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January 5th, Year 201M2020 BCE 

Cyrus leaned his head against the side of the window watching the passing suburban houses. His father stayed silent as he drove. Knots began to form in his stomach, melancholy gnawing at his brain, but he tried to distract himself with the scenery around him. The overbearing weight of the future and all its endless possibilities was causing this emotional buildup. He and his father’s destination was Volcalcaddera, the town where his brother resided, and where Cyrus would soon be living. 

Cyrus sighed, remembering his hometown and the unpleasant memories that followed. He was moving in with his brother after another fight with his mother. With the aftermath being the usual threat of a group home, while it was a tempting option, it wasn’t as tempting as just moving in with his older brother. He knew his brother didn’t live as well as his stepmom and father or had even half of his parent’s income, but anywhere is better than being with that blue parasaur bitch , as Cyrus frequently thought. He didn’t even want to talk with his father during the drive because he was probably gonna gaslight him into thinking he was overreacting. Suddenly, Cyrus’s dad spoke out of the blue.

“Look, Cyrus, about what she said.”

Cyrus turned his head away from his father, letting out a sigh. “No. Please Dad, no. I know what you are going to do, just... just not right now. Please?” He quietly pleaded.

His father sighed. His son was being impossible to reason with again. In his mind, there was no world in which he or his wife could be wrong in this scenario. He turned on the radio in the car to bring down the awkward feeling.

"once again, we advise people to stay away from the middle of metropolis square as the battle continues between mister Mcknown and Supe-" he turned it off, gritting his teeth. "Godamn aliens destroying this country" he whispered to himself, though Cyrus could hear it.

While Cyrus’s stomach was filled with butterflies, he was also excited to start anew. He dreamed of becoming a professional artist, even if he couldn’t get far within a year of high school. Feeling bored watching the streets of Volcaldera pass him by, Cyrus pulled up his phone and turned on Dinocord, taking a look at all the conversations people were having on a server he was in.

Dickpooper334: "Do people actually think the Portal games are good? They’re just glorified tech demos with voice acting."

Seeing this tomfuckery firsthand would have caused him to pop a blood vessel if it hadn't caused him to have a stroke first.

Autistbitch: "DUDE ARE YOU FUCKING STUPID?! Those games are fucking amazing, with the best level designs, and the voice actor for the robot is amazing! Just because it doesn’t play exactly like your Pay-to-win bullcrap, doesn’t mean it’s bad, you asshole.”

Almost immediately, Cyrus received a notification alerting him that he had been DMed by one of the moderators on the server. The direct message informed him he had been banned from the server for cursing at one of the moderators. If Cyrus had the energy he would’ve curled up into a ball before destroying the entire world around him for how stupid some species could be. So to calm himself down, he just put his phone away and returned to looking out the window, retreating into the recesses of his thoughts. Cyrus wasn’t a stranger to his older brother, Sam, or how he behaved. He knew he wasn’t the quickest or the most motivated with cleaning. When he went to visit before, it was always messy, but Cyrus did know one thing about his brother - it was that he cared about him. 

When Cyrus came to visit many times before, he’d tell his brother about what was going on at home, including the arguments, ‘disagreements’, and even about how his parents had told him that his dreams were stupid and insignificant, to which Sam would side with Cyrus and suggest ideas on how not to piss off his stepmom. Cyrus’ thoughts spiraled to the new town he was moving to, fittingly named Vocaldera Bluffs. He didn’t know much about the place, besides that there was a new high school constructed recently called Volcano High.

He knew their team fought his previous school's football team and they had always lost to Vocaldera’s school team. Continuing to let his thoughts spiral, he looked out the side window, seeing beautiful trees and homes that could benefit from a wash, all while listening to a Horrormovies album, which was, in his opinion, a fire artist. After some time, his father’s truck engine switched off and the peaceful rumbling of the car ceased. Cyrus stiffened in his seat, knowing this was the end of the road for him. This was his stop. He pulled out his bags, containing his clothes, toiletries, and some cash for emergencies. 

As he walked away from the truck, he turned to his father with a slight smile and said “Love you Dad... I’ll see you later.”

"...love you too, Cyrus." He climbed into the driver’s seat and driving off. Cyrus looked at the front. There was garbage everywhere, about two to three barrels filled with crushed aluminum cans, Cyrus debated asking Sam if he could sell the aluminum cans for money but decided to ask later. The grass which had clearly not been maintained, took over the lawn. Not that Cyrus would call it one. As he was all too familiar with it, Cyrus ignored the sight and went up the steps to the house, knocking on the front door. After a few seconds, the doorknob turned and he saw Sam’s face staring back at him.

“Cyrus..?"

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After a few seconds of knocking, In front of Cyrus"s eyes at the front door was a tired-looking and chubby pterodactyl who was only a foot and a half taller than Cyrus. His brother wasn’t very concerned with manners considering he was wearing just a gray tank top and his underwear outside.  He had messy Black Hair that reached down just past his shoulders and a small beard. The slightly taller and tired Pterodactyl rubbed his eyes as he looked at Cyrus, leaning his arm against the front door's frame.

“Cyrus..? What are you-?"

In an instant, Cyrus got closer and instantly hugged him, wrapping his arms and wings around his brother rather tightly, putting his head on his brother’s shoulder while slightly crying and whimpering

“Oh thank god you’re awake... Sniff”

Sam blinked, clearly taken off guard by this, but then he remembered that the day before,
Cyrus had called him over the phone and asked him if he could live with him until school was over. Sam told him that his school would be too far away so he wouldn’t be able to go there, but Cyrus didn’t care. He wanted a new place, a place to get away, even away from his current high school.

"H-hey buddy, you okay?" Sam asked, worried and confused.

“I.. u-umm.. n-not really the best right now.. sniff."

Sam felt his brother’s tears on his back and hugged him closer as he cried, concern deepening as he felt Cyrus shaking slightly.

“Hey, hey, take it easy dude. You’re kinda scaring me here, What the fuck happened?”

Cyrus breathed in and sniffled more, hugging tighter. “It’s… it's just been… sniff d-difficult lately... I-I h-had a-an argument with d-dad’s wife again.”

Sams face expression softened a little to a more sympathetic expression, hugging Cyrus a bit tighter. “Alright, it’s okay. You're safe here bud. I told you, you can stay here as long as you need. But you’re gonna have to fill me in a bit. I mean, it's not every day you just suddenly show up crying.”

“A-alright then.. Mind if I come in?”

“Nah dude, I don’t mind. Just don’t mess with anything too much, there’s a bit of a mess.”

“Y-yeah, I know.”

Cyrus eventually stops hugging Sam and walks in, holding his suitcases while looking inside.
From the start, the living room was a mess. The furniture, including the large dining table, was arranged weirdly. The floor wasn't much better as there was a plethora of discarded wrappers and empty bottles scattered about. The blacktop table in the center of the room looked like a Rorschach test made with coffee stains and god knows what. There were also holes in the wall and some stains on the soft green carpet, but that didn’t matter much to Cyrus. He was slightly disgusted, but it quickly wore off him as he remembered why he was there. He sat on the only couch in the living room, one that had a warm brown color that was formed with years of sweat and spilled drinks, every king needs his throne he supposed.

Sam sat next to Cyrus with a somber and sympathetic expression on his face. “Do you… wanna talk about what happened or..?”

“I guess so... You know about how I’ve been arguing with Paulette?”

Sams expression shifted from somber to slightly annoyed and began gritting his teeth.
“I do, yes… What happened this time?”

“Well... I got new shoes after my old ones from last month broke on me because the sole ripped off for some reason. A-and.. Paulette told me I was being a ‘Crybaby’ about it, s-so.”

“So what?”

“This might’ve been a bit much, b-but.. I yelled and called her a piece of shit.”

Sam slaps his hand against his face out of secondhand embarrassment. ”Godamn it Cyrus. Although I don’t blame you though, I probably would’ve done the same. Though, I can imagine Dad was very mad about it.”

“Oh yeah, he was absolutely fuming! He said I shouldn’t call her that, since she was ‘keeping me in a decent home.” Which he said, in a mocking low-pitched Southern accent.

“Ah. Well, again, it was a bit of an asshole move to call her that, but. It is understandable.”

“Ah, well.Thanks.”Cyrus rested his head on Sam, wrapping his arms and wings around him yet again, his tail thumping on the couch repeatedly.  “Is.. your girlfriend here, also?”

“Yeah, but she's currently in bed. Speaking of bed, I’m guessing you wanna know where you'll be sleeping tonight.”

Cyrus sighed. “Yeah, I think that’d be good. Do you have an extra room?”

Sam pushes his brother's wing aside, releasing it from his grasp as he stands up, pulling the hem of his shirt down to smooth the wrinkles before walking behind the couch and making his way down the hallway to the rear of them. Cyrus follows, slightly smiling with relief, holding his suitcases tightly by the soft leathery handles.

“Luckily, there is. Just got it cleaned just in case of this scenario!”

"Oh thank god."

Sam and Cyrus walk up to the end of the hallway to a wooden door, which had a rusty metal handle. Before Sam turned the handle he turned towards Cyrus with a glare.

“So, while you are here, there are some rules that you’ll have to follow.
Not too many for you, but still, you have to follow them.”

Cyrus's face soured a little bit, but quickly changed it back to neutral. “Yes?”

“Rule one, I do expect you to help with chores and such, including sweeping, wiping windows, and just cleaning. For me, I’ll be mowing the lawn and paying for utilities, and while I won't force you to get a job, I highly suggest it.”

“I can do that!” He gave Sam a thumbs up, smiling.

“Okay! Next rule, well... This isn't that much of a rule more so as it’s just letting you know, but I won't be home usually during the day due to my job, so don’t be a little dipshit at school, okay? I don't wanna be forced out of my job because you were being a little gremlin."

“Of course, but no promises.” Cyrus said giggling in an effeminate tone.

“I’m serious, dude. Just try not to be a dick when you go to your new school.” Sam replied in an annoyed tone.

“Alright, sorry!”

Sam immediately groaned and turned back to the wooden door, rotating the door handle and pushing the door inside. He stepped to the side for Cyrus to enterand see the room, there he could see a small bed with a thick green blanket in the corner and a giant window overtaking one of the walls, which would have shown the backyard if it did not have a thick set of curtains blocking it. Cyrus looked around and was playing with his thumbs as he got closer to his bed.

”So what do you think? I know it’s not the nicest bedroom ever, but-”

Sam was suddenly interrupted by another hug from Cyrus, his tail wagging and wings flapping yet again. He was definitely excited, that was for sure. “Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, THANK YOU!"

He happily jumped up and down while hugging Sam, which made both of them fall on the ground with most of Sam's back taking the fall.

“AHH FUCK, MY WINGS!”

“SHIT, SORRY!” Cyrus said while getting up and helping his brother back up. “I-I'll just gonna set up my room for the time being.”

Sam got up and also flapped his wings. “Alright then. I’ll uh be in my room with Bailey. Please for the love of god, text me before you come in and wait for my response. Also, for lunch and dinner, I have hot pockets in the fridge because I don't feel like cooking today. But I promise I will cook something for you possibly tomorrow, okay bud?”

Cyrus gives a thumbs up to him. grinning ear to ear. “Alrighty, just don’t make me an uncle at 17, alright?”

