FAF high (we are all high here)

Running in the Hallways: The story of FAF High

-Part 2 of Sparta's personal circle of hell

AN: I never thought you'd actually want more of this!

PREVIOUSLY ON FAF HIGH:

Shit happened.
. . .

I always hated lunch at school.

The crowds, the smells and the atmosphere itself was unbearable. Waiting in a long line, I ended up with a scoop of what I could roughly identify as a cross between mashed potatoes and disregarded taco meat. I found myself sitting by some weird florescent green kid, who was fortunate enough to have packed his own food. Out of boredom, I asked him what he brought.

"The usual, a jam sandwich!"

Indeed, it was two slices of bread, with a layer of jelly between them about a couple inches thick, no peanut butter in sight. He ate it like nobody's business.

It has been a couple of periods since manifesting in a classroom for no apparent reason. However, it appears as if I was always here. I have a full class schedule, current grades, some students and teachers can even call me by name. It's like I phased into another version of my life. I was capable of falling into the mechanical routine of public school fairly quickly.

FAF High is a two-story building, with an equal amount of classrooms and lockers on each floor, save the gymnasium and cafeteria, which have been claimed by the ground. After eating a shit lunch, I located my locker on the top floor. The combination had apparently been preprogrammed into my brain, because I had no trouble opening it on the first try. Inside were some loose papers and a couple of textbooks I'll probably need later.

Moseying down the hallway to find the stairs, I an unexplained empty section of the hall sparked curiosity in me. At the end of the hall, there were no doors or anything. I took curiosity's suggestion and went to investigate.

Curiosity is an asshole.

Just when I least expected it, my foot plunged through the floor, as if it were made of air. The empty hallway fizzled a little, giving light to it's true identity- a downward staircase. Head first, I went, yelling extended profanity all the way to the ground floor. With the boom of a Jurassic-tiered crash, I landed.

. . .

Shakedown time.

Regaining consciousness, I became well aware of what I was up against.

Three guys sprouted matching 50's hairdos. One was a tall, muscular red fox, and had a kickass gotee. Another one was a Pokémon, a zoroark. Third guy was clearly the boss of this operation. He was dangerous, a round white egg with two legs proding out, an oversized hatchling with its shell still on. A sharp beak poked out the front, with sleazy eyes to match.

Next to me were a Gnarl and Jam Boy, fellow victims of the petty kidnapping. We were tied together by the hands, one on each side of me. We were behind the school, where no adults were to be found.

"You really fell for that AGAIN, Sparta?" The zoroark laughed. "It's like you're weak against illusion!"

The egg scoffed. "My god, Dogit, I thought you'd check your lunch twice after I put sleeping powder in your jam last week. I can't believe I got away with it today."

"Oh Gnarl," the fox sighed. "Did you really think you could take me on? You were out in one hit."

Boss Egg concluded with "Alright, you all have stuff we want. Let's dig in!"

"Isn't it after lunch?" I criticized, keeping my cool, "I mean, we spent our lunch money already..."

They weren't looking for cash apparently. They must've got other clients to rob for funding...

With determination, they went through our bags. Dogit (Jam Boy) lost some school supplies. I was stripped of a bag of chips and a few snacks I  apparently had with me (why didn't I eat those for lunch!?) Then I watched the fox take car keys out of Gnarl's bag.

"Not the Skunk! Anything but the Skunk!" It was probably the nickname of his car.

 The Zoroark turned to me and said softly: "You can thank me for the graffiti" Shit! That asshole framed me for last night.

"Who the hell are you, like junior assholes or something!" I asked.

"We are FAF's businessmen" the egg explained. "We keep you down while keeping us up! ROLL CALL!"

"SNIPER!" The fox shouted.

"NINTEN!" The zoroark announced

"And I'm Eggdoger" said the leader, "together, we are..."

"THE GREASEFURS!" Yelled all three.

"Smell ya later, losers!" The egg yelled, "Let's bounce!" and with rhythmic snapping, they danced off.

And Gnarl, Dogit and I were left bound behind the school.

"What a bunch of Westside Story fucks!" I exclaimed.
. . .

NEXT TIME ON FAF HIGH:

Shit happens.