MCP#60X/B: The Nightmare of Napless Classes [Solo/Finished]
Apr 1, 2019 0:09:13 GMT
Post by Wish on Apr 1, 2019 0:09:13 GMT
MPC Name: Wild Card
/From Your Point of View
MPC Number: 60X
/60B
Chosen MPC Name: Back to School/Work
Chosen MPC Number: 54B
Reward Requested: Bits
Link: digimonforumrp.freeforums.net/thread/5437/mpc-54b-back-school-work
“M-m-m-my…” My voice was a barely audible mess. Like a rollercoaster, it slowly climbed up in volume, only to abruptly jump right back to its proper place, far, far lower as soon as I noted it. Some of my classmates went as far as to bend forward, leaning on the table, with their feet just barely touching the ground in an attempt to catch what I was actually attempting to stay. Unfortunately, even if they could hear perfectly, they wouldn’t be hearing much more than those that didn’t bother trying to hear. “My n-name is Yu-Yume Negai. I l-look forward to working with you for the remainder of this year.”
The whispers that quickly started after that disaster were quickly silenced by the teacher with a horizontal wave of the hand and her own words.
“It would appear Yume here recently disappeared and is suffering from some form of memory loss. While she certainly is joining us late in the year, I hope you will all offer your earnest cooperation to integrate her in the class and assist her in catching up with all of you.”
I gulped, barely raising my eyes. There were even more whispers than before. This was only natural. I was always falling asleep in class, making a clown of myself. There was no guarantee I wouldn’t do it again. Even what the teacher said was a huge pile of lies, but how else could I explain I was dragged away to a world full of monsters with superpowers that exists within a computer? They would imagine I just became a shut-in that plays games all night or something. Even with this lie, it was so half-baked I almost expected some of my classmates to be suspicious of that Yume Negai having such a reason to have been missing for a good chunk of the year.
“You can take a seat next to...Ah, Takana, how about it?”
Without a word, the male nodded. He and some other students near the table with stuff piled on it went to collect their goods, earning a frown from our teacher. She used to teach the other class, and at some point shifted to ours, so I knew that she was doing her best to hold back for my sake since we always heard her shouting across the walls two classes over whenever someone lit her short temper.
I couldn’t help the quick squeak and the massive shiver that coursed through my body with the teacher’s pat on my upper back. My feet dragged me to my seat robotically, as if wearing magnetic slippers and the floor was made of iron. Every little squeak made me moan at the memory of my return to the human world, of Cloudy bringing me a lottery ticket and the shopkeeper forcing me to pay for it. Then coming home…the tears in daddy’s eyes… that strong embrace that could have squeezed the blood out of me like an ultimate level digimon crushing me with an attack. And then the TV announced the lottery results and without possibly imagining what it would do, I had gasped at the fact the numbers were exactly the ones from my ticket.
My back hurt. When was the last time I had actually sat up straight, on an actual chair? This was, despite the fact that I actually felt like everything was so much heavier than usual. I wouldn’t be able to cough without someone reporting it to the next seat so intense their stares were.
Class resumed, as it turned out, it was about trigonometry or something of the likes of it. My eyelids blinked a little more what would be usual for most and I had to pull my head back every now and then to keep it from bobbing around. Why were classes such boring things? Why couldn’t all of math just be about counting sheep? Truth be told, I absolutely hated this policy of not being allowed to just lay down on my table and close my eyes like I used to do, I felt so tempted to just, you know, let myself go and take a quick nap, but with all those eyes staring at me, I wasn’t sure any little movement wouldn’t be some kind of meddlesome scandal. Last thing I wanted was to take out a bugger and it turn into something troublesome and nobody leave me in peace. The only consolation was those two tiny figures I could spot on a roof not far from my school, still watching over me even after all this happened and they had to hide because I didn’t want to give mom the scare of her life. I quietly swallowed a yawn.
The sound of the bell tuned me back into reality. It took me a moment to “unfreeze” my body, look to both sides as if I was about to cross the street, and finally take a deep breath. Here they come Yume, I told myself. Of course, were someone to show up to a high school class in such extraordinary circumstances as the ones I had claimed (even though my real circumstances were even more extraordinary, truth be told), people would gather around atthe first opportunity to bombard them with questions. Though I really didn’t want to, I wasn’t particularly left with much of a choice other than just taking it head on. I did worry what kind of questions they would ask me, whether I might slip up and accidentally give away I was actually not a case of amnesia…
A moment passed.
