Villain Academy

{♧Chapter 1, Part 3♧}

Art from: https://matryoshka-ruth.deviantart.com/art/E-C-Irina-Clockworker-621293509

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Chara went down to cafeteria and saw that not very many people where there.

Shigaraki was wearing a black hoodie, and his hood covered his face suspiciously. Chara guessed he had taken thay face hand off and was hiding his face so he could eat.

Bill was using the only power that worked; levitating. He was floating around everyone as they were busy, playing with a ping-pong. His eye focused on the red ball, that is, until it fell off from the speed he was hitting it at. He groaned and mumbled something to himself as he tossed the broken toy aside, landing it on a quiet Irina's head.

The pinkette looked up at him and scowled at the demon.
Bill didn't flinch, so Irina just turned back around began to mind her own business. She was writing down in a small, blue notebook.

Chara decided to try and approach her.

"What are you writing?" He asked, trying to make himself sound curious.

Irina didn't look at him. "Just some observation notes. That's all."

The way she sounded made it clear that she didn't want Chara to ask more questions. He sighed, and gave up. He went over to where Bill was now at.

"Mornin', sport." Bill greeted with a wide grin. "Of course, we can't tell if it's morning or not, since y'know... the windows and all."

Chara nodded. "Yeah..."

The two began to emerge in small-talk until a small group of others came down.

Among them was Seth, Tord, Porky (who was carrying Flowey), the Masked Man, Ray, Vincent and Vaati.

Vaati immediately went into the kitchen without greeting anyone.

Tord went over to Bill and Chara, and the three began conversation.

Seth sat across from Irina, eyeing Chara's group.
Ray sat with Vincent in silence.
Porky sat at a emtpy, round table with Flowey's pot on top. The two were mumbling together about the other people in the cafeteria while the Masked Man went to get food for his master.

"Who do you think is gonna die first?" Tord brought up as they were finished talking about the iron bolts on the windows.

"I bet that fat kid." Bill sneered, "Just look at 'em! He's helpless without that
slave-bot clinging to him! I bet that flower's gonna hit the bucket early, too. Like, how's a flower gonna harm anyone?"

"There are ways." Chara sighed. He got memories from when he watched all of Charlotte's interactions with his former brother.

"Biting?" Tord raised a brow. "The guy looks like he has pretty sharp teeth." He stopped himself, "Eh... Do flowers have teeth...?"

"Have you ever seen a venus flytrap before?"

"Ah, gotcha." Tord takes out a cigar.

Chara watches him light it with (genuine) curiosity. "...Where are you getting all these cigars?"

The Norski's silver eyes meet his, "Oh, I brought a few with me. I ran out yesterday, only to find a bunch sitting in my dorm's desk! There was a friendly note left with it." He pulled the note out and handed it to the other two to read.

Dear Red Leader,
I know how much you think you look like a badass when you have these on hand. So, this is so you don't run out.
You're one of the few who gets a special gift directly from the mastermind's hands, so be grateful, love.
It's rare for me to be so kind.
Especially to those who are equally (or even more) as terrible as I am.