"So today we have some new faces."
"..."
"..."
"...and a stylist."
The entire class was looking at Park.
"Heh...Doctor's orders."
"I swear Ella..."
"Hah..."
"He got the Funky 2.0s."
The class giggled.
"Anyway, bad fashion aside..."
"No offense."
"Don't worry."
"None taken."
"...we'll be accommodating Mr. Funky..."
"What's your name buddy?"
"Park."
"..."
"That's rough."
"Rough?"
-sob
"So, let's all be nice to him, shall we?"
"Meanie."
"Anyway, let's get started."
"So, curses."
"..."
"What are they?"
"F.."
"Good."
"Another example."
Curses erupted from the class. The lecturer clapped and cheered them on.
The noises died down.
"..."
"You lot are failures you know that?"
"Yes Mr. Greydale."
There was a snicker.
"..."
"Hmm..."
"Park, do you know anything about curses?"
"Uhm, I think that..."
{Ink is smiling]
Someone took the wheel.
"Shit."
"Curses are wishes that can be spoken unto someone to cause negative..."
Look at Park go.
"...there exist multiple mediums to transmit these curses to those who you wish to..."
Ain't no stopping this beast.
"...thank you very much sir."
There was silence.
"Ok you may take your sit."
Yeah.
He stood up.
"So, I think Einstein here has already done my work for me."
"Hehe, Nerd."
The whole class giggled.
"Enough."
The class fell silent.
"I'll need a volunteer."
"..."
"Anyone?"
"I'm hungry."
"Bunch of oafs."
Greydale mumbled under his breath.
"Anyway, since there is no volunteer."
"I'll be picking..."
A force threw Park's hand up.
"...you."
"What? No!"
"You know guys..."
Mr. Greydale began as he motioned Park to the front
"...you could learn a thing or two from him."
Someone belched.
Greydale shot daggers at the student.
"I get paid so little for all this pain."
Greydale picked a box.
"I want you to reach inside and take out whatever's inside."
Park was now beside the teacher looking into the box.
"What's he gonna pull out?"
"I bet it's a bunny."
The class giggled once more.
Park drew out a straw figure and placed it on the table.
Greydale took out pink nails from his pocket and set them beside the figure and a small hammer.
"You, the one who belched come here."
"Ooooooohhhh."
Greydale took a piece of hair from him and sent him back to his seat.
"So, we just put this hair here..."
The strand stuck on the figure.
It started to sink into the figure slowly transforming into one of its many straws.
"Hit it."
Everyone became keener.
Park slowly struck at the nails now floating over the figure.
He drove one of the nails into the figure.
It went straight into one of its ribs.
He burst out in laughter.
"Cooollll"
"Do another!"
Park went to strike another nail.
They fell.
"Looks like your time is up."
Greydale pointed at the straw figure below.
The hair was gone.
It was now one with the straw figurine.
"As you can see this type of curse causes immense pleasure to someone."
"But its short term."
"So, can it work on anyone?"
"Whoever you wish."
Park smiled.
"Say how about everyone have a go at it?"
"But where would we get the volunteer?"
The students averted their eyes from Greydale.
As much as they wanted to join in on the fun, no one dared to speak up.
"Don't worry I have enough for everyone."
"Everyone can practice as muuuuccchhhh as they like."
Park produced a clump of hair from his pockets.
"..."
"So, you just want to tell me you had clumps of hair in your pockets."
Park was focused on the figure.
"So could everyone enjoy... I mean practice on it?"
The students looked at Greydale pleadingly.
"Well, this is the first time I've seen..."
"Mr. Greydale everybody."
Everyone clapped for him. They all went to the front to have their own go at it with the mysterious piece of hair.
"Just make sure that you're done by the end of the..."
The students got to work nailing the straw figure.
"They can't even hear me."
Every time when you think that the clumps would be over.
Park produced a fresh bunch.
Who did the hair belong to?
"Wait can we hit it there?"
"What's the worst that could happen?"
"And here too?"
"Enjoy yourself Gentlemen."
Park was smiling at them.
