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Just when the bell rang, Nightmare's group forced everyone out of the classroom after noticing their professor heading out aswell. While the others sat on the tables as they keep theirselves stable, Nightmare stayed on his seat, his back leaned comfortably against the back rest of the chair and his eyes grew bored every second.
He blinked his eyes when he realized he felt something unusual.
"I'm bored."
Everyone jumped in surprise after hearing it from Nightmare, the chairs and tables moved as it scraped against the floor, flashbacks from before crossed their minds, and every head was turned to him in worrisome and shock.
"Don't be." Killer spoke, closing the book he was reading.
"Very helpful, indeed." Dust spoke in sarcasm while his hands remained in his pockets, fidgeting with his cigarette sticks.
Killer scoffed in response, "Have you ever been responsible for everything he does?" He loudly whispered.
Nightmare being bored was one of the worst things their gang had experienced, not because they had nothing to do, but because they become his victims. It doesn't matter what happens to them, Nightmare will desperately find a way to ease his boredom, even if it meant doing a crime. It's true that Nightmare can be a little intense when he's very bored.
Cross, a little nervous, cleared his throat to gain Nightmare's attention, in hopes of helping him get rid of his boredom for everyone's sake. "W-we can go skydiving." He suggested.
"Ziplining." Horror spoke, suggesting also.
"Horse riding." Said Killer, sitting on the table and dragging his leg on top of the other.
"Bank robbing." Dust also joined.
"How about magic fighting–" Nightmare tried to give a suggestion too but was cut off.
"NO." Everyone hollered, interrupting Nightmare from what he's about to say. Surely they knew that Nightmare was planning on torturing everyone in the gang just to get rid of the boredom he's stuck with.
"I mean–" Cross felt the need to elaborate, however he couldn't finish.
"You know– you've choked me enough." Killer pointed a finger on Nightmare while his brow raised.
"Ew!" Everyone else reacted, assuming something else from what they heard.
"That is not what I meant!"
"How about, the first person that blocks your way in the halls will be your first victim." Horror suggested, trying to make sure that they won't be the ones getting played with by the King of the school.
Everyone else agreed, obviously saving theirselves and looking for another sacrifice. They couldn't care less anyways.
Nightmare sort of didn't want to but he will desperately look for a way, thus he agreed to do so, pulling himself up to enter the halls. Their eyes wandered around, spotting their first victim, in which, landed on the desperate duo who was standing in the middle of their path.
The group stopped after realizing Nightmare had stopped too. He wouldn't take his eyes off Ink, as if there was still something about him that's bothering him. Not only that, he still remembers the whole boyfriend scenario back at the mall, causing him to feel a little anxious and mad. Of course, Killer is almost a psychic to assume what Nightmare is actually planning to do, or what he's thinking at that moment.
Ink was nearly shivering from the sight of the whole group together, he wouldn't really mind if it was only Nightmare who stood infront of him.
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Highschool Of Chaos (ErrorxInk)
FanfictionMaking a deal with the rudest man alive was never just a choice but a commitment, living in poverty made him hand his fate to someone else. Despite wanting his highschool years to be just like any other, he was stuck with people who turned his life...
