EXIT of HELL | BFB Fanfic [DISCONTINUED]

-another one-

Firey Jr's POV-

Another morning in this damned office. I was notified recently of a death occuring, which was really horrifying to be notified of when you're injuired. I was told one more day than I would have to go back to class. Which sucks, now that I know a fucking murderer is in that room. I decided to get it over with and sleep for the night. It shouldn't be so bad to see the class again. By now, some new kid should arrive and surely be nice enough to help all of us go through these fucked up times. I was about to fall asleep when X burst into the room to announce me the golden news. "Hey! I think you can go back now, a new student's coming." I sat up from my bed, realizing the bandages are gone and my arm is brand new like the incident never occured. I nodded, "Thanks X." I responded before I was escorted by them to the main classroom.

As I got in, another kid had. We all instantly knew who it was from their features, they were floating a little with bags under their eyes as messy black hair covered both sides of their head, only showing the face. Even so, the mouth was covered with a dark purple facemask, and the eyes were like deep voids. It was Black Hole, just telling from the face and hair alone. They made it even more obvious with the space-themed hoodie and black pants and shoes. They're on that death prevention team, so surely we should all be safe. Right?

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Match's POV-

We won't get caught. I know it.
I knew who we were going to get, but Black Hole's gonna be a problem. They have really good strength and they use it to prevent death half of the time. As I watched David walk out to the fourest again, I got up to go talk to 8-Ball. Everyone seemed a bit more social after the death of one of their classmates. Though, I wonder... Who did kill David? I suppose I'll figure it out. I got a pushpin, and I will eventually use it. It's so boring here, and I rather not be pushed to insanity. 8-Ball mostly wore black, black beanie, hoodie, pants, to the sneakers. His dark grey hair and brown eyes fitted the look. The only sort of light color was white, which made a full circle except for a black eight in the middle.

"When should we do it." 8-Ball asked, working on his worksheet. "Soon.. We need to show everyone this is the only way we can be sane." I responded, giggling a little. I hated him so damn much, always trying to start fights and make himself intimating. Oh, will his screams be so much fun to hear.

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