Then another.
I blinked. That became the most exciting moment of that couple of seconds. As I turned, people were leaving the classroom in a bit of a hurry, many whispering amongst themselves, and one particular girl with an eyepatch appearing to be dragged out of the classroom by a pair of her classmates. I shivered a little. Was that bullying? Were they bullying her? Should I do something about it? What could I even do...maybe if I called Toy and Cloudy over, no, I couldn’t do that just for this. But on my own, I was just the new amnesiac transfer student who was almost certain to fail the year. I was weak and even when I used to come to school for real I never did anything impressive. I just stayed there, in my own little chair, waiting for the next class to come.
….
“I’m-”
“Yume! Welcome back!” Daddy coming out of a threshold and embracing me took me a moment to process, but soon my wide eyes had turned into a wide smile. “How was school? Did you make any friends? Is your head alright?”
“I’m home daddy.” From there on out, the day had remained pretty unventful. Every time, everyone left the classroom the moment the classes ended. I just remained there in my chair, except during lunch time which allowed me to finally take a nap. My legs and arms barely responded, just not enough energy to do anything, let alone try to TALK to people or make friends. If anything, it almost felt as though people were avoiding me. But it would just break daddy’s heart to tell him that. “You’re being such a worrywart. Like I told the doctor it’s not like I get pains or anything like that, even if I did forget some things. I was able to talk to some nice people today though. Maybe we’ll become friends soon!”
It almost broke MY heart to see him almost tearing up at such a thing.
“God writes straight with crooked lines.” He told himself, nodding to himself. “I’ll get dinner later. Introduce me to your friends sometime, I’d love to meet them!”
Even though I was pretty sure I had told him that they weren’t my friends yet, I couldn’t bring myself to correct him as he passed through the threshold again, towards the kitchen.
The next day, I found my chair even less comfortable than the previous day. Not long after, I discovered this was due to a small shred of paper with the words Garden, lunch hour, alone, and whatever sound a tiny deflating baloon makes escaped my lips. My gaze shot around the classroom, examining the people conversing with each other, laughing, giving me weird stares, or occupied with their own little things. The teacher’s entrance made it too awkward to try to check who might be the culprit any further, especially considering the fact that most people were already here when I arrived. I silently cursed myself for sleeping in as usual. Then again, who could really blame me? Dreams were so nice! You could relax, you could do all kinds of amazing things, you didn’t have to deal with strangers who are curious about you, you can be brave, you can not be humiliated, such great places dreams were!
Maybe I should just not go. If I could make my intentions clear, of just wanting to be at peace, maybe they would leave me along, just not bother with me. I had nothing to offer. Yesterday had proven as much, right? No one had so much as talked to me. Not that I minded, not at all, not in the slightest. I mean, all I did was sleep anyway, and that was quite comfy, plus I had Toy and Cloudy, even if I couldn’t really talk to them at the moment and all. What worth was there to trying to retaliate against someone as useless as me just for not showing up once?
Despite the fact that there wasn’t the kind of murmuring and staring yesterday, I still felt that weight which didn’t let me get a wink in class, but I still laid on my table the moment the bell rang.
“I’m absolutely not going. I’m not wasting my precious nap time for this.” And so, by lunch time, I went to my usual napping spot without thinking twice, though in hindesight, maybe I should’ve, as I heard a chuckling behind me.
“So you’ve come, Yume Negai! I’ve been waiting!”
I froze, recalling that I passed through the garden on my path to my usual napping spot. I turned around to see who had just spoken. Medium-sized and unkept hair, eye patch covering her left eye, striking a pose not including her raised chin and avel eyes that seeming looked down on me even though we were about the same height, you could tell this person was troublesome. I let my head tilt a little to the side and gave her a smile.
“I’m sorry? Who might you be talking about?” It took a moment for the girl to respond, eyes wide open and her pose broken.
“Eh, you’re not? But I thought…”
“Maybe whoever you’re looking for went somewhere? If you’ll excuse me…” I began to retreat.
“WAIT!” I turned back around, the girl was pointing at something around my waist. “Rumours speak of one who always dreams.”