"I should have known from those glasses he wore."
Greydale was mumbling seated in a bench at the back.
Two hours fleeted away.
-ring
"And that's the bell."
"Have you all had your fill?"
"And you?"
Greydale was eyeing Park.
"Out of hair now?"
"Or you still got more."
Park smiled at the figure.
"That much should suffice."
He pocketed the remaining bits of hair still poking out.
"..."
"Of course, you had more."
Greydale was packing up the materials that he had brought.
"That was it for our lesson today."
"See you..."
Greydale looked at the benches, Park waved at him, and to the swinging window.
"WOOHOO LUNCHTIME!!!"
"..."
He sighed.
"Inner peace."
He picked up his box and walked out of the room chanting the phrase over and over.
Park followed after.
"Repaying rudeness with extra kindness."
"I hope she liked it."
Sometime later after Park stomached the gruel.
...
-whoosh
He was lying on the grass. The breeze was a gentle calm today.
He sighed.
"Another injury."
"..."
"Those damned "bricks". "
"Are they building us or feeding us?"
"Hah."
"..."
"Did you hear what happened to Yiggrath?"
"I hear his back was blown...I mean bled bled BLED out."
"WAIT WHERE ARE YOU GOING??!!"
"You're doing it again."
"WAIT!!"
"CAN I KNOW MY OFFENSE??"
"Last time it was "That time of the month"."
"..."
"They almost killed us."
"ALMOST! ALMOOOSSTTT!"
"WAIT! STOOPPP! I'M SORRYYYY!!!"
"I was going to go to the library..."
"And you will Mr. Park."
A robed figure picked him up. He placed Park on his shoulder. The other black robed figures followed after.
"You know this reminds of a video I once..."
"Go fill some books in that head before it rots away Grant."
"..."
"What video Grant?"
*sob*
"What video?"
*sob*
...
...
"We're here."
They placed Park on his feet.
"Why were you shaking earlier?"
"It's nothing."
Park sighed.
He opened the door.
"USELESS!!!"
A book landed square on Park's face.
"Owww..."
"Oh, hey Park you're here."
"What's up?"
"They're all blank!"
"Thats what's up!"
"Even that book that you are currently holding."
Gerena came to show Park what he was talking about.
"See..."
Gerena pointed at a page.
But the words were there.
"If you wish to pleasure..."
Gerena quickly threw the book away.
"Heh. Wrong book."
Lemme show you another.
The words revealed themselves.
"Orc Mating Rituals..."
"That too."
Gerena tossed it back into the heap.
"What is going on?"
What's going on is you into some stuff.
...
Gerena felt guilty.
"You know they're just books."
"Hidden in the history section?"
"And since I can't leave the library..."
"...anyway, what's going on?"
Every time Park opened a book, the missing contents were now there.
"I think we'll have to spread your magic hands all over."
"You just saying all the wrong things today."
Park got to work.
Every time he opened a book, the writings would come back.
An hour later.
There were restored books all over.
{The Forgotten tome has been exhausted]
"Glad it's done."
"You saved my skin young man."
"And there's even new knowledge. It seems you have improved what was there before."
{The thirst remains endless]
{The forgotten tome demands more]
{A new quest has been issued]
{Read all of the books in the library]
{Time Limit: 13 days]
{Rewards: Further development of the Third sector]
"It seems we'll be bunkmates."
Park mumbled to himself.
He was looking at Gerena. He didn't suffer any deformities like the rest of his minions.
"I'll be going now."
Park locked the doors behind him.
"Looks like the worm didn't hurt him."
He heard a rustling in the bushes.
"Is that what they call it these days?"
"A "worm?". "
"kekekeke..."
Park drooped his head.
He got it so fast.
"Guess Funky eyes' Packing."
"And I think that's my cue to leave."
"Shit! he heard us."
-rustle
-rustle
"..."
The voices were gone.
Park silently walked back to his dorm.
Day passed and night fell.
...
...
Footsteps.
"Where was it?"
"..."
"Aha! Here you are!"
"How to lick..."
And they lived happily ever after.
The end.