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“Anny.”
“Here.” A small voice answered. The fox in question leaned back in her chair, leaving all the world to see her attire, or lack thereof. She giggled as her note was passed to the hellhound a desk over.
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“Holyfrickholyfrickholyfrickwe'regoingtobelate!”And who's fault is that you furry [Frick]! I swear to neuro, I'll never get the taste of burnt toast out of my mouth. Stupid anime world bullshit.
My teensy turtle legs hold on as best they can, but I guess Filian must've put some sort of hair product this morning. Her hair was shiny, smooth, and my own personal slip ‘n slide.
Only for me, slipping and sliding would lead to me hitting the pavement at about 115 km/h (about half that in miles, for you Americans in the chat.)
Sometimes riding a foxgirl to school had its…
“HEY! Was that a speedbump or a small child!?”
...inconveniences.
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“Cerber.”
“Here!” The aforementioned hellhound perked up as a paper floated through the air, onto her desk. A gentle smile spread through her face as she read it, and hellfire lit up her fingertip, burning the paper. The fireball fell from her finger, and floated down to the swishing tail of an imp just one desk forward.
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We turned to corner to find yet another dead end. Alright, this is getting ridiculous.
“Mhpmmfph!” I spit the toast out of my mouth. “If you hadn't stopped at that bloody vending machine--”
“BRO waitwaitwait hold on!” Filian spread both of her hands apart as far as she could.
A second passed. Then two.
I raised an eyebrow. “Wha- what is this? Just stretching? Are you trying to tell me you once caught a fish that bi-”
“HYAAH!” With a single standing leap, she cleared the 20ft of the wall, with enough space to do a flip in the air, before landing on her feet on the other side of the wall.
“HAH! Eeeaaasy!” She grinned before tapping her head. “Doubters in shamble--” she stopped. Slowly she tapped her head again, feeling her soft hair.
From the other side of the wall she heard a British groan.
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“Camila.”
“Here-AH!” The imp yelped, as she felt a burning sensation at the tip of her tail. Turning, she glared at the suddenly meek hellhound. Reaching behind her back she pulled out a single juggling ball out of hammerspace, and launched it at her classmate. Cerber had the presence of mind to duck. Layna, sitting directly behind her, did not.
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Finally, the school gates were in sight. Looking at the old sign, reminds me just how much time has passed. Hard to believe my freshman year was just 64 years ago. It feels like so much time has passed.
“‘K, we need a plan. We're both late. We can't just--" And filian flipped backwards for a running start, this time with turtle firmly in hand, thank neuro. “--jump into things…”
“Late?! I'm fast as Frick boi!” With that, the quick white fox jumped over the lazy gate. Sometimes I wish I could transform into anything other than a human, so I wouldn't have to rely on a coked up furry superhuman for transportation. Sigh. I bet the others don't have to deal with stuff like this.
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“LaynaAAAAH!”
“RAIN OF SPIDERS!”
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Finally, we reached this damned classroom. Hopefully the teacher isn’t tooOHSHIT!
“What’s up ga-- HOLY FRICK” A bit delayed, Filian, but understandable considering the roomwascrawlingwithspidersohgod.
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The vampire loomed over camila, gleaming eyes shining through the insectoid vale. Camila swallowed, her mouth dry. “I-I’m not afraid of you… whatever you are…”
Layna tilted her head, letting out a small giggle. Her claws scraped every desk as she passed, and she stopped only inches away from the quivering imp’s face. “Oh? I thought you were brighter than that, darling.”
Then, she smiled, with every one of her horrible teeth. Saliva dripped from her fangs, falling only a hair's breadth from camila’s face. “After all…” Her breath swamped the cheek on the now wide eyed imp. “Don’t you recognize a LADY OF THE NIGHT?”
“Ahem.” A small voice pierced the horrid scene. They both turned to see a small green box turtle sitting atop a terrified foxgirl. “Layna… I don’t think that phrase means what you think it means.”
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I never did get to testing the durability of my shell in turtle form. How nice of Layna to volunteer. ”Ow- ye- ow, that hurts!”
“Thasht Da Poind!” She replied (gobbled), with turtle still in mouth. Seriously, that can’t be good for her fangs. And the edge of my shell feels wet-- oh ewww.
I guess this is my life now. Mixing spit with a vampire, and not in a fun way. How did we get here?
Hi. My name's Vedal (if you didn’t know that, why are you even reading this?). Vedal987. And today is the first day of my 22nd junior year at Indie high school and home for the criminally insane. We’re like a family here. The kind that you see on a true crime podcast, where all the signs were definitely there. I’d like to personally welcome you. Hell, you’re reading Vtuber fanfiction.
You'll fit right in.