" you never loved me. you only loved the idea of me. " y/n stated, but king didn't want to believe it.
hello friends! welcome back to another journey of ups and downs featuring a yandere in the middle of dream smp. what will happen when king learns...
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HURRIED FEET CASCADED against the high school floors like any other day. this time though, it was the start of the second semester, everyone transitioning to different classes. king closed his locker after getting his new stuff, huffing in annoyance as him and wilbur separated to go to new classrooms. they didn't have the same classes this time, and although he wouldn't admit it, he missed having wilbur and bad in economics first thing in the morning.
king did a double take of his schedule in his head, taking a turn down the hallway towards his english class. of course i have to be bothered with english in the morning. king thought to himself, already feeling annoyed. on his way to class while the hallway was emptying, he saw a mini group of people slamming someone into a locker.
"you fucking freak! is that what you really wanted to do!?" one of the guys yelled, holding a pink-haired man in a practical chokehold against the lockers. "HEY! get to your fucking class will you?" king yelled out, making the guy turn around and face him. "oh yeah? what are you gonna do about it?" the guy tried to one up him despite king absolutely towering over him in height, while his friends standing to the side cowered in fear, trying to get their bully of a friend to back down from king.
"HEY! GET TO CLASS OR I'M WRITING ALL OF YOU UP!" a strict teacher's voice pierced the air, their voice commanding from all the way down the other hallway, a scowl on their face. that made everyone separate, the mini group of people walking down the other way while king just watched them with a death stare.
king looked back to the man with pink hair who was being targeted, his back still against the lockers. "you okay?" king asked, noticing that the man was clearly a hybrid with unique features such as pointed ears and a pig's tusk, causing them to have an underbite. "u-um.. yeah." they replied, quickly crouching to gather their stuff that was on the floor, adjusting their glasses. he was surprised to hear a monotone pitch in that voice. it was as if the voice did not sound like it fit with the pink-haired individual in front of him.
