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Chapter 2: Survival Of The Fittest

After making it to his first class, Karl had felt a bit better and settled down; as the bell rang, he had quickly ushered to his next class before anything drastic could happen.

English. The easiest class of the day. Karl sighed in relief as his teacher, Mr. Datz, announced that it would be a free period. As it normally was.

He quickly pondered before taking out his phone and opening the Notes app. Halfway through describing the.. hallucination? Karl felt the familiar anxiety rising in his stomach. He hoped that it wouldn't become an attack; something he had been so good about keeping away.

This hadn't happened in years.

"Karl, you alright?" A tap on his arm reminded him that he wasn't alone.

"Yeah, Ranboo, I'm fine." He exhaled deeply and turned to face the teen who shared his table.

Ranboo was a funny character; nervous but hilarious when he was in his element. He was tall with a mess of dirty blonde hair, and many people at first glance found him intimidating.

But Karl knew he really wasn't.

In most situations.

"Are you sure? 'Cause I could probably help?" Ranboo smiled, pushing his sunglasses up to sit on his head. His eyes, one green and one red, studied Karl heavily, making Karl immediately cringe away.

"Ranboo, the only way you can probably help is to put your sunglasses back on." Karl winced, and Ranboo immediately apologized.

"Sorry, I forgot about my eyes." Ranboo hastily pulled them back down. "I still have no idea why people get so.. queasy."

"I bet it's nothing, Ranboo. Moving on from that subject, did you do the Chem homework?" Karl put down his phone and pulled out his chemistry folder.

"Yeah. Did you get question five?"

Karl quickly started to forget about the hallucination as the period went on, as Ranboo was quite calming to talk to.

Third period rolled around, and Karl said goodbye to Ranboo before sauntering out of the classroom to meet Quackity by their lockers. As he entered the wing where most juniors had their lockers, Karl quickly spotted the major groups clumped together.

The first of which being Sleepy Boys Inc., one of the most interesting gangs in the grade. Led by the respected and feared Technoblade, a tall and slender pink haired nightmare, they were almost as popular as The Dream Team.

Next to them was, of course, Karl's friends. They really didn't have a group name, but many liked to call them The Mexican Cult.

Mostly because of Quackity.

"Karl, my friend!" Quackity said, watching Karl approach. "They won't let me hang with them." He pouted, pointing at Skeppy, Bad, and Ant, only a few lockers down from Karl's.

"You don't need the married couple and the cat, you've got me now!" Karl exclaimed, opening his locker. Quackity smiled and nodded, perking up.

"Uh oh, looks like there's trouble in paradise." Quackity whispered, pulling on Karl's sleeve. He turned, his eyes widening as he saw Tommy, one of SBI's members, heading towards where The Dream Team was standing. His facial expression said it all; he was pissed.

The Dream Team normally happened to gather around George's locker, number 404, but today they were hovering over a different section. Dream raised his eyebrows and looked at Tommy; the rest followed suit.

Slowly shutting his locker, Karl watched the scene unfold.

"Hate to inform you, Mr. I'm So Important, but you're standing in front of mine and Tubbo's lockers." Tommy exclaimed, crossing his arms.