Kendra crept away from the crusty dining hall, her backpack a rock on her shoulders and her Holy Band Beanie situated snugly atop her head. The space was empty save for a few poles, a bannister, a water bottle-refilling station, and–
Him.
Atop the fountain sat the demonic octopus, its gaze fixated on Kendra. She pulled her Holy Band Beanie tighter over her ears and set her backpack aside, then clenched her fists. Without stretching first, she barreled toward the accursed thing with the most vicious battle cry known to mankind, a war chant dredged up from the countless minute spent cadencing with the band to football games.
“BUTTEEEEEER!!!” Her legs pumping, she shot toward the octopus, her arms outstretched, ready to destroy the thing–
THWOMP.
She crashed into something solid and human-shaped. It toppled backward but did not fall onto the floor, which just saved Kendra from faceplanting before a rando who had not been there a mere two seconds before. When her vision cleared, she realized she was staring at a figure clad in black form-fitting athletic wear from shoulder to toe. Diminutive and squirrely, the figure bounced up and down his feet to shake out his muscles, unperturbed by Kendra steamrolling into him, then flashed her a smile that eerily resembled that of the demon octopus.
“Hello there,” boomed Franklin F. Franklin.
“Franklin, wh–how–.”
Franklin simply lifted an as-of-now unbruised finger upward. Kendra’s eyes followed him and found a missing ceiling tile beyond which the ventilation shafts loomed.
“I’m a cymbal player. A little knee-bending doesn’t scare me.” Again, that smile. “I was hoping you’d figure it out sooner. You know, since I am the lord of reversible stuffed octopi.”
“F-figure out what?” Kendra was dizzy; her head was spinning. Everything she’d been through in the past week was because of Franklin?
“I was trying to film an iMovie about sentient stuffed octopi, but you kept popping up in all my critical shots. Don’t worry; I’ll edit you out of them.” Noting Kendra’s incredulous expression, Franklin erased his smile.
“It was on my bed!!!”
I didn’t mean for that to happen! He just fell from my hand, bro! I am sorry about that one. It was completely unintentional.” As he talked, Franklin approached the apparently-not-demonic octopus and plucked it from the water bottle filler. “Anyway, I’m almost done filming. Just two more months to go!” He flashed Kendra a thumbs-up, bent his knees, and launched himself back into the building’s crawlspace.
Kendra shook. All of the running, all of the terror, and it had been–it wasn’t–.
“Hey, Kendra!”
She whirled around. The space was suddenly teeming with students, though she was certain no one had been there a moment before. Hilary waved at her with a smile that betrayed her ignorant bliss. “We gotta get to class, sis. Everything okay?”
“Y-yeah,” Kendra stammered. She stooped down to pick up her backpack again. Franklin. Franklin was–.
All of this for an iMovie?
She pushed her terror away, squared her shoulders, and trudged beside Hilary into the snow.
The End! For now………………..
More things will happen next week!
