Pantheo High: Enrollment

Van Hellsinging

Meanwhile, inside the covered court...

Bragi and Rose pushed the doors open and walked into the dark basketball court. Nothing gave the place light, except for the open doors behind them, giving the place a very eerie feel. The smashed bleachers, the cracked floor, the unsettled concrete dust particles floating around made the place seem wrecked and abandoned for decades. As the two of them walked inside, one could only imagine what the rest of the building must look like, and what the rest of Pantheo High might look like if it escaped. Ahead of them, was the entrance to the central hub, but the doors were laying on the floor, ripped from their hinges. On them, were large claw marks that tore through the wood. Bragi goes closer and kneels to touch it. But before he could, Rose screamed.

Rose: AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!

Bragi ducks on instinct, brandishing his ax as Rose's scream echoed around the walls of the court. He gives Rose an irritated look as he hunched over, his scream turning into wheezing laughter. Bragi slammed his ax on the ground, the blade biting down on the floor.

Bragi: WHAT WAS THAT?! CUZ' I THINK THE GIANT MURDER PUPPY DIDN'T HEAR YOU!!!

Rose chuckled as he straightened his back and brushed down his suit with his hands.

Rose: That, is what we'll sound like once the Foo Dog gets the jump on us. Which is how we'll get it in the first place. No point in finding it if we could just lure it in by SCREAMING!!!!!!

Bragi sighed as Rose kept doing his taxi whistle, the sound echoing through the halls.

Bragi: Sometimes, I wonder whether you're a genius or just crazy.

Rose: Is it too much to just be both?

Bragi took a deep breath before yanking his ax out of the ground, hefting it on his shoulder. Piles of rubble and leftover concrete fell from its blade, hitting the ground with a satisfying crumble as Bragi walked forward with an alert brightness in his eyes.

Bragi: C'mon. We gotta track it down. Who knows where it might've gone.

Right on cue, the barking of the Foo Dog rung through the halls, more so on the left part of the school, followed by the sound of scratching and scraping of wood. As the two ran out the covered court, through the central hub, and into the lobby they saw the sorry state of the place:

Torn and trashed, the fluff from the donut couch was sticking out from the torn cloth. The gates were bent and battered, but still standing. The registrar and directory had deep scratch marks on them, with noticeable splinters on the wood. As Bragi was about to yawn, Rose covers his mouth and points to their left. Bragi turned and saw the Foo Dog violently scratching against the door. 

The beast showed a significant change ever since their last encounter:

Its fur was turned into a greyish white color due to the dust particles clinging to its fibers, and around its head, the fur grew longer and developed light yellow curls that encircled its entire head from the forehead until its neck, like a helmet. Its teeth developed long, curved fangs on both its upper and lower rows, protruding like tusks. The beast's body fur became more.... compact. With more muscle than fur, its claws lengthened and curled into nothing short of iron sickles on paws. As it scratched on the door, the Foo Dog stopped and raised its head as its nose twitched, sniffing around. Both Bragi and Rose jumped for cover behind the donut couch before the Foo Dog could turn its head. As the creature crawled and sniffed the air, Rose pokes his head out for a second before hiding. Bragi shuffles closer.

Bragi: So, how does it look?

Rose nervously rubbed his wrist.

Rose: Not good. It looks like it got stronger.