That got him a little smack on the back of his head from Sam.

“Little Dipshit. See you later.”

As Sam was about to exit his room, Cyrus yelled out a quick “Wait!”

Sam turned his head back. “What?”

“Would it uh be okay if I walked around the area after I’m done?”

“Ehhhhh.” Sam rubbed the back of his head.  “I don’t know, it’s a tiny bit dangerous here and you might come across some bad people.”

”Oh, well I'll try not to come across bad people. I got my phone, and uhh.. shit, do you have a switchblade?”

”I am NOT trusting you with a switchblade. I don’t want you to cut yourself either.”

”I can… kick whoever is trying to hurt me. I can just go and hit them in their nutsacks.”

Sam let out a sigh. “Fine. But please for the love of god come back before it gets too dark.”

”YAY!”

Sam walked out, but yelled out the question “YOU KNOW THE INTERNET PASSWORD, RIGHT?”

”YEP!” Cyrus replied loudly.

Over the next 20 minutes, Cyrus set up his items including putting his clothes over in the corner of his room, which he made sure to fold nicely. He plugged in his phone charger and laptop charger into the nearby power outlet next to his bed, and put the password from his phone into his laptop. Last, he checked his Dinocord to see if he got any new messages. So he got into his bed, turned on his laptop and went on Dinocord. When the app finally loaded, it showed a new message from one of his friends from earlier in the day.

—Sunday, February 5th—

 “Hey, you okay?” —1:05 PM.

Cyrus immediately answered with a quick message.

Autistbitch: ”Yeah sorry, some personal stuff happened lol.”—3:45 PM.

30 seconds later...

Stegostar231: “Oh, okay. I hope nothing too bad happened.”—3:45 PM.

Austistbitch: “Ehh I finally moved away from my stepmom and dad, living with my brother for now. Going to a New school tomorrow.”—3:45 PM.

Stegostar231: “Goody! I'll be going to school tomorrow too! Hopefully, everything goes well for the both of us.”—3:45 PM.

Austistbitch: “Same. What is school over like there in Japan anyway”—3:46 PM.

A minute of typing a response

Stegostar231: “Oh, pretty nice. Have to clean out the classrooms at the end of the day though.”—3:47 PM.

Autistbitch: “Damn. must suck. We don't do that here, we just have janitors. Though my new school apparently has students to make people clean up for detention.”—3:47 PM.

Stegostar231: “Oh really. Interesting”—3:47 PM.

Autistbitch: “Alsoooo, I finally watched that Miracle Girls show. Seemed good!”—3:47 PM.

Stegostar231: “See I knew you’d like that!”—3:48 PM.

Autistbitch: “Yeah, I found it really funny”—3:48 PM.

Of course, they go on and on, talking about anime and video games.

Austistbitch: “And then I got shot by some Blue motherfucker with a Sniper not once, not twice, but THREE TIMES!”—4:00 PM.

Stegostar231: “Dang that sucks. Oh darn, I got to go. Sleepy time! See you later, Autistic-Kun!”—4:01 PM.

Autistbitch: ”Alrighty, see you letter, stego-Kun!”—4:01 PM.

After that conversation, Cyrus got up from his bed and collected his pair of black earbuds specifically made for pterodactyl ears, and walked out the front door.

Cyrus: “Alright, hopefully, I can figure out how this new place works.” he says while walking down the small set of stairs and going right on the sidewalk while he pulled out his phone and turned on the Meteor Maps app.

His phone showed the time was currently 5:45 P.m. so it was already dark, nearby destinations were also shown with the Time it took to get there.

Vocaldera Docks: 45-minute Walk

Volcano High School: 1-hour Walk

Dino-Moes: 1 Hour and 30-minute Walk

”Alright, guess I'm going to the docks then..”

The frigid air reminded him of just how fast autumn had passed by and how quickly winter was approaching. It seemed only an hour or so since Cyrus had left his brother's homely abode and it was already dusk outside. It was already dark due to daylight savings time, so Cyrus had his flashlight out while walking outside and listening to music.

To pass the time and to distract himself from the distant sound of urban warfare in his brother's friendly neighborhood, he pulled out his phone to mindlessly scroll through the algorithm. On SnootTube Shorts there was currently a video of some muscular peach-colored human with blonde curly hair and a crappy beard talking about some off-brand Lunch snack.

“I like my cheese drippy bro!” Cyrus had only known this human these past few minutes but already knew he was a complete tool. Also, he swore the “cheese” he was displaying had some mold in it, maybe it was blue cheese or something.

“God, this guy fucking sucks.” he instantly scrolls up to another video, but after failing to find anything that didn't fry the grey matter in his brain he decides just to turn off his phone and focus on the path ahead. The streets were almost pitch black and were only illuminated by flickering street lights and the occasional car passing by.

“Okay, just one more minute, and I’ll be there at the dock-”

Suddenly out of the blue, a loud female voice boomed from the dock a short distance ahead.

“EAT SHIT YOU SKINNE FUCK!”

BANG! The sound was almost deafening to Cyrus, he clasped his hands to his ears in a futile attempt to reduce the ringing pain in his ears. Within less than a minute all hell broke loose and the dock was turned into an urban warzone. The sound of 9mm rounds ripping through the air and the orchestra of gunfire could be heard all throughout the city now.

“W-what the hell is that!? I-is that from the docks!? I-I think I’ll go over there, b-but hide somewhere to be safe!”

He ran over to the docks as fast as he could hoping that the cover would protect him as he didn’t want to be another statistic. Ahead he spotted some large barrels he could hide behind. Sprinting as fast as he could he charged head-first behind cover, almost tripping on the way. He finally got there, panting heavily with his hands on his knees, but quickly straightened back up and tried to look through the side of the dock fence. Now, there was a big gang fight happening, Saurians and humans alike beating the hell out of each other, one blue parasaurolophus girl with a blonde haircut that was swooped over to the side with a green tint at the end while wearing glasses was even holding a pistol.

“O-oh god oh god oh god! W-why are they here?”

Just then, he heard someone yell “Freeze!” From overhead, where Cyrus looked up and saw a Police Helicopter that was shining its lights on the whole dock. The parasaur from before aimed her gun at the helicopter and shot one of the headlights, making the helicopter wobble a little before it suddenly shot out a missile, hitting a large pile of gas tanks presumably causing a violent explosion on the docks. In an instant thick layers of purple gas quickly spread around the docks, making everyone, including Cyrus, cough a ton. He would run away from the docks as he continued coughing and wheezing.

“Oh COUGH COUGH Shit, I-I COUGH COUGH WHEEZE   gotta go home! I-I need tooo cough cough ruuuuuuunnnn baaaaaaaaaaack hoooooooooome….” His running slowed down, going on a shitty walk until he fainted and fell down on his front, now unconscious and laying on the cold sidewalk. 

Now, 30 minutes had passed by and he was still lying on the sidewalk until he heard a deep male voice from behind him.

“Officer Ripley here. we got a male pterodactyl here, approximately 6 foot one, wearing glasses, white scales, possibly unconscious from the influence of drugs or alcohol, will possibly take him down to the station for possible evaluation.”

“H-huh, what?” 

Cyrus got up on his hands and looked behind, seeing who was talking, and saw a big somewhat muscular Pterodactyl man with brown scales and a faded orange crest, his face was scarred and there was a noticeable hole in the crest on his head. Police uniform, with two holsters for both his pistol and taser, a nice shiny badge on his chest saying “Vocaldera City Police” and “Ripley Aaron”, with a logo on his left shoulder matching the badge.

“Sir, are you intoxicated?” He asked in a gruff intimidating tone.

Of course, Cyrus quickly got up as he heard this, trying to defend himself. “N-No sir! I’m not intoxicated. No drugs, no alcohol, nothing!” His abysmal stuttering wasn't helping his case much.

“Uh-huh. Say, do you know anything about a gangfight earlier today?”

“N-no. i don’t! N-not really into fights… O-or gangs!” He quickly bleated out.

Ripley showed a stern glare. “Are you lying to me?”

Cyrus' heart rate skyrocketed to Neptune and he began to shake a bit from fear. ”No, I'm not! I-I Am not a gangleader a-and I can take a breathalyzer or any drug test!”

Ripley showed a cheeky smile confident that this delinquent youth was just trying to cover his ass. “In that case, you wouldn't mind if I used one right now would you?”

“N-no I don’t.”

“Alright.” He brought out a small plastic device with many buttons, an LED screen, and a mouthpiece. “Blow into this for me please.”

Cyrus put his beak on the mouthpiece, blowing into it for about seven seconds until the big officer tells him to “Stop.”

Ripley looked at the small screen. “Hmm, Just 0.0 percent, no alcohol. But one more test, and  I'll let you off the hook.” he brings out a small flashlight and shines it into the pteros eyes, which prompts Cyrus to take off his glasses and look at the light, following it as it moves along his face.

Seeing as the young pterodactyl wasn’t intoxicated with anything, he put away his flashlight. “Alright, You passed both tests, you’re free to go.” he was about to go back in his police car when the time waster piped…

“Wait, uhh s-sir! C-could you possibly take me home? It’s a bit dark out, soooooo.”

His face snarled in annoyance, he just wanted this day to be over already. “Fine. Go in the back.”

“A-alright, thank you, sir.”

Ripley opened the driver's side door to his cruiser and entered into his Warmachine.

“What’s your address?”

“Oh uhh, 227 Maplewood Road.”

Ripley turned the keys to his cruiser causing it to roar to life with vigor. He switched on the radio and began switching through the stations before finding something he liked and began to drive.

“Hey everybody, this is Three Dog, your friendly neighborhood disc jockey. What's a disc? Hell if I know, but I'm gonna keep talking anyway.” This guy was a classic that Ripley prayed would never retire.

“S-sooo, would you be okay with casual conversation?” Cyrus asked.

“Fine. So are you new around here or something? Never seen you before.”

Cyrus: “O-oh yeah, I am! Just moved here today, and I'll be going to school tomorrow!”

“Huh. Volcano High?”

“O-oh, yes!”

“Ah. That school… Just letting you know boy, I have a son and a daughter attending there.”

“Oh, w-well that’s nice to know!”

“Yeah, and one thing about that..” he turned his head to the right side, staring down Cyrus as the Police Cruiser slowed down. “If you do anything to them, expect to never see the light of day ever again. Got it?”

Cyrus looked on in fear. “A-a-a-alright then.”

A few minutes later, as their conservation slowly died down, Ripley pulled up in front of the house, looking behind at Cyrus yet again.

“Alright kid, time to get out.”

 “A-alright, Thanks, Ringley!”

Ripley: He immediately frowned and glared at Cyrus. 

“It’s. 

Ripley.

 KID. 

Now get out.”

Cyrus, in fear, immediately got out and shut the Car door behind him. Going up the steps to his brother's home he looked behind and waved goodbye to the friendly police officer. He turns back to his brother's humble abode and walks inside the familiar trash heap before retreating back to his bedroom. and tiredness suddenly kicked in, immediately falling halfway to the floor and halfway on the bed, not even with a chance to charge his phone.

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January 6th, Year 201M2020 BC

BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP, BEEEEEEEEEEEEEP, WAKE UP YOU CUNT WAKE UP YOU CUNT

Cyrus immediately woke up from his slumber, looking around for the sound until he looked down at his front pocket, pulling out his phone, and looking at the screen.

