Everything was dark for a moment, but then I opened my eyes. The sight I was greeted by was glorious: I was sitting in a large armchair, a great oak desk sat between me and the Headmaster, who was sitting atop a golden throne. It all felt very official and professional, which simultaneously made it feel just a little scandalous and I felt a little nervous. But the Headmaster wasn't looking at me. He was looking straight up into the air, so I followed his gaze and was met with an astonishing sight. Instead of an office ceiling, there was a huge flatscreen LED monitor across the roof, which although impressive, did not seem at ALL ergonomic considering the posture you'd have to take to even view it.
On the screen, I could see all of the other inmates in the gardens. It was some sort of camera system, and on the screen I could even see Elysium Forging and Cosmic Tomorrow where I had left them. They were gardening, as though nothing had happened. As though I, Obsidian Leviathan, hadn't just been swallowed up by the ground and deposited into this Headmaster's office. I even noticed the smallest of details, that Cosmic had now planted 14 turnips to override the 13 I had planted so foolishly, but I couldn't look for long since it really hurt my neck.
I craned my head back down and stared at the Headmaster's neck, as he continued to observe the progress of the garden and its vegetables with immense amusement. After 10 minutes, I cleared my throat loudly and he lowered his gaze to look at me. I thought perhaps he had forgotten I was here but the look he gave me communicated such apathy I felt like I was the one who was somehow being intrusive, even though I was basically abducted.
"It's been over one trillion years since anyone was stupid enough to plant 13 turnips but looking at you, I'm not overly surprised." The Headmaster declares, his voice echoing around his office. I was very offended, but didn't want the Headmaster to know.
"To be curt, it's not my fault, since there was no guide book to the Jupiter moon prison system or anything," I said, averting my gaze, trying to come across as moody and hard to get. It worked.
"Your gaze comes across as moody and hard to get." The Headmaster said, but I didn't react. He was impressed by how nonchalant I was. I tried to brush my jet black hair behind my ear. Though my hair was too short to do that, I didn't let that stop me from shooting him a look with my icy blue/grey orbs before looking away again. I, Obsidian Leviathan, KNEW how to play the game. I knew what I had to do next.
"So, what are you doing?" I posed this question to him with an air of absolute coolness that perfectly matched my icy eyes.
"Well, I am the Headmaster of this prison, I am the highest authority in this entire system. A sort of shadow leader, if you will, and as you can see here I-" I launched over the desk at sound-barrier-breaking speeds and shut him the fuck up by grabbing his face and kissing him square on his perfectly annoying Headmaster lips. He seemed into it for the splittest of seconds, but then he shoved me and I fell back on my armchair with such force that it shattered into pieces like fucking glass. The force must've ruptured something inside me (severely), since I coughed up blood. However, through the metallic taste of my own blood, I could still taste the faintest trace of the vanilla Chapstick he was wearing. I licked my lips.
The Headmaster rose into the air, reached up and pushed a button on the ceiling monitor, before pointing down at me with an accusatory finger. I can't lie, I wasn't really into this sort of play.
"Obsidian Leviathan, you insolent boy, this is a federal offence." his voice sounded almost hellish, but all I was really capable of doing was wiping the blood from my mouth. The Headmaster dropped to the ground very suddenly, and began to ascend upon me. My instincts were screaming at me to get up and run, but I wanted to know what would happen if he caught me.
