(Side chapter) Yakoi students

POV Jonas

How does one find joy in education that requires laborious grind? Is it because of our inexperience that we dream of a fantasy? We lust for entertainment for our boredom even though we know it was never good for us. Is it wrong for us to dream a fantastical fantasy? We were never mentally incapable just mentally unprepared.

The notation of equality comes up between students, but each of them have their own ideals. Just how can anyone satisfies all ideals?

Our fantasies is the product of our culture, every move we take was never meant to be meaningless. It was our commonalities of wanting a different outcome, no matter how good or bad, brought us together.

Issac, camelia, oliver and everyone had their own history that moulded their little fantasy. We were so engrossed in our fantasy that we created our own personal club, the supercalifragilisticexpialidocious fathom fantastical fantasy or as we like to call it the SFFF.

I would be straight up lying if I told anyone that I know what I'm doing as the president of this club. At least I'm proud to watch this club grow to a stunning 8 members. Keep in mind these 7 extra members that have faith in this ludacris idea; not to mention those who join aren't ordinary student. In truth, no one would be ordinary if they join this club, but you get my point.

To my right, we have Issac, the co-founder of this club and the vice president of this club. He is also the one who came up with this idea and forced me in this position; that's my best friend for you! {That's better than being a no friender(I made this word up, it means: a person who has a limited friend pool or has entirely no friends [including pets]) like me}

To my left is also a vice president named Camella. To be honest, I believe she would be more suited for being the president for this club than me. In addition, she is already the president of the student counselor; that's the most prestige position in our school and...

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POV narrator

The students of Yokai high school was ordinary, or so they believed. Gathered up like packs of wolves, each with their own leader; the strong prey on the weak. The most terrifying thing is that none of them stands out, their cunning tactics remains deep in the depths of the Yokai high school. They had dreams that no one could dream off, they would go to great lengths to realize their dreams. Just maybe, they were the brightest souls amongst the treacherous world they live in. They had dreams that calculated machines with flesh in this world didn't, lifeless corrupt souls that steal away dreams from the young, morphing them into expendable mindless employee.

The once respectable teachers may be long gone, but the tiniest hope left in this school burns with effort. Day after day, students started to fall prey to corruption, the corruption of modern society. Desperate, they gathered like separate puddles of water, weak but flexible.

In a certain class, there was a treasure hidden inside a cobweb warped vintage box. Unknown to them, the box contains a jeweled like gem; sealed within is a gate to another dimension. You could hereby say miracles engulf this gem.

When the tide peaks on a full blood moon, the wolves' screech took the night by surprise; the poles unwillingly shift its direction and the gust came to a juddering halt, the box lightly creek open and the gem exploded in brightness. Everyone in a 200 meters radius of the box mysteriously disappeared; this event was given the name, moon lock blood terror, by its surrounding residents.

A lax security meant that It was usual for students to sneak in campus, especially during a rare night like this. Some ridiculed them for breaking the law that lead to their demise and others prayed for their well being. However, everyone agreed their disappearance was unfortunate. No matter if it was for thrills, research or luxury, there was more "lurkers" around the campus today than usual; amongst them, a group of students who call themselves SFFF had possession of the box.

For where they might have taken this box was nothing but untouchable darkness. What remains unquestioned was that they had anticipated some sort of mystical sorcery going in the box. The fact that they snuck in school to study the blood moon at midnight while the event happened, suggest that it wasn't coincidental at all; relate that to their lust for fantastical dreams, everything aligned way too perfectly, someone seems to be pulling strings here.

As a being without a physical form, even I, fear the rise of an other worldly being. Who knows what they will be able to do?