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impyssadobsessions · 1 year
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Bully: Political Arsony
“Gary, we could get into some serious trouble for this.” Pete whined as they crept in the hallways, looking out for prefects.
“Stop being such a baby, Pete. Sheesh. I knew I should've asked that moron instead. He wouldn't have whined.” Gary hissed at the smaller teen, “Now keep it down. They're almost done patrolling.”
Pete huffed, but kept quiet. He didn't want to do this, but Gary never took “no” for an answer. His grip tightened on the stink bomb in his hands.
“Coast is clear, c'mon,” Gary waved Pete to follow as they walked up to the second floor where the front office was.
“Oh, this is going to be good. I bet that nerd Earnest is going to throw a fit when the Head refuses to do a re-vote.” Gary snorted a dorky laugh.
“Earnest is going to throw a fit anyway. There's no way he would have won.” Pete said as he followed Gary to the voting box that sat on Ms. Danvers' desk.
Gary rubbed his hands together, practically bouncing in his spot. “We should have picked up a dead rat too. That would really give off the patriotic spirit.”
“Uh-huh. Let's just do this and go-”
“Ahh!” A short scream came from out of the hall, as sound of sneakers squeaked on the floor.
“Shh! Algie! You're going to get us caught.” An awkward voice hissed in a not so quiet whisper.
“I can't help it! I-I tripped!” Algie's voice squeaked, “Aww, man. I think some went down my leg.”
“Shh, mighty warrior, Algernon. We must hurry with our quest, for behest our dearest leader.” That was definitely Melvin.
Gary and Pete locked eyes, for a moment. Gary grinned cheekily as Pete gave him a frown in return. He shoved the box to the table in the corner of the room and then dragged Pete to hide behind the counter.
Gary put a finger to his lips and whispered, “On three toss the stink bomb at those losers.”
“Gary-” Pete clasped his hands tight around the stink bomb. His palms were sweating.
“Shhush-and just do it.” Gary warned with a glare, before returning to his grin. His legs swaying back and forth as he tried to keep his excitement down.
Pete pressed his back to the counter and listened as the small group of nerds shuffled into the office. Biting his lip to hold back a whine.
“Box procured! What now?” Algie asked as he grabbed the box.
“Now I shall place my enchantment of deception. These fools have too low of intelligence to figure out my illusion.” Cornelius, Pete's thinks, said as the sound of paper shuffled.
Pete looked back at Gary who was mouthing the conversation, in a mocking way by making silly expressions. Pete shook his head at the boy's dramatics, but a smirk was plastered on his face. He was trying hard not to snicker.
“Wow, did you write all those yourself?” Algie asked.
“No, of course not. I just wrote a few and had them copied. As long as there is enough variants, Ms. Danvers won't know the difference!”
Pete covered his face with his hand, as Gary started going off script. By Gary's gesturing and lip movement, Pete had guessed Gary was going something on the lines of: “Oh Fuck me Cornelius, I want something in my pants besides pee!”
Pete was starting to think he hung around Gary too much. Not that he chose to but still..
“Hold on, brave knight. We must open the sacred box before slipping the charms in. We can't have an amount more than what is in the box, otherwise the succubus will suspect tampering.” Melvin spoke.
“Oh-haha.. right.”
Pete looked back at Gary when he nudged him. The scarred teen raised a finger, signally one. Pete nodded, as he scooted closer to the edge of the counter. Carefully he peered around the corner.
He saw them all huddled around the box, trying to pry it open. How many nerds does it take to open a box? Apparently more than three. Gary would probably have a better punchline for that.
“Ugh, its no use. I should have brought my axe.” Algie whined.
“That dull thing would have crushed it. I do believe I have a lock-pick in my inventory.” Melvin patted his pockets.
“I can't believe you guys! You guys were suppose to figure out how to open it!” Cornelius huffed.
Trouble in paradise. Seriously, they were suppose to be smart.
Pete jolted as he felt hot breath on his neck. Gary was peaking over his shoulder, and snorted at the pink shirt boy's reaction.
“You hear that?” Melvin asked, turning behind him.
Pete and Gary leaning back behind the counter, before he could see them. Gary held two fingers in front of Pete's face, wiggling them.
“I didn't hear anything over Algie's grunting and wheezing.” Cornelius was agitated.
Pete fixed his grip on the stink bomb, shifting his stance. Knowing that they were probably going to run.
“I still scored higher than you on the physical test! So there-neh!” Algie stuck his tongue out at the dark-skin teen.
Cornelius and Algie started pushing and slapping at each other.
Pete felt a chill down his spin as he heard a flick and sizzle behind him.
“Gentlemen- please!” Melvin tried to pull them apart as they bumped into the table making the box fall off the table.
“Now, Pete! Fire in the hole!” Gary tossed a firecracker at the nerds, then jumped over the counter.
“You said on three!” Pete hurried to toss the stink bomb, blinding the three and covering them in stink. He scrambled across the counter, pulling his collar over his face.
“Three smee. I gotta keep you on your toes somehow.” Gary and Pete ran out of the office as they heard sounds of the three throwing up and screeching.
“Well, now that went unexpected. Nonetheless, I do believe we succeeded Pete.” Gary claimed as they made there way back to the dorm, taking a shortcut through the fence.
Pete coughed and wheezed, trying to get air back into his lungs, before climbing over. He was not cut out for running for long and the stink bomb didn't help.
“Uh-huh.. How so?” Pete asked as he hauled himself over the broken fence with a grunt.
Halfway over the wall, Pete whipped his head back at the sound of fire alarm. It rang loudly from the main building. The three nerds falling and stumbling down the main steps as they headed their way back to the dorm.
Pete looked back over to see Gary grinning, then shook his head with a sigh.
~
The next morning, Ms. Danvers' voice rang through out the school on the intercom.
“Attention little rugrats- Because of the little stunt last night, it took firefighters an hour before they came to assess the VERY REAL fire. Luckily, thanks to the sprinkler system the fire was put out before further damage could be done.”
“We have reason to believe the cause of the fire was politically motivated, as the damage was remotely done to the voting box. So, in turn, we have revoked your rights in choosing the school president this year. I need not remind you that as adolescents you have NO RIGHTS and voting was merely our way of encouraging you to make the RIGHT choices. Which you have time and again proven that you cannot.”
“That saying, our new school president is Ted Thompson. Let's celebrate with a polite and non-disruptive clap for Mr. Thompson.”
The class erupted into a roar, by mostly the four jocks attending it. Pete politely clapped with the rest, until he felt something bounce off his head. He turned to look back at Gary sat leaned back in his chair. His feet sat on the desk, his arm was behind his head, and he was playing with a pencil in his free hand.
Pete raised a brow, wondering what got Gary so wired now. Gary rolled his eyes and gestured with the tilt of his head down. Pete looked down, seeing the wad of paper that had hit him moments ago. He reached down to pick it up.
“And NO, Earnest, this is non-negotiable. We must honor all students successes, even if it was due to unfair circumstances. That's simply how the world works. Thank you.” The intercom screeched before shutting off for good.
He opened it up and immediately regret it. He glared back at Gary, who just snickered into his hand.
It was a drawing of last nights events, or at least a Gary retelling. Pete just shoved the paper into his bag, praying no one saw it as Mr. Hatterick tried to get everyone's attention again.
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