MANIC MONSTER DISPLACEMENT

Chapter 6 - CERBERUS

Oh, this is different. Similar, but different. Laying down in the forest, with a three-headed dog nestled against them, was Shax. Having decided, it was better to get out of the house before things got worse. Y’know, family issues. Common problem with these types. He yawned, stretching a little before sitting up. “How’d you find me here?” He questioned quietly, petting the dogs. He groaned a little, a little tense after sleeping on the hard ground. “Do I still have detention today…? I can’t remember,” He shrugged, standing up and brushing himself off.

“Why don’t you go home? I’ll be back after school,” The dog got up, whining a little before obeying. Running off, and out of the woods. Shax stretched yet again, brushing a few leafs off of his clothing and hair. He started making his way out, not entirely caring if he’s late or not. He was going to be stuck in detention for a good chunk of the day, anyway. Though, if he was being honest, he couldn’t actually remember what he did this time around. Was it the thing with the new guy? No, that was a few days ago already. Maybe. Time wasn’t something Shax was good at keeping track of.

Shax got to school early, which was a given thanks to him sleeping in the woods. They were in proximity, and if you were brave enough, you could just roll down the hill leading to the school. But Shax had horns, and those got stuck in the ground real easily. Anyway, he could probably go mess around with the janitor in the meantime. He thought, before spotting one of his current enemies. Or, at least, he considered him an enemy. What was his name? Shax just calls him skeleton boy, he’s not one for listening, either. Whatever, either way, that little idiot keeps hanging out with Rocky, and Shax doesn’t like that. Why? “Why the fuck is he always around that little bitch…!?” Shax muttered under his breath, always getting quite peeved.

“That should be me!” He thought to himself, crossing his arms. “Maybe If I can pour a bunch of blood on him and one of the other werewolves will eat him…” Shax thought to himself, bordering on full yandere before realizing; that’s maybe just a LITTLE too far. He could just do a simple mutilation, instead, less hassle than a murder. While Shax was busy staring at the pair as they spoke, scheming like the little bastard he was, Jack walked up. “Are you thinking of murder, again?” He asked, getting an annoyed response from Shax. “No, mutilation. Now shut up, I’m trying to plot,” He said, furrowing his eyebrows. “Of course. You could always just get to him BEFORE he gets to Cain,” Shax thought about that for a moment, before shaking his head. “Eh, that involves less bloodshed. Also, who’s Cain?” Jack groaned loudly, setting the book he was reading to the side. “The guy you have a massive hate boner for?” Shax glared. “… That… was not intentional, I swear–”

Shax looked back at the two, then back to Jack. “He even has a little bitch name,” He retorted, crossing his arms. “Seriously, just hang out with him when Cain’s not present,” Jack suggested again, for once, actually trying to get Shax to do something less evil. “Oh, and when am I gonna talk to him when he’s free? AND he’s not with that little bitch?” Jack went silent at that, stuttering a little. “… Well–” Shax scoffed. “He’s too busy when he’s doing gym or schoolwork, and the second he’s free he goes darting for that bag of bones,” Jack looked back at Cain. “Maybe it’s because he’s a skeleton, have you tried jumping into a vat of acid?” Shax shook his head. “Nah, I already tried that as a kid for some other reason, apparently having flame resistant skin gives you acid resistance too…” How interesting! Not helpful for Shax, though. “I’m sure there’s something you could do,” Jack reassured. “Uh, yeah, mutilate Cain,” Shax responded, angrily. “How are you going to mutilate a skeleton?” Jack asked, getting a wishy-washy response in return. “… Somehow–”

With Cain, after getting a little brain fog from Rocky’s non-stop rambling, he noticed Shax. Noticing his… ‘I’m going to murder you’ look, because it was really obvious. Cain brought it up with Rocky, but, Rocky just reassured that that was typical for Shax; proceeding to explain almost every type of sock he knows and how useful they are for weight lifting. “Uh, Rocky?” Cain spoke up again, pointing to Shax as he gestured murdering someone with a knife to Jack. “… Again, that’s pretty normal for Shax!” Rocky cheerfully replied, looking down at Cain. “Besides! I don’t think you can stab skeletons…” While, theoretically, that was true, Cain was NOT a skeleton. And, he didn’t doubt that Shax would try a good ol’ butcher’s knife on him. That’d be painful and secret revealing. “… I’m going to go talk to Bram,” Cain decided, getting a little too anxious with Shax’s murderous behavior. Sure, he could just report him to the principal, but that was less interesting, so.