I Dream of Disney (Volume II)

2. Possession is Nine-Tenths of the Law [Bill Cipher x Reader] Part I

Part I - Demon Summoning for Dummies 

Mr Faughn was, by no means, a very hospitable man. It had nothing to do with his appearance, although his stooped posture, well-developed midriff and embittered features did nothing to ease his ghastly disposition. Due to his advanced maturity, he had to use an antique walking cane, which once was beautiful and ornate before his hamster set to work gnawing off the details that had cost him a fortune. With his salt-and-pepper hair of ragtag curls about the crown of his head, which he stoically kept tied up in a ponytail in an eternal revolt for a "60's revival" that was never going to happen, he had the visual suggestion that he was a rather irritable satyr. 

The real reason why he was such a mood was that he was a teacher. A high school teacher. 

 Mr Eldrige Faughn was the biology teacher at St Eldris' Academy for the Criminally Depraved. The school's name was actually just St Eldris Academy, sometimes called SEA by the students, but that's what Mr Faughn had taken to calling it. The "criminally depraved" was just his term for teenagers. For apparently unknown reasons, he was not a very popular teacher. 

It had happened on a Friday afternoon that Mr Faughn felt especially fed up with his profession. Unlike the students, this was the worst day of the week for Mr Faughn since he had to get those hooligans to attempt to concentrate. Formidably armed with his walking cane and a mug of black coffee (black as his soul, he liked to remark to his colleagues who would laugh nervously and begin to edge away), the biology teacher rasped his knuckles against the blackboard to silence his rowdy students. Time was slipping away and only a scattering of minutes was still in his arsenal before the school day was complete. Like animals before earthquakes, his students seemed to sense this as the muttered whisperings of his hormone-possessed students grew from the approximate sound of a constipated bee to the rumble of thunder on the horizon. 

"The allantois is important for what?" Mr Faughn prompted his students.

The teenagers avoided his stare like Medusa: doodling lewd pictures on their textbooks, typing messages and punctuating them with emojis while their phones were hidden in their pencil bags, chewing some gum that they'd snuck in from lunch. The old man took a venomous sigh and massaged his temples irefully, glaring at the clock on the wall. Twenty minutes left of this torturous lesson - it was going to be an uphill battle. 

"Someone hazard a guess!" Mr Faughn brandished his cane as he marched down the rows of desks like Hitler with gout, "We've been discussing it the entire week! Can no one remember a single - ? "

"I know the answer," A snobbish voice proclaimed.

There, at the very back of the class where the popular crowd lurked, was one of the cleverest boys in their year. His name was Anthony Shuldberg, but everyone knew him as Toni. Renowned for his clear mocha skin, mesmeric green eyes and blindingly white smile known to charm girls and teachers alike, Toni was also the captain of the swimming team. While Mr Faughn paced dazedly back to his desk, unwittingly under the same spell, Toni combed his hand through his silky black hair and bared his teeth in a smile. It was no secret that the boy was his favourite student.

Mr Faughn brightened, "Yes, Toni. Please, enlighten us with your answer."

"The allantois is a membrane that lies below the chorion in vertebrates," The boy informed shrewdly, "It forms as an outgrowth of the embryo's gut."

"Excellent!" Mr Faughn cheered, "Very precise."

Glancing a superior glance over his shoulder to his obedient followers, Toni smirked, "It was my pleasure, Mr Faughn."

A hand sprouted up from somewhere in the sea of hormones and Mr Faughn's radar blinked off as he set about finding it with his poor vision.

"Mr Faughn, sir," It was a girl's voice this time, "I was wondering if we could please have the last five minutes of the day to ourselves," Petulantly, the girl added, "please?"