After a polite, yet terrifying round of questioning by the new homeroom teacher of class 2F, the teacher of 3E stammered out an explanation. Apparently, every year all the problem students, whether they were underachievers, delinquents or whatever else might make it troublesome to teach, would be thrown into the school's waste basket that was class 2F. To a lazy teacher it was a dream come true being assigned to this class, as none, not even the teachers, care what happened to the students in this class. Hence most professors would just sleep in and fool around instead of coming to class. Even if the students complained, nobody would listen. As long as the students themselves didn't die on school grounds nobody, none would come to answer their cries for help, which is why…
"YOU LITTLE BITCH!"
*SLAP*
In a secluded corner of the academy, a group of girls who had been stalking a certain professor just this morning could be seen bullying a purple haired girl.
"I bet you thought you hit the jackpot with your new professor you slut. But guess what? We are going to make sure he doesn't give you the light of day." The leader of the group said as she pulled out a box cutter and started cutting her face as she held her head up by her hair.
Just then, a teacher walked by.
"Help!" She yelped, but the teacher just shrugged and left.
"You get it now? You class F's are just trash in the wind. Know your place and let us have some fun with that face of yours"
"Haha your so cruel."
"She deserves it"
"Don't say that. She should be honored to be played with by someone from another class."
"Hay, what is that thing?"
Just then, one of the girls noticed the little doll squirming in the purple haired girls pocket.
"NO! DON'T!"
"Grabb her"
At the leader's command the group of girls restrained her as they pulled out the doll, struggling to escape the leader's hand.
"What's up with this shitty little golem."
"GIVE IT BACK!!!" the Purple haired girl screamed as she struggled to escape the girls holding her down.
"OH! That's no way to ask for a favor." The leader said as she moved her box cutter to the doll's neck.
"PLEASE!!! I'LL DO WHATEVER YOU WANT JUST PLEASE DON'T BREAK HIM!" The purple haired girl screamed and begged as tears started welling up in her eyes.
"Anything?"
"Yes, I'll do whatever you want mistress F"
"Fujimoto Akane. A 1st tier mage, who contracted a lesser light spirit at the age of 5. The third daughter of the seventh concubine of the head of the Fujimoto family who are currently among the top investors of Shiro Magic Academy for budding young mages."
Suddenly, from out of the shadows a squint-eyed professor Sun walked out wearing his brand-new golden monocle.
"P-P-PROFESSOR SUN?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?"
"My students were late for class so I came looking for them, as any self-respecting educator should."
The purple-haired girl looked up at him with an empty emotionless stare, as all hope had already drained from her eyes.
"Now then, might these fine young delinquents tell me what you are all doing out of class."
"W-Well, our teacher was sick, so our class was cancelled, so we decided to play with the class F student."
"I see, so this is what kids find fun now adays? Mind if I join in?"
Just then, all the nervous girls let out a breath of relief. There had been many teachers before who had tried to stand up for the F class students in the past. But all of them disappeared soon after, either because of the bad-tempered vice principal or because they had gotten on the bad side of one of the school backers by punishing a student like miss Fujimoto.
"Well, then how-*SPLATT*"
Just then, Miss Fujimoto's head popped like a balloon as the world around them began to change. The blue sky turned a murky red as a translucent forcefield prevented anyone from escaping. As miss Fujimoto's lifeless body slumped to the ground, the realization of what they just witnessed sunk in. The previously smiling professor Sun had stopped squinting as his expression turned neutral. He waved his hand as another girl's head popped and one by one, they all died screaming for help. Their cries, never reaching the ears of anyone who cared. Once all of the girls had been killed, aside from the purple-haired girl on the ground. The professor walked up to the headless corpse of miss Fujimoto and picked up the wooden doll still trying to escape the now dead hands of the girl. And with that the world returned to normal as if nothing happened. The previously dead girls had come back to life without a scratch, while all the blood and flesh scattered across the school grounds had disappeared. The terrified gang of bullies soon fled in terror leaving their shivering leader behind.
