brother."