6:15. School in 45 minutes.

He widens his eyes at this. 

“....Oh shit.”

He immediately got up and began frantically preparing for school, Rushing out of his room to go into the bathroom on the right in the hallway, and took a quick shower. As he got drenched in the water, one thing was on his mind, and that was last night.
“What the heck happened yesterday? Should I…go to the doctor?” he thought loudly as he massaged the soap foam onto his head. 

“I mean I am feeling totally fine, maybe just some water.” he got out of the shower and began drying himself off with a towel and hair dryer but as he picked it up, it suddenly started blowing air at his face. Startled by this, he let go of the dryer, which somehow stopped it from blowing air immediately after.

“What the-I didn’t even press the button!”

After that, he put up the hair dryer, not noticing it wasn’t even plugged in, went in front of the mirror, and began staring at himself as he cleaned his teeth and hair.

What stood in front was a little chubby white pterodactyl man with a nice grey head crest wearing just underwear, with long ass hair reaching his shoulders, and a set of grey wings that was half the height of his torso. 

“Jesus Christ, I look ugly as hell.” he said while frowning sadly at his own reflection, though, he decided to ignore what he saw and began to brush his hair nicely with a large light minty-blue comb. After he finished cleaning up, he went back and put on his clothes, which included a white T-shirt, a black short-sleeved overshirt, black sweatpants, his black and grey shoes with a green and orange logo, and his signature clothing: a pair of black arm-warmers with horizontal neon green stripes going across the pair.

As he picked up his backpack and started to walk out of his room, he suddenly tripped over something, falling onto the floor.

“Ooooow…” He got up and looked around to see an XROX One, a black box with a white logo was there, with the logo shining bright which indicated it was on. This wouldn’t be out of the ordinary because it was possible he just turned it on with his foot by accident, but what made it weird was the fact that it wasn’t even plugged up to anything, not a single outlet.

“What the…?” he got closer and moved his foot to try and put his hand out to touch the device, but then the logos light turned off. He thought it was weird, but decided to shake it off and walk off to the outside. “Alright, so should I take the bus, or walk?” He pondered a bit on what he should do, but decided to walk. He pulled out his phone to see the directions it took to get there but spotted the battery.

25%

“God Damn it... I might have to turn down the brightness on my screen, the battery is too low!”
As he said that, he noticed something weird about the battery life.
26%

 ”Huh..? Did it just get higher-”

The battery then started speeding up, going to 32%, 54%, and eventually...

100%!

Cyrus of course widened his eyes at this, staring in shock at this.

“Did that just… charge on its own?” he rubbed his head as he saw this, trying to make sense of the situation. “I-it’s… it’s probably just some glitch.” In the end, he couldn’t make sense of it but still tried using the most logical thought that came, putting his phone back in his back pocket. His brother's neighborhood wasn't the worst place to be in the world but it was far from the best.. The streets were littered with random pieces of garbage and furniture and animal feces seemed to pollute almost every lawn in the neighborhood. 

This was in stark contrast to neighborhoods more to the eastern side of the city further away from the dockyards where most worked in his neighborhood. Cyrus had passed through the eastern neighborhoods with his father earlier and was shocked to see just how picturesque they were. 

The lawns all had a beautiful shade of green that glistened in the sun and the houses all stood tall like castles of old. It was clear where all the city's wealth went. Wishing to cast aside thoughts of wealth inequality to something more lighthearted Cyrus pulled out his phone to talk to StegoStar about what happened earlier, but for some reason, the app wouldn’t load. 

It had 3 bars which meant it had a signal, but nothing was working, No notifications or no new messages.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuck, Dinocord ain’t working? This is bullshit…” He says, going to the Meteor Maps app to see how long he has left.

30-minute walk to: Volcano High School.

“Alright, Godamn it. Guess I’ll just listen to music.” 

he grumbled angrily as he brought out his earbuds and put them in, going to the SnootTube Music app, and clicking on a song called “Claws up”, but nothing started playing, not even one sound.

“God damn it, why isn’t it working...?” He was trying to press the play button multiple times, yet not even one noise came from his buds.

“OH FUCKING PLAY THE GODAMN SONG, YOU STUPID PIECE OF-”

SHATTER

Suddenly, the sound of breaking glass right next to him was heard, making him scream and fall on his back!

“Ow,  what the hell?”

He pushed himself up, brushed off his clothes, and looked to see what happened, but froze when he saw shards of glass glittering on the pavement beside him, mixed in with the sharp remains of a shattered lightbulb. His head slowly lifted, connecting the pieces to where they were from, which was a streetlight above, its glass casing completely destroyed, and the biggest remains of the bulb dangling lifelessly from the opening.

“Oh shit.”

He stood there while looking down at the remains, completely frozen as he stared.

“I-I’m just gonna go now.”

He checked his phone to see how much time he had left until school started, which was:

15 Minutes.

“...Oh crap.”

He immediately started bolting down the street like his life depended on it, his backpack shaking as he ran along. He wouldn’t notice that with each crosswalk he went through, the lights turned green conveniently each time. After running for what seemed like forever, he could see the school courtyard from afar and started running faster, trying to get there on time.

The School was rather big, Three stories high, with a roof surrounded by metal fencing, along with a big, grey, and wide set of stairs in front of the school which led to the main entrance of 2 glass doors. He ran up and up the stairs, thoughts about how he was gonna be late running through his mind until-

THWACK! THUD!

In an instant, Cyrus collided with someone at full speed, the impact so hard and fast that they both fell on the ground, with Cyrus on top of whoever he fell…

“O-ow.”

“S-STELLA! ESTAS BIEN?!” A mysterious voice called out.

Cyrus rubbed his head as he got on his knees and hands, looking in front to see a stegosaurus gal who looked around his age, washed out lime-green skin with minty-green scutes, blue eyes, and spikes covering her back and tail, soft and slightly shiny minty-green hair with space buns on each side, with the length of the back reaching her shoulders, and her outfit consisting of a light purple a white shirt with a small rainbow surrounded both short sleeves, blue jean shorts, and black and white sneakers. she was on the ground, rubbing her head as she groaned in pain.

“Oh my God Haha, look at that dumbass!”

“Did he just bump into the school autistic? that’s fucking hilarious!”

Cyrus was immediately shocked and felt guilty, getting up and offering a hand to her.

“O-oh my god, I am so sorry! Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Oooow.” She got up, still rubbing her head. “I might need to go to the nurse…”

"¡Mira por dónde vas, idiota! You could have seriously hurt someone!"

Cyrus looked at the orange latina ankylosaur girl who had horns on her head and tail standing next to the fallen stegosaurus. She wore a dark sleeveless dress with pink floral embellishments that showed off her shockingly muscular arms. an orange beaded bracelet on one wrist, and black open-toed sandals with multiple straps across the top.

“A-again, sorry! It was an accident.” He pleaded.

“Still, you need to watch where you're going!”

The Orange dino wrapped one of her muscular arms around the Green stegosaurus, carrying her to the inside of the school building while giving Cyrus a glare with glowing red eyes that shook his soul. He felt even more guilty but also had a tiny bit of fear from that glare, still standing there with his hand out.

“God, I already ruined the first day by hurting someone, Hope she is okay.” Cyrus thought as he went through the front doors. Taking a look inside, he saw the entrance hallway leading to all the classes on the first floor of the building. The floor tiles glistened in the light and looked surprisingly clean, and the walls of the hallway were adorned with all sorts of decorations in between the student's lockers. As he walked around, he suddenly felt a firm hand come down on his shoulder, with a high-pitched female voice accompanying it.

“Hey? Are you Cyru-”

“AH SHIT!” he yelled out as he expanded his wings and fell on the floor yet again, looking behind to see a light-pink colored girl with an orange crest and small orange bumps on her tail, a blonde bob haircut with a red hairpin in it, a pair of glasses with red casing, a short-sleeved buttoned-up white dress shirt with a red ribbon tied at the top, blue tight jeans, and light-brown shoes. She looked down at Cyrus, shocked and worried.

“O-oh my gosh, I’m so sorry, are you okay!?” She immediately offered her hand to cyrus, the ptero grabbing it and pulling himself up.”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Sorry about that. Just got startled- wait. How did you know my name?”

“Oh my gosh, where are my manners? I am Naomi Moretti, School Council President, and I got your name and information from the principal. I am here to get you your schedule, a tour of our school, and a talk with the principal!”

“Ah well, thanks.”

“Oh and luckily, my darling boyfriend will accompany us!~”

Cyrus immediately felt his face suck in from how cringe and weird that sounded but tried to ignore it with a fake smile. “Ooooooh, great...”
 

“Oh, there he is right now!” she points to the left, there was a dark grey pterodactyl walking towards them, with an orange crest with 2 black stripes, 2 sets of wings where one looked deformed, a tailored dark jacket with red and green floral patterns, white pants, and a pair of red shoes with the words “Kanye” written on them.

“Hi honey! Who’s this?” he asked, putting his hand on Naomi’s shoulder. 

“Oh well, we have another student today! His name’s Cyrus!”

“Oh, well in that case.” he raised his hand to Cyrus. “Nice to meet you, Cyrus. Name’s Naser.”

Cyrus took the other pterodactyl’s hand and shook it.  “Nice to meet you, Naser. Gotta say it’s cool to meet another fellow pterodactyl.”

“Same here! Hope that you’ll like it at this place.”

“Certainly will!” he said, smiling.

“Well, I hope so too! This school will not bring you down, even with the ‘Differently abled’ like you!”

Cyrus, offended by her comment, angrily replied. “I'm sorry, what the hell did you just- ” he realizes what he’s about to say and stops, taking a deep breath before talking again. “Can you… not call me that, please?”

Naomi, taken aback by his sudden anger, meekly defended herself. “Ooh is there something wrong?”

“Yeah no offense, but I would genuinely rather be called an ableist slur than that. At the most, say neurodivergent.”

“Oh, I didn’t realize that would make you uncomfortable! I figured it would be better to say something more encouraging rather than damaging.” Naomi uncomfortably replied.

Naser, while rubbing the back of his head with a nervous expression came to the defense of Cyrus. “Ehhhh, maybe don’t call him that, hon?” he put his arm around her.

“Ehhhh, I mean I understand the intention but I prefer autistic please.”

“Oh okay, well I would like to apologize.”

“N-no no no no, you don’t need to apologize! Again, the intention was nice and understandable, just maybe use words that don’t make me and others similar feel even more left out from others.”

“Alrighty then. Oh wait, my boyfriend and I want to show you around! Are you okay with that?”

“Oh yeah, I am! Can’t wait to see!”

“Goody! Now let’s go!” Naomi said in her bubbly voice. starting to walk with both pterodactyls walking alongside, with cyrus trying to start a conversation.

 “Soooo, uhh Naser, do you… like anything?”

“Well, I  happen to like cars and running. In fact, you’re talkin' with one of the track team members!”

“Dang, guess you’re like a superstar athlete then!”

“Huh.” Naser thought about it for a second but showed a smug smile which he earned. “I guess I am!~”

“And that’s why he’s my sweet honey bear, always so fast and helpful~!” Naomi gleefully replied, nuzzling his head onto Naser’s shoulder, making cyrus cringe at this, but tried hiding it with another fake smile. 

