Highschool Of Chaos (ErrorInk)

Chapter 32 : The Play

The sound of gossiping awoken the troubled Ink from his sleep. It was past seven when he sat up from his bed, looking to his left. Error wasn't there. He realized the time was quarter to eight when he saw students outside the cabin, roaming around as they please. It was either, there was no morning call or he was in deep sleep to hear it. As he slowly climbed down the bunk bed, he heard TK and Epic overreacting on their beds, gossiping about something strange. Something about 'getting freaky' in one of the cabins.

He approached TK to ask about what's going on, though it wasn't anything special, teens just love the tea. "Morning!" Ink greeted. "What's with all the gossip?" Ink stretched his body while yawning when he suddenly jumped in surprise after realizing Bill was on Epic's bed. The nervousness made him clear his throat and get goosebumps.

"G'morning! They said something freaky was going on inside the second cabin." TK whispered loudly on the other's ear, causing Ink to flinch a little.

"What does that mean?" Ink questioned, making TK, once again lean over to whisper in his ear when suddenly, Error opened the door after deciding to finally wake up Ink. Looks like he was right on time.
Error was weirdly staring at TK with his brows furrowed in confusion. His eyes then landed on another person who was peacefully sitting in the bed, his most hated person, Bill. When he was able to process what he just saw, he quickly grabbed Ink by the arm and tried to pull him.

"Ah, if it isn't–" Bill was cut off by the sudden lift of Error's middle finger followed by the aggressive slamming of the door.

"Killer's waiting." Error spoke. It felt too early for Ink and he still wasn't on his right mind so he was confused the whole time. The two made their way downstairs to meet their team leader who was outside their cabin along with their other members. They still weren't complete, TK, Pray and Epic were still gossiping about what they heard.

"Where's the other assholes?" Killer asked Error and Ink with his hand on his hip.

"U-upstairs." Ink hesitantly pointed to the upper part of their cabin.

Error shoved his hands in his pockets and arched his back, letting out a quiet groan from the pain on his spine.

"What if we borrow chief's megaphone? They don't look like they're gonna come down any time soon." Cross suggested, since their shouts weren't working, might aswell be practical and lessen the efforts their doing just to call their members.

"Go and be useful." Killer replied, turning only his head to Cross before looking back up at the cabin.
When Cross came back, Killer took the megaphone and turned it on. "I know you're all awake, stop being a burden before I give you a first class ticket to meet your maker. "

"What does he mean?" Outer quietly asked Cross in whisper.

"He's gonna murder them." Cross whispered back with no hesitation, gaining a short gasp from the other before gesturig him to not bring it up anymore.

"Not moving, huh?" Killer muttered and cleared his throat "TK and Bill had sex in the cabin last night!"
Grouping these words caused everyone around to glance at him and mumble. He realized his plan worked quite well when he heard vigorous stomping inside. Not a moment later, Bill kicked the door open with a fist ready to swing.

"Are you on drugs?" Bill firmly spoke, he wasn't actually asking but trying to point out that he was extremely and about what he just heard.

"Did you take your contraceptive pills?" Killer countered and with the tilt of his head, Bill was basically about to start the world war three.
"Say one more thing, and you're pregnant."

Bill tried his best to genuinely keep quiet and obedient. When Killer felt he was now properly respected, he dragged the megaphone back to his mouth and spoke. "That was a joke, it was actually Reaper."
Killer accused someone else and ignored Reapers confused remarks about what he said and just moved along. They reached their original rehearsal space and it was time for practice once more. They've already done furnishing the raw acting, so now they're gonna try to do it with props and cheap costume.