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Arc 5: Part 1: A Conflict Held by a Screen

(i hate reading the old chapters. they smell)

It was a day after the fourth class trial. All was silent in the school. What could one say after all that happened? Another one was dead, and just about everyone seemed more traumatized than any other. I myself, didn't feel like attending the usual activities like Gaty's morning meetings and all that other crap. Sounds stupid right? But how am I to process what's been going on around me? The Better Namers were mourning the loss of another teammate, everyone felt pity for them. How what seemed to be the "nicest" person would commit such a murder. But, it was for the motive. He wanted to save everyone, in his own words.

I wasn't the only one to skip out on social gatherings in disguise. In fact, there was way less people attending then usual. Gaty, Saw, Clock, Teardrop, and Bomby were the only ones attending. And they didn't really seem to ecstatic either. But that's enough about them. It was scarce on the first floor, mostly everyone was upstairs on the second and third. The lack of people around you can make you hear your own footsteps in the halls with no response. Just like when this all began. I look around the familiar and dreadful colored halls that shine with radiant colors. While I've gotten used to them, I always (and will still) hate them.

After a bit more of searching, I found Nickel hanging out near the School Store. He seemed to be minding his own business waiting for something, or someone, looking down on the floor. You never know. I decided to not bother him; but he seemed to have other plans. "Hey Coiny!" He called out to me, as his face was looking up with a smile. I turn to him with a questioning look. "Hello, Nickel." I give him a wave since I don't wanna hold too much of his time. I begin to walk away again but he was seemingly persistent on talking to me. "Wait! I wanna talk!" He sprints walks up to me so he could follow. I look at him, again. Now wanting to know if something was up. "What is it?" Nickel breathed in before speaking. "Well, I want to ask how to be as cool as you are. Four called me not so cool, called you better than me at everything. So I want some advice!"

He wanted advice on how to be...cool, because the headmaster gave him a snarky nickname? Well, who could blame him? The individual known for forcing (mostly) innocent students to kill each other gives you a bad name. It was to be expected, one should know. Though there is a twist of being liked by this guy, spoiler alert; it's not good. "Right...but should I tell you that Four has this weird...obsession with me. I can't really describe it. Always thinking I'm the best of the rest, are you really sure you wanna have that following you around?" I huffed as I thought about the times he calls me out specifically using my own stupid nickname, cheering me on in trials as I push through the evidence, and straight up broke into in my dorm room to take me away when I refused.

Nickel seemed to stiff up when he heard about the problems I had to deal with either once in a while. No one really wants a crazy number like Four chasing you at every moment he spots you when he wasn't busy. "...ah, I get what you mean. Uhm, how do you deal with that?" He asked with curious intent. "It's not really surprising, but you have to go through with whatever he does. Who knows what he might do if you don't?" I responded knowing the actual answer. Murder, obviously. What else could you expect? He'd most likely torture me in front of everyone else, watching as he...grins like no other, ugh. Can't imagine. Nickel seemed to understand on what I meant, now looking a bit awkward. "Alright then...I guess I'm lucky to be not so cool!" He sighs in relief as I shrug my arms.

Despite my earlier wishes, we actually talked a bit more. But at the same time, it felt like something was pushing me away. I wonder what it was about...? Oh well. We kept discussing about the deal with markets and bank management. The jazz that involves our talents. All seemed well for the both of us, until the familiar sound of the intercom played to our ears. I immediately grimace, speak of the devil and he shall appear. The headmaster appeared on those screens you'd find basically anywhere in this place you'd call an academy. Nickel seemed to share my reaction, slumping down and ruining his posture.