“Oh boy, that’s nice, I guess!”

As the tour went on the three talked a bit about each other and the school and all it had to offer. Naomi showed off the important buildings in the school including the gym, the principal's office, the school's garden, the lunchroom, and the auditorium.

“And here is the last one!” Naomi gleefully replies.

“Oh yeah, that reminds me. Cyrus, Later today, some of the students are holding a concert in the auditorium, There's gonna be free pizza if you want.”

“Oh, A concert?”

“Yeah, my sist-siblings band is gonna play.”

“Oh, that’s nice! Hopefully, they're as good as the music I listen to!”

“Oh? What kind of music do you listen to, Cyrus?” Naomi asked, turning her head.

“uhh….” Cyrus got nervous and began tapping his fingers together. “You’ve uh heard of hyperpop?”

“Oh, I love Pop! Nothing bad about tha-” Naomi gets interrupted by Cyrus.

“No no, not Pop! Hyperpop! It’s much more… crazy and stimulating for me but I love it! M-maybe I could play a few seconds of a song.”

“Oh, well Sure!”

“Yeah, I’m down!” Naser joined in.

Cyrus brought out his phone and turned on Snoottube Music again to see if it would work, which luckily it did! He went into his playlist and began playing a song called   Cannibal Love by Horrormovies
The song started out somewhat strong, and after 3 seconds…

“BABY, I FEEL LIKE A MONSTER
I’LL EAT YOUR FUCKING HEART TONIGHT
BABY, I’LL KEEP YOUR BODY IN MY FUCKING FRIDGE

IT’S SO FUCKING QUIET AND I FEEL LIKE I’M LOSING IT”

He smiled at the music at first, enjoying and hoping that both of his new friends would enjoy it but stopped when he saw the dumbfounded and perplexed look on both of them, with Naomi looking more offended.

“I’m guessing you didn’t like it?”

“Well, it isn’t my type of music but I can certainly say it has a lot of… energy?” Naser replied with an awkward smile.

Naomi crossed her arms in disappointment “That was a bit inappropriate. And sad! Why would you wanna listen to something so vulgar and negative?”

” Well.” Cyrus rubbed the back of his head. “I mean it gets me feeling in a way! Like I feel good inside.”

“Still, it is rather negative with the lyrics.” Naomi replied.

“I mean, I do understand what Naomi is saying, but I get that feeling. I have a whole playlist of music that gets my blood pumping for track.”

“A-anyways, there’s the Principal’s office left! Are you excited to get your schedule?”

”Yeah, I am.” Cyrus replied

The Dinos go on a walk to the office, some students snickering at Cyrus as they pass by.
“Oh my god, look, it’s the guy that knocked down that Weeb girl, HAHA!”

”Man, I would not be known for the guy that knocked down the daughter of the-”

”God Damn it, can you guys JUST-” Before Cyrus was about to continue, he felt a firm hand on his shoulder from Naser.

“Hey, can you both just back off, please?” he said, forming a fist with his left hand.

They both widen their eyes and quickly run away from them.

“Yeah, sorry about that. Don’t let them get to you.”

Cyrus looked in surprise at Naser. “Woah. You protected me from them?”

“Yeah, I figured it would be a good idea to do that for the new students.”

“Oh, well thanks!”

“You’re welcome, man.” Naser replied.

As all three of them walked to the principal's office Cyrus noticed the orange color of Naser’s crest, which looked oddly familiar. He swore he saw a similar crest before but today was the first day he had ever met Naser.

“Hmm, hey Naser, I have a question.”

“Hm? Something wrong man?”

“No no, nothing is wrong. Just that your crest looks familiar. Reminds me of a guy named… Ringley?”

“Wait… You’ve met my dad? Also his name is Ripley.”

“Damn it, Sorry. And your dad is a cop?” He looked in slight surprise.

“Oh, well, more like the town’s police commissioner, but yeah, something like that.”

“Must be lucky to have a dad like that.”

“Eh, I mean it’s cool but he’s pretty strict. I’m guessing you’ve met him before?”

“Well, something like that. Yesterday, I think it was your dad who was the one that found me and took me home, seeing as he mentioned he had 2 children.”

“Did he threaten to make sure you wouldn’t see the light of day if you did anything to them?

“Yes, exactly like that.”

“Oh boy, that is definitely my father. He’s a bit… rough, but he’s a good Dad. However, that makes me question something. How exactly did you meet him?

“Oh god…” He groaned in embarrassment. “I was sleeping on the sidewalk because I got really tired.”

“Oh shit, you’re the guy my dad talked about at dinner last night! Said it was strange that you were sleeping right there at all places, not even like a mattress.”

“O-oh.” A bright blush appeared on Cyrus’s face.

“Now, wait a minute! What exactly were you even doing, sleeping on the sidewalk?! What if someone robbed you?” Naomi interjected in between their conversation.

“Yeaaah, I gotta admit, that’s a bit strange and also dumb to just sleep on the sidewalk, especially near a crime scene.” Naser interjected.

“I-I mean I was just tired. Anyone could have fallen asleep on the ground.”

“Well, it is still irresponsible! Again, what if someone stole your wallet or phone?”

Cyrus looked away in embarrassment. “Y-yeah, I know it was, but I didn’t think I was that tired.”

“Well, I hope that teaches you a lesson about not sleeping on the sidewalk.”

“I mean, it does.”

“Good. Anyways, we’re here!” All three of them were of course at the door, with Naomi knocking on the door. “Mister Spears, we got another new student today!”

“Oh yeah, speaking of them, when do I uh meet the new student?”

“Oh, you’ll meet him soon, don’t worry!”

“Let him inside, Naomi.” a deep voice replied from the inside.

“Alrighty then sir!” She opened the door and stepped aside. 

“You should be speaking with him now!”

“Hope everything goes well.” Naser said.

”Alright, Thanks!” Cyrus walked inside the principal's office and took in all of the office decor. Everything was pretty typical for a principal to have in his office, awards for the school, school and family photographs, an archaic landline phone and a pop culture mug filled with mediocre black coffee. As for the Principal himself, he was built like a fucking animal, he was absolutely huge and he looked like he could fold steel. His hair was black and long, reaching past his shoulders. He would have made a perfect caveman if he wanted to. To keep himself civilized he wore a pair of distinguished glasses covering his eyes and a grey suit with a yellow top with a dark yellow and white colored pin on his right breast.

The big man adjusted his glasses. “Hello. I’m assuming you are Mr. Thomas. Is that correct?”

Cyrus nervously stared up at the behemoth. “Y-yes sir, I am. N-nice to meet you, s-sir. A-are you Mr. Spears?”

“I am, yes, and I believe you need your schedule and other information.”

“Y-yes, I do.” he nervously said, shaking his head.

“Alright then. Sit down please.”

“Y-yes sir!” Cyrus quickly went to sit down and sat his bag next to him, still shaking like hell. “S-so what is my schedule?”

“This is your schedule. There is something at the end of school today so this schedule won’t be accurate for today but will be on regular days.” he hands over a piece of paper to Cyrus, with him taking a look.

Math, 1st period: 8:00-9:30=

Art, Second period: 9:35-11:10

Physical Science, 3rd period: 11:15-12:45

Lunch: 12:45-1:19

History, 4th period: 1:24-2:48.

“A-alrighty sounds good! G-glad I got the art, hah.”

“That’s the default elective, you can change it if you want.”

“N-nope, I-I don’t want to.”

“Ah, okay then. As for the others, for one, taking a look at your record from previous schools, it says here you have some behavioral issues, particularly with anger issues. Is that correct?”

“Y-yes…” Cyrus looked down at his lap, playing with his hands again.

“Now this is completely optional but there is an option to meet with one of the school counselors every Wednesday. And seeing as you had a similar deal like this in your old school, I assume you wanna continue doing it. Do you want to accept this deal?”

“Yes, I accept.”

“Alright. And one more thing. Would you need the new lunch card?”

“A lunch card? Like to pay with?”

“Yes, Mister Thomas. Unlike your other school, the food here isn’t free, or at the very least, the majority of it. The lunch card will allow you to pay for your meals with no hidden fees, just after you graduate, you have to pay for how much you used the card with. Do you accept this?”

“Y-yes thank you!”

Spears brought out a form and gave Cyrus a pen. “Sign here, here, and give your blood sample here.

“W-wait, blood!?”

“Don’t worry, just a small joke I do with people. Just sign here and you can be on your way to class.” Cyrus signed the paper.

“A-alright, Done. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Now you can go.”

“Alright, thank you, have a good day.”

He picked his bag back up and began to leave until…

“Oh yeah, and one more thing.”

“Yes sir?”

“I hope you enjoy the rest of your time here.” he said with a small smile.

“I… Thank you, sir, I will.”

Chapter Text

Cyrus walked into his first classroom, algebra. It looked like a usual classroom, with the exception of the same vine decorations found around the school growing on the walls. Right near the big desk in the front, there was a balding middle-aged human man who wore an unbuttoned flannel shirt that showed off some of his chest hair, unfortunately. To top off his midlife crisis look he wore a golden chain necklace with a pair of reliable blue jeans and worn brown shoes.

“Alright kids, set your friggin asses down! I’m Mister Carldelewski, your new math teacher. I’ll be teaching you little shits that math bullshit, also we got a new student today so come up new kid and say hi to the frigging class.” He then combed through the tall piles of student assignments and porno magazines on his desk to find Cyrus’s name.“S-simone? Cyrus? Cyrus yeah. Cyrus get your frigging ass up here.”

“Oh, well umm... okay.” He nervously got up and went in front of the class, waving. “Hi everyone, I’m Cyrus, nice to meet you all-”

“HEY IT’S THE FAG THAT KNOCKED DOWN THAT STEGO GIRL!” someone yelled from the back, making some students giggle their ass off.

“Hey shut the hell up you brats! Kids these days I swear, all of you’se. no wonder Dinofornia is pro-choice.” Carl whispered the last part to himself. “Anyways, Nothing to do today so do whatever the hell you want, just no crimes obviously. Oh and Cyrus, sit your ass back down.” He immediately obeyed and sat back down on his usual seat, going onto his phone but something was on that much. That stego “retard” that guy rudely said, was she okay? Did he hurt her? Only one way to find out. 

“Uhh, excuse me sir, may I go to the nurse? I don’t feel well.” Cyrus asked with his hand raised up.

“Yeah yeah sure, whatever.” Carldelewski replied disinterestedly while reading one of his magazines. Cyrus immediately got up and walked out of the noisy classroom, going around the school’s labyrinth and looking for the nurse’s office until he found the door for the office, and stepped aside. “Sigh Okay, Cyrus. Just try to apologize or see if he’s okay. You can do this.”
He nervously waited as he tapped his fingers together, worried until he saw the door slowly open, and the girl from before started to walk out until Cyrus said “Hey, I’m really sorry about-”

“AHH!” A loud scream came from her mouth, stumbling a bit onto the door and sliding onto the floor.
“Oh shit, I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry! Are you okay?” Cyrus said, immediately offering his hand to the fallen stego.
“Yeah, I’m okay!” She replied, taking his hand and getting back up. “I’m guessing you’re here for the nurse, too.”

