Curing Creation. (Male reader x Surge The Tenrec.)

Chapter 2: New Problems.

Y/N pov:

"Come in, it's unlocked!" The door opens, and I see the chancellor walk inside. I stand up to greet her. "Oh, hello ma'am." We approach each other, and we shake each other's hands. "Hello Y/N, I need to tell you something, it's bad news." I frown, and turn to my desk. "And what might it be?" I put the letter in my bag, and follow her outside the room. As we walk down the hallway, she looks over at me. "The states reducing our funding again." I look over to her.

"Again? Didn't they just do that last year?" She nods. "And unfortunately, you're next on the chopping block." "What? What does that mean for my class?" "It means we aren't going to be able to get you all the things you need to teach effectively. Like all the animal corpses that are supposed to ve disected by your students? We can't afford them anymore." I look at her in shock. "Well then, how am I supposed to pass all of these students if I can't teach what they need to know? I can't exactly half-ass teaching biology to future surgeons." She sighs. "Well, I don't quite know yet." "Do you at least know what they are diverting the funding to?" She nods, and we step into her office. "They're tearing down and rebuilding that small animal shelter that's been there for over 25 years now." I sigh and shrug. "I mean, it probably needs it, but I don't much like getting screwed over in this fashion, you know?"

She nods, and starts fiddling around in her desk for something. She then hands me some paper and a pen. "Here, you can apply for some extra funding from the state yourseld if you like, but I can't guarantee anything will or won't happen." I take the pen and paper, and start writing on the lines. It's some basic stuff, sign my name, give a reason for why I need the funding, all that good stuff.

I finish, sign my name on the bottom line, and hand the paper back to her. "Thank you Chancello-" "Oh, there's no need to be so formal, just call me Primrose." I smile to her. "I see, well thank you Mrs. Primrose." "It's just Miss, I'm not married yet." I nod. And hand her the paper. "Thank you, Primrose, you've been great." She nods, and stands up before I can leave. "And just so you know, I completely agree with you, I don't think you should be fucked over like this." I nod. "Nobody should. Thank you for the heads up, Ms. Primrose."

I walk out of the room, and shut the door behind me. Has she always been so overbearing? Quite the odd woman. I walk out of the office, and I feel my stomach growling. I look up at the clock and see it's a few minutes to lunch. I smile and head to the food court to get something. When I get there, I see all of seven people in the room. I get a Hamburger and French Fry plate, and sit down to eat. As I eat, I look at my phone, looking to see if there are any deals on digital video games. I eventually put my phone away and continue eating. For school food, this stuff is pretty damn good!

I eventually finish the food, and throw the styrofoam plate away. As I walk out, I see one of the janitors, whom I'm very good friends with. "Hello, Mr. Dante." He shakes my hand smiling. "Hey there young man, you doin alright today?" I nod. "Yes sir I am, how about yourself?" He nods back. "Good, 'mdoing good, just tryna give 'dis place one last deep clean 'fore 'dey let em all out." I smile to him. "Well, you do good work sir, keep it up!" He nods, and I walk away, back to my room.

On my way back, I stop by the vending machine to get a soda. I unscrew the tab, and take a sip. I smile, and continue to the classroom. As I get there, I sit back down at my desk, and pull out the book I was reading the day before. I read for a good while, until I remember the mysterious envelope, which I've been rudely interrupted over many times. I take it out of my bag and set it down on the desk, searching it over one more time for a return address.

Just like before, there is none, so I set it down to think. Ok, Y/N, think. Who would know where I live, and walk all the way to my house just to give me a letter..? I'm curious to see if I can guess who it is. I think for a moment, and realize it must be from mom. She lives nearby, and she's always done eccentric things like this anyway. Yes, It must be from her.

I pick it up again, and continue trying to open it. Eventually, I get it open, and pull out a letter, and another, smaller envelope.

Well, now I'm intrigued.

I open the letter, and start reading it. It looks like it was written in a hurry, the writing is sloppy, and looks like it was written with a quill pen of all things. I don't think mother owns a quill, though I could he wrong. As I read the first line, I realize immediately that it most certainly isn't my mother.

'Dear Doctor Y/N,'