My Senpai is Annoy is cute.

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Mr Mouton was wheezing and wiping the sweat off of his feathery brows. The weather was not getting any hotter, yet he felt hotter and out of breath from a simple jog. It was a bad idea to try and get back faster, he understood that.
“I should probably set some time for jogging.” The middle-aged crow then glanced at his watch. More than twenty minutes went by already, which meant he had to jog all the way back to school if he has to make it on time. He could already tell the amount of sweat he’d be giving off in the office. “How tiresome,” he admitted.
“Oh it is truly tiresome, especially when you have weight of lies and lies weighing down on your scraggly, old shoulders!”
Mr. Mouton glanced around him for the person speaking. Someone definitely just talked to him, but he couldn’t see them. Even though he was closer to the city now, it felt close enough that he wouldn’t hide anywhere. Especially since there was nowhere to hide, really.
“Maybe, I just need to sit down-“
“Above you!!!”
Mouton’s head shot up, and his beak flew wide open. A clown on a misshapen, grey balloon, hanging in the air. A big grin full of painted on square teeth adorned his face, as he watched from above.
“Ready to tell us the truth, hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm?”
Mouton’s mind was in full stupor. The sight was incomprehensible and beyond all sort of explanation. Some form of reality, or truth, was escaping him. And furthermore, this man was apparently accusing him of lying to people.
And what’s scarier, with how incomprehensible it all was, he believed it.
“W-what are you!?”
“Dear lady, we found the one you were looking for!” The clown spoke seemingly to the balloon. “Hope you’ll enjoy playing around with him! OY-hohohohohohohohohohoho!”
The clown then let go of the balloon. The effect was completely reversed: the clown began rising further up into the air, while the balloon dropped fast like a giant anvil.It landed on the ground with a thud, a softer impact thanks to the wetness of the grass and dirt. Mr. Mouton, staying still, kept inspecting this giant anomaly, which did not act in any way a real object would. Soon enough, a head of a parrot lady popped up from its top, which Mr. Mouton immediately recognized. Fear overtook him in that moment, and after the tentacles emerged from the bottom, so did terror.
“Shall we get ready for some fun?” The clown announced from high-above
The balloon’s “head” then locked her eyes with his, the tentacles reaching out to his direction.
Then an array of shiny metals, pink in particular, rained down on top of it suddenly. The “head” and the tentacles retreated into the balloon quickly, and the shiny pieces ended up bouncing off of its shell. Mr. Mouton once again glanced around himself and above, finding that the light was only coming down on that thing, and not on him.
“Do not worry, Mr Mouton, leave the monster to us!” An unfamiliar voice of a woman made him check behind the balloon. It was then that he saw a pair of brightly colored warriors, one green and one pink.
“Those two…” he whispered, realizing exactly what he got himself into.
The two warriors positioned themselves between him and the monster. Those same kids, the very same ones he called larkers, were now apparently saving him from a monster.
“Well, well, well, well, well, well, well! Look who the devil dragged in!” The clown joked, before making another one of those infernal laughter of his.
“Your evil deeds will not come to fruition,” the green warrior announced with the full fervor in her voice. Whatever the game kids were playing, the crow-man could feel the passion behind it.
“Oh no, I think I spy someone trying to foil my plans! Oh dearie me!” The clown continued, with the same overdramatic tone. “Looks like someone ought to teach you some manners!”
Ironic as it all was for Mr. Mouton, he felt that he could use the situation to his advantage. To finally learn what was going on. And maybe why that man was so interested.
He then heard another one of those annoying laughs from the clown. The grin had never left him.
“All according to my plans…”
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“Tom!!!” Chester pounded the floor with his fist, to no avail. Not content with that, he once again searched for the edges of the trap door. But his fingers felt nothing except for the smooth surface of the wooden floor.
“…Where did he go?” The badger kid asked, sounding panicked. “What happened!?”
“Did you do that Russell?” Asked the weasel kid. The bear wouldn’t answer.
“Look what you did you stupid moron!!!” Chester’s yell had probably filled the entire corridor. His eyes bore into Russell, who looked very shaken.
“It-it wasn’t my fault!” The bear growled defensively, fidgeting in place. Chester saw that he still didn’t let go of the metal stool.