“Uhh, well, actually, I-I wanted to apologize. I was actually the boy who knocked into you earlier. I just wanted to make sure you’re okay, as you seemed rather hurt.” He started fidgeting again, slowly looking away.

“Oh, you’re the guy that knocked me down! Well, I’m glad to hear you apologize! And I gladly accept it! I’m surprised you went out of class to apologize to me.”

“Well, it looked pretty bad when I hit you, and I didn't wanna be known as the kid who knocked over… what is your name?”

“Well, I’m Stella! What’s yours?”

“Cyrus! I just moved into this town yesterday,” he replied, rubbing his hair with his hand. “Nice to meet you, Stella.”

“Same to you!”

“Well, anyways, I’m gonna go to class now before the teacher gets onto me, so bye.” He turned and walked away, before he felt a tap on his shoulder.

“Wait! Would it be okay if I gave you a tarot reading?”

“A… Tarot reading?” He looked confused. “You mean like witchcraft?”

“Well, not exactly. It’s used you help you understand the future.”

“Like Predictions of the future?”

“Well, it’s more like you project what you think the cards mean. Not exactly predicting the future, but can help you understand it!” She brought out a pack of cards with a purple back on them. “Go ahead, pick 3 cards, they’ll represent the past, present, and the future.” 

Cyrus grabbed 1 random card from the deck, which showed a tall grey tower being hit by lightning, causing it to crack, with flames bursting from the windows.

“Huh. I got a tower being struck by lightning? What does that mean?”

“Well, it usually means something like a sudden drastic change in your life.”

“Uhh, is that a good thing or a bad thing?” He immediately thought about the day he argued with his stepmom and moved out. Being slapped in the face, him yelling at his stepmother and getting into the truck.

“Oh, well It depends! Sometimes it means good, other times it is bad, but again, it’s to your own interpretation.”
 

The second showed a fellow T-rex wearing vibrant clothes near the edge of a cliff, looking like they’re about to jump but no worry on his face, while a white dog stood next to them, barking.

“Uhh… Is this calling me stupid? Like overconfidence?” He showed his card to Stella.

“N-no of course not! It symbolizes new beginnings, like you’re starting out somewhere!”

“Ooooh, well that could fit into my current situation.”

“Oh, is everything okay at home?”

“Ehh, I’d prefer not to just out it to some random stranger. No offense.”

“None taken! Now you can take one more card.”

Cyrus took one more card out of the deck, showing a picture of a full moon with a face looking down on the ground with one tower on each side as a dog and a wolf bark out at him.

“Oh my,  this one looks pretty!” He showed her card to Stella. “What does this one mean?”

“Huh. It means Illusion and deception.” She said, making Cyrus slowly frown. “But that isn’t a bad thing! Sometimes, it could mean that something that seems truly awful could be a blessing in disguise!”

“Ahhh, that makes it sound much more better. Thank you!”

“Oh, you’re welcome! But now, I have to go to class now! I’m glad you apologized.” She started to walk away while waving. “Byeee!”

Cyrus stared on, smiling a bit now that he said sorry and even had a nice conversation with the girl. But the appearance of a big hand on his shoulder made him quickly switch to an emotion equivalent to a child being caught in a cookie jar.

“Mr. Thomas, may I ask what you are doing out of class at this time? You’re not skipping, are you?”

He slowly looked behind and saw the face of the neanderthal himself, widening his eyes. “No sir, I just came out to apologize to that girl. Earlier, I knocked her down by accident and I wanted to make sure she was okay and say sorry.”

“Ah. Well in that case, I’m glad to see you admit your mistakes at hand.” he said with a small smile but quickly changed it back to a neutral expression. “But I advise you to go to class now and please try to not hit anyone else.”

“Alright, thank you sir, I will.” Cyrus replied. walking away, back to his class, coming in, and sitting back in his usual seat, listening to his music.

1 hour later

Cyrus now went to his art class, which was to no one’s shock, big and messy. Many tables were around the class, covered in old Paint stains, Cabinets full of art supplies, and a big window showing the outside garden. No teacher was in sight, causing some students, including Cyrus to look around, until he looked up and saw the head of a red and old Brachiosaurus woman with a messy grey hair bun, with her neck leading into another door. “Hello, You must be the new student I assume?” She asked, staring at him, softly smiling with her blue eyes.

“Yes, I am.” Cyrus replied.

“Ah, good! Now, do you wanna do an introduction or prefer not to?”

“Oh, after the last introduction, I would not like to do it please.”

“Ah okay, Well thank you for telling me, I can start the lesson then.” The red long-necked dino moved over to the front with a desk, her body coming in soon after wearing just a pink T-shirt and a messy paint covered apron. “Hello everyone, welcome to art class! I’m Mrs. Leuker, your art teacher and I’m glad to say that you’ll be doing creative stuff! That means things like art, collages, photoshop, and whatever else gets your brain to create! For today, since it’s just the first day, everyone is free to do what they want, just as long as it is school-appropriate or non-disruptive.” Suddenly, one more student barged in, which Cyrus recognized as Stella from before.
“Hi, Mrs. Leuker. Sorry I’m late, I had to discuss some things with the garden club leader!”

“Oh, that’s completely fine with me! Sit where you want Stella, so let’s start the period. I believe there’s a free seat near the new student.”

Stella then sat right next to Cyrus. “Hello, Nice to meet you again!”

“Oh, well nice to meet you too. Didn’t expect you to be in this class. But then again, I don’t know you.”

“Yeah, hehe. I’m guessing you love drawing?”

“Oh, yes I do! May I… show you my art and you do the same?”

“Sure!” She immediately pulled out a nice green sketchbook, flipping a few pages, before landing on one and turning it towards Cyrus’s view. The drawing depicted some sort of mutated human girl with grey skin and yellow eyes. She had a feline like appearance and energy to her despite lacking any sort of obvious cat like features. She wore a green long coat and black shirt depicting a zodiac sign. “Here ya go!”

“Oh, that looks very good! Who is that though?”

“Oh well, have you ever read the comic series called Homestuck?”

“Hmm, I think. I know it’s a bit popular on the internet.”

“Yep! It’s very good, though it’s a bit big and complex.”

“Wasn’t it also the fandom where a person dyed herself black with Sharpie ink for a cosplay?”

“Well… I don’t think it’s the only thing Homestuck is known for, but fair.”

“I always think of that when I hear about that novel. Well, that and the buckets.”

Both of them continued to talk for the whole class period, talking about topics like BFDI, video games, animes they like, and manga.

“-And that is why Tomie is a good manga because to the average reader, it seems like Tomie is the villain, but if you know enough, everyone else is the villain!” said Cyrus.

“Hmm, I agree on that, though I would say Long Dream is the best story from Junji Ito in my opinion, because I think the fact the doctor looked way more evil than the guy who was literally transforming into a bald monster said a lot of things.”

DING DONG DING DONG…. DING DONG DING DONG

“Darn, It’s time for the next period. What time do you get lunch, Stella?”

“Oh, first lunch!”

“Oh, well same for me! I’ll see you there!!” Cyrus replied, walking to his next class.

-

2-3 hours later…

After his Science class with a Tiny white coat wearing and colored dino, it was time for lunch. Going inside, he looked around and saw Stella, waving to her from the lunch line, causing him to bump into a larger Blue Raptor accidentally. “Ey, watch where you goin, Ptera-fag!” The big guy yelled, gritting his teeth at him.

“Right, sorry.” he said, picking out his food which was just a slice of pepperoni pizza, and chicken nuggets. He paid for the meal with his card and sat right down next to Stella. “Hiii again! Whatcha doing?”

“Oh, well I’m  just drawing some stuff. Rosa is currently busy with gardening.”

“Oh, who’s Rosa?”

“You know that girl who yelled at you for bumping into me?”

“Oh, that’s her. does she hate me?”

“Ehh, well she doesn’t hate you per se, but she was quite mad at you.”

“Fair point. I would love to meet her and try to address what happened and try apologizing. I uh don’t wanna be seen as a jerk.”

“Well, she doesn’t see you as a jerk but that seems fair!”

“Say… do you have Dinocord? I would love to chat with you more!”

“Oh, well sure!” she pulled out her phone and pulled up the Dinocord app and showed her username to Cyrus, but something felt familiar about it. Cyrus typed in her username and clicked ‘send friend request’ but one message prevented it.

‘You are already friends with this user.’

“Huh.. wait.”

“Uhh, is there something wrong? Is my username typed incorrectly?"

“...Uhhh, it says you’re already friends with me as… Stegosaur?” That one sentence alone made Stella widen his eyes as Cyrus stared at her. 

“Uhhh… uhh, I-I gotta go.” Stella immediately packed up her bag and started to walk out, leaving her lunch while Cyrus slowly chased until she went past the door. 

“W-wait, Stella, wait!” he reached his hand out to the open door, staring at the empty corridor. “Noooo…. Crap.”

He slowly went back to his seat, slowly eating his food disappointingly but also in shock.

"Can't believe it... She's stegostar?”

-

Another set of hours later, and he was now outside of the auditorium door, looking somewhat sad and staring at the floor.

“Hello, Mister Thomas. Is something wrong?”

He noticed Spears looking down at him, a miserable expression on his face. “Unfortunately, yes. You know Stella? I discovered something about her and she seems... mad at me? She's avoiding me.”

“Ah, well it might seem that way, but you’ll never know. I do hope this gets better in the future. Do you want to go inside so you can feel better with the music?”

“I… sure, thanks Mister Spears.”

“You’re welcome.” 

Cyrus walked in, looking around, looking around until he spotted Naser slamming his fist down onto a plastic fold-up table with a stack of orange and white pizza boxes next to a bald human with a slightly greyish green shirt with an open Green jacket with rolled sleeves over it along with grey shoes and blue jeans.  “Yo hey, something happened?”

“Huh? Oh yeah, sorry, I just got mad. Apparently someone is shaming my sis-sibling’s band… again.” Naser let out a sigh. “God, I shouldn't have invited everyone here.”

“Hey, if they don’t appreciate the band, they can suck my dick!” Cyrus replied!

“Ehh, maybe don’t say it like that but I get your point. Oh yeah also, this is the new student Naomi mentioned earlier, his name is Anon!”

“Umm… sup.” The Lex Luthor knockoff said.

“W-well, it’s nice to meet another guy. Especially a human! No offense of course.”

“None taken, I guess.” They both stared at the stage which was just covered by the curtain. 

“Umm… Sooooo, do you like… Snoot-tube?”

“I guess.” He replied in a disinterested tone.

After a whole minute of awkward silence between the two along with the chatters of other people, Cyrus decided to go to the corner. “Y’know what, I’m just gonna go somewhere else and listen there. Sorry dude.”

“Eh, It’s fine.”

Cyrus took off one of his fingerless gloves and grabbed a slice of pepperoni pizza, sitting near the corner as he stared at the stage, a face with uncertainty in his eyes. Suddenly, the curtains opened, revealing the band's drummer who was a pink raptor with short reddish-orange hair and a red tank top. A silver Pterodactyl with long silver hair, donning an all black gothic or punk-esque set up wielded a beat up bass and was presumably the front man for the band. next to her was a short purple triceratops wearing a yellow hoodie with an odd circular symbol on her breasts, she along with the pterodactyl also wielded a bass guitar. But where was the guitarist and why two basses?