I tilted my head. In genuine confusion this time. She cleared her throat.
“I..uh… Only you wear pijamas to school...under your uniform…” Shucks, she got me. “A-anyway! There’s no use running, for I have found that which you lost, digimon tamer!”
“How do you know that word?” I took a step back. She took out her backpack, unzipped it, and revealed my digivice from within it, then another in a dark shade of purple. “You too?”
“Where are your partners? You did not loose them I hope?”
“They aren’t around.” I looked away.
Silence.
Still silence. It was becoming a little irritating, to be honest.
“Didn’t you have something to say to me?”
“Uh..I...I didn’t know, this is unbecoming I…” The girl buried her face in her hands and turned her back to me.
“She’s means, sorry for your loss.” Quite literally from her shadow, a very tiny figure appeared, to be more specific a tiny panda. A tiny panda with a scarf. I sighed, this was probably her digimon partner.
/From Your Point of View
MPC Number: 60X
/60B
Chosen MPC Name: Back to School/Work
Chosen MPC Number: 54B
Reward Requested: Bits
Link: digimonforumrp.freeforums.net/thread/5437/mpc-54b-back-school-work
Day 1
“M-m-m-my…” My voice was a barely audible mess. Like a rollercoaster, it slowly climbed up in volume, only to abruptly jump right back to its proper place, far, far lower as soon as I noted it. Some of my classmates went as far as to bend forward, leaning on the table, with their feet just barely touching the ground in an attempt to catch what I was actually attempting to stay. Unfortunately, even if they could hear perfectly, they wouldn’t be hearing much more than those that didn’t bother trying to hear. “My n-name is Yu-Yume Negai. I l-look forward to working with you for the remainder of this year.”
The whispers that quickly started after that disaster were quickly silenced by the teacher with a horizontal wave of the hand and her own words.
“It would appear Yume here recently disappeared and is suffering from some form of memory loss. While she certainly is joining us late in the year, I hope you will all offer your earnest cooperation to integrate her in the class and assist her in catching up with all of you.”
I gulped, barely raising my eyes. There were even more whispers than before. This was only natural. I was always falling asleep in class, making a clown of myself. There was no guarantee I wouldn’t do it again. Even what the teacher said was a huge pile of lies, but how else could I explain I was dragged away to a world full of monsters with superpowers that exists within a computer? They would imagine I just became a shut-in that plays games all night or something. Even with this lie, it was so half-baked I almost expected some of my classmates to be suspicious of that Yume Negai having such a reason to have been missing for a good chunk of the year.
“You can take a seat next to...Ah, Takana, how about it?”
Without a word, the male nodded. He and some other students near the table with stuff piled on it went to collect their goods, earning a frown from our teacher. She used to teach the other class, and at some point shifted to ours, so I knew that she was doing her best to hold back for my sake since we always heard her shouting across the walls two classes over whenever someone lit her short temper.
I couldn’t help the quick squeak and the massive shiver that coursed through my body with the teacher’s pat on my upper back. My feet dragged me to my seat robotically, as if wearing magnetic slippers and the floor was made of iron. Every little squeak made me moan at the memory of my return to the human world, of Cloudy bringing me a lottery ticket and the shopkeeper forcing me to pay for it. Then coming home…the tears in daddy’s eyes… that strong embrace that could have squeezed the blood out of me like an ultimate level digimon crushing me with an attack. And then the TV announced the lottery results and without possibly imagining what it would do, I had gasped at the fact the numbers were exactly the ones from my ticket.
My back hurt. When was the last time I had actually sat up straight, on an actual chair? This was, despite the fact that I actually felt like everything was so much heavier than usual. I wouldn’t be able to cough without someone reporting it to the next seat so intense their stares were.
Class resumed, as it turned out, it was about trigonometry or something of the likes of it. My eyelids blinked a little more what would be usual for most and I had to pull my head back every now and then to keep it from bobbing around. Why were classes such boring things? Why couldn’t all of math just be about counting sheep? Truth be told, I absolutely hated this policy of not being allowed to just lay down on my table and close my eyes like I used to do, I felt so tempted to just, you know, let myself go and take a quick nap, but with all those eyes staring at me, I wasn’t sure any little movement wouldn’t be some kind of meddlesome scandal. Last thing I wanted was to take out a bugger and it turn into something troublesome and nobody leave me in peace. The only consolation was those two tiny figures I could spot on a roof not far from my school, still watching over me even after all this happened and they had to hide because I didn’t want to give mom the scare of her life. I quietly swallowed a yawn.
