High Life fibre Diet: Part 1

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>You are Anon, the perfectly normal highschool student, and you are currently going about your perfectly normal morning routine which is as follows.
>Wake up.
>Lounge in bed.
>Contemplate getting up.
>Continue lounging.
>Finally decide to get up
>Lounge for 10 more minutes.
>Get up.
>Eat breakfast.
>Shower.
>Brush teeth.
>Get dressed.
>Collect school supplies.
>Walk to school.
>As you complete part 12 of your early morning ritual you glance at the calendar.
>Wednesday, April 17.
>It's been four months since Ryūko joined your class, and got pared with you on that stupid research assignment.
>About three and half months since you received a 'B' on that same assignment.
>And about two months since you started to realize that Ryūko occupied your thoughts more than most other people.
>Something about her set your heart a flutter.
>But you simply go on your merry way, the numbers on the calendar simply being tucked away as auxiliary information as you hurry out the door.

>You are the coiled mass of life fibres clinging to Anon's scalp.
>Unlike your unwitting host you actually take note of the date as it has been 4 months since that idiot godrobe had broken the picture frame he and you had been trapped in.
>4 months since you had attached yourself to Anon's scalp.
>4 long months of being scrubbed with shampoo, and hosed with water all while trying to hold on for dear life.
>4 months.
>And in two days you will finally have enough strength to finish your regeneration and give that bitch Ryūko what she deserves.
>If you had a face your smile would strike fear into the hearts of children everywhere.

>"Yo, Anon!"
>Ryūko's voice grabs your attention, interrupting your slow walk to class.
"Morning Ryūko, Senketsu."
>You say tiredly as you stifle a yawn.
>Ryūko and Senketsu exchange glances.
>"You alright Anon? Ya look a little tired."
>You give a dismissive wave as subvert another yawn.
"I'm fine, it's just early."
>"Eh, if you say so. Maybe you should go to sleep earlier."
"Who are you, my mother?"
>Ryūko points to the eye sewn to her uniform's neckerchief.
>"His suggestion." She says with a chuckle.
>You roll your eyes.
"Whatever. Hey, what class do we have first?"
>Ryūko thinks for a second.
>"Uhh... I think it's history."
"Great, I can sleep through that."
>You say with smile.
>Ryūko gives an exasperated sigh as the two of you resume the walk to the first class of the day.

>You are Senketsu, a perfectly Bro-tier godrobe.
>And you can feel something in the air.
>Not just the boredom from listening to droning voice of the history teacher.
>"And so the German forces were trapped in Russia at the mercy of the soviet troops..."
>There's a malevolent force that permeates your fibres and gives you the feeling that something isn't right.
"Ryūko?"
>"Hmm?"
"Do you feel... Strange at all?"
>"Eh! What kind of question is that?!"
>You roll your eye.
"That heavy feeling. Are you getting it too?"
>Ryūko casts an awkward glance in your direction.
>"Should I be?"
"..."
>Ryūko smiles as she turns her attention back to the front of the class.
>"If it's got you so troubled I'll keep my eye out."
>You hope that last comment wasn't intentional.

>Anon-O'-Vision™
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>The loud chiming of Westminster Quaters over the school PA brings a smile to your face.
>As the teacher excuses the class you begin collecting your materials.
>After less than ceremoniously stuffing your supplies into your bag you make a bee-line for the door.
"The sooner I get home the quicker I can sleep."
>You mutter to yourself.
>Despite napping through two classes today you still find yourself feeling fatigued, perhaps more so than before.
>All you can think about is getting home and going to sleep.
>In your single minded quest to return to your bed you weave in and out of the crowded hallways on your way out of the school building and into the sunlight.
>You stop to give your eyes time to adjust to the light when you feel a tap on your shoulder, as Ryūko steps into your view.
>"You ran off a the instant we we're let let out, you feeling okay?"
"Uhh. Yeah I'm fine. Just eager to get home and take a nap."
>Ryūko gives a concerned look or what looks like one, it's a tad difficult to tell with the sun still scorching your retinas.
>"You sure you're sleeping enough? You slept through two periods today."
>You half smile and nod your head.
"I'm sure."
>"If you say so. See you tomorrow." >Ryūko waves as she walks away.
You wave in response and start walking.
>You fail to take more than five steps however as you lose your balance and stumble forward falling face first onto the ground as you pass out.

>Your eyes slowly peel open.
>The blurry image your bedroom ceiling meeting your gaze as your mind slowly wakes up.
>With a low groan you sit up and wipe the crust from the corners of your eyes.
"Shit... What happened?"
>You mutter to yourself as you look around.
>Your bedroom surrounds you which puts you on edge.
>The last thing you remember is the ground getting uncomfortably close to your face.
>How you returned to your house is beyond you.
>Cautiously you run your hands over your face, thankfully nothing seems swollen or out of place.
>As you flop back onto your bed the door swings open and collides with the door-stop the loud thump startles you.
>"You're awake!"
>You turn towards the doorway to see Ryūko beaming at you.
"Ryūko?"
You say.
"Did you bring me here?"
>"Yeah, you're heavier than I expected."
>You blush slightly and turn away from her to hide your reddened cheeks.
"Uh... Thanks."
>"No problem."
>Turning back to face Ryūko again you give her an inquisitive look.
"Did you really carry me all the way here?"
>"Yeah, why? Would you've preferred I'd dragged ya?"
You smile and laugh.
"No, I'm fine with being carried, just didn't expect it is all."
>Ryūko smiles.
>The both of you sit in awkward silence for an uncomfortable length of time before Ryūko breaks the silence.
>"Well... If you're awake now then I guess I'll get going." Ryūko says as she heads for the door.
>"Try and get some proper sleep Anon, I don't wanna carry you home again tomorrow."
>With a wave she's gone, seconds pass and you hear the front door open and close.
>With a sigh you get up and head for the kitchen.
>Passing out works up an appetite ya know.
>Sitting on the table is a plate covered in tinfoil and a note.
>"Was saving these for the walk home, thought you'd need them more than me.
>-Ryūko"
>Peeling back the tinfoil reveals four breaded croquettes.
>With a smile and a sigh you stuff one of the fried pockets of heaven into your mouth and chew.
"Ryūko..."

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>There it was again.
>That ominous feeling.
>It hadn't really gone away from earlier so much as it had faded, but it had become more noticeable now.
"Ryūko tell me you can feel that."
>"Barely, is that what you were on about this morning?"
"Yes."
>Ryūko breaths out heavily.
>"Do you think we should be worried?"
"We should be on guard. Worrying will only make us paranoid."
>"I suppose you're right." Ryūko says with a sigh.
>The rest of the walk home is spent in silence.