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Ah High school, We were young and unafraid, unafraid to start, etc, but man were there some dull moments.
Hundreds of equally bored teens (Adults who for some reason are still in high school, of course) surround you in the outdoor auditorium bleachers, all in varying degrees of intentiveness to Principle Giant Spider's speech. "Spooky High school is the best high school" or something or other. Clearly, you are not one of those paying attention. Not for lack of trying, but, what can you do?
"You" are Vicky Schmidt, 23 years old and just a little bit distracted. An overachiever with a good head bolted on your shoulders, you still manage to make the dumbest decisions for the sake of pleasing those you find hot. You're flanked by Brian Yu (21) who has long since fallen asleep, and Oz (???) who seems more preoccupied feeding his little phobias crackers than listening. Next to him sits Amira (20), legs crossed and trying to play it cool because she is no doubt distracted by the same thing that has distracted you from your Scholarly spirit obligations.
In the next couple rows immediately in front of you sits just about everyone in this school you want to play tonsil hockey with.
"WOOHOO! Pep rally, WOOT! I love Pep rallies!" Scott hoots, thoroughly pepped the hell up by this rally. Scott Howl (21) is resident full of heart, dumb of ass himbo jock, his big strong arms pumping up and down in the air offering a decent enough distraction on it's own. It's as if he thinks he's cheering at a sports ball game instead of a very unsports ball pep rally. A part of you envy his enthusiasm right now.
Who really doesn't appreciate his enthusiasm is the vampire sitting next to him, his parasol being disturbed despite his steady hands.
"Scott you're not supposed to cheer until they tell you to." Liam states plainly. Liam de Lioncourt (4XX) is a man of fine, ironic tastes. You are not yet worthy to snog his smug glasses adorned face, but one day... One day. For now, he seems awfully preoccupied in not being melted by sunrays due to his friend's carelessness.
"Wait, really?" Scott pauses his arm pumping
"Yes Scott, that's why literally everyone else is sitting quietly." Vera states, sitting on the opposite side of Scott and equally as annoyed. Vera Oberlin(23) is a cutthroat business woman girl-boss, with her fingers in so many illegal things that you are best not knowing about. Polly Geist (22, probably) laughs, a super crazy party ghost with a far better head on her shoulders than most give her credit for.
"I 'unno, some cheering could make this thing little more barrable. Let's see... - Yeah! Woohoo!" Polly, mimicking Scott, pumps her arms into the air and disturbs a completely different parasol, this one being held by a serf over the head of Miranda Vanderbilt. Miranda doesn't seem to mind as much though, giggling at the display.
"I hope the commoners at my speeches cheer just as vigorously as you two! Not as loudly though." (19) , Just as sweet as she is spoiled and very very hot. You're not sure if that was a warning on her part or just wistful thinking to her dull royal duties of lording over serfs.
"...AUGH I CAN'T FUCKING TAKE IT ANYMORE! If I have to quietly sit here for another minute I'm going to explode!" Saying what you're all thinking, Damien LaVey (21) quickly stands up. Damien is a destructive bad boy with a taste for fire, and it goes without saying that he's smoking fucking hot. Unbeknownst to him, his standing knocks the crossbow the Slayer held just above his shoulder, which was aimed at Principle Giant Spider. Shooting the bolt wide in the air. For the best, PGS is a level like 9000 monster and would beat her ass, a fact Hex her curse sidekick minds her of.
"I told you that wasn't going to work."
"AUGH shut up!" The slayer, Aaravi Mishra (22) hiss. She's a hot-headed monster hunter with a thirst for vengeance against monster kind, attempting to claim many students' lives and luckily for the ones you have the hots for, failing in doing so.
"Aaravi please put that away, someone could get hurt." Calculester Hewlett-Packard (v1.0) requests with that cute robot voice of his. Calculester is one of the few genuinely kind students around this school, and also rather naïve due to the fact he only gained sentience like a month or two ago. Aaravi grumbles but complies, mostly because she ran out of bolts.
"Christ you guys are noisy today." Valerie Oberlin (early 20's) looks up from her elicit blender selling deal to Juan the small Magical Latino Talking Cat. Valerie is Vera's adoptive sister, a chill and sassy business woman of her own right. You're not all that close to her but you trust her when you need to get something, no questions asked.
