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Your room was messy from unpacking. Clothes and makeup lie scattered across the floor as you wake up. As much as you wanted to fall back asleep, you turn your phone on to check the time.
8:43. Oh shit, you were late. Why did you decide to have math class so early in the morning? Begrudgingly, you got out of your half-made bed and put clothes on.
As you opened the door, you immediately scanned the room for places to sit. Nowhere. That's what you get for being late. Why do so many people want to take math so early? A hint of concern creeped onto your face. Everyone was focused on their phone or chatting with their friends. The professor was sitting at her desk typing away on her computer.
One particular classmate stood out to you; literally, he was monstrously tall. He wore a 18th century apothecary mask and a black hoodie, with matching jeans. On both sides of him were empty chairs. What a character. You steel yourself as you march towards your only seating options.
Once you sit down, he looks at you and gives a little chirp. You try your best to hide a scrunched-up face that screams why-the-fuck-would-you-do-that. "Hello" he says. Oh my god do you have to talk to him? "Oh, hi." You really wanted another seat right now. Your boyfriend would be furious if he knew you were associating with some weirdo like him. You really don't want to make him mad.
Just then, you get a text from him; are u free tn? You smiled as your phone lit up. yeah why do u ask? You watch the three dots appear as he sends the text: u wanna go out? ;). Despite this temporary bliss, you could feel two eyes boring into your phone. Looking up, you see that weird bird-mask dude with his beak pointed right at you. "Do you need something?" You spit out. "No. I was just seeing what you are doing. What is your name?" You inform him of your name and he stares blankly at you. "So what's yours?" you ask back.
"Doctor"
"Excuse me?"
"Doctor. My name is doctor." He insists.
I should seriously just leave right now. You think. Suddenly, the professor gets up and calls the class' attention to her with a clap.
As she goes over the course syllabus, you stare at this "doctor." Something about him seemed incredibly off. The way he breathed was unnatural, and he was way too tall for a normal person. His hands were concealed by gloves, and his fingers tapered off into incredibly sharp tips, sharper than the pencil in your fingers. Looking at your own nails, it was either the work of an extraordinary nail tech
or he wasn't even human.
"For your first assignment" The professor instructs, "You will be in a group project with the person next to you."
Oh god. Doctor had nobody next to him. You would be working with this guy.
As you stumbled out of math class, Doctor decided to walk after you.
"So, we are going to be working on this project together, sweetie?"
You crane your neck up to him, and was about to ask about that nickname before you heard a familiar voice.
"Heyyyyy, look who it is!" Oh. It's your boyfriend. He was with his friends, and was walking quickly towards you.
Oh no. You start panicking. Doctor clearly notices something is wrong. "Are you okay? Your heart is racing."
"Yeah I'm fine see you later." You walk after your boyfriend.
Silence ensues. Your boyfriend and his posse eye you down after witnessing what seemed like you speaking to the strangest person on campus, no less a guy. As he walked with you, little by little the group disappeared until it was only you and him.
"You really wanna do this? You're really gonna talk to some freaks?" He snarled at you.
"He's my partner for this project I have. I'm sorry." You wanted to curl up into a ball.
"My friends think I'm an idiot for being with you. You're a fucking whore if you're gonna keep indulging that guy." He retorts.
"I was just being polite to him!" Your volume was too loud for his liking. He hit you enough to make you stumble backwards. The initial white-hot pain subsided to a numbing throb. You couldn't cry. You weren't exactly stunned, as he stood there with an irate look on his face.
"There's a frat party tonight. You can come, but I'm not sure you won't just fuck every guy there." He kicks dirt at you as he walks away.
Unbeknownst to you, Doctor had seen everything that just transpired. He was in disbelief. You were incredibly pretty. As short as you were with him, he could sense that something was wrong, and his guess was correct. He wanted to check your injury, and make sure your "boyfriend" didn't hit you too hard. But he heard a voice call to him, velvety and calm.
"Getting attached so soon?"
Jester strode towards him. "No," he responded, "I was just curious as to what they were doing after class."
As little emotion Doctor shows, Jester knew he wasn't telling the truth.
"You had just witnessed what they do to their own kind- what could they be capable of against us?" Jester was serious now. He knew what Doctor would do, and it wouldn't be a very pretty look.
Doctor thought this over. You were clearly a patient in need of help. But how could he help someone who was clearly uncomfortable around him? Something deep inside you seemed like you didn't want this. He needed to get closer to you.