V - death by glamour

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Upon reaching biology, I notice that there are quite a few more people in this class. Thank Lord Smooze. I can hide behind them because I'm so very shy.

I take my seat between an old man who was held back fifty two grades and a girl dressed as a garlic. At that moment, our robot teacher bursts through the door.

"GOOD MORNING, LOVELIES!" he says dramatically. "MY NAME IS METTATON. I'M A ROBOT WITH SENTIENCE AND A REAL SOUL. TALK ABOUT FASCINATING!"

He leaps over to the computer and takes the register. Once he's done, he dances to the front and centre of the room.

"NOW THEN, LET'S GET STARTED! I THOUGHT FOR OUR VERY FIRST LESSON TOGETHER, I'D LET YOU PARTAKE IN MY VERY OWN QUIZ SHOW!"

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"NOW THEN, LET'S GET STARTED! I THOUGHT FOR OUR VERY FIRST LESSON TOGETHER, I'D LET YOU PARTAKE IN MY VERY OWN QUIZ SHOW!"

I wonder if the quiz is going to be about biology.

Mettaton clears his robotic throat. "FIRST QUESTION GOES TO..." he pulls a random name out of a metal hat. "YESSICA."

Yessica looks annoyed.

"DON'T WORRY, DARLING; IT'S JUST FATE PUNISHING YOU FOR BEING A GINGER. NOW, LISTEN UP. YOU HAVE THIRTY SECONDS TO ANSWER THE QUESTION. IF YOU ANSWER WRONG OR FAIL TO RESPOND WITHIN THE TIME LIMIT..."

...



"Y͋̒̉ͪ́ͮ̎͑̀͑҉͏̢̻͎̱͚̫̫͔̼̬̘̦͝ͅͅOͬͥ̉̔ͯ͗́̊̎̋̒͂͆ͭ̋ͬ̅̚͏͈̘̘̟̜͔͍̰̘̘͎̱̱͙̣̻̤Û̧̯̺̠̪̯̻̥̱̭̦̞̬͖̮̊̒͂͝ͅ ̢̀ͯ̿ͪ̔ͧͣ̾ͭ̑̔҉͚͙̠̙͎Ḏ̵̘̫͍̬̱͉̰͑̂̿ͯͧ͐̾ͦͯ̅̍͟͝Į̷̥̩̺̪̤̣̞̹̙̤̰̯̠̤͓͒͊ͮ̾͐ͥ̌ͤ̂̌̽̍̽ͣ̌̒͒ͦͨ́ͅE̢̫͈̻̯͓̯̗̳̾̒ͪ͊̈́̿ͦ͂̆͂̾ͬ͒́̚͝͝͡.̂ͣ̂͂͢͡͞͏̧͎̗̹͙͇͙̦͎̤͖"



The girl gulps.

"SHALL WE GET STARTED?" asks Mettaton, not waiting for a reply. "GET READY, YESSICA."

WHAT IS THE PRIZE FOR ANSWERING THIS QUESTION CORRECTLY?

[A] MONEY

[B] MERCY

[C] A NEW CAR

[D] MORE QUESTIONS

Yessica is trembling. "Uh... C?"

"INCORRECT," declares Mettaton. He shoots a laser at her and she is incinerated. "THE CORRECT RESPONSE WAS D."

"THE NEXT QUESTION IS FOR YOU, OLD MAN."

WOULD YOU SMOOCH A GHOST?

[A] HECK YEAH!

[B] HECK YEAH!

[C] HECK YEAH!

[D] HECK YEAH!

The old man is startled, but takes a guess. "B."

"GREAT ANSWER. I LOVE IT!" Mettaton says. "HOWEVER, YOU WERE INCORRECT. WE WERE LOOKING FOR THE ANSWER A." The old man is erased.

"SUNITA, YOU'RE UP. DON'T WORRY, GORGEOUS. I'LL GIVE YOU A NICE EASY ONE."

TWO TRAINS, TRAIN A AND TRAIN B, SIMULTANEOUSLY DEPART STATION A AND STATION B. STATION A AND STATION B ARE 252.5 MILES APART FROM EACH OTHER. TRAIN A IS MOVING AT 124.7MPH TOWARDS STATION B, AND TRAIN B IS MOVING AT 253.5MPH TOWARDS STATION A. IF BOTH TRAINS DEPARTED AT 10:00AM AND IT IS NOW 10:08, HOW MUCH LONGER UNTIL BOTH TRAINS PASS EACH OTHER?

[A] 31.054 MINUTES 

[B] 16.232 MINUTES 

[C] 32.049 MINUTES 

[D] 32.058 MINUTES

I start to panic but then notice something under my chair. A convenient cheat sheet! I discreetly take a look.

"Is it... D?"

"IS THE RIGHT ANSWER! I'M ASTOUNDED, FOLKS."

He directs the next question to the irrelevant garlic girl.

 HOW MANY LETTERS ARE IN THE NAME METTATON...NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN

[A] 46

[B] 47

[C] 48

[D] 49

I lean over to her and whisper, "B." I'm such a good friend.

"SUNITA, SUNITA, SUNITA. YOU AREN'T HELPING THE OTHER CONTESTANTS, ARE YOU?" He tuts. "YOU SHOULD HAVE TOLD ME. I'LL ASK A QUESTION YOU'LL BE SURE TO KNOW THE ANSWER TO."

WHO DOES SUNITA HAVE A CRUSH ON?

[A] ZAC

[B] DONNA

[C] MISS TERRY

[D] METTATON

I hide my face. This is totes embarrassing. 

A random voice calls out "D." 

"CORRECT."

-_-

I glare at Mettaton, my eyes narrowing.

"WHY BOTHER TRYING TO HIDE IT, DARLING? WHY ELSE WOULD YOU HAVE TRIED SO HARD TO IMPRESS ME? IT'S OBVIOUS, I CAN SEE IT IN YOUR EYES; CURVED LIPS YOU JUST CAN'T DISGUISE. YOU THINK THAT YOU'RE IN LOVE WITH ZAC, BUT THEN YOUR MIND TURNS STRAIGHT TO METTATON."

"WELL, THAT CONCLUDES TODAY'S BIOLOGY CLASS. THE REVELATION OF THE CHEAT SHEET RUINED THE TENSION, BUT FEAR NOT. WE'LL BE BACK TOMORROW WITH MORE DRAMA. MORE ROMANCE. MORE BLOODSHED. UNTIL NEXT TIME!"

Mettaton's feet turn into rockets and he flies through the ceiling, leaving a trail of destruction in his wake. 

We awkwardly leave the room, and I am excited for break. Maybe I'll try to find Zac. I hope he's not with Donna. I don't want my face to be clawed off today.



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