The sound of the bell tuned me back into reality. It took me a moment to “unfreeze” my body, look to both sides as if I was about to cross the street, and finally take a deep breath. Here they come Yume, I told myself. Of course, were someone to show up to a high school class in such extraordinary circumstances as the ones I had claimed (even though my real circumstances were even more extraordinary, truth be told), people would gather around atthe first opportunity to bombard them with questions. Though I really didn’t want to, I wasn’t particularly left with much of a choice other than just taking it head on. I did worry what kind of questions they would ask me, whether I might slip up and accidentally give away I was actually not a case of amnesia…
A moment passed.
Then another.
I blinked. That became the most exciting moment of that couple of seconds. As I turned, people were leaving the classroom in a bit of a hurry, many whispering amongst themselves, and one particular girl with an eyepatch appearing to be dragged out of the classroom by a pair of her classmates. I shivered a little. Was that bullying? Were they bullying her? Should I do something about it? What could I even do...maybe if I called Toy and Cloudy over, no, I couldn’t do that just for this. But on my own, I was just the new amnesiac transfer student who was almost certain to fail the year. I was weak and even when I used to come to school for real I never did anything impressive. I just stayed there, in my own little chair, waiting for the next class to come.
….
“I’m-”
“Yume! Welcome back!” Daddy coming out of a threshold and embracing me took me a moment to process, but soon my wide eyes had turned into a wide smile. “How was school? Did you make any friends? Is your head alright?”
“I’m home daddy.” From there on out, the day had remained pretty unventful. Every time, everyone left the classroom the moment the classes ended. I just remained there in my chair, except during lunch time which allowed me to finally take a nap. My legs and arms barely responded, just not enough energy to do anything, let alone try to TALK to people or make friends. If anything, it almost felt as though people were avoiding me. But it would just break daddy’s heart to tell him that. “You’re being such a worrywart. Like I told the doctor it’s not like I get pains or anything like that, even if I did forget some things. I was able to talk to some nice people today though. Maybe we’ll become friends soon!”
It almost broke MY heart to see him almost tearing up at such a thing.
“God writes straight with crooked lines.” He told himself, nodding to himself. “I’ll get dinner later. Introduce me to your friends sometime, I’d love to meet them!”
Even though I was pretty sure I had told him that they weren’t my friends yet, I couldn’t bring myself to correct him as he passed through the threshold again, towards the kitchen.
Day 2
The next day, I found my chair even less comfortable than the previous day. Not long after, I discovered this was due to a small shred of paper with the words Garden, lunch hour, alone, and whatever sound a tiny deflating baloon makes escaped my lips. My gaze shot around the classroom, examining the people conversing with each other, laughing, giving me weird stares, or occupied with their own little things. The teacher’s entrance made it too awkward to try to check who might be the culprit any further, especially considering the fact that most people were already here when I arrived. I silently cursed myself for sleeping in as usual. Then again, who could really blame me? Dreams were so nice! You could relax, you could do all kinds of amazing things, you didn’t have to deal with strangers who are curious about you, you can be brave, you can not be humiliated, such great places dreams were!
Maybe I should just not go. If I could make my intentions clear, of just wanting to be at peace, maybe they would leave me along, just not bother with me. I had nothing to offer. Yesterday had proven as much, right? No one had so much as talked to me. Not that I minded, not at all, not in the slightest. I mean, all I did was sleep anyway, and that was quite comfy, plus I had Toy and Cloudy, even if I couldn’t really talk to them at the moment and all. What worth was there to trying to retaliate against someone as useless as me just for not showing up once?
Despite the fact that there wasn’t the kind of murmuring and staring yesterday, I still felt that weight which didn’t let me get a wink in class, but I still laid on my table the moment the bell rang.
“I’m absolutely not going. I’m not wasting my precious nap time for this.” And so, by lunch time, I went to my usual napping spot without thinking twice, though in hindesight, maybe I should’ve, as I heard a chuckling behind me.
“So you’ve come, Yume Negai! I’ve been waiting!”
