Twisted Luck

Hell of the heartdom

Deuce asks when we stopped moving, "I can't believe our upperclassmen actually listened to him and threw us out, They seemed all right before. Why are they so content to listen to Dorm Head Rosehearts? And why did he get so mad? I thought that we could at least have a conversation with him semi-normally..." I scoff, betrayal seeping into my tone, "Cater only looks after his own skin ... he couldn't care less about the others unless it somehow involves him ... Trey ... is just a pathetic coward ..." Everyone is shocked at the last part of my sentence. Deuce states, "Y'know Y/n can be pretty harsh sometimes." Ace states, "Man, Y/n, you keep impressing me. Do you have no fear or something? You said some pretty cool stuff back there. I thought that Riddle was gonna physically remove your head with how hopping mad he was." I shake my head, "No ... that's not it ... I just ... can relate to him in a sense ... having all these expectations put upon you ... and how freeing it is when you can truly live free."

Before Deuce or Ace could say anything else, We all hear a strange voice call out, "You're really racking up those collars. Quite the impressive collection." A floating head appears right next to us. It then asks, "Are you talking about Riddle...?"

Grim, Ace, and Deuce all scream in shock while I get into a fighting stance. Grim cries out, "Myah! A ghost head!" I get out of my fighting stance, and I facepalm. The newcomer states, "Oh dear. It seems I'm not all here." His full body shows up, and Deuce asks, "What? Er, so you do have a body, then? Who are you?" He replies, "The name's Artemiy Artemiyevich Pinker. Am I a cat? Am I a purrrson? A mimsy borogove, perhaps? A mome rath with a knack for magic?" I deadpan. Ace states, "Uh, look, Ar... Arte... Run the name by me again?" Artemiy replies dejectedly, "Heh heh. People usually just call me Che'nya. Let's just say I'm not from the other side of the looking glass."

I ask, "So Artemiyevich-san what year are you in, where are you from, ... and what do you want..?" His eyes sparkle with delight, and he states, "Nya~ no one every remembered part of my name~" Grim states, "Oh, I know! He's got animal ears, so he's gotta be from... uh... Bananaclaw, was it?" He made a buzzer sound, "Bzzzzzt! Incorrect. Bananas grow on trees, do they not? I, on the other hand, am a cat." Deuce states, "Besides there are other forms with beast men in them ... our dorm has some."

Ace huffs angrily, "After the insanity that teapot tyrant put me through, I'm not in the mood for whatever this is. Just leave me alone." Che'nya states, "Riddle the teapot tyrant... Heh heh. Well, I can't dismiss that perspective as wrong. He's always been quite strict." Deuce asks, "Do you know something about him?" He replies, "Perhaps there are things that I know, and perhaps there are things that I don't." Grim states, "That's not a real answer!" Che'nya asks, "Is there something you wish to know about Riddle?"

Ace asks, "Yeah, I wanna know about him. how the hell does someone grow up to be that... High-handed?" Che'nya replies, "If you wanna know, you should go ask his Glasses friend, Nyaaat that hard." Deuce asks, "Glasses friend..? You mean Trey-Senpai?" Che'nya confirms, "He's known Riddle since we were all little boys. If you want to know more about Riddle, I would begin my quest there."

Deuce asks, "They're childhood friends? I didn't really get that impression." Che'nya states, "If you're so perceptive, then what are you asking me for? Buh-bye!" His body fades before only a wide smile remains until that fades away as well. Grim whines, "I tell ya no one makes any sense around here." Deuce sighs, saying, "Well, we're not going to be able to do much in the way of schoolwork with these collars on." Before we start walking to the classrooms, I turn back to the garden and get a bad feeling.

We head to the classroom for 1-A, and as we go to sit in our seats, I look down at my desk and see a ton of words written in marker. I sigh in annoyance before grabbing my things. I whisper, "Looks like I'm adding alcohol wipes to the list..." Ace asks, "Damn, never seen anyone get bullied this badly before ... what did you do slaughter there families, and steal from them?" I murmur, "I might as well have." I then say, "You know I don't really know anyone in this school. Most of the time I was with you and I don't have the time to interact with others."