The funny thing about two witches being inside of the school wasn't even them, it was how everyone else was reacting. Fell honestly couldn't care less about witches being there. As if he was going to just take that handout and try to kill a vulnerable witch. The whole point of being here was to stick it to his family and dumb brother, and that meant he would kill a witch from his training. When he wanted to kill a witch, he wanted it to be a fair fight, and he wasn't about to go lunge across the room to the witch who was holding another unconscious skeleton.

Sci was the one who seemed to be freaking out the most, occasionally twitching in his seat as his hand jerked with equations despite not having a pen and paper. Yup, that was his meister. The one he was holding back by forcefully laying his feet across his lap so Sci couldn't lunge across the room to start dissecting the witches. Sci didn't even want their souls for Fell, all he cared about was knowledge about their souls. Through experiments.

Fell has been Sci's partner for a bit, and overall he's gotten pretty used to it. Sci was a bit... okay, he was very insane, but Fell was actually kind of happy he got Sci as his partner. The guy was crazy, yeah, but he was fun and actually really good at handling Fell's weapon form. He doubted anyone but Sci could handle a chainsaw, his meister did need a little amount of crazy to run into battle with that as their weapon. And Sci sure did fit that.

"Here, I brought some anatomy books about a rare species," Fell muttered, grabbing his bookbag and giving them to Sci.

It was oddly fun to be with Sci. His eccentric personality was fun to watch, and Fell would admit he enjoyed having Sci as his meister. The guy didn't hold back, and it was nice. Not to mention he was freakishly smart, so he often helped Fell with his grades. Which was nice, considering Fell was really bad with that kind of stuff.

"Nice," Sci said, pulling open the book.

Dream and Killer were both sitting across from him inside of the hallway, awkwardly holding hands. They probably only started going out that morning when the two ran off, since they had spent five minutes trying to figure out how to hold hands. Eh, he figured it would happen.

Honestly, Fell didn't see why Dream kept looking at him like that. So what if he was a witch? That didn't mean crap, honestly. Fell never really did have a stance on the whole witch thing. If Dream attacked him, he'd attack back, but the guy hasn't really done anything wrong. When Fell thought about threatening witches, he didn't think about Dream.

No, he thought about his brother.

The infirmary door opened as the Grim Reaper stepped out, the nurse following. The two gave soft goodbyes before the nurse was closing the door, leaving the Grim Reaper in the hallway.

"Thanks for distracting Sci, Fell," She addressed him first, "You've been very helpful with keeping his outbursts down."

"No prob," Fell said, shooting a finger gun at her.

"And uh... Dream," She said, turning towards the student and his weapon.

Fell hadn't heard their conversation before, but he did hear about the rule she had enforced about the two witches being on campus. No one was allowed to attack them, period. If anyone tried to take their souls, the Grim Reaper would deal with them. Dream and his brother must have managed to convince her about letting them live, somehow.

"I'm sorry about all of this," Dream said, softly.

It was very sudden when this all went down. Dream and Killer apparently had skipped class to go on a date, only to be rushing back with a witch and injured skeleton meister in hand, requesting that the Grim Reaper allow them to at least heal the skeleton.

"It's fine, this academy was created with peace in mind," She said, brown hair moving gently as she walked forward. "And neither you nor Nightmare have been a threat to that peace. You could have infiltrated the academy from the inside, but you didn't. Instead, you brought an injured teenager to be healed. And Nightmare told me about the threat of this witch, I had never anticipated that XGaster would come back."

"Back?" Dream asked.

"You and your brother are young witches, so you likely wouldn't know," Bubbly had said, "But XGaster has been involved with me before. Either way, Nightmare has explained the full situation to me. XGaster is using the demon sword, Chara, to create another Kishin. That means the largest threat to peace right now is not witches, it's XGaster."

"Another Kishin? Is that guy crazy?" Fell asked.

"Yes, he is the witch of insanity," Bubbly answered, "But the other witches are against it as well. Which makes us allies."

"Wait, hold on..." Fell said. "There's a big leap from being enemies to being allies. Just because the witches are the enemy of our enemy doesn't make us f*cking best friends. They still kill our people and we still kill them, just because Dream and the other one are nice doesn't mean crap about us being allies with every witch."

"Of course, but that doesn't mean that we can't make allies with them," Bubbly said, looking at him. "Nightmare has explained that the witches have already been planning against him. While I doubt the head witch would be very happy to have a call from me, I do know how to contact them in case something like this happens."

"Are you saying we're going to be teaming up with witches?" Fell asked.

"Precisely."