I froze, recalling that I passed through the garden on my path to my usual napping spot. I turned around to see who had just spoken. Medium-sized and unkept hair, eye patch covering her left eye, striking a pose not including her raised chin and avel eyes that seeming looked down on me even though we were about the same height, you could tell this person was troublesome. I let my head tilt a little to the side and gave her a smile.
“I’m sorry? Who might you be talking about?” It took a moment for the girl to respond, eyes wide open and her pose broken.
“Eh, you’re not? But I thought…”
“Maybe whoever you’re looking for went somewhere? If you’ll excuse me…” I began to retreat.
“WAIT!” I turned back around, the girl was pointing at something around my waist. “Rumours speak of one who always dreams.”
I tilted my head. In genuine confusion this time. She cleared her throat.
“I..uh… Only you wear pijamas to school...under your uniform…” Shucks, she got me. “A-anyway! There’s no use running, for I have found that which you lost, digimon tamer!”
“How do you know that word?” I took a step back. She took out her backpack, unzipped it, and revealed my digivice from within it, then another in a dark shade of purple. “You too?”
“Where are your partners? You did not loose them I hope?”
“They aren’t around.” I looked away.
Silence.
Still silence. It was becoming a little irritating, to be honest.
“Didn’t you have something to say to me?”
“Uh..I...I didn’t know, this is unbecoming I…” The girl buried her face in her hands and turned her back to me.
“She’s means, sorry for your loss.” Quite literally from her shadow, a very tiny figure appeared, to be more specific a tiny panda. A tiny panda with a scarf. I sighed, this was probably her digimon partner.
“I wasn’t saying they are dead. They are just not right here. They are hidden. That’s your partner right? Can I go? I’m really sleepy… oh, but I do need my digivice back, so if you don’t mind...” The girl began chuckling for some reason,then it turned into full blown, rather loud laughter. I finally knew why she wanted to do this in secret, yet she was giving it away herself? Much to my dismay though, other than a few extra snickers no one seemed to bat an eye when they passed near us. The girl turned back around to me, face completely and utterly red.
“Of course, as expected of a fellow digimon tamer such as yourself! To employ such trickery…” What trickery? The other tamer raised her arm, pointing my own digivice at me. “Remember this name, for it shall echo through the ages, the name Omoharu Chuichuuni! I shall return this to you, but first, you swear your allegiance to our pact!”
“Aren’t those the same thing, kinda? Isn’t that too much of a bother?”
“A-ah, I see, so you do not want the digivice back then.”
“Thieving cat.”
“Am not!”
I held back the urge to snicker as well. Crap, I felt so sleepy I wasn’t thinking straight, my words were getting more and more, I guess rude? Mean? At this rate she might actually not return my digivice. I took a few step towards her, she took a step back, I kneeled in front of her.
“I swear my allegiance to this uh...pact, I guess. There, is that what you wan-”
I wasn’t able to finish the sentence. The girl was staring at me cheeks puffed out and teary-eyed, then she buried her face in her hands again and ran off on her own, dropping not only my own by her digivice as well. Her pandamon bowed to me and left running after her, seeming to meld back into the shadows after a moment.
Day 3
That girl did not come in the next morning. I found myself looking at the extra digivice under my table. This wasn’t like me at all. To talk that way, to act that way. I looked up. Even in the middle of class, what the teacher was saying was but background noise to me. These past two days, they had been nothing like me. It was time I got back on track: I yawned, and laid on my table.
“Miss Negai?” Was the last thing I heard the teacher say before I gently allowed my eyelids to close and eyerything turned black.
…
When I woke up a girl red as a tomato sporting an eye-patch was poking me in the back.
“Ah, Chui…” My voice was rather monotone or something. I yawned.
“My-my…”
“Oh!” I clapped my hands once together, and got out of my table, then reached beneath it and handed over her digivice. “You dropped it yesterday. A little clumsy, aren’t you? Hehe.”
“A-as expect of one I made a pact with, kukuku.” She stroke another pose. I wasn’t sure what she was trying to say, so I just nodded along with whatever she might be saying. It was nice, having someone to talk to like this.
“So, what should we do?”
“With..with our pact? I suppose… Stuff f-f-friends do?”
Oh, friends!
“Would you like to come to my place then? Daddy said he wanted to meet my friends.”
Final Word Count: Around 2582
