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"Wasn't going to skip but now that I know the classroom's empty, I guess there's no choice." Nico sighed and continued walking through the halls. His phone buzzed again, another message from Ash. He smirked. "At least I managed to find one friend."
He wasn't really expecting it but somehow, Ash had approached him of her own accord. She didn't seem scared of him. That was a relief. He considered texting her back but realized she'd probably be in class by now. He was thinking of going to the graveyard again to find someone who could tell him some history, the proper history of world events. Nico knew that certain countries made their history so it looked as if everyone else was the bad guy. It'd be way better than sitting in a math class, too.


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Why is there always trouble?

Cackle blankly walked through the halls, light chuckling under his breath. It went through a mixture of saddening torture of his face twisting to joy periodically, dried of cheers and only the horrid spit and blood from periodic hacking from attempting to keep his composure.

"Laugh... world laughs with you."

Wiping his recently grown arm in the air as if it wasn't there, an odd feeling of phantom limb that was there for some time once something heals.

"Weep... weep alone."

An angered student with a nailed 2x4 was in the hallway, angered by what happened in the auditorium and causing a ruckus. The male banged on the lockers, stilling keeping up with the riots.

"The gods are lies and pricks!"

The male went to jump to Cackle only to be met with his arm, gripping the boys neck and holding him in mid air as Cackle barely gave him attention, still walking slowly and hovering the choking student.

"The world is a lonely place without the gods."

Was a simple sentenced muttered to no one in particular, Cackle's arm bulging and opening disgustingly, the thorny sharp breaks of flesh chewing and flinging around the mangled remnants as he lazily devoured the boy whole. The entire was gone, Cackle's arm swollen with the sounds of crunching as the internal jaws break down the bits and pieces to a mush only to be digested. Even in feeding could not remove the loneliness and sorrow he felt. Humans, demons, and most likely gods could not share in the boy who didn't truly even have a name. Jack was a fake name given to him by the lab, Cackle was a made up pen name to relate to society, and neither of those given existences were truly real. Who could only lazily stutter into the halls, Not sure where his destination could possibly lead him except the destined fate of fading off into the distance as someone knew and to start over without making the mistake of trusting someone again.

Cackle was stretching out his arm, finished with the boy he ate whole. Got to make sure you properly chew your food or you'll miss out on the nutrients. A man was down the hallway, masked and seeming calmer than the other students. That guy was talking to him. Oh yeah, Cackle just ate a student. He was probably in serious trouble.

"Grabbin' a bite to eat. I missed lunch."

He casually said, the contorting of saddness and laughter was disguised with an empty expression. Cackle was ready to have to start another confrontation with this odd smelling, bleeding individual until the teacher flipped a student and started draining the kid of his essence. The blood was flowing into the guy. This person... also fed on people. It slightly brightened his day, but that still didn't erase the melancholy in his heart. Well, the man offered a sit down. That sounded nice. The bloodied unknown being walked slowly to the male, another human passing by with a lead pipe. Cackle didn't bat an eyelash or look at the kid, just tendrils sprouting from his back and side as they shiv'd into the attacker quickly, multiple stabbings into the boy before the kid went limp, basically drained. Before the tentacles went back and disappeared like they were never there, it pulled the kid close so Cackle, with an overgrowth clawed hand, held onto the kid's skull. He walked up to the teacher, squeezing his own prey's head like a stress ball and feeling the fractures of skull bites and plates crack and sink into the brain in his hand like a boiled egg.

"I'm a big eater; I have my own snack right here."

Cackle kinda awkwardly stood there, taking a sniff of this guy's blood. Some odd smell he never had a whiff of before. It had the smell of frozen mountain peaks. This had to be a teacher. Too old to be a student. The guy had to be something. Even though he seemed suspicious, Cackle didn't want to relate to anyone right now unless they knew of the life you had to live feeding on others.

"I'll walk with you to wherever you were heading."

So, the chemistry teacher, eh? Odd, what teacher would just kill? Infact, be alright with him killing other students? Well, the person seemed friendly and relatable enough. It was just suspicious to meet someone like him right after the big issue greeting him so kindly without fear. This school was full of personalities it seemed. Cackle held a fist out, ready to bump one with the teacher. A handshake felt too formal for this moment.

"Cackles, because I'm a riot. Not like this one, though... I'm actually fun to be around."

The joke was suppose to pull out some laughter from himself, but it was a difficult to. He could only let out a few small hoots that seemed lacking in energy. Even worse, the teacher caught he wasn't in the best mood. Probably why he wanted to talk.

"Never was the rightest in the head. I was made left, and sometimes diagonal if I feel like it. That's the life people like..."us" go through sometimes."

Cackle walked with the guy, still holding the kids head. Seems like the person was still alive and just suffering from hemorrhaging. Good, that made the meal better.

"I'll tell you after calming the nerves of myself and this poor b*****d. Smell of tobacco... you were off to smoke, eh?"

Cackle lifted a pack from his pocket, an offering he took from someone he ate awhile back. He never had a chance to smoke them and didn't have cravings due to his unique form. Yet, a cigarette sounded great right now.

"Let's indulge... Taishokukan."

The name seemed fitting. Cackle didn't know the guy well enough or Japanese, but anything relative to eating caught his eye and memory. This guy was like an older version of him but slightly different. With his own head swirling in confusion and annoying emotions, it'd help to relate with one of the few out there that he could.

Cackles gave a shrug, pocketing his contraband.

"Relax, Ace Bandage. The schools gone to s**t. We could smoke here and I think they'd deal more with the noisey pants-pissers."

This guy was pretty awesome. No fear, just relaxed and hearty in response. The guy even had a sense of humor unlike others who cringe at anything he ever did. Even the demon girl was close to that expression when they first met... no, no depressing talks. It was time to relax and chill with someone who actually could get him.

OOC: FFFFFF.. We posted at the same time, lovely =w=