Heart stopping momentarily, Jake, without turning his back, curiously asks Grud as nonchalantly as possible, "Anonymous? Who is he?"
Eyes wide open, Grud splutters in shock, "Wh-wh-what do you mean!? Don't you surf the Internet!? Everyone—I mean everyone—is talking about them. Anyways, the deal here is that they beat up the Leaf-inator pretty badly last match. Sure, the match was interesting, but the main issue came with the fact that many of the girls are huge fans of them. By huge fans, I mean they will do whatever it takes to avenge whoever disses the Leafinator. Last time I checked, someone who dissed him online got stabbed 120 times. and had his balls chopped off. To boot, he was a Rhinocor, and they're supposed to be the toughest species out there. Also...
While Grud kept talking about the many... infamous... deeds that the Leafinator's club (read: fans) had done, he did not notice Jake sweating profusely across his forehead. As Grud continued moving forward, Jake slowly began to distance himself from Grud, his mind too distracted.
Jake knew he was doomed, for if they found out who Anonymous was, they would skin him alive. He had to keep his identity a secret, and the best way was to ensure that the arena did not babble out his real name. Anyway, I still have time left. I must warn them the next time I go...
As they got closer to school, Jake saw more and more girls wearing T-shirts that read 'Leafinator for life', 'Hurt Leafinator = dead', and 'Find Anonymous'.
Instinctively ducking his head, Jake went past them. Noticing the scene, Grud tilted his head quizzically, before chuckling. "Oh, look, if it ain't Mr. Anonymous?" Just then, everyone wearing those lame shirts paused, before collectively turning their heads towards them. Disturbed, Grud held out both hands. "Please everyone, I'm joking. D'you honestly think they would come here in broad daylight? C'mon, use your brains a little." I'm right here, y'know...
Jake heaved a sigh of relief once everyone turned their attention elsewhere, not willing to face them again. Passing the Leafinator Zealots, they continued their way to school, this time in a more subdued manner.
As they got closer to the school, their worst fears came to light—more and more people were seen wearing shirts that signified their devotion to Leafinator, some for entirely different reasons. Fear increasing, Jake quickly walked in, trying their best not to interact with any of them. Just as they believed they had gotten past the worst, a high-pitched voice was heard talking through a megaphone.
"Who do we hate? Anonymous! Who needs to die? Anonymous! Who is the best? Leafi..." Now terrified, Jake just prayed that nobody would make the connection between him and Anonymous. Just as the fae was increasing her fervor, a horrific screech echoed through the corridor. "Young lady, you come down right this instant!" Dragging her long, hungry ponytail, Ms. Hunton, forever single, dragged the young, despairing fae along with her to her office, her hands scrambling to escape, or at least, delay the inevitable. "Help me! Help me!" As the avid fan screamed, everybody turned their heads.
Nobody wanted to be on Ms. Hunton's bad side.
As she dragged the young fae, Jake noticed that Ms. Hunton had a huge gash across her shoulder, grimacing as she walked each time in pain.