Chapter 5: New Day, New Life
The next day...
RING RING RING! A sudden, loud noise echoed around the room, waking up a young man.
"Ah, what the fuck?! Why the noise?" groaned Andre, just waking up from his sleep, wondering why there was such a ruckus.
"Sorry, Mr. Andre Rein, Your mother, Laura Rein, assigned me to use a loud alarm to wake you," said the home AI. "Also, she sent a message for you, and I quote: 'If you don't get your dead ass here within one hour, I swear to God, this will be your last day sleeping in.'"
"Oh shit! What time is it?" said Andre, springing out of bed and rushing to the bathroom.
Looking at himself in the mirror, he muttered, "Damn, I look tight. Although I worked hard for it, this is a masterpiece made from God's own hands."
"Open my stats," said Andre.
["Opening stats... Done."]
[System Status]
[Name: Andrea Rein]
[Age: 19]
[Race: ??? (Human Being)]
[Strength: 18 (+10 collected from the mission "Nightmare")]
[Agility: 29 (+20 collected from the mission "Nightmare")]
[Defense: 19 (+9 collected from the mission "Nightmare")]
[Constitution: 20 (+8 collected from the mission "Nightmare")]
[Skills:
Fear Collector: Grow stronger by collecting fears.
*Scarecrow physique*(swallowed by the curse)]
[Inventory: pistol, 2 magazine]
[Remark- now among the rank in the Supernatural world]
Checking his stats, Andrea was shocked on his growth " So the fucking nightmare was playing with his prey I mean me , muttered Andrea frustrated calming down a little . 'Let me try something,' he thought, as he leaped 30 feet off the ground to the bedroom ceiling. 'Woah, that's way past my previous jump height. I feel I can jump more than that.' Not wasting any time in bedroom before his mom rammed herself into the room , he quickly bathed, brushed his teeth, and dressed for school. As he was about to leave, his eyes caught the metallic cube from his aunt. 'Let's test my strength on something new,' he thought, grasping the cube and squeezing it into a wired cylinder shape."
"Andrea hurried into the dining room, only to be greeted by his mom's sharp side-eye. 'You're 10 minutes late,' she remarked with a mix of annoyance and sarcasm. 'Are you trying to be fashionable, or what? For the love of God, I couldn't make breakfast today, so I ordered from Starbucks. Whatever arrives is what you're getting, so don't even think about complaining.' She crossed her arms glaring at Andrea
"After processing all of his mom's yelling, Andrea flashed a calm smile and said, 'Good morning to you too, Mom. How was your sleep?' He leaned casually against the doorway, adding with a playful tone, 'Now, that's how you start a conversation in the morning.'"
Ding!
Andrea's mom rolled her eyes at the sound of the doorbell, walking briskly to grab the delivery. As she returned, she shot him a stern look and said, "Alright, let's go before you're late for your first day of college!"
"Coming, coming. Jeez, what's with the rush? It's not like they're handing out awards or anything," Andrea muttered, still lounging lazily in his chair.
Andrea's mom, now visibly frustrated, shoved his food into his hands and snapped, "Just go to the car! It's parked in front of the house. Eat your food there. I'll be out in a minute."
After a minute of waiting in the car, Andrea's mom finally joined him, and they began driving through the quiet streets, passing familiar sights in their neighborhood. A few minutes later, they pulled up to the grand, luxurious gates of Crockwell University. Standing at the entrance was a middle-aged woman in a sharp suit, ready to greet them. We stepped out of the car to meet her.
"'Are you the one I was told would assist my son with his school processing?' Andrea's mom asked as she greeted the woman.
The middle-aged woman responded with a polite smile, 'Yes, Mrs. Rein. I'm Miss Sally McStone, secretary to the head council. I've been assigned to help your son, Andrea, get familiar with the school's rules and regulations, as well as gather the necessary materials for his courses.'"
"'What's with the long introduction, like she's welcoming the president? Can't she speed it up?' Andrea muttered under his breath, just before his mom gave him a quick smack on the back of his head.
To cut off the conversation, Andrea's mom smiled politely and said, 'Thank you for the introduction, but I need to get to work. Can you take care of Andrea and make sure he gets to his classes?'
'Of course, Mrs. Rein. I'll handle it right away,' replied Miss Sally, turning to leave just as Andrea's mom held Andrea back for a moment."
Andrea's mom pulled him close and muttered under her breath, "Be careful in school, and don't pull the same nonsense you did in high school. If you get a girlfriend, make sure you use condoms. And in case you can't come home, I've arranged a private dorm for you. But only go there if you really need to—and you'd better call me first, got that?"
"Yes, Ma," Andrea replied with a sigh.
"Alright, see you later. And call me if you meet a girl you like. You really need one," she added, giving him a knowing look. Andrea rolled his eyes, clearly unamused by the conversation, and mumbled, "Okay, Mom, I'll do my best. Love you."
