First Impressions

Form Time

The next morning, it was time for form. Peter and Ben arrived, but something seemed a bit strange. They were both first to arrive and Mr T Ranquil was nowhere to be seen.
"This is a bit strange." Peter muttered.
"Peter?" A familial voice whispered, "Is Bon with you?"
"Mr Ranquil?" Ben asked.
"Um... no. Mr Ranquil has suddenly fallen ill, I'm... um... Mr... Raitor."
"Mr Raitor?" Peter asked suspiciously.
"Yes, I'm here to help you!" The voice muttered.
"Alright!" Ben cheerfully agreed.
"What are you helping us with?" Peter asked, slightly more suspiciously.
"There is an enemy hunting you!" The voice declared.
"Why?" Ben questioned.
"I'm not allowed to tell you that!" The voice quickly replied.
"Why not?" Peter asked.
"I'm just... I... I don't know why they're hunting you! Yeah... I don't know why." The voice stuttered.
"We'll trust you!" Ben naively blurted.
"Yeah, alright." Peter cautiously agreed.
"Now don't trust the man with the glowing left eye."
"Why?" Peter questioned.
"Because it's red, don't ever trust a man with a red eye!" The voice replied.
"That's a little prejudice don't you think?" Peter asked.
"I don't know... just... he's bad, OKAY!?" Mr Raitor advanced, "and trust Tenliz's Omnipresent Advanced Destroyers."
"Who?" Was Peter's question.
"Ugh! TOAD!"
"I don't like the fact that they have 'Destroyers' in their name." Peter said bluntly.
"Well, I... it... it's... it's just hard to make acronyms of TOAD okay?!" Came a rather agitated reply.
"How about 'Tenliz's Old And Dumb'?"
"What? No!" Mr Raitor's voice shook a little. "That's just stupid."
"You're stupid." Peter scoffed.
"Okay, I'm just trying to hinder... I mean help you!"
"I apologise for my friend." Ben slapped Peter's head. "He's a bit weird."
"Not as weird as this whole situation." Peter earned another slap.
Mr Raitor sighed.
The bell went and the two friends left.
"Hello? Are you both gone?" From inside a small box, an agitated cough sounded.
"Great."