When I woke up this morning I did not think I would encounter a floating head. If Riddle actually beheaded people? Yes. But thankfully, they're just collared. Little too… yeah, for my taste.

There's gasps of surprise, and Grim?

Grim screams, "A HEADLESS GHOST!"

That's not a typical ghost, we're getting awfully familiar with them at the dorm too.

"Oh, oops! I'm not all here." That was not an oops. This cat-man that's suddenly revealed himself was fucking around.

What I first notice as I take a better look is the unfortunate state of his bangs. I feel a little bit upset that they're like this. His barber needs to be fired. Stylist. Whichever. Fired. And he's not dressed very appropriately… he has a striped purple shirt of two different colors that matches some of his hair, and over it is a button-up shirt that isn't sitting right. It looks about as baggy as my clothes… I definitely can't wait for those new uniforms to come in that fit better. This is getting a mite ridiculous.

He's also wearing that shirt tucked into his pants, which are basically patched-over-to-hell jeans. I am not sure what all of these patches could be with the amount! I notice a mushroom, a smile, and my mind is getting over his hanging-down purple belt that I can't quite read. It's… honestly no, I don't like it. And those high almost military-style dark purple boots also look a size too big.

This is probably a fashion style to this world but I have zero part in it.

"You have a body? Who are you?" Deuce is asking the important questions.

"And who did that to your hair?" Okay as someone that treasures they're newly-returned long locks I have every right to be concerned.

"I am Alchemi Alchemivich Pinkaa." That's… some sort of Scottich name? Maybe? Isn't there a beach by that name? I have no idea. It sounds foreign. I will have to apologize for messing that up. I was never good at foreign language. I still can't roll my r's. My Spanish has a strong hick accent. "I'm a bit of a cat, a bit of a purrson, and perhaps a bit of a mimsy borogove with a knack for magic~"

"We gathered." Okay I should shut up.

"Alchemi—what is your name?" I feel like, validated right now by Ace. I am not the one struggling.

However, I will have to practice this name to say it properly in the future.

He giggles like it's the norm for his life. "Just call me Chenya like everyone else~. At least, I'm different from everyone else!"

Chenya, our new, strange encounter, has his fists raised showing off a two-handed ring on his left hand that's some smiling face with two, big, yellow eyes. Aren't his eyes golden too?

There is more smile on his face than anything else.

"So, where are you from, exactly, Chenya? What dorm?" Because he isn't dressed like a Heartslabyul student.

"Oh? Guessing what dorm I'm from~?" Chenya has way too big of a smile that looks a bit like a cat's face, yeah.

"I was asking." I reply, stone-faced.

Grim interjects. "I got it! You have cat ears, so you're from Nyanaclaw, right?!" That wasn't the name.

"Bzzzt! That's wrong! I might be a cat but I don't nyah~!" But is that the truth, Chenya?

Why does Grim look so devastated?

"Other dorms have students with different ears too, you know…" Deuce is pointing out something we should know, but don't.

"Look, I'm not in the mood for whatever this is. I already dealt with that bratty tyrants. Just leave us alone." Ace has no manners, but he has had a rough day.

"Riddle the teapot tyrant…" Chenya giggles. "Well, there is truth to that~" Is it just me or does he speak in tildes? "He's always been so stern."

"Do you know anything about him?" Deuce asks.

"Maybe I know, and maybe I don't." Chenya is going down on my lift of people I am not so fond of.

Grim crosses his arms, unimpressed. "Which is it?"

The ever-smiling Chenya grins a grim grin. "What~? Is there something you want to know about Riddle?"

"Yes, I want to know who or what raised him to be such a control freak!" Ace also matches Grim in pose and expression. That's cute.

Another laugh from chucklefuck Chenya. "Then go ask Mr. Glasses."

Trey.

Of course.

"You mean Trey?" Deuce comes to a reasonable conclusion yet again. I owe him a gold star.

"He's known Riddle since we were all kids. If you want to know anything about him, start there." Okay, Chenya's giving us a step in the right direction I think.

"Are they really childhood friends? It doesn't seem like it." Deuce is right, but with a friend like Riddle one would have to tred carefully around them.

"Well if you think that then who knows what's what? If that's all, you don't need me anymore~ See ya~" His body disappears first and that is so unnerving.

"H-hey!" Deuce shouts, surprised.

There's some laughed tune from his lips as he grins and fades away until all that's left is his voice.

"Nothing makes sense, especially that weird guy, ny—eh! I shouldn't sound like him…" Grim shakes his head.

"We can't even participate in our classes properly with these collars on." Deuce sighs, defeated.

"Wow. What a tragic circumstance to be in." Is the sarcasm dripping from my soul?

It is.

"Let's talk to Trey, and then…" Deuce starts.

"—If you say the words iapologize/i to Riddle, you can take that idea and shove it up your ass." Ace is clearly done.

"We could set up an ambush, you know…" Oh! Oh, now they can hear me. "Look, we're going to have to find a place where we can corner him. An easy way to not give him room to escape—we all have homework right, every grade has research that needs the library—so why don't we lie in wait for him, surround, and interrogate? The sooner we do something like that, the sooner we can get over with this dramatic saga and be normal students at Night Raven College." It's the best I can come up with on the fly, after all.

"Can you be a normal student, No?" Ace asks incredulously.

"Ace, shut up." I reply.

Deuce gives a little laugh. "That's a weird though, Prefect."

Grim huffs. "Let's go! I want this collar off now!"

We make our way out of the dorm, and toward the library. A studious-looking student like Trey probably won't be able to resist going there to finish some homework after the Unbirthday Party, right?

If I'm wrong, it's going to be a long, boring day for all of us.