First, the Purple one started to pluck on her bass creating a solid bassline for all the others to follow up to but when the others started with their instruments, it all just went down from there. The song sounded like a cat drowning in a washing machine wailing in agony as it spun around at 200 rotations a minute. The “Music” broke through the sound barrier and shook the school slightly, making everyone laugh, except for Cyrus.

“Hah, they still fucking suck!”

“Tumblr The band!”

“Who bought the writing team for High Guardian Spice instruments!”

“HELLO KITTY SUICIDE CLUB PART TWO?!”

This made Cyrus cover his ears, lay down on the floor and close his eyes, trying his best to ignore all of the noise around him. “Stop stop stop stop, please!” he cried out.

As he held his hands tighter over his ears, he felt something weird around him, like static. He could feel and see his eyes let out a bright blue glow, so he opened his eyes back up but saw a bunch of large blue electrical webs surround him, making him reach out but saw that his palm was surrounded with the same stuff and tingled with a strange heat.

“FUCK YOU! FUCK ALL OF YOU!” The silver one from the band yelled out.

“NO ONE WANTS TO FUCK YOU, BI-”  before that person could even finish what he was yelling, the whole auditorium was suddenly surrounded in darkness, the bolts and the lights from his eyes disappearing right after. 

“What the?” Cyrus brought out his phone and turned on the flashlight, most of the other students doing the same.

“Man, that band sucked so much, the power went out!”

“Fucking shitty ass band, even the school building itself disliked that.”

Cyrus looked away, and just stood in awe as the monstrous neanderthal ran throughs and yelled, “EVERYONE CALM DOWN! Everyone is now dismissed for the day as the school is now experiencing a blackout. Exit immediately, or I will suplex all of you!”

Cyrus and the others immediately ran out, but not before the former grabbed a quick pizza box.

-

Later in the afternoon, during the time when it was almost dark, Cyrus sat on the couch in his house’s living room, staring at his hands, thinking about one thing.

“Come on, I know I somehow caused that blackout. I saw the lights that surrounded my hands, I’m trying my hardest.”

He would groan and grit his teeth at his hands, trying to get the electricity on his hands to appear again, but nothing would come, making him let out a sigh.

“God damn it.” he sat back and sinked into the cushion, rubbing his head until he felt something.

A flicker on his finger. He immediately jerked his hand back up, taking another look and saw it himself- a tendril of blue electricity surrounding his fingers yet again.

“There it is! Finally!” Cyrus squealed with excitement at this, jumping up and down, but that caused the tendril to hit his arm, causing a quick and painful shock.

“Ah! Crap!” he held his arm in pain. “Oh my god, I can’t believe it! I-I got superpowers, like actual real superpowers! Okay, okay I gotta take a deep breath.” Inhale, exhale “Okay, I guess I gotta… learn how to use it. How long is it until Sam gets home?”
He checks his phone’s time.

5:30

“Alright, 6 hours until he comes back! Gives me enough time to learn and goof around! First thing, a paperclip!” He looked around until he found one, putting it right on the coffee table, and aiming his hand at it. He closed his eyes and thought about the electricity from before coming out of his hand and touching it. He opened his eyes when they glowed blue again, seeing the familiar tendrils coming from his hand touching the paperclip and making it float. Over time over the course of four hours, he moved over from just paper clips he found in the kitchen drawer to soda cans and even small metal water bottles. The only reason he stopped was because he heard a sound he was all too familiar with.

Guuuuuuuuuuuuurrrglle

A big blush appeared on his face from the sound his stomach made, making him go back into the kitchen and get some slices of cold pizza.

“God, I didn’t think I would go on for so long. God, I need to recharge.”

-

Another hour later, with Cyrus sitting back on the living room couch scrolling on SnootTube shorts until he heard the shuffling of keys right from outside the front door.

“Oh shit, Sam’s here!”

He quickly got up and stood in front of the door as it opened, seeing Sam in a jacket and jeans.

“ Yaaaaaaaaawn God, that shift was so fucking tiring, I just wanna go to be- wait, Cyrus? The hell are you still doing up, It’s like 11pm!” Sam asked, confused.

“Wellllll, recently something big happened!”

“Oh my god, did you get into trouble already?” Sam groaned.

“No, I didn’t! But something else more big, and positive!”

“Okayyy? If this is all for nothing, you’re sleeping an hour early tomorrow. I’m way too tired for this.”

Cyrus smiled and immediately pointed his open hand at a soda can on the floor, focusing on the electricity yet again. After a few seconds, as expected blue electricity came out and the can flew right to his palm. Cyrus looked back at Sam, expecting a reaction, but instead, Sam had his mouth and eyes wide open, staring at his hand.

“I-I uh w-wha-wha-WHAT THE FUCK!?” Sam yelled out.

“I-I… d-did I upset you?”

“N-no, You didn’t… lemme just.” Sam backed up, putting his hands on his head while taking a few deep breaths.

“I’m sorry, I should’ve kept them hidden-”

“No, no no no, you shouldn’t but… holy fucking shit… My brother has superpowers… My BROTHER has SUPERPOWERS.”

“Well, calm down, It’s cool, isn’t it?”

“Well Yes but DUDE, I think you should realize that this is a big fucking deal! How did you even get to do that?!” 

“...Remember when I went on a walk yesterday?”

“Yeah, but-” He paused for a few seconds. “Where exactly did you go?”

“The docks.”

“Wait, sooo how did that-”

“There was an explosion near there and I got caught in this purple gas.”

“Oh my gooood… and you didn’t tell me!? What if you got sick!?”

“I… Yeah, I should have thought of that.”

“Goddamn it… Good thing you didn’t get sick and instead, just powers.”

“Should I get tested?”

“ NO, no no no no no, I am very fucking sure they will take you away! I do NOT want you kidnapped by the government.”

“Yeah, that’s fair. But what should I do?”

“I don’t know, but until then, keep those things a secret! Like I said, I do NOT want you to be dissected or have your brain examined with wires and needles! It’s bad enough if you get in trouble in school. But until then, we are KEEPING IT A FUCKING SECRET! Understood?”

“Yes sir.” Cyrus replied in fear.

“Good, and now if you excuse me, I’m now heading to bed. God, I need an Ibuprofen.”  Sam walked over to his room, closing the door as Cyrus did the same thing with

 his room. But as he did, he felt his phone vibrate, so he took it out, and widened his eyes and he saw one text message.

—Monday, February 6th—

Anonymous: “I know what you did.” — 11:40 PM

Chapter Text

January 10th, Year 201M2020 BC

A hellish electronic wail broke through Cyrus, waking him up right in the early morning. He felt like shit but no matter what, he had to go to school so he was now up and getting ready as usual for the last 4 days. As he got ready some things were on his mind: The newfound abilities, the docks incident that had been appearing on the news alerts, along with the appearances of several other people with similar mutations, and the text from Monday. For now, he was just using his powers to do things like set up dishes and practice moving around more soda cans with the electricity.

“God, what an absolute hell of a week.” He groaned 

After putting on his usual outfit and grabbing his bag, he left his house, and walked to school, focusing on the road ahead to clear his mind. of what happened at school and on the news. “Ugghhh.” He walked on the sidewalk, aiming to make it to school before 1st period.As he walked, he brought out his phone and looked at the message from 4 days ago. 

—Monday, February 6th—

Anonymous: “I know what you did.” — 11:40 PM

He ignored it for the last few days because he didn’t want to believe someone had seen him use his powers and that it was a sick-ass joke. But over the course of the week, he slowly started to think that that wasn’t the case.

Cyrus: ”Who is this? How did you get my number” — 9:05 AM

He was about to put his phone back but surprisingly, the anonymous person replied instantly.

Anonymous: “Reasons. Speaking of, I have one reason to believe you have gained abilities, which has caught my attention.”— 9:05 AM

Cyrus: “I have no idea what you are talking about.”— 9:05 AM

Anonymous: “It is understandable you would be trying to cover it up, but you have no reason to lie to me. I have no ill intentions, but rather I have something to suggest to you.”— 9:05 AM

Cyrus: “What”— 9:06 AM

Anonymous: “I know you’re thinking about what to do with these powers, and I wanna suggest that you help people with them.”— 9:06 AM

Cyrus: “What do you mean?”— 9:06 AM

Anonymous: “You see, You have been given a gift. A gift to make a difference and protect people. Are you willing to accept this responsibility?”— 9:06 AM

He stared at his phone, thinking about what they asked.

Cyrus: “I promise to get back to you on that, but now I have school.” — 9:07 AM

He put his phone right back in his pocket, now going back to walking.

30 minutes later, he walked right into his school and walked to the cafeteria for breakfast. There he spotted a familiar pink raptor trying and struggling to get something from a vending machine.

“Mmm, come on man. I need some Dr. Dino.” He was currently struggling with the machine, lightly smacking it.

“Oh uh Is something wrong?” Cyrus asked.

“Eh, nothing too bad, just can’t get my soda. Guess I’ll just go without my daily caffeine fix.” Reed shrugged.

“Wait, no no, I can help!”

“Oh alright! Do you have some Dr. Dino in your bag?”

“Well, I have something better!” Cyrus put his hand right on the side of the machine, secretly trying to channel his electricity into his fingertips, causing the light of the machine to buzz and flicker until a drink popped out. “There ya go! A can of… Glacier Fizz. Crap.”

“Ey it’s okay, Amigo! Thanks for getting me a drink, how’d ya do that though?”

“Uhhhh.” Cyrus stuttered nervously, rubbing the back of his head. “Just a trick I learned at my old school.”

“Ah, well again thanks, amigo!”

“You’re welcome. What’s your name?”

“Name’s Reed, dude.” 

“Well, It’s nice to meet you, Reed! Mine’s Cyrus.”

“Hmm, interesting name. Reminds me of… Cyrus the Second, past king of Persia.”

“Huh, people usually compare my name to the Singer.”

“Nah, not really into that music the most, I thought of the king first.” DING DONG DING DONG. DING DONG DING DONG “Speakin of history, I gotta go there for class now. See ya later, bro and I hope we can talk more. But before I go.” He raised his hand and formed it into a fist. “Fist bump?”

Cyrus gladly returned the bump, smiling.

“Alright man, talk to you later!”

“Same, you too!” Cyrus said, waving as he walked away.

3 hours later and it was now time for lunch in the cafeteria where Cyrus usually ate his food but he decided to leave the lunchroom and go into the auditorium. There he found a comfortable set of chairs to sit in while eating and watching Snoot-tube. Since Monday, this is what he has been doing, because he didn’t wanna potentially upset Stella anymore than he did as he saw it. But as he was watching a video of some Australian human youtuber with brown short hair talking about shitty fan films, he heard the set of drums being beaten, along with the familiar sounds of shitty music hitting his ears. 

“Nngh!” He held his ears and looked around to see where the sound came from, only to see that on the stage, 3 familiar people stood.

“Wait, is that the band I saw on Monday?” he quietly asked himself, taking his hands out.

Now, he could hear the conversation between the Purple one and the Grey one.

“So about that Anon guy; He seems okay. Definitely better than the assholes at the concert.” The grey one said.

“I still don’t like him, Fang. He MISGENDERED you for God's sake.” The purple one replied.

