After school you all made your way sluggishly to Ms. Degradable's room. As you passed the rows and rows of dented lockers, you felt nothing but dread for the sure-to-be awful experience awaiting you. You briefly pondered what Jack's plan might be, but you abruptly found yourself in front of Ms. Degradeable's classroom. Once you came face-to-face with the polished pine wood door you knew you wouldn't need to imagine any fatastical scheme. It was about to unfold before you.

You gripped the door's cold silver handle to find that it was already open, although, upon entering the room, you saw there was no teacher. It was just Jack, Mark, Felix, Bob, Wade, a man in a bear hat with an impressive beard, and the man who consoled you earlier with the white mask. It had a face that made him look indifferent to the world. He had a single curled hair on top of his head as well. It looked almost laughable to be completely honest.

By the way, I won't be using Cry's real name in this because that would be disrespectful to him. If any of you have used his real name in any of your fics then I implore you to change it. It's downright rude to do that to him. Carry on.

Once you entered, all of them turned to you with creepily identical mischeivous glares and smiles. You plopped down in the seat next to Jack and behind Mark. "Soooo," you said, lookimg skeptical, "What's the plan?" Before you had even finished your sentence, howeved, Jack cut you off by leaning down into a blue and green duffel bag at his feet. "So," he began, the grin apparent even though his head was still covered by his mop of brown hair, "I had several ideas that I think you'll enjoy. Well, I'm not sure about you, [Y/N]," he said uncertainly, straightening himself once more.

He returned from his perilous adventure with several cans of spraypaint, each in a different colour. You raised your eyebrow quizically at him. "I'm not quite sure where this is going, but I think I like the general direction." Mark flashed you a smile. "In all honesty, [Y/N], we've never officially pulled this one off."

"What do you mean 'officially'?"

"Nothing!"

"Mark!"

"He means," interjected the man with the hat and glorious beard, "we've tried this once before and that didn't go to well." The room grimaced together, then let out a collective sigh. You shook your head. These were the people you chose to hang out with.

"Can you guys just tell me what we're doing?" you asked, beginning to become exasperated at your detention mates. "Well, first we should all introduce ourselves if we haven't met," stated the man with the mask. He glanced over at you, and you assumed he smiled. (You couldn't quite tell because... well, you know.) "Hi," he said in a kind voice, "I'm Cryaotic, but you can call me Cry." He stuck out his hand semi-awkwardly, and you shook it. "Nice to met you Cry, I'm-"

"You're  [Y/N], right?" You were taken aback for a moment before the man in the hat justified Cry knowing your name.

"Yeah! Nice to meet you! I'm Ken by the way! Jack hasn't shut up about you all summer!" Jack leaned over and smacked the back of Ken's head, causing his hat to go over his eyes. He double-covered his eyes with his hand and yelled, "Jack! Oh no! What's happened? Jack you've blinded me!" He then stretched out his hands and began feeling everyone's faces asking, "Jack, is that you?!" Luckily, you managed to dodge Ken's hands as they reached for you, which caused him to search the empty air until he came crashing out of his seat at your feet from extending his arm to find you.

You all bust out laughing, but you were all soon cut off by a shrewd voice saying scathingly, "Now, now, we're having far too much fun for detention, now aren't we?" In a moment of blind panic, you realized you had no clue what the plan was. You seemed to convey this to Jack by giving him a look, but the look he gave back was helpless. His eyes simply said to you, trust me.

Trusting wasn't exactly your strong suit, but in this case you supposed you could try to push past that significant factor. After a few minutes of silence, however, the chaos started, and trust was the least of your worries.

SO SORRY I HAVEN'T WRITTEN ANYTHING. I DIDN'T THINK ANYONE READ IT SO I TOOK A LOOONGGG BREAK AND PLEASE FORGIVE ME MY FELLOW POTATOES. OH GOSH, MY POTATOES FORGIIVVEEE MEEE... Next part coming soon... hopefully.... (you're welcome furver_alone__gal....)