"Yeah can you keep it down?" Joy Johnson-Johjima (23), flanked by the other two coven members, look up annoyed from their seat a row down. Joy is a cool witch who constantly fights to save the world , and is all around a good person. Unlike almost everyone at this school. She tolerates you and your friends the most of the Coven, which you take as a major win.
Next to the coven stands another demon, blue and ripped as hell. Dahlia Aquino (20) points up at Damien. "If it's an explosive battle you want a battle you shall get!" You're not sure how she took that as a challenge but she sure did. Chances are she was equally bored out of her brain, waiting for Damien to say anything that could kinda be taken as an invitation to throw down. Dahlia is an intense, energetic woman eager to overthrow Damien and his family, but pretty nice and hot otherwise.
"That doesn't make sense but fuck it, fine! Let's do this!" Damien shouts back.
Was it going to finally happen? A brawl for the centuries? Right here and now? You wonder why the staff hasn't come to stop this, or even noticed the colossal amount of noise this one section of the bleachers is making. Ah, but than you remember the staff don't give a shit. PGS is rambling on about something in the the student handbook, a thing you don't think anyone has.
An unlikely hero comes in from Milo Belladonna (23?) , who taps on Dahlia's side to get her attention "Dahlia, can you please sit down? You're blocking the light."
Milo is a super sexy death reaper and influencer, easy going and enjoying life. with that phone always in their hand, you presume they are spending this pep rally trying to get a decent selfie in. If you're gonna be sitting here for minutes on end you might as well get social media engagement, right? Dahlia complies, begrudgingly.
"Count yourself lucky Lavey! Your challenge will come... another day!" Dahlia declares. Next to Milo pouts the cutest purple Eldritch monstrosity.
"Aw man, that was going to be perfect material for my fic." Zoe (Old as fuck) sighs, deleting whatever WIP she had typed out on her phone. Zoe's an elder god once destined to bring calamity, now just chilling as a geeky teen girl.
Damien grumbles as he himself sits back down. Imagine, every single person you found attractive, all sitting here before you, so close you could almost touch them. Sure there may not be Prom, a meteor shower, or even a sweet road trip on the horizon to muster the courage to ask them out to.. But do you really need one? One of these days you'll get into a semi-serious semi-permanent (or even, dare you say, PERMANENT) relationship-
"Woah what's going on here?" Holy shit is that Stu walking up to the bleachers? The chill stoner (you never asked his age) who's kind of hot! You weren't even sure he attended this school. Though now that you look harder, you can see a billows of smoke somewhere beyond the tree line. Must of crashed his car while under the influence or something, thank god he's alright. Good to see him.
Less good to see is the familiar flash of a portal and the man that steps out of it. The staff remain oblivious yet.
"Worry not my beloveds (plural)! I am here to rescue from the throughs of boredom!" As welcome as that would be, the entire bleachers groan. The Interdimensional Space prince (Don't know, don't care) would be kind of hot if he wasn't a stubborn creep that constantly tried to marry or kidnap the people at this school. You all have standards and that includes consent!
"Perfect timing! I'll fight YOU!" Damien for his part seems excited at his appearance, mostly as a punching bag. but wait-!
"Of course, I shall accept. Of course, if I win, you'll allow me to take your hand in marriage!" The Prince declares.
"Works for me!"
Uh oh! While you have zero doubts of Damien's combat prowess, you're sure there's a loophole that would mean his hand in marriage was also guaranteed if he won! You can't just sit and let this happen! In your usual brand of nosey bullshit you bolt up in your seat, hand raised in tribute. How will you avert disaster this time while winning Damien's heart? A bit of lawyering through troll logic? Unbridled creativity that bends the laws of reality?
Before you can open your mouth however, the world stops, than spins. Your first thought is you must have stood up too fast, but that doesn't seem to be so as the spinning and swirling gets faster, and faster. No one moves, no one says anything, and no one seems to notice as you tumble into unconsciousness.
Well, maybe they did, who knows?
You were all young, unafraid, ready to start. But maybe,
you should have been just a little bit afraid.