“Well, fair but still, he does seem okay. Besides I thought you felt bad for how poor he is?”

“Yeah, but still, he didn’t respect your pronouns!”

“Fair enough.”

“I’d say he’s a chill dude.” Said Reed. “Maybe if we talk more to him, we can get to know him better and maybe you'll warm up to him.”

“Fine.” The purple one grumbled. 

Cyrus tried to sneak out of the auditorium and was only 5 inches away from the door when he heard a large yell from the auditorium. “WHO THE FUCK IS OVER THERE!?”

“Uuh, hi.” He nervously waved at who yelled which was the purple social justice warrior herself.

“What the hell are you doing over here?” She stomped her feet over to Cyrus, pointing a finger right in his face. “Come to make fun of us, huh?!” She gritted her teeth at him.

“N-no I wasn’t, I just came here to eat in peace.”

“Yeah, right. How do we know you aren’t just one of those idiots from the concert?”

Fang asked.

“Yeah, and I’m just gonna tell you this, asshat. If you are gonna let out a laugh at us, you picked the wrong time and place to do so.” She cracked her knuckles and gritted her teeth, making Cyrus immediately start to walk out until Reed interrupted. 

“Woah woah, hey Trish, he’s cool.” Reed suddenly yelled out. “How are you, man?”

“Oh, well I’m fine. Nice to know you have a band.”

“Yeah, we have a band,” Fang said. “But who the hell are you?”

“Uhh, I’m Cyrus.”

“Oh. So you’re another new guy. Great.” sighed the purple bitch.

“Yep! What about your names? Well, except Reed’s.”

“I’m Fang if you didn’t hear.”

“I don’t know why it matters, but it’s Trish. But why were you in the auditorium? That’s for band practice, not creeps who stare at others without them knowing.”

“Hey, I was just watching a video a-and I was kinda sad about something so I chose to eat in the auditorium. So does this mean I am not allowed in there anymore?”

“Of course no-”

“Yo, you can come in when we practice, dude! Anytime you like.” Reed interrupted, with Trish now giving him the stink eye.

“Like Fang said, how do we not know he isn’t just making fun of us?” She yelled.

“Well, he’s chill! He got me a soda with a secret trick of his. It’s like he used magic on the machine!”

“Huh; may I know this ‘secret trick’?” This of course makes Cyrus stammer and stutter.

“It’s called a secret for a reason, no reveals!”

“Fine, whatever. I’ll make sure to find out one day.” She said, showing off an evil smirk.

“Anyways, I’m gonna go back and finish my lunch. I think I left it in the auditoriu-” 

DING DONG DING DONG. DING DONG DING DONG

“...Damn it.” 

“Welp, see ya later dude. Hope you get to enjoy our music next time!” Reed said, waving goodbye at Cyrus as he went with the rest of the band and left in the other direction of the hallway. Trish gave Cyrus an evil stare as he got his lunch and threw it away as there was no point eating now. 

1 hour and 24 minutes later

DING DONG DING DONG DING DONG DING DONG

Finally, the last bell of the day. Cyrus gladly got on his backpack and began to walk out until he felt his phone vibrate. He got his phone out to see a Dinocord message notification from a certain someone.

Stegostar231: “Come to the garden. Please”—2:49 PM.

Why is she messaging me now? he thought. He of course walked through the front door of the school and went on the side, going to the garden to see the Stego Star herself, sitting on one of the benches and facing a beautiful row of Daffodils.

“Hey, Cyrus.” She said, looking down at herself.

“Hey Is everything okay?”

“No nothing is… I just wanted to say something.”

“Okay and what is that?”

“I’m sorry for lying to you. I’m sorry for tricking you into thinking I was something else. I was afraid someone would think I was boring for not being from somewhere interesting. So I can understand if you don’t wanna be friends anymore.”

“I…” Cyrus took a deep breath for his response, thinking about what he wanted to say until he finally let it all out. “I’m glad you aren’t Japanese, Stella.”

“Wait, what?” She looked back at Cyrus, showing a confused and slightly offended expression.

“No wait, no no no. I-I mean I’m glad that you aren’t because I can talk to you more. Sure, I was upset at how you lied, but I wasn’t too mad about it. I was more focused on staying away because I thought I upset you.”

“You didn’t! But are you sure you wanna continue being friends with me? Since I tricked you and all.”

“Yeah, we could be friends! Hell, we could be even better friends since we live in the same school!”

“Hmmm… okay sure. We can be good friends.” She smiled at Cyrus.

“Yep! Maybe we should promise not to hide who we are, though?”

“Yeah, we should do that. I promise. Do you?"

“Yep, I promise! Anyways, do you uhh… wanna hang out now or?”

“Sorry, but I have to supervise Campus Beautification for now with Rosa.”

“Oh boy, I hate to be the person who has to do all the garden work.”

“I’d say it’s fun! Maybe you could try it sometime?”

“Maybe if I get detention, hehe. Anyways, see you later!”

Cyrus gladly waved goodbye to Stella, smiling with joy. 

Chapter Text

1. January 11th, Year 201M2020 BC

Right at 9 o'clock in the morning, there stood Cyrus, staring at the two metal trash cans in front of him, staring intensely while making a gun gesture with his hand. 

“Yer came to the wrong town, sonny.” He said in a Southern cowboy accent. He aimed his finger gun at one of the two trash cans, staring it down before he put his thumb down. He made a PEW sound, one small bolt shooting out, hitting the trashcan and knocking it down. “That’s how yer do it.” he raised his finger up to his face, blowing on the tip like it was a gun.

“Jesus Christ, you’re cringe.” He suddenly heard his brother speak behind him from the back door, leaning his body against the doorframe. “You really think that makes you look cool?”

“Shut up, it does!”

“Acting like a western cowboy and pretending your hand is a gun isn’t cool looking." He chided, rolling his eyes. “Anyway, since it’s Saturday, I don’t have work. So uhh wanna do anything today? Maybe go out to eat?”

“Ehh, I wanna test out my powers more. I wanna see how much I can do!”

“Don’t you think it’s enough? Over the 4 days since you had those weird ass abilities, you evolved from paperclips to metal bars!”

“Yeah, so? I feel like I can do more! Maybe if I train enough, I can move cars!”

“...and why would you need to move cars?”

“Maybe for… if I needed to go somewhere or get it fixed.”

“Fair enough. Maybe put your electricity stuff to good use and mow the lawn?”

Cyrus immediately groaned. “Fine….”

“Hey if you got powers, you better put them to good use around the house!”

“Isn’t your lawn mower broken though? The battery is broke- WAIT A FUCKING MINUTE!” He ran into the small shed in the yard, shuffling noises coming from inside until he came back out, holding one large blade. “What if I use the abilities to make the blade spin maybe and go around, cutting the grass?”

“Hmm. Yeah, that could work, though that would probably cut someone. But try it anyway.”

Cyrus put the blade on the ground and aimed his hand at it, the arcs appearing from his hand again and surrounding the blade, causing it to slowly spin and float. “Alright, I got it!” The blade was slowly accelerating, moving around the lawn. “Just a few more seconds, aaaaaaaand.” Now it was the proper speed at cutting the grass, slicing it clean. “It’s working!” He gladly moved it around, slicing all of it in just 2 minutes.

“Huh. Okay, good job.”

“Yep. guess you could say I cut through this task.” Cyrus chuckled, playfully smirking at Sam, not noticing the blade slowly coming to him. 

“Uhh, Cyrus? I think you should keep your attention on the thing..”

“Huh?” Cyrus heard the rip of fabric from below, causing him to look back at the spinning cutter, as it slowly aimed for his legs, causing him to panic. Stumbling onto his ass, he stopped the electricity, severing all motion from the object as it fell down.“Okaaaaay, I’m probably never doing that again.”

“Please don’t. I will actively beat your ass in the hospital if you somehow cut my wings off."

“Alright alright, point taken. But I guess I’m done with the lawn mowing now. Maybe I could…” He pondered on what he should do, tapping his fingers on his arms. “I could try flying!”

“And how are you going to get that to work?”

“What, you don’t believe I can?”

“I’ll believe it when I see it.” He shrugged

“Hmm…” He looked around, thinking to himself until he spotted one of the metal trash cans. “I think I got something.” He grabbed the lid off of the trash can and put it on the ground before getting on top of it.

“Hold on, are you doing what I think you’re doing?”

“Yep!” he aimed his hand at the lid, electric arcs flowing out of it as it went onto the lid. “Okay here we gooo aaaaaand.” he lifted up his hand, making the disc slowly go up which brought him up too. “O-oh holy crap! HOLY FRICKING CRAP! LOOK SAM, I’M FLYING!”

“O-oh damn! You are!” Sam looked in awe as he saw Cyrus. “Dude, you better not go too high!”

“I won’t… probably. I’m just gonna go down now.” He floated back down and stepped off the lid. “ But imagine, Sam. I could be like… like a superher-”

“Absolutely not! Do you not remember what I said on monday? KEEP. YOUR. POWERS. HIDDEN.” Sam yelled.

“But I… I wanna do something with these besides household chores. Having the ability to make electricity from my fingers only to use it for stuff like washing dishes or mowing the lawn is boring as hell, dude! I wanna shock bad people or-or get back at bad people!”

“Dude, I get you want to do something better than just making soda cans float like a magnet, but it’s for your own good.” He put his hands on Cyrus’s shoulders. “I don’t want you to get hurt, kidnapped, or anything bad happen to you, okay? End of discussion.”

“I….I understand. Sorry.” He looked down.

“Well, it’s understandable, but I’m glad you get it now .” 

“Yeah, alright.”

“I’m gonna go and make breakfast, and I’m gonna leave for to go to Harley’s in an hour.” 

“Okay, whatever.” Cyrus looked down, putting his hands in his pockets as he walked in.

“ sigh you’ll understand soon enough, dude.”

50 minutes later.

Sam, now wearing a long sleeve T-shirt and another pair of jeans, waved to Cyrus goodbye as he grabbed his bag from the side.“Alright man, see ya in a few hours. Don’t burn the house down, don’t be bad, don’t uhh-”

“Oh come on, I’m seventeen, you don’t need to worry.”

“Says the Immature dumbass who now can burn down the house with his hands.”

“Fiiiiine. Whatever. See you later.” He hugged Sam good and tight, making Cyrus push him off, call him a dork, and run to his Truck, turning it on and driving away. “Alright, what to do, what to do…” He tapped his fingers against each other, making small bursts of lightning appear between them. 

“Doo doo doo… I can do some stuff with my powers.” Over the next hour, Cyrus did stuff such as put smiley faces on metal soda cans and made them dance, making a soda can pyramid to knock it down with another one, throwing the soda cans all around the walls, and anything else you could do with soda cans and electricity. 

“God, This is boring as hell.” He put the cans right back into one of the barrels and sat back onto the living room couch, rubbing his head. “Come on, Come on, Think Cyrus Think!” he thought out lod. But then he remembered something. “Hmm, maybe… No no no, Sam didn’t want me to do it. Hmm, I can wear a disguise, maybe he won’t recognize me!” Cyrus immediately jumped up and went into the closet cabinet, looking around for anything to wear. 

