The Secrets of Yardale

Missions

Mole went back to his dorm completely confused. What the fuck did he just witness? Was Dogpoo a drug dealer or something? 

 If so, Mole had to get some. 

Mole got into some pajamas and settled in. He wasn't planning on sleeping tonight as he viewed sleep as an unnecessary thing. Instead, he would watch giraffe documentaries nonstop. He realized this would be difficult tonight, though, since Damien decided to fall asleep on the couch. 

Mole huffed. "Damien. Wake the fuck up and move over. You're taking up the whole damn couch." 

Damien simply grunted and rolled over a bit in response. Mole rolled his eyes and pushed him. "Wake. Up." 

Finally opening his eyes, the son of Satan punched Mole. "Don't tell me what to do." 

"I will tell you what to do, bitc-" Mole was cut off by a knock on the door. He sighed and walked towards their dorm entrance, opening the door. 

"Hello! Is Damien here?" the boy at the door asked. 

Damien seemed to recognize the voice and immediately jumped up from the couch. Rushing to the door, he pushed Mole away and said, "Hi Pip." Mole didn't hesitate to steal the empty couch, not having time to question why Damien was suddenly so enthusiastic about seeing some British idiot. 

"Oh there you are! It's splendid to see you- I simply came to drop off a gift for you." Pip said happily. 

"A gift? You didn't have to do that-" Damien said.

Pip giggled. "But of course I did! After finding out you liked cinnamon tea, I got you a few boxes of it to have for yourself- I do hope you make use of it-"

Damien's face lit up as he quickly grabbed the boxes from Pip. He sat them all on a table then went back to Pip as fast as he could. "You're- too nice." was all he could think to say. 

"Well I do try to be kind to people!" Pip said. 

Mole sighed loudly from his couch across the room. "Quit being gay and shut the fuck up. I'm trying to watch TV." 

"Oh- I can leave-" Pip said as he began to walk out. 

Damien grabbed for Pip's hand before he left. "Before you go- uhm- do you maybe want to- hang out sometime?" 

Pip smiled. "I'd love to! I know of a very nice coffee shop we could go to- we could meet up tomorrow morning before school begins!" 

"That would be perfect." Damien replied. Pip giggled again and left to his own dorm room. Damien couldn't help but smile as well. 

Then he remembered that Pip would be dying. How was that even fair? How could someone as perfect and sweet as Pip die? 

Damien then remembered that he was literally the son of Satan. He had the power to prevent this! He could protect Pip and make sure he never gets hurt in the first place! 

Damien swore to himself that he'd prove his father wrong and never let Phillip Pirrup die. 

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There was another knock on the door. Mole grumbled. "Who the fuck could it be now?" 

Damien was still smiling from his last interaction. "Maybe it's Pip again." He opened the door and quickly frowned when he saw it wasn't Pip. "Nope. It's your boyfriend. Nevermind." 

Gregory stood awkwardly at the door. "Hello there-" 

"He is not my boyfriend you fucking cock! He's an ugly, annoying idiot who never leaves me alone-" Mole yelled. Gregory could only continue to stand at the door awkwardly. "What does the fucker want?" 

"Uhm- I was hoping I could speak with Mole- I need a favor." Gregory answered. 

Damien laughed. "Your boyfriend wants to talk to you, Mole!" Mole grumbled again, pissed that he had to get up from the couch and pause his giraffe documentary. 

Once he got to the door, Mole stared at Gregory for a moment. "What the fuck is on your face?"

Gregory was confused for a moment before he touched his face and realized that he had forgotten to finish his skincare after making his tea from before. "Oh goodness- I left my face mask on! I'm terribly sorry- this is humiliating!" 

Mole snorted. "You're an idiot." 

Gregory took what he thought was an opportunity to get back at Mole. "Are you wearing giraffe pajamas?" 

"Are you judging me?" Mole questioned, annoyed. 

"No. I think they're cute actually." 

Mole froze for a moment, blushing a bit. "Shut the fuck up. What is it that you want?" 

Gregory simply sighed. "I need your help. My roommate has been acting odd lately and keeping secrets. I must know what he's hiding." 

"Oh. Interesting. A friend of mine was acting odd too." Mole said. 

"Really? Well- Gary did mention some other students were helping with it. Perhaps your friend is a part of whatever is going on. As far as I know, it's Gary and his sister Jennifer." Gregory said, trying to share as much necessary information as possible.

"For me it was Dogpoo. I also saw him speaking with that Rebecca girl-" 

Gregory gasped. "The Cotswoldses! I knew those two were up to no good- now I can catch them red handed!" 

"I don't care about your stupid drama with Mark and Rebecca." Mole said. "Where do we start?"