Word Count : 1243

Requested By : ACykaofSouthEastAsia

Info : Grian- being a newer teacher in the district- is unaware of the hidden family members that roam around the school after hours to act as security guards after everyone leaves. Even before xB and Cleo get to the front office desk.

He gets a real kick when he sees why the A.C almost never works properly.

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OAJSOFNEIRJ- IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG- ;-;
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(Another month after Scar’s panic incident)

Grian gave a large yawn as he entered the school from the front. He had his backpack strap over one shoulder and he had his phone gripped in his other hand which hung limp at his side. Grian was not much of a morning person, but he had to get here a bit earlier this time to continue setting a few things up in his classroom. 

ZombieCleo and xBCrafted, the two very hard working Receptionists of the elaborate building; were already here surprisingly. Though Cleo had her head down on the desk and a slowly cooling coffee was further up and almost out of her reach. 

xBCrafted- or just xB- looked up at the Arts and Design teacher and gave him a tired yet welcoming smile. 

“Good morning Mister Xelqua. You look ready for the upcoming day.” xB humored him. 

Grian humored him back, giving the other male a half hearted shrug. “Ready as I’ll ever be I guess.... Do you always comment on how everyone looks during the next morning?” 

xB chuckled lightly and trailed his eyes back down to the computer monitor. “Someones gotta keep all these smartasses on a good health schedule. You know how Doc and them can be. Always running themselves straight into terraferma.” 

“You’re right though, you’re right.” Grian pondered on the comment before wishing well to both Receptionists. Even if only xB heard it. 

Walking further down the hallway past the hall that led to the cafeteria, Grian scanned each locker and each classroom door he passed to get to his own. His mind began to wander as he thought back on previous incidents. 

Armed people breaking into a school, teachers receiving small firearms without wanting them, then a teacher almost pulling a gun on a student due to a trigger. Nothing like that ever happened at the old location where Grian used to work. 

Grian’s old job didn’t have as many eyes on it as this one did. It didn’t sit in the heart of a major city and it had a lot less students attending. Maybe that was part of the reason why he quit. Or got let go because of budget cuts. Whatever the reason, Grian found minor insanity at being here still. 

“Quick, before the cam changes back.” 

Grian stopped walking. His footsteps were already pretty quiet so he made no further sounds when he did halt. 

“Just keep watch. We’ll be done soon.” 

The Arts and Design teacher exhaled silently. He carefully crept toward the voices that were speaking. He could hear some screws being undone and he could hear different sounds of wires and such. 

"What if we get caught?" 

"We aren't gonna get caught." 

Grian slid his phone into his pocket and his hand rested instinctively on the butt of his holstered gun. The short teacher rounded the corner. 

"Who the hell are you?" 

Standing down near the end of the hallway were two people. People that looked shockingly familiar but off looking at the same time. 

"Wels? Eks?" 

The two froze. They looked strikingly familiar to Eks-Eye-Zooma Void and Mister Welsknight, but they seemed- more albino. . . And red. 

The man who looked similar to Principle Void was the one holding a screwdriver. The metal plate covering that covered internal wiring from behind the outer walls was in his other. 

"Oh no- no no no. I'm not my brother." 

"Brother?" Grian blurted out. "Sorry that was rude- but- Eks has a-" 

"Twin brother, if you want to be specific." The look alike interrupted, hiding something behind his back. "Names Xeno. XenoVoid. And this is Welsknight's twin, Hels." 

Xeno had hair terrifyingly similar to Principle Voids. Except it was albino in color. Xeno even wore similar clothes to Grian's boss- except in red and darker greys. Hels looked even more terrifyingly similar to Wels. 

Grian stared at the two for a moment. 

"Is that the A.C panel?" The Arts and Design teacher questioned, hesitating on taking his hand away from his holstered gun. 

Helsknight blinked once and shook his head. "No. A.C? What's an A.C?" 

The half assed reply earned Mister Hels a sharp elbow to the gut from Xeno and an unamused look from the shorter faculty member. 

The unamused look that had smothered itself on Grian's face quickly got replaced by a smug, knowing look. "Don't worry. Your secret is safe with me." 

Xeno had been glaring at Hels but his expression softened and mimicked the smug look Grian had as his eyes found their way back to Grian. 

"Now that's a chap." 

Itty Bitty Time Skip + Perspective Change 
Ethos swinged down the last drop of his drink that was in his bottle. His backpack was on his back and he was strolling casually down the hall to his classroom to get ready for the day. 

Impulse and TFC had just pulled up as soon as he had walked through the main doors, so they wouldn't be that far behind him. 

Ethos took a deep breath of air then promptly felt his legs fall out from underneath him. The fairly tall heighted hermit fell to the floor with a padded thud and a grunt. 

A cry of laughter filled the empty hallways and Ethos' masked face went scarlet with embarrassment. 

Sliding up from behind him was Impulse. Who slid down onto his knees much more gracefully. 

"You alright buddy?" Impulse laughed, helping the Canadian English teacher back up to his feet while keeping his own balance. 

Ethos' face burned with embarrassment and he thanked the gods that he had a mask on over his face. "I'm alright. I'm a bit more awake now but- nothings broken." 

TFC slid wobbly up to them. He had his arms out in a T position to keep himself stable. He was eyeing the floor like he was gonna punish it if it caused him to fall. 

"A.C's off its rocker again." TFC grumbled, adjusting his satchel strap that was over his shoulder. 

Impulse gave a heavy sigh and let go of Ethos after he made sure the English teacher wouldn't fall again. "And Biffa just looked at it two weeks ago." 

The Physics teacher shook his head. "I'll take a look at it." 

TFC huffed, rubbing one of his eyes with his free hand. "Better do it sooner before the halls are filled with kids and other faculty members who are… less graceful than us." 

Ethos filled his cheeks full of air behind his mask then silently deflated them as Impulse snickered at him. The Canadian poured and turned away- crossing his arms like a child beginning to whine. 

TFC gave him the tiniest of smirks in silent return. 

The three teachers continued on their way  to their classrooms, wobbling as they went to prevent any more slips. They disappeared out of sight of a fourth, fifth and sixth participant who were all listening and doing their best to muffle their laughter. 

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Fin

I hope you enjoyed! Thank you for being patient with me!