Idiot one, and idiot two

One Step Up

Ink was now leaning against a different locker, that was decorated with pink fluffy stickers and a half written off word of someone's name. "So your not leaving?"

"No." The sound dismissed errors tense stance with a sigh as he finally relaxed using the locker as a cane. "Good." He announced breathless. "Than your helping me with our project in history, I'm not doing that shit on my own.." Inks mouth cured up into a quirky smile as he gave a big thumbs up, before walking away. Probably not saying anything, because you never know when his next rant will be.

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At the library was, well, people. A dim room with the lights of above flickering time to time and the widows that were covered head to toe in a thick layer of dust. Almost all the tables were preserved for humans and only two oval tables were filled with monsters. As many chairs that would fit were going into those to that small table, and they managed to fit six in each.

Within the first table was Dream, Cross, Ink, Error, killer and Horror. Error felt both ease and uneased with to fairly same dangerous people sitting at their table. Horror wasn't one he would easily fear, after all the only thing horror was good at was hunting and eating, but no way would he try anything on them. It would take to much stamina, he didn't feel like going to prison and if he did want to eat them the only thing he could possibly get nutrients from was the bone marrow or using their bones as chewing gum. Horror wasn't dangerous in school no,  but if you placed him in the woods with nothing but his trusty axe he would whip out the deer population within 3 - 4 weeks.

Killer, on the other hand, wasn't someone you can just let your guard down too. He was sneaky, and statistic. For a fact, he through knives, lighters, and even sometimes gasoline to school just for the hell of it. The reason why the teacher didn't stop him was unknown, ether they didn't care, were to afraid, or didn't know. Killer loved the taste of marrow, he loved seeing it flow from the poor guy that ended up on the wrong side of killer. With his soulless pitch black eyes, his very forced curved of his teeth didn't show any signs of what he may be thinking. He was simply unreadable which isn't good when your only two inches away from one another.

But the fact that both of them were there wasn't random, and it wasn't to get something out of dream or ink neither. The fact is is that they were failing the basics, failing their classes. After all the needed credits if the were wanting to graduate. There was no telling what time they realized they wouldn't pass the year will all zeros, but in one point or another they started caring. Most likely, on killers hand, it was probably that nightmare got near-perfect scores on everything and if he wanted to stick round with him long enough, he would actually have to strive to pass the year. Error's guess is that horror thought the same, and did vent want to be left behind when next year rolled around.

So, there the murders were. Sitting with their nasal bone stuck in book scrapping their eyes across the page to pick up anything that might help them within their future. But aliased, killer found himself frustrated by the intertwining words that made scientists more complicated than it had to be. That's when his expression became readable, his eye brows for furrowed and his quirky smirk mis shaped down-ward. The murder was great at chemistry, he knew how to kis chemicals, he knew how to make fatal poisons, but when it came to math and the basic his mind would flop, leaving him a hollowed out skeleton.

Horror focused on math, it wasn't that he was bad at it, just that his mind worked way to slowly to get a test done in the time given. He would always get cut off at question ten, which were all right, he just needed about 70% more of the test finished to pass.

Cross was there, not because he needed to be, he got C's in all his classes, he just didn't want to be in study hall because of a major head-ache. His head was nuzzled into the pocket he had curved himself out with his arms, presumably sleeping.