We all know the story of how Hell's heir opened a hotel to turn sinners good, and how the Radio Demon stepped into the picture and changed everything. But, what if someone else took the deer's place? Someone who believed in her cause. And a lot more...
We open to the outside of Brimstone Elementary, where Mrx hustles into the building, seemingly late. In his frenzy, he enters the classroom and takes his seat, much to Mayberry's chagrin.
Matilda: Nice of you to grace us with your presence, Marx.
Marx: Sorry, CUNT! My dad and I got SHAT- i mean, stuck in traffic.
Matilda: Alright, but I'll only excuse you because you didn;t get punched by spazzing and saying the N-Word this time. But I expect better from you, Mister.
Marx: *sad* Yes, Ma'am.
Nodding, the teacher turns around to face the board and begins lecturing the class. Marx looked over his friend group, trying to resist cussing out as he used a special tool to take his notes. He looked over to Ghost's sheet to see not only was he farther along than he was, but they were also doodling on the notes. He doodled another version of themself, only this one had more horns and had a cracked open head, orange liquid bubbling out as the eyes were filled with the same gunk.
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Marx: You draw amazing SHIT, but it's always so morbid. Why?
Ghost: 'PTSD and anxiety. I'd sing the parody song, but I can't talk. Also, Sebastian the Crab would fuck me'.
With Vivian and their group, she and Cheshire were currently taking notes from the lecture as Sydney sits up and pretends to be an attentive student for a few seconds. Shee soon gives up the act, however, and goes back to being bored, slumping in her chair, watching the clock tick away seconds of her life that she knows she'll never get back. The bell rings, and the kids head to another class; specifically, gym class. Currently, Cheshire is sweating and straining at the chin bar while Vivian is in a rhythm.
Vivian: C'mon, Chesh! You just need to do a few pull-ups!
Cheshire: Oh, like it's easy for you? You're not even leaving the ground!
The camera pans out to reveal Vivian was technically holding onto the bar as her bottom half, which was attached to the ground, extended her upwards and downwards in rhythm.
Vivian: The point still stands.
As if to rub salt in the wound, Ghost actually ran backwards and jumped up to the chinbar, grasping it and successfully doing multiple pull-ups, jumping forth and pulling off a triple front flip, landing perfectly on his feet.
Cheshire: *glares, growls* Stupid sexy Ghost.
The cat kept struggling to pull off a pull-up as Sydney then went to the bar between him and Vivian. Seeing that the teacher wasn't looking, she whispered to Chehsire and Vivian.
Sydney: *whispering* Guys, listen up. Here's the plan.
