Lesson One - A Monster School Fic

Chapter Eleven - Math Class

I had to watch a math lesson to write this chapter. 

Sorry for the delay + short chapter, if you didn't see my profile announcement I've been having some really miserable health issues and haven't really been able to write or create. This week has been better and hopefully I'm improving. Fingers crossed.

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"Y/N?" You were startled out of your daydreams by your teacher's voice, and you jerked your head up to see him watching you. "Did you hear me?"

"U-uh, no, sorry." You stammered as your face went red. Cray snickered, and you glared at him.

"I asked if you know what the Pythagorean Theorem is." Herobrine crossed his arms, and you wracked your brain for a moment before it came to you.

"A-squared plus B-squared equals C-squared." You answered as you sat up straight. "It's a formula for calculating the, uh, longest side of right triangles."

"Very good." Herobrine nodded approvingly, waving to the board and causing your answer to appear. "Does anyone know what the longest side of a right triangle is called?" Soliel's hand shot up. "Soliel?"

"The hypotenuse."

"Correct." Herobrine filled in her answer on the board, and Soliel shot you a smug look. You just side-eyed her and rested your chin in your hand again. You weren't going to fight with her over math of all things.

This afternoon would be hiding class again. You were more comfortable in this place than you had been last week, but... that was the first time Jace had threatened you. Would he go after you again once you were unsupervised? You shivered, wondering if you would be able to stick with Soot the whole time.

You snuck a glance at Jace out of the corner of your eye. He wasn't paying attention to you, looking down at his notebook with his yellow beanie askew on his head. He didn't look all that threatening in class, but... appearances could be deceiving. You found yourself wishing you had seen his abilities in combat class. Maybe that would've given you some idea of what he was able to do.

"Can anyone tell me what the square root of 25 is?" Herobrine asked, and you went to raise your hand but Cray did so first. "Cray?"

"Five." The creeper said proudly. You blinked in surprise. He really did know his stuff.

"Good job." Herobrine praised. "So that makes our hypotenuse five." A wave of his hand, and the equation filled itself out on the board. You silently wondered what kind of magic had to do with blackboards. "Does anyone have any questions?" The class was quiet, and he nodded, waving a hand towards his desk and causing a piece of paper to appear in front of every student. "Here is a worksheet with several sample problems. Go ahead and work through these, raise your hand if you need any..." Herobrine trailed off, glancing to his left. You followed his gaze and saw nothing but a blank wall.

Abruptly, a diamond pickaxe appeared in his hand. "Stay in your seats, please," he said, an instant before a white-robed figure blinked into existence and brought down a scythe on your teacher's head.

Your gasp was drowned out by Isabelle's shriek, followed swiftly by the sharp sound of metal on diamond as Herobrine struck the blade away with his own weapon and lunged at the intruder. The newcomer fell back, vanishing just before he hit the floor. He appeared behind Herobrine again and swung his scythe, Herobrine ducking beneath it and rolling to the side to kick his opponent's feet out from under him. The man in white vanished once more, and this time dropped from above, using his additional momentum to drive his scythe into the floor where Herobrine had been a moment before.

Herobrine staggered upright, shouting "Stay seated!" as Fade surged upright. Fade sat down again with a small thump, and you covered your mouth in horror as the man in white spun and kicked your teacher in the jaw. The man spun again, aiming a second kick at Herobrine's ribs, only for his ankle to be seized mid-flight and Herobrine slam him into the ground. The man grunted in pain, tightening his grip on his scythe, then Herobrine stomped down on his wrist and his fingers went lax, the scythe clattering to the floor.