The Mysterious One | Twisted Wonderland x Male! Oc

~⚰🪞𝔄𝔯𝔠 0-5 ⤁ 𝔄 𝔇𝔢𝔞𝔩? 𝔑𝔬 𝔗𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔨 𝔜𝔬𝔲 🪞⚰~

Kylar stared at the headmaster who was marching towards them, the 'Whip of Love' in his hands. The crow mask wasn't enough to hide the anger boiling on his face. Kylar rubbed his temples. Why do I have to deal with this?

"It's the headmaster!" Ace paled. "He'll bind you with the Whip of Love! RUNNIN!!!" Ace and Grim turned away, attempting to escape their punishment. Too late, the headmaster's whip was already onto them, binding them tight and stopping them in their tracks.

"AHHHH!" "OWWWW!"

"That's two days in a row! It hurts," Grim whined, still whimpering from the pain.

"I thought I told you earlier not to make a ruckus, and here you go, burning a statue of the Great Seven! Are you asking to be expelled?" Dire Crowley scolded while Ace looked up at the headmaster in panic. Turning to Kylar this time, he continued, "and you, this is not called supervising Grim!"

"...I tried," Kylar murmured, his hands behind his back, his imaginary ears and tails drooping like a kicked puppy. Anyway, it wasn't his fault; he didn't do anything... he was just being a nice, obedient student, and this time, he didn't even urge the fight to continue!

"Honestly... wait, you're bleeding!" Crowley exclaimed softly as he examined the scratch wound on the boy's arm. Fortunately, the boy's garments were not burned, but there were some small scratches on the sleeves that revealed the black T-shirt underneath.

Kylar raised his eyebrow when he examined the wound, not having noticed it until the headmaster had mentioned it. "Oh, it's just a scratch. It'll be gone in no time." Kylar shrugged nonchalantly. "Don't worry, I've gotten worse." Even as he spoke, he tucked his injured arm behind his back without the others noticing. A large amount of blood slowly poured from his arms, down his fingers and nails, eventually dripping onto the ground. He wasn't lying; it wouldn't be a big deal if he bandaged it later.

"And you, what's your name, and what year are you from?" Crowley returns his gaze to Ace, oblivious to Kylar's blood flowing down onto the cobblestone pathway.

"A-Ace, Ace T-Trappola...First-year sir," Ace stammered, his face flushed with embarrassment and shame.

"Well then, Mr.Trappola, Grim, and Kylar, as punishment, you will be cleaning 100 windows!" He ordered grandly as if he was bestowing upon them a great honor. While Ace and Grim eyes widened, Kylar only scowled.

"Nya! It's not fair, he made fun of us!" Grim protested.

"Ehhh?! Me too?!" Ace shouted.

"Just shut up," Kylar mumbled, catching their attention when his foot crushed the twigs on the ground into dust, sending chills to both of the tied-up prisoners. The same usual smile was still on his face, but it only made them shudder more.

"Well, of course! It's the least you can do. Do you want me to kick you out instead?" Dire Crowley's burning eyes gazed into theirs. Ace and Grim shook their heads feverishly. "After school, come to the cafeteria, understand?" This time, the three of them nodded with stiff smiles painted on their faces. With that, Dire Crowley took his whip and turned in the opposite direction, headed to who knows where headmasters had to go. The crowds all dispersed upon seeing their headmaster, and a group of shocked students even came up to them to ask where the janitor's closet was and went in the direction Grim randomly pointed at.

"Grim, do not say another word or else..." Kylar's words contained a threat, and though Grim didn't know what it was, he was already chilled. More so when Kylar grabbed Grim by his fur, and a dangerous glint in his eyes made Grim swallow a mouthful of saliva.

"F-fine," Grim nodded, his eyes widening when Kylar's blood dripped onto his fur. The cat looked up to see the "small scratch" was actually a deep wound. He looked at Kylar guiltily before shouting, "We should go to the infirmary first! N-not like I'm worried or anything, but... my fur! You're ruining my fur!"