Nightmares Come True (Slight Monix?)

VI - The Teacher

𝐒𝐢𝐱❜𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕

I had a vision. Mono was coming for me, desperately trying to get to me. The oddly soothing smashes that came with a harsh blow. I saw him, Mono, savagely killing anything in his path. Evading traps and hiding from the Teacher.

Then, I stir awake. My eyes wander around, despite my surroundings being incredibly blurry. It took me about a minute to find out that I was hanging, and on top of that, I was hanging upside down. I could feel my blood stirring in my head, everything from my waist downwards was numb and purple.

"You're finally awake." spoke an unfamiliar voice.

I look down, to my right. Two children stood beneath me. One male, one female. They both had black hair, some sort of uniform and seemed to be made out of some strange material. Porcelain perhaps. Damn, when is Mono going to fucking come? Once I get my hands free, I'm going to beat the shit out of those kids. Disrespectful brats, y'all like like fucking pinocchio.

𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐒𝐤𝐢𝐩

Ugh, how long has it fucking been? Surely it doesn't take that long right? Well, I guess I can't judge when I don't know what Mono's dealing with, I hope he's ok. Speaking of him, I've always wanted to know why he wears a paper bag. Is he deformed? I'm going to try to convince him, or at least get an answer.

"Your knight in shining armour is coming, don't worry. I can't wait to beat his ass." says another, more feminine voice.

"Shut the fuck up, don't under-estimate him! I'm sure he'll be able to come, give him time and you'll see!" I yell back.

But then again, how long has it even been. I kinda miss him, his presence comforts me. Why do I feel this way? Everytime we hold hands, his soothing voice. The warmth of his body and his caring persona. Although he is sometimes annoying and incredibly childish. Sometimes I just want to beat his whack ass, I can't help but try to control my anger.

𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐨❜𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕

A bully's head, perfect for disguise. Now, I don't want to interact with those bullies. I slowly take off my paper bag and fold it, creasing it's corners before gently putting it into my pocket, making sure it doesn't rip. I then shuffle over to my left and equip the porcelain figure. I figured that holding it tight with my hands would mean that I wasn't going to fucking die. Not today at least. A small table stood next to a bunch of raw meat, stored in big containers. Fucking gross as hell. I slowly get on all fours and crawl under the table and appear on the next side. I trembled in fear, multiple bowls could be heard being smashed against the floor. The loud yelling of misbehaving kids rang in my ear and the awful sound of squashed meat could be heard. Multiple bullies stood on tables, dancing and singing. Others were throwing plates at each other and others had a violent food war. I didn't say a word and snuck past, trying to not catch any attention, besides. My little costume was really shit. Ah, finally the door! A holy sight to be seen. I have never been so excited to leave before. I thought there were no more bullies, I was wrong. Just as I was about to take off the porcelain, a bully had rudely bumped into me, knocking the porcelain out of my hands. It didn't take long for them to all come charging towards me. Fuck no, I'm not dying today. I pounced one the first one I saw, and used it as a shield. Smashing it's head onto the ground before moving into my next unfortunate victim. I could feel the violent tucking from behind. I reached my hands from behind and caught a grip of its arm. I managed to throw it in doing so. Now remembering that I had a knife, I quickly dug my hand into my pocket while running from multiple bullies. My hand soon came in contact with a sharp object and I quickly whipped it out. Using the blunt side of the knife, I smashed heads and tackled porcelain. In the end I triumphed. Ow, my arm fucking hurts. Six, do it for Six. And with that I continued before stumbling into a strange room. An empty bottle sat to my right, laying on the ground. Bottle to button, seems good to me. I aim the bottle at the button, successfully pushing it. A metal door flew open and the bottle smashed. I walk through a short little hallway and sneaking through a vent-like hole. I came to be under a small table. The legs of the terrifying Teacher stood before me. I refused to make a noise, I covered my mouth with my left hand. I waited for at least a minute before I could progress to the next room. Organs and other grim sights sat in jars that were laid on multiple tables. 

𝐀/𝐍

Please welcome, angry Mono! As promised I whipped up some shit and published it. Enjoy your second chapter for today y'all. I appreciate the support. And was the shit from Six necessary? Yes it was. Since I keep hearing about Mono being a simp, I couldn't help but make Six simp for Mono. Adios~