VILLAINOUS PAPERHAT: College Au

CHAPTER ONE: Good morning cruel world

BUZZ-BUZZ-BUZZ

The sound of the blaring alarm clock never failed to wake up Flug from his constant nightmares. The throbbing and pain of Flugs head was torture, like little knives that would stab the back of his head, not knowing nor understanding the word 'mercy'. The mornings only seemed to grow colder since winter was right around the corner. Flug opened his tired eyes due to over working, but immediately regrated it. The gentle rays of golden sunlight peeked through the curtains, painting the cold blue room with a soft yellow hue where light touched.

BUZZ-BUZZ-BUZZ

The alarm was still going louder than ever. Flug stretched his weak girly naked arms out of the warm safe haven of the covers and reached for the alarm, slowly pressing down on the large grey button located on the top of the machine. silence filled the room like a strong wave of relaxation, happily welcomed by Flugs ears. Once Flug soaked back into the oven like covers, it was to late. The realisation hit him like a truck coming down a high way. He would have to get up and go to that hell hole called college.

"ahhh" Flug groaned. He slowly sat up from bed stretching his arms and back, feeling joints and bones pop back into place. But as soon as he did so, he felt a cold shiver run down his bony spine, shocking him a bit. Jezz, it was so cold Flug could clearly see his breath in front of him.

The only way Flug could contain his warmth was to quickly sprint down his small, probably cold hallway, and go for a hot shower in his bathroom. So as soon as Flug musted the courage, he quickly flung the covers and blankets in the opposite direction, ran for his bedroom door, quickly opened it and ran down the freezing hallway. Once Flug finally got to the bathroom he closed the door and took a deep breath in and out, slowly sliding down the door, siting on the cold tiled ground. He could hear a lot of things, such as the small clicks and taps of dishes being cleaned, probably the work of his baby bear, 505. The gardeners next-door doing their thing, And the small chirping of birds, singing. It was nice just to sit down and hear things going on in the world around Flug, like a lullaby only he could hear and experience. Until Flug realized the only items of clothes he was wearing was skin tight red boxers, one white sock and his paper bag, feeling slightly embarrass about running down the hallway in basically nothing.

Once Flug finished having a hot shower and got dressed appropriately for college, he went into the next room, the kitchen. He was wearing his respective head gear, his blue and yellow plane T-shirt, dark blue jeans, white and red jacket with a fluffy hood and red sneakers. To be honest, Flug thought he looked kind of cute in his fluffy white jacket. But the one thing that was bothering him was the wonderful smell radiating in the kitchen. Flug went out of his bedroom and went into the kitchen. On the kitchen table were two plates full of three stacks of maple syrup covered pancakes fresh from the pan. The smell was intoxicating, delicious even. Flug sped towards kitchen table were 505 was waiting for him, and gave him a big hug.

"Wow fives. you've been busy, ah?"

The small bear (still wearing a pink frilly apron) grunted happily, loving the warm hug and praise he was receiving.

"oh your such a good baby boy ant ya?"

(insert cutest baby bear roar ever!)"roooaaaarrrr!"

After nuzzling and Hugging 505 to death, Flug placed 505 down on his high chair, and went to go sit down himself. Flug absolutely LOVED the moist sweet pancakes that instantly melted in his mouth. For a baby bear that has no thumbs, he is a brilliant cook and fantastic Hugger.

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(when Flug finished eating his breky, and is about to walk out the door)

TIME SKIP:

Flug loved his house to bits. though it was small, it was affordable and beautiful to look at. Flug loved how the flower bushes looked around his small white picket fence at the front of the house. He loved how in the left corner of the small yard there was a huge blossom tree that covered the porch and green grass with blossom pedals.

Flug closed the red front door, quickly walked down the few stares on the front porch, walked through the front garden, opened and went through the gate and ran to the bus stop just in time for his bus. Oh God. The bus looked horrible, peeling metal and rust crawled around the metal surface like a infection. Some of the windows were missing or cracked too. What a disgrace! the bus driver didn't look any better. This bus driver had black messy hair that flew around in all directions, a t-shirt too small for his obese body and eye's red from irritation as if he were rubbing them for several days, non stop. The creaky doors of the bus opened slowly, casting a horrible scratching sound to pierce the ears of anyone near by.

"Going to VC?" this man had a thick island accent, with a slight tired/drunk tone. Taking a guess, 'VC' meant villain college? Flug looked further down the bus and recognised some people he knew went to 'VC', so he guessed he was in the clear.

"um, yeah?"

"Hop in then". his tone of voice was unexciting, it seemed he was constantly unpleased and sad 24/7.

Flug took one step on the bus and felt the ground beneath him bend slightly. Flug looked up for reassurance from the driver.

"Yeah, she does that"

This was going to be a long day.

NOTE:

The house illustration is what I picture Flugs house to look like (made by me). Hope you like this first chapter, even though I'm horrible at the English language, haha.