Audio Log #2

Hey guys, it’s Church again. I wanted to bring you an update on everything that has been going on recently. First off, I met this really neat person named Sunset Shi- Alpha, shut the fuck up. She’s nice and you know it. Sorry, but she is a really interesting person with a… unique group of friends. I also talked to a student named Doc today. I think I figured out why I recognised him earlier this morning. I’m looking through my dad’s experimentation logs and I see that he’s been experimenting on a subject named DuFresne, which just happens to be the last name of Doc. I'm pretty sure that's just a coincidence, but you can never be too sure. That’s pretty much everything notable that happened today, I’ll talk to you tomorrow. This is Leonard Church, signing off.

CHAPTER 3- Boxed In

The halls of CHS were never quiet. At least, they weren’t in the ears of Frank Dufresne. Even when the halls were bare and no students were present, it seemed that the walls were talking to him. They obviously were not, but every day he would hear whispers in his mind that were telling him about the “Mercenaries” or the “states”. It was almost as if someone were warning him about something.

“I can’t fucking believe I forgot my lunch!” A voice shouted in the hall. Dufresne looked in the direction of who was shouting, and saw Dexter Grif- a heavier-set teenager that he was all-too familiar with. He wore an orange tank-top and had a fully grown-out chinstrap beard.

“Look, would you stop complaining if I gave you my lunch?? God, you are such a fatass!” Said his companion, Simmons, who was taller and skinnier than the heavy teenager. He had bangs of brown hair, a ponytail, and was cleanly shaven. Dufresne walked up to the bickering duo.

“So, how’s the number one couple in CHS?” He said sarcastically. The duo looked up to him and immediately stopped arguing.

“Fuck off, Doc! I’m having an existential crisis!” Grif said while making both of his hands into fists. “I forgot my Masala at home and I’m going to die without it! I rely on indian food to live!” He said, his eyes watery. Simmons sighed, looking to Doc while pinching the bridge of his nose.

“I am trying to get him to stop complaining by just giving him my food, but he won’t take it because it isn’t indian food.” He said with disappointment in his voice. Grif turned around and pointed at Simmons with anger in his eyes.

“It’s Masala Monday and you know it!! I'm gonna starve if we don't do something!!” He sighed and folded his arms. “I'm thinking of calling mom to bring me my lunch, but she's probably busy with Kakaina or something. Why did that little bitch have to be born last week?” He said in reference to his little sister. Doc looked to Simmons and sighed.

“Since when was Grif into Indian food?” Doc asked suddenly. Simmons looked to Grif and back to Doc.

“You know what? I don't even know.” Simmons said.

Church and Sunset stood outside of Celestia’s room, both waiting for the principal to do some scheduling stuff. It was quiet between the two of them, and the silence was very uncomfortable. Sunset decided to start some small talk.

“So…” she began. Church looked to her to see what she wanted. She needed to keep the conversation alive. “So why are you coming to this school? Have you heard about some of the things that happened here?” Dammit! Why would she word it like that?! She sounded like she didn't want him here.

“You know, I wanted to get out of homeschool. I mean, I technically have graduated High School, but I think I need some time outside of the goddamn house.” He said nonchalantly. He knew he was lying, as he was also trying to find a certain someone in this school. Sunset nodded in understanding.

“Yeah, I know the feeling. Being cooped up is not as good as being out… in… a school.” She ended the conversation awkwardly. The duo then continued their uncomfortable silence. Suddenly, Church’s phone starting ringing.

“Sorry, I should take this.” He said, grabbing his phone and putting it to his ear. “Who is this?” He asked.

“Yo dude, this is Alpha.” The caller said, surprising Church.

“Alpha?! The fuck are you doing in my phone?! Don't tell me you deleted anything!” Church yelled as silently as possible. Yelling silently wasn't very possible however, so when he glanced back at Sunset he saw that she had a somewhat concerned look on her face.

“Look, I'm not in your fucking phone. I'm actually communicating through your mind, dumbass. But that's not what matters, just hear me out.” Alpha paused before continuing. “That girl is really bad news. She's the one who apparently turned into a demon on that one night. Look it up.” Alpha said.

“Dude, I already knew that. We aren't pals, she's just showing me around.” Church said through clenched teeth, glancing at her through his peripherals. Celestia opened the door as he gave Sunset another glance.

“Of course you knew that.” Alpha replied sarcastically. “You just need to be careful, dude. Director Colbalt would hate-” Alpha began before stopping in disgust of his creator’s name.

“Just don't fuck anything up?” Church attempted to finish.

“Yeah, you got the gist of it.” Alpha said. Then the call hung up, and Church went into Principal Celestia’s office.

Sunset stood next to Church in uncomfortable silence in the small office. However, the proximity between her and the genius wasn't what made her uncomfortable. It was the feeling she had in her gut about him. For some reason, she knew that he was talking about her with whoever ‘Alpha’ was on the phone. She thought that she could have a second chance, but it turned out that this wouldn't be the case. She wanted to say something, but she bit her lip in fear.

“Alright, I have your schedule ready.” Celestia said, with the hum of her printer filling the room’s silence. It only lasted for a few seconds, and when Church’s schedule was done printing, she grabbed a sheet of paper and wrote something on it. She then handed the schedule to Church, the school bell ringing as he took it in his hands.

“Alright, according to this schedule my first class is… Math.” He said. Sunset also had math as her first period class. Looking at his schedule, however, she saw that he had the exact same teacher as her. Looking even closer, she noticed something strange. His schedule looked to be an exact copy of hers. She looked up to Celestia, who winked at her when they met eyes.

“Alright, off to Mrs… Harshwinny’s? I think that's how you pronounce it, at least.” Church said, folding the schedule in half. He turned and reached for the handle, before temporarily stopping at the sound of Sunset’s voice.

“Wouldja look at that! I also… have… Harshwinny.” She said awkwardly. Church nodded and put his hand on the handle of the door.

“Thanks, Principal Celestia.” He said in a flat tone. He then opened the door and walked out of the room, Sunset Shimmer following.

“I really hope he's like his father.” Celestia heard the voice of her sister state as the door closed itself. The white-skinned woman looked back at her sister with a confused look on her face.

“As a student or in bed?”

Author's Note

why am i still uploading to this account