FACTS (benny-chan shapiro x tomika macdonald)

~ the beginning ~

TW: Homophobia, transphobia, heterophobia, furry-phobia(?), furries, violence, mature content, 9/11, drugs, homophobic hate crimes, implied grooming

It was another Tuesday. Well, another Tuesday as far as Ben, (or, if you were close to him and knew what he preferred to be called; Benny-Chan) was concerned. For those more fortunate to be, ahem... straight, it was Valentine's day, the one day happy couples could go out publicly and throw each other into the spotlight like Tony and Maria doing a dance number on a Brooklyn fire escape.

Did West Side Story even take place in Brooklyn? And why would you dance on a fire escape? These were the only questions Benny-Chan had in his mind as he was wandering the halls of Gayborne High, keeping his head down and his heavily made-up eyes cast toward the floor. Not "I wonder if I'll get asked to be someone's valentine this year?" or, "I wonder what flowers I should by (insert significant other.)" No, Benny had no hopes for anything romantic this year.

In fact, he thought the entire day was a waste. He preferred to devote his time and energy to more important things, like watching furry porn or more sinister things, like Mattie Walsh's sex tapes. Or, on his worst days, which didn't come often, mind you... he could be found writing Jimin x Jungkook fanfiction. And on Valentine's Day? Well, you could rest assured he'd be doing all of these things in perfect rotation throughout the day. No sir, February 14th was not a day for Benny-Chan Shapiro.

He was already anxious. The day itself put an extreme strain on his nerves, and he kept having to restrain himself from pawing at the kitten ears that he wasn't wearing. He couldn't wear them at school, after all. Not at Gayborne, not when Tom Macdonald went there. Oh, the name just sent a shiver down Benny-Chan's spine, all the way down to his tail. What class did he have first? He couldn't remember anymore, and when he checked, his hands were so sweaty that the blue ink on his hands had faded. He was on the verge of tears, in this crowded hallway of odorous heterosexuals.

He glanced up, searching for the classroom he recognized as his homeroom. He wasn't a fan of the people in there, of course - he didn't get along well with anyone at Gayborne. Being... the way he was, it was difficult to make friends. But his homeroom, they were so loud and raucous that he could safely fade into the background and write his comfort fanfiction in peace, undisturbed by casual homophobia, furryphobia or transphobia.

But when he looked up, that safe haven of semi-acceptance was nowhere near him, at least, not that he could see. All he could see was... oh no. Oh, please, no. Was that... was that an Imagine Dragons shirt? There was only one person he'd known to be an Imagine Dragons fan... goosebumps arose on his pale white skin as Benny-Chan slowly looked up. 

"Having a good day, Benjamin?" Tom Macdonald said, leering down at Benny. He and his cronies stood in front of Benny like an even more threatening version of the Twin Towers, if instead of knocking one down they'd built another. Jasmine Primrose - or JP, as he forced everyone to call him if they didn't want their eyeballs knocked out - and Greg Garfield were as straight and tall as Benny's erection.

"Do you wanna get high, little girl?" Asked JP, and Greg elbowed him harshly in the ribs, mouthing 'shut up!'. Tom seemed unbothered by the two of them, leaning so close to Benny that their noses were almost touching. Benny gulped loudly and ferociously, swallowing an appalling number of homosexual urges.

"I said," Tom continued, his voice reaching a dangerously hot level of lowness akin to growling. "Are you having a good day, Benjamin?" Benny could barely speak, but he managed to croak out a short yes. Tom snickered triumphantly and leaned backward, taking a step closer to JP and Greg. "You know what I think would make this day even better for you, lady?" Tom grinned evilly.

Riding you, Benny thought, before shoving that thought down. This was Tom Macdonald, the most fearsome and homophobic bully within the walls of Gayborne High. Where were these thoughts even coming from? Benny was scaring himself more than the thought of laws of consent did. "Wh- what?" He forced himself to say, avoiding eye contact at all costs.

"A good..." Tom began, and Benny felt his throat constrict. "Hard..." Benny tensed up, trying to keep his mind on the least arousing thing he could think of: heterosexuality. With another swallow, he stared into Tom Macdonald's eyes and silently begged for it all to be over. "Beating." Tom finished, and without another word JP and Greg seized his shoulders like hunky men at a gay bar. They marched him down the corridors, away from his safe asylum of a homeroom, and toward the bathrooms, where anything could go down without anybody noticing. 

The door banged open behind Benny's limp form, and his hip collided with the doorframe. The contents of his pocket spilled out, and he could feel his face going redder and redder as his possessions collated on the grimy bathroom floor tiles. Benny watched with unparalleled horror as a black length of leather with silver studs clattered to the floor in slow motion. Before JP or Greg could see it, he kicked it away underneath a stall door.

Having them know he was gay and a femboy was difficult enough. He didn't think he'd be able to survive if they somehow found out about the... furry side of him, the one that had a vile piss kink and tended not to understand the concept of a bathroom. While JP and Greg dragged him toward the gay stall, the one especially reserved for the hate-crimeing of gay people, Tom watched with glee from his place leaning against the basins. 

Benny stole a last, desperate glance at Tom and whimpered, "Please." JP and Greg faithfully held up when Tom raised a hand, and they rotated him to face his tormentor. Tom gazed at him with nothing but cool, calm apathy. For a moment, Benny thought he saw a hint of mercy in Tom's eyes, and he had already begun to breathe a moan of relief when he watched Tom's lips curl into a menacing sneer. Benny felt something unpleasantly warm spread from his crotch. That was not piss.

"You've pissed your pants, homo." Was all that Tom said, before waving his hand at Greg and JP, giving them the go-ahead.

No sir, Benny-Chan Shapiro did not like Valentine's Day.

A/N: God, I'm sorry to you, dear reader, but I'd be lying if I said I was sorry to Ben.