Diggy Diggy One-Shots(Yogs and Hatfilms)

Rythna (SFW)

TW: Fluff

Title: ~Fight To Lie~

Dull bricks walls and low ceilings with yellow buzzing lights were all too familiar within the constricting school. It was prison that forced a labour intensive curriculum down the student’s throats demanding results no less than gold. Perky colour filled posters and banners that advertised school events and other happenings were merely a concealer to the cracking façade of the school board. No allowance in time to let the mind wander the building ever gave, but at minimum it offered shelter from the raging blizzard outside.

The assigned metal lockers gave no privacy with easy to crack locks and large enough vents to slip unwanted items into the compartment. Rythian knew he should never expect to open his locker to any pleasantries or conversational notes. Deep in the back of his mind he knew it would just be another atrocious thing stuck to his locker door or a new trigger concoction to ruin his day.

“Rythian..?” The spunky red haired girl poked her bony friend to capture his attention.

Gazing off to his side he met with a bubbly smile, “Oh, hi Zoey.” He whispered, pushing a long arm to gently pat her head. “How are you doing?” His voice crumbled under his exhaustion.

“I’m doing awesome!” Zoey gave a small twirl, fluttering her hands about the air, “How can you be so gloomy on a day designed for love and happiness and- and candy!” She almost let a giggle slip as she turned around to the brooding Rythian. “Oh mister grumpy pants,” She teased giving his shoulder a shake, “What’s on your mind?”

Shifting his sight back to the locker he’s had since freshmen year Rythian couldn’t hold back a shudder, “There’s something in my locker.” He stared at the familiar metal as if the boogieman himself was being stowed away within it.

“Well that’s just silly! You’re silly!” Zoey laughed as she straightened her over the top decorated backpack, “There’s always something in your locker! Always some kind of new jib-a-jab from Lalna.” She straightened the pin on her bag strap that exclaimed ‘Free Hugs’ in large rainbow letters, “It’s kind of like an elementary school yard crush. Always bugging you to get your attention.” She elbowed the tall man, “I think he likes you.”

Since the beginning of the daily mysteries placed in his locker Rythian knew Lalna had an interest in him, but it was more of a, deleterious interest. The constant questions in the hall or texts, and every single time like clockwork, at the end of the school day Lalna would ask what Rythian thought about the different items. Rythian’s answers would be an array of colourful answers to simple one word cusses, even to melancholy details about how it ruined his day and describe how he would enact revenge in every minuscule detail. No sane human being would put so much commitment into a person just to bug them; Lalna had some sort of sick fascination with him, and like the socially defective person he was, was always testing his limits.

Rythian had been dreading this day since he had come to the conclusion about Lalna’s desire to torment him. Now that the particular day had fallen on a weekday, he had to face his trepidation. “What if he put something different in?” Rythian took a cautious step back.

“He always puts something different in!” Zoey smiled, organizing the text books in her bag and exchanging them for ones from her locker. “Remember the one time he gave you a Venus fly trap because he said that you’re so smelly you must attract flies? That was clever.” She failed to supress a giggle, “Or what about that time he made a homemade smoke bomb that went off once you opened it? I was getting blue powder and sparkles out of my hair for weeks!” She smiled fondly back to when she shed bright glitter like she generated it naturally, “I think the worst was when he put a jar of fake eyes in there. Remember when we freaked out thinking they were real and you started accusing him of murdering someone? Gosh, was that funny to watch!”