“Come on. Come on, There’s gotta be something that can be good to wear.” He looked around until he found a few things. A Dark grey hoodie, a Baseball cap, Grey sweatpants, a old ski mask, and gloves of a dark grey. “Huh. This could possibly work.” He went into the bathroom and a few minutes later, he got out with all the clothes on. “Hmm okay, I think I look… decent.” He said looking around. “Now, to fight crime!” he yelled happily. “...Okay, that sounded weird.”

Now he was up in the air in the city, riding on the trash can lid, smooth sailing in the air… Is what people would say if they were on drugs. In reality, he was shaking in the air, crouching while holding on for dear life as he flew, getting really close to the ground a few times.

“AH CRAP, ah crap crap CRAP!” He flew all around the place, almost hitting and dodging a few surprised bystanders.

“EY, WATCH WHERE THE FUCK YA GOING, YA ASSHAT FREAK!” One random spinosaur yelled out.

“S-Sorry, I don’t have my LIIICEEEEEEEENNNSEE!” He continued to fly around, screaming for dear life. “Come on, come on, I don’t wanna dieeee!” He closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths, silently praying to himself. “Come on, please don’t let this be my last day, pleeeeeasssse…” he slowed down and went onto the ground, getting off the disc. “Okay, Guess I’m not doing that for a little bit, Little bit meaning forever.” He took a deep breath while he looked down at his feet, walking on the sidewalk and sulking in disappointment until a loud voice from a nearby gas station caught his attention.

“Give me all your goddamn money, and no one gets hurt!” A big deep manly voice roared out.

“Oh crap, some action!” Cyrus immediately ran over and went inside, seeing a big red stegosaurus with a dark green sweater and a shitty black mask with 2 holes cut out for eyes pointing a pistol at a green and purple therizinosaur at the register wearing a red apron shuffling a thing of money to him.

“STOP RIGHT THERE, evil-doer!” Cyrus yelled, pointing his finger at the red stego. “Your crime-committing days are over!”

“I’m sorry, what? Who the fuck are you?” The red stego asked.

“I-I’m uhh… electric boy! And your days of committing crimes are over!”

“Ah come on, get the fuck out of here, ya brat!”

“Aw come on, is the big dumb baddie too afraid to take me on?”

“Is the little pussy ass bitch afraid of a gun?” He suddenly pointed his gun at Cyrus, cocking it. “You’re gonna be so sad you won’t live to see tomorrow. Cyrus at first raised his hands up, scared for his life but then.

“Wait, why am I worried, I can do this!” He pointed his hand towards the gun, blue electricity shooting out onto it, making it move quickly to his own hand. “Hah, now I got your gun! Whatcha gonna do no- BANG AH CRAP!” The sound startled Cyrus, causing him to drop the gun onto the floor yet again making the gun go off, and making the two other people cover themselves.

“Goddamn brat, just stop before you kill me!” The large ass stego yelled.

“No, I’m not just gonna let you-” He saw the man walking towards him, trying to grab the gun. “Oh, you aren’t grabbing anything, evil-doer!” He grabbed the guy’s arm, making him extremely angry, and tried to pry off his hand.

“KID GET YOUR HAND O-” Suddenly, electric arcs came out of his hand yet again and into the guy himself, making him scream in pain for a few seconds before he fell and passed out on the floor, his fingers barely touching the gun.

“Alright, there you go you’re safe now.”

“T-thanks. Please tell me that guy is dead.” The store clerk asked nervously, making Cyrus widen his eyes, and check the guy’s pulse.

…..thump……..thump….

“N-no, he isn’t, thank god.”

“‘Thank god’? He tried robbing my store!”

“Hey, I’m sorry but I don’t want to go to prison for murder, I haven’t even graduated Yet!” seeing as everything was now okay, walked out, taking out his lid and stepping on it.“Alright, wow, that went surprisingly well. Hopefully, it stays that way. Now to perfect my flying skills.” he took a deep breath, looking down at the ground. He started to let the electricity flow out of his hands into the bin, moving it forward slowly, but as it went, it got higher and faster, making his fear slowly grow, but he took another deep breath. 

“Come on, don’t fight it, don’t fight it! Aaaaand now we are smooth sailing!” Now instead of having the stability of a meth addict, he was now gliding in the air smoothly and safely. 

“Huh, I can get the hang of this! Now I see why people go to plane school or wherever they go to for that.” He shrugged. Suddenly, he heard a loud high-pitched girly scream.

“YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! Let go of my bag, you freak!”

“Oh crap, someone needs my help!” he shuffled on the lid and flew over to above a nearby alley where the sound was coming from, seeing yet another crap black mask wearing dino attempting to take a blue messenger bag of a certain orange parasaur. “Holy shit, Naomi? Oh god, gotta save her!” He quickly flew down to the alley, placing his hand onto the guy’s back and pushing out a big shock throughout his body, knocking him out and fall on his back. “T-There you go, ma’am! You okay?” He looked up to see the familiar wide eyed parasaur herself. 

“I-I… Yes, thank you! I was for sure going to lose that bag!”

“Well, I’m glad I got here before it got stolen. Also I love the color and look, it’s very pretty!”

“Aww, thank you!” Naomi cooed. “I got it from Amazon and I’ve had it for 3 years!”

“Well, I’ll make sure to buy a bag from them sometime, but now I got to go! Bye bye!” He waved as he looked up and started to float up until he heard Naomi.

“W-Wait wait, what is your name!? And how are you flying up like that?”

Cyrus quickly flew down, turning around. “Oh, well I can control electricity so I can move things like metal!”

“Oooh, that’s interesting!”

“Oh and uhh my name. You might know me as-” THUD. Suddenly, Cyrus felt something big hit the back of his head, making him fall on his stomach. 

“GET AWAY FROM MY GIRLFRIEND, YOU FUCKING DICK!”

“O-Oww, wha-” He was suddenly grabbed by his shirt, and brought up face to face in front of another familiar grey dino, gritting his teeth and furrowing his eyebrows.

“I’m gonna fucking break your jaw.” He aimed his fist right at his face, making Cyrus have his electricity build up in his hands before Naomi interrupted. 

“N-Naser, stop! He’s the one that saved me from the robber!” She yelled out, pointing at the unconscious man behind her.

“Wait, what?”

“Agggh, godamn it, it hurts.” Naser let Cyrus go as he groaned in pain, standing up while doing so. “I-It hurts so fucking bad…”

“Oh shit. hey uh I’m sorry dude, I just thought you were trying to steal from my girlfriend. You okay?”

“I-I wouldn’t say I’m in perfect tip-top shape after that strong as hell punch, but I’m okay hehe.” He nervously laughed. “I-I understand what you were trying to do, don’t worry. Name’s Electric Boy and I’m uh gonna go now.” Right before he stepped onto his lid, he got a shoulder tap from Naomi.

“W-wait, do you want us to tell the police what happened?” She asked.

“Oh well uh sure, the police should know they have a helping hand!” He quickly waved goodbye as he flew off, swerving around as he looked for anything else to do. “Alright well now that was a close call, almost got my beak broken in two. Should I go home now?” As he contemplated on what to do, he felt his phone vibrate, making him pull it out.

                                                  —Monday, February 11th—

Anonymous: “I have seen what you are doing. I do admire that you are helping people, but I suggest you should at least learn other skills.” — 11:45 AM

Cyrus: “I mean, do I really need to do that? I have been improving my electric powers enough, what else is there?” — 11:45 AM.

Anonymous: “Learn certain styles of combat, because not only would it be more damage with electricity, but when your powers are not working for any reason, you can still defend yourself.” — 11:46 AM.

Cyrus: “Huh. Maybe. Anything else?” — 11:46 AM.

Anonymous: “Understand that what you are doing may be dangerous at times. and look for a better outfit. The one you’re currently wearing would make people think you are a criminal.” — 11:47 AM.

“Ah come on, It ain’t that…. Bad.” he said out loud to himself, putting his phone up. “But maybe I could wear something better. But whatever, Imma just go home now.”

20 minutes later.

He landed right in front of the main door, almost tripping when he hit the ground but ignored it, took his mask off and started shuffling to open the door, finally opening it. “Ah thank god, I can learn how to” He froze. There stood Sam in the living room, standing up, crossing his arms, and just staring at Cyrus with a look of combined confusion and surprise. “U-uhhh Hey Sam. You home from Harley’s early?”

“Uhh yeah I am, but what are you doing wearing a dark outfit and a ski mask?” 

“W-well, I just went out for a bit so-”

“Cyrus. Your outfit is not something a normal person would wear, you look more like a freakin child molester so cut the bullcrap.” he narrowed his eyes and stared at Cyrus with a glare, making him sigh and rub the back of his head.

“Okay, so I might have… disobeyed your request to keep my powers underwrap.” That made Sam widen his eyes.

“WHAT!?”

“W-wait, don’t worry, I wore a mask, no one knew it was me-”

“Not the point!” He stood up, crossing his arms and staring at cyrus with a angry stare. “You didn’t even listen to me! Do I need to remind you of how the government can and will kidnap you!”

“W-well, again, I wore a mask! And uh besides, I saved 2 people today.”

“...what?”

“Y-yeah, I saved a convenience store worker from a guy with a gun and even a classmate of mine from getting robbed!”

“B-but still! This isn’t a game Cyrus, you can get hurt! You don’t even know how to fight properly, you just got your powers a few days ago, and you are now just risking your life! And it’s only because you don’t wanna do chores and be stuck at home!”

“I… Yeah, that is fair.” 

Sam groaned and rubbed his temples. “Cyrus, this is serious! You could’ve gotten hurt, or worse!”

“B-but-”

“No buts!” He gritted his teeth in disappointment. “You are getting yourself hurt out there if you do this stuff!”

“Look, I get why you’re worried. But you’re acting like I should just sit around, doing nothing but I’m not an idiot, dude. I know this is dangerous, but doesn't mean I shouldn't do shit.”

Sam scoffed. “You’ve had your powers for what, a week? And you seriously think you can handle the kind of people out there?”

“I know that I can’t! At least not yet. That’s why I need to get out there. That’s why I need to train! To get better!” He looked right back at him. “Just please, trust me. If I am learning to be an adult soon, I’ll also do anything to make sure to train, and keep my powers better hidden in public hell I might even make a better suit to go around in. I know I might get hurt out there, but I gotta learn somehow, right? And that is a risk I think I can take.”

“Sigh Are you sure about this? Do you actually wanna do this?”

Cyrus closed his eyes and took a deep breath before staring at his brother head-on. “Yes, I do.” 

Sam let out a long sigh in frustration before finally sitting down on the couch. "I swear, you are just the most stubborn moron I have ever met, you know that?"

“Is that a yes? You’re okay with me doing it?”

“To be honest, no. But knowing you, you’d just sneak off and do it anyway, so I'd prefer if we were honest with each other so…”

“Phew, thank god! Thank you!” Cyrus instantly grinned and hugged his brother tight.

“UP UP UP! Before you do all that, you do have to get something better to wear.”

“Really? I think it looks fine.” He said, letting go and just walking into his room.

“If you think that looks fine, then I have to worry about your fashion sense too.” He yelled.

“Shut up!” Cyrus yelled back, pulling a black notebook out of his bed, along with a pencil. “Alright, Mister Electric Boy.” He said to himself, a cheeky grin appearing on his face.

“Time to design…”