(*Throws WiFi out the window* “LET MEH UPDAAAAAATTEEEEEW”)

** Third Person's P.O.V **

The Broken One..

The next day went by, Fresh returned to school. Still healing. He sighed as he was once again in forever until the end of the school year, the first one in the class. “How long will you keep this up?” Fresh turned his attention away from his book and looked at Pro. Edgar. “Probably until I finish college” Fresh answered as Pro. Edgar smiled. “You know, one of the students overheard that you were injured yesterday. Was that true?” Fresh froze in the spot, should he answer and tell the truth or lie?

“Y-yes”

“Why? Who?”

“I d-don't know e..either way, I don't remember w-who h..h-hurt me and don't know why they hurt me” Fresh hung his head low, too broken to  answer. “I see” Pro. Edgar sighed, why would they target him out of all people? He sat down on his seat and scanned through the pages of his class record book. He searched and listed down the names that he thinks were suspects and witnesses. He need to get down to this, before Fresh dies out. He knew, how fragile Fresh is. His bones are weak, they were supposed to get strong but the ones who put him down weakened him. They way it weakened him, shot down his self-esteem. Lowering down 0.1% each and every second it does. He rubbed the sides of his forehead with his thumb and index fingers.

Pro. Edgar was worried about him, his well-being and health. Although, Fresh doesn't know this. Fresh only knew that he was helping him get through it, even when the pain would last forever until he dies. The door opened slightly and scared the life out of Fresh. He jumped in surprise, Pro. Edgar Sat him back down as he made a gesture using his hand. “Come in”
The person opened the door and stepped in, revealing Palette and Alphy. Fresh was surprised that they came to school early just to meet him or were they? 

The two sat alongside Fresh and started talking to him quietly. “Say, Palette. I heard you ran away, why is that?” Alphy started. Palette froze on the spot as he hung his head low. “I only ran away because of PJ. He was a jerk.” Palette muttered, merely below a whisper. “Wow, being a jerk would actually drive a person away. That's his specialty alright.” Fresh said, with sarcasm laced in his voice. “Hey, I also heard that you actually 'still' have a crush on Goth even he was 'harsh' on you these years” Fresh started. “S-shut up!” Palette blushed in embarrassment. “He's one of the people here who keeps me going” Palette admitted, Fresh and Alphy rose a brow at him. “I still ship it” they both whispered, but received a small punch on the should afterwards.

The three laughed it off as they wait for their classmates to arrive.

** PJ's P.O.V ** (ooOOOoOooHhh)

The Evil Plotter(not Harry Potter)

The alarm clock buzzed next me on the bedside table. I slammed down on it so hard that I broke it to pieces. Someday, when I have work, I could just throw it out of the window. I groaned and stretched. “PJ! Breakfast's ready!” Ink yelled through the kitchen, I groaned once again and lifted myself out of bed. The cold wooden floor tiles creaked beneath me as I walked out my room and went down the stairs. Ever since Palette disappeared, Ink attempted to cut Himself but wasn't able to because of Error. He was trying not to cut since he had hope that we would actually find him.

A part of me says that I was the cause of the appearance because I was harsh on him just because of a question. I wasn't thinking straight, I shouldn't have done that. Now, I don't really know where he is and what he's doing. But I overheard that he went in the same college as me and so as my ex. I was infuriated but I decided to accept it and made a plan, revenge was best served and I wanted him to learn. So Ink enrolled me there to see if Palette was there. In one of the introductions, Palette was there, he was here and 'he' was here as well. He still looked bright, cheerful and happy and innocent at the same time. When Palette wasn't here, we had adopted a brother. His name is Cil. He was just like Palette. But different appearances. And another part of me says that stupid, nuisance of a librarian caused this. He sometimes came home, complaining of how harsh that librarian treated him. That annoyed me so much.

As I ate breakfast, I put on my clothes and ran downstairs to the front porch of our house. I dialed a number and waited until the person picked up.

“Hello?”

“Hey, it's me PJ”

“Oh, yeah. What's up?”

“I just wanted to call you about my plan a day ago”

“Oh yeah, it went well. He went to the nurse's afterwards. What a wimp”

“I'm glad that went well, listen. I want something that makes him learn his lesson, a good one that we gossip and laugh about. Make it evil”

“Sure, and man! You shouldn't have seen his face. He was crying and it priceless!”

“I'm sure it is. It would be so much fun to record and post it in the internet for entertainment”

“That would be a great idea, let's see what the school thinks of it”

“I'm sure the teachers won't know, all of the are stupid anyways.”

“Hey, what about your parents? Are they gonna find out?”

“Nope, I'll make sure to keep them entertained from finding out”

“Alright, be sure of that.”

“It's fine, it's fine. They won't know as long as I'm here”

“Good”

“Okay, I'm gone hang up now, since I have an evil plan to make”

“Great”