Killer's POV

Dust and I walked down the street with our backpacks thrown over our shoulders. A few days ago, we started attending school because we finally decided to finish our education.

Dust had a cigarette in his mouth and puffed out a cloud of smoke. I played with the knife that I always had with me. You could never be too careful when you're in a city that you don't know very well. Cars drove by quickly and people rushed between tall buildings. They were nothing like the local monsters in our small town. First off, humans were living in this city, which was the most noticeable thing. Dust and I were both alert because we didn't exactly trust the human race.

Dust: It's honestly weird, seeing a different race. Since we're so used to living in a monster only settlement.

I agreed with him by nodding my head. Humans gave us strange looks as we passed by. With all the racism and protest going around, I understood it. Taking out my phone, I checked the time so I could plan out the rest of the day. There was enough time to have lunch and then attend the last class of the day.

Me: Hey Dust.

Dust: Yeah?

Me: We have time to get some lunch before class.

Dust: Don't forget, we have our job.

Me: Oh yeah, that's right.

We walked into a small restaurant. A small place that made delicious sandwiches, probably the only good thing in this chaotic city. Sitting down, I dropped my backpack to my side. Dust went to the counter to make our orders. While he did that, I looked over my homework that college gave me on my laptop. Just some calculus and other bullshit that will be useless in the future. Taking out my phone, I texted Dream a small message.

Dust: Oye, Killer.

Me: What?

Looking up, I saw Dust holding a bag. He grabbed a sandwich and tossed it to me. I opened it to take a bite out of it. Dust sighed as he sat down in the chair across from me.

Dust: Mate, school is really kicking my balls.

Me: Well, when you haven't been to school in nine years, it's bound to get a little difficult.

Dust: Easy for you to say. You took culinary.

Me: What are you taking?

Dust: Management.

Me: Like 'Bank Management'?

He nodded while munching on a piece of meat from his sandwich. I hummed in response and went back to looking over my homework. After I turned off my laptop, my reflection stared back at me through the screen. The most recognizable feature was the red floating target that was located around my chest area.

Around a few minutes passed and a quiet alarm goes off on Dust's phone. It was signifying that it was almost time for class.

Dust: Shit, we gotta get going.

We both stood up and rushed out of the building. Running down the street, we made sure not to bump into any pedestrians peacefully walking along the concrete.

Managing to make it on time to class, we slid into our desks. The professor entered the room just as we settled to catch our breath.

(Time Skip)

I was slowly starting to nod off to sleep. The professor was just so boring that I couldn't bare listening to him any longer. That's when the bell rang and everyone stood up to leave the classroom. The loud, obnoxious sound startled me awake. Dust laughed at me getting scared. So, for revenge, I threw a pencil at him.

Dust: Geez, you didn't have to get so violent.

Me: It was completely rational.

Dust: No it wasn't.

As we walked out of the classroom, I opened the building door to be met with the rest of the campus. Several college students stared at their phones while heading to their next or last class of the day.

Me: Look at all of these children. Not even old enough to drink.

Dust: You can't say anything. You're almost thirty years old and you're going to school.

Me: Then you can't say anything either. You're exactly the same age as me.

Dust: Touché.

I stretched as a yawn escaped me. I could really go for a glass of alcohol. School was really stressful and liquor helped numbed it.

Cheers to alcohol

A Quick Discussion

I was bored.

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