After a stern conversation from Starlight, you headed off to the objective. Or, class, in this case.

Oh, and by the way, apparently this was called the school of friendship. You really had no words for it, and you wanted to laugh so hard at it. Though, you knew that would probably anger everybody around you. Best to not make any enemies, right? Actually, scratch that, make all the enemies.

What next? Oh, yeah, butter horse. Also known as Fluttershy, but you prefer butter horse.

You walked inside the classroom, and were immediately greeted with all eyes on you. Apparently you were late. You should've guessed that, considering there was nobody in the halls at the moment. You looked up across the room to butter horse, who gave you a sympathetic look before speaking.

"T-This is Anon. He'll be attending and helping us with class today."

I scanned the room. There were a lot of strange creatures and colors. Oh, and that big bird from earlier? He was there too. You gave him a nod, to which he nodded back to you confidently. Your words worked on him, but Starlight insisted otherwise. Only time would tell.

"What would you like me to do?" You asked butter horse.

"Uhm.. Just, sit for now. I'm in a lecture."

You found the nearest empty desk, and sat in it. You didn't like the placement though, as a weird orange... lizard? Dragon? Whatever, was staring at you intensely. It was eyeing you up and down, and you were beginning to get creeped out. Intimidated? No. But weirded out? For sure.

You felt a poke to your shoulder, to which you responded with a glare. The orange dragon whispered.

"What are you?"

You shrugged. "What am I?"

"What?"

"Huh?"

...

"Huh?"

"Don't worry about it, and pay attention." You said, pointing up to butter horse. Actually, butter gal would work better. Butter gal was in the middle of lecturing about god knows what. Something about animals, tree's, and wildlife. You hardly cared for any of it. Plus, she went on and on about how kindness was so important in a society, that almost all cultures rely on it in order to function properly. Each culture has a different way of showing said kindness, and a society without it simply falls upon the idea of rule, though that seems to be subjective with each person in that society. One person may believe somebody is in charge, while they are simply putting on a mas-

Okay, you are paying attention now. You shook your head, trying to get those thoughts out of your head. You didn't care about any of this stuff- you're a hunter! There would be no point in knowing about any of this stuff. It's pointless, and doesn't make any sense. Atleast, in the more realistic standpoint of things.

"Anon..? Can-can you hand these out for me?" Butter gal forced you out of thought. You looked at her. She was holding a stack of papers, to which she had instructed you to hand out. You shrugged, getting up and taking the papers. You were going to go to each desk and hand it out before an idea struck you.

Frisbee it.

What?

You began to Frisbee the papers across the room, sometimes missing completely. Though, the students seemed to love it. Each student that the paper went zooming across the room for tried to grab it before it hit the thing behind them. It was a match of catch, essentially. Butter gal wanted to say something, but stopped as soon as she heard the laughing from the students.

You had one paper left.

The bird was left.

You nodded to him, to which he nodded back. You pointed to the back of the room, to which he went. You spun around over and over in circles, before throwing the paper at max speed. It zoomed across the room at a deadly speed, spinning across the room in circles, as if deciding where to go, before finally picking Gallus as the target.

Gallus grasped it with his claw before it hit him.

The class cheered.

He gave me a smile, to which I nodded to him, and he sat back down in his seat. The small down-time of play seemed to up the kids' spirits, and improve your reputation already. You were the strange creature with clothes on, and a giant hammer strapped to your back. You had to get your reputation good first, so you could ruin it later. What's the point of ruining a reputation that doesn't exist?

"That was... fun to watch.." Butter gal said behind you. You turned to her, only to see her beaming at you. She closed her eyes, giving you a small giggle. "You're good with kids. M-Maybe you could stick around my classes more often? O-Only if you want to, that is."

You shrugged. "It was only a good five minutes of playtime. I'm not all that impressive when it comes to kids, I promise you. It was just an idea I had, and I went with it. They could've gotten bad papercuts from that-"

"But they didn't."

You nodded your head. "They didn't."

The class was talking to eachother, describing how they caught their own respective papers. How some dived for it, and others jumped for it. And, some, completely failed to catch it, and it hit the person behind them. Butter gal shook her head, looking across the class. "This is supposed to be quiet time.. it's a test."

You shrugged. "Tell them."

"I-... can't? Everytime I do I just... fade out."

You shrugged. "Then I'll do it-"

"Anon wai-"

"Hey!" You yelled. "That was all fun and games just earlier, and believe me, it was funny to watch some of you absolutely fuck up the catch. But, right now, it's test time. Y'know what that means, right? It means shut the fuck up time. Don't worry, you'll all get to do that again. You all understand right?"

They all stared at you, their eye's wide.

"What?"

"That was... a lot of cursing." A random student said.

You shrugged.

"Fuck it."

Author's Note

Boys and girls I have sad news to report-

I broke the daily streak.

Please don't kill me!