"Oh, whatever is the matter miss? You're shaking like you just saw your own death?"
"Y-Y-Y-You're a-a-a-a-a m-m-m-m-monster." Those stammered words were the only ones miss Fujimoto was able to mutter in her current state.
"At least I'm not a little princess, riding off of my daddy's success to bully a stranger." As his metaphorical mask was beginning to slip Nox began to speak her true thoughts out loud.
"Y-You w-wo-"
"'You won't get away blah, blah, blah'. You have no proof of any wrongdoings. And even if you did, if you ever did go public with it." Just then the world began to dim as the whites in Nox's eyes turned black.
"I will find you, and no God nor demon can save you from what's to come. NOW SCRAM!!"
And with that, miss Fujimoto chased after her followers as she fled.
...
My name is Watanabe Aiko. I was originally raised by my grandfather who was an expert golemancer. But a few years ago, he passed away, leaving me in the care of the Shiro academies principal. The only thing he left me was the autonomous golem, shaped like a mannequin he made for me when I was 6 years old, that I named 'Little Grandpa'. I enrolled in the Shiro academy about a year ago, but for some reason I caught the attention of one of the highest-ranking girls in my grade, and shortly thereafter bullied by her clique as a result. The bullying began to escalate more and more until I was eventually transferred to the school's trashcan for underachievers, class 2F. The reasoning was that since the school couldn't afford to lose the backing of the Fujimoto Family, it would be best to just move me to somewhere the teachers wouldn't feel obligated to intervene, as the bullying would even happen during class, disrupting the lessons as a result.
I thought I could handle it. I believed I would be fine as long as I had grandpa's doll to console me, but…
"GIVE IT BACK!!!"
They took the last remnant of my grandpa and threatened to destroy it. I could feel the last dredges of my hope for a better tomorrow slip away as I began to beg the woman who has been torturing me since I enrolled for mercy. The teachers either can't or won't help, the principal is almost never here, and grandpa is gone. If I also lose my little grandpa, then I'll have nothing. It feels like the world is against me, as everyone is an enemy.
*SPLATT*
And just like that, the entire world turned upside down with his appearance. The bullies who were acting all high and mighty a minute ago were either dead, begging for mercy or screaming for help. And Fujimoto Akane, who was just threatening me a moment ago was lying dead on the ground, still clutching little grandpa who was lying still in her hands while he was focusing on the silver-haired man in a monocle. Then suddenly when the last girl died, he turned around to face me. I thought maybe it was my turn next, though I started to think it didn't really matter if it was. To my surprise he moved towards little grandpa and gently picked him up as the world returned to normal. The previously dead girls had come back to life and were running away in fear while Akane was sitting on the ground too scared to run as she stared at him.
"Oh, what's seems to be the matter miss? You're shaking like you just saw your own death?"
"Y-Y-Y-You're a-a-a-a-a m-m-m-m-monster."
"At least I'm not a little princess, riding off of my daddy's success to bully a stranger."
"Y-You w-wo-"
"'You won't get away blah, blah, blah'. You have no proof of any wrongdoings. And even if you did, if you ever did go public with it. I will find you, and no God nor demon can save you from what's to come. NOW SCRAM!!"
And with that, only the three of us, counting little grandpa, were left. The silver-haired man approached me. Crouching down to meet me at eyelevel before saying.
"Hey, brat. Is this guy yours?" All his polite speech had disappeared and all that was left was a rough and tuff gangster.
"Ugh, P-Please don't hurt him." I said as I could feel my eyes tearing up again.
I could feel him touch my face as he wiped away my tears, as a warm sensation spread across my scarred face.
"If this guy's important to you, then take better care of him next time." He said before giving me back my little grandpa.
"Thank yo- ugh"
Just then he tied me up and gagged me before hoisting me over his shoulder.
"That's one brat down. Two left to go." He said as he carried me off.