Friday Night Funkin Soft "Repainted"

Chapter #2 Painting a connection

After settling in some classes and having lunch, it was time for the moment of truth for Benjamin... Art Class.

He never thought he'd be excited for a class. Perhaps is normal? He'll maybe ask Grace later but now, he must get to his next class before the bell rings.

As he enters, he was greeted with a sight. A colorful sight. The place was decorated with art pieces made by previous students like paintings, drawings or mini sculptures. A storage closet is perfectly organized with every material you can ever think of. The desks seems to be a bit messy with previous paint stains but that brings a bit of charm for Benjamin so he didn't care much.

This feeling he has, it's like the same amusing and accelerating feeling he had was the same as he was first got introduced to painting long ago.

With a smile on his face, he enters the class and takes a seat on one of the stools. Some students however, took notice of Benjamin's presence.

Yes, he's new, but he's a son of the Fairests and their well known for music. This brings a lot of questions to the strangers.

"Hey. Isn't that the Fairest's kid?"

"Yes. I believe so."

"What's he doing here? Why is he taking Art Class?"

"I don't know, maybe to try it out?"

"Or perhaps, he's here to mock us and make us look like fools!

"C'mon! From I heard from Jesse, he's what everyone calls him "gentle" or "Soft." Of course he'll never do anything like that."

"Although is quite a shock that they allow a next gen singer to be in this class."

"We'll see what's up."

A few students whispered to one another about Benjamin being here and he kind of heard it a bit, but didn't think too much about it. He didn't want anything to effect his happiness of being here.

He sits down on his spot, puts his backpack down next to him and waits for the bell to ring.

As he waits, Benjamin looked around his surroundings to see the students or to check around the class a bit more.

The fellow classmates around him might have a purpose of being here a side him.

Maybe to pursue their future career, try something new, do something with a friend or anything but they're here regardless of what it is.

One student, however caught Benjamin's attention. A male student from his left, sitting next to him.

His demeanor seems to stand out from the rest of the students in the class.

His skin is tanned, his eyes are colored in a pale green by the lenses, his hair is orange and it seems to be cut short with only curls in front and looking like his sides are shaved, freckles all over his cheeks, he has black earrings pierced on his ears and his uniform seems to be a bit of a mess.

The jacket was around his waist like a belt and his tie seems loose.

Benjamin stares at the boy, wondering who he could be or what his deal is. It was a mystery to him that he'll soon figure out.

Then the bell rings for the class to settle down and listen to the teacher in front of them.

The art teacher stares over at the students with a smile on her face.

A female art teacher has her skin almost bright like paper, her hair was long, black and straightened, her eyes were different colored with the left yellow and the right blue.