“Let go of that, you moron!!!” Chester kept yelling, as he began advancing to the bear.
Despite his commands, Russell’s hands didn’t unclench.
“You don’t boss me pipsqueak!!!”
“How about you start using that dirt-clod you call a brain and think for once!”
“You wanna start a fight or what?”
Chester was already at an arm’s length from the bear. And then, a white-feathered hand pulled him back.
“Both of you cease!”
Fotia quickly positioned himself right in front of Chester’s face. Despite the two being the same height, Chester felt his gaze was lower.
“Don’t you know what he did!?”
“Calm, now!”
There was a reverberated echo throughout the hall, that traveled even further. None of the boys dared to make another sound. Even though he didn’t sound angry, at all.
“I understand how you feel,” Fotia began, his volume far lower now. “But you must steer yourself.”
Chester kept staring at him. When he switched to Russell, he felt something get stuck in his throat again, and said,
“But-“
“But our first mission is to find an exit,” Fotia ordered him, calmly.
Chester looked down to his feet.
“Have you calmed down?” Fotia asked.
In some ways, he was still angry. He wanted to go at the bear cub for doing something so stupid, and for trapping Tom to…wherever that could be. There was no way he’d be safe alone, obviously. Then, Chester remembered what Azure told him before, about hard decisions that come from tough situation. Their enemies would take advantage of them, and that he should stop overreacting in a way that could hurt more people. He always did that.
So it was time to think.
“Let’s go!” Russell ordered his gang, who moved closer to him. “You losers can go ahead and cry all you want. So what if fatso disappeared, I don’t care!”
Chester gritted his teeth.
“I’m gonna…”
“You don’t have a spirit, nor a fighting prowess in that puny body,” Fotia whispered in Chester’s ear, hands tight on his shoulders. “All you shall accomplish is hurt yourself and stall our search for Tom.”
Chester wanted to shake him off.
“He’s not even sorry,” he said, freeing himself off of him.
“No, he does feel bad, that is certain,” Fotia stated matter-of-factly.
Chester stared at him like the guy was in another reality.
“Seriously?”
“Very much so, I might add.” Fotia then moved back to the bricked-wall-behind-the-door. He then lowered himself, until his head was laying flat on the floor, knocking it methodically. “For now, let us figure out what happened. If you ask me, I don’t consider Tom to be harmed. Especially, if my hunch is correct.”
Chester rolled his eyes, “Hope you are right.”
Chester glanced at Russell and his gang. There were searching through the hall, at every nook and cranny.
“Try to find something to strike it with! And you know, without traps!” He heard Russell shout. This surprised Chester.
“Um…Russell!?” One of the boys, the badger, called from further down the corridor.
“What!?”
“I think, the walls are getting closer!”
Both Russell and Chester looked straight at him.
Soon enough, the badger boy came running in. The weasel boy also run, and Russell then followed suit, as the wall, in fact, began moving closer.
“What do we do?” Chester heard the weasel say, right behind his back.
It was moving in closer and closer, at a rapid pace. Chester then heard those three run again, and when he turned around, found them already halting. The wall on the other side was also moving, and was already very close. They only had now twenty feet of distance.
Chester saw how Russell’s eyes were darting around.
“What now?” The badge asked.
“…Move!” Russell punted Fotia away from the bricked-door and began hitting on it.
The other two looked at each other, and the proceeded to copy him. Their loud banging and whining grew louder as time passed by.
“Russell, what do we do!?”
“Keep hitting it!”
“It won’t budge!?”
“Just keep hitting it, I dunno!?”
Chester saw their terror. And yet, he didn’t share the same reaction. Rather, he was busy trying to understand what he kept hearing.
Pull the lever.
Chester looked back. The metal stool was still there. The walls were close, but he could be fast enough to touch it. And thus, he dashed after it.
“Chester, return!” Fotia called.
“Give me a sec!” he yelled and grabbed it.
He pulled on it until he could see the wire, and then some more until he heard it click. In one fell swoop, all three bullies then fell into the trap door, which opened in the same place as before.
“Chester!” Fotia exclaimed, eyes locked on the sudden opening. “What are you-“
“Follow me!” Chester shouted, then pulled the white crow with him.
The last thing the two saw was the small source of light fading, as the walls closed.
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