With that, he followed Miss Sally to her car, ready to head to the school.
Laura watched them walk away, shaking her head. "He'll get into trouble on his first day… well, not my problem," she whispered to herself as she got into her car and drove off toward the town general hospital.
Meanwhile, Andrea sat in Miss Sally's car, on the way to the administrative building, tiredly listening to her go on about the school's state-of-the-art equipment, experienced faculty, and well-behaved, organized students—which he seriously doubted. She droned on and on, and Andrea, already feeling his patience wear thin, thought, Damn, this woman is driving me crazy with all this praise. He turned to look out the window, trying his best to tune her out.
On the way, I suddenly felt the urge to make fun of someone. Why? Because I saw two guys kissing by the roadside. Oh, this is going to be fun, Andrea thought to himself.
Ignoring Miss Sally's complaints, I leaned out of the window and shouted, "Aah, WHAT THE HELL, MAN? Some of us are trying to enjoy our morning here, but you're ruining it with your ridiculous makeout session! I'm not criticizing being gay, but you're just gay for no good reason! Get it through your thick skull—people are gay because of their upbringing or circumstances(Diddy), not because it's some trend or because you did something weird to girls, and they ran from you. Seriously, why are you so greedy? Messing with both girls and now boys? You're violating the natural order and even giving the LGBTQ community a bad name! They don't realize that we're against people like you, who taint their cause. Out of all mankind, you're the worst kind there is!"
Amazingly, everything Andrea blurted out was said in just five seconds before Miss Sally yanked him back into the car.
"What's with all the yelling and attitude?" Miss Sally said, frustrated as she looked over at Andre in the car, her gaze sharp, like she was trying to see right into his head.
"I'm just trying to defend myself and the community," Andrea said, looking innocent, as though he truly believed he had done the right thing.
"Are you gay?" asked Miss Sally, her focus on the road.
Andre replied, "Hell no! I like my natural, delicate peach, thank you very much."
Miss Sally suddenly stopped the car, clearly furious, and shouted, "Get out!"
Andre, confused, replied, "I thought you were taking me to the admin office."
Miss Sally looked at him as if he were a fool. "We're here, idiot," she said, pointing to the massive building in front of them.
"Oh," Andrea mumbled.
"As we entered the building and opened the door, what we saw—what I saw—would make anyone lose their appetite instantly. Why? Because part of the floor was covered in what looked like blood and objects that resembled corpses. If not for my supernatural senses and experience with dead bodies, I might have thought it was real."
One of the janitors approached Miss Sally and said, "Sorry for the mess, Miss McStone. Someone flooded the hall by clogging the drainage system with fake blood and rotting meat."
"Well-behaved students, alright," muttered Andrea sarcastically. Miss Sally let out a sigh and instructed the janitor to continue cleaning, then led him to one of the offices to complete his registration and gather the necessary materials for school.
Afterward, Andre and Miss Sally drove to the lecture hall for the class he was supposed to attend.
In the lecture Hall
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"As words echoed through the vast lecture hall, with the teacher explaining to the students{basically some student are not listening], there was a sudden knock at the door. It swung open, revealing Miss Sally and Andrea.
"Sorry to interrupt," Miss Sally said, addressing Mr. Client, the math teacher{don't know which type}. "I'm here to introduce a new student to the class." She went on to explain that I was the guy who'd just joined the school late in the semester."
"Okay, you can go now, Miss Sally. I'll take care of him," said Mr. Client.
"Alright, I'll be going then. And, Andrew, please behave and don't cause any trouble here," Miss Sally added.
What do people take me for? Andrew thought to himself.
After Miss Sally left the class,
"This boy must be one of those second-generation rich kids who think education is a joke. I'll teach him a lesson", thought Mr. Client displeased.Why am I getting the feeling something cliché is about to happen? For the love of God, I just got here, Andrea thought, noticing a few students eyeing him with amused smirks. And apparently, I'm not the only one feeling it.
Just then, a voice broke through the murmurs. "Mr. Andrea," the instructor called, barely glancing up from his notes. "Since you're joining us so late in the semester, you must be quite brilliant. Why don't you come up and solve the question on the projector?"
Andrea felt every pair of eyes turn to him, the pressure intensifying as a few whispers and quiet laughs rippled through the room. Great. First day, and I'm already on display.
[x) = \int_{-x}^{x} t^3 \, dt]
The lecturer's definitely getting face-slapped today, someone thought, watching the unfolding interaction with barely concealed excitement.
"Zero," Andrea said, his face expressionless.
"What?" Mr. Client snapped, caught off guard.
"The answer is zero," Andrea replied calmly.
Mr. Client looked taken aback but tried to regain his composure. "And how, exactly, did you reach that answer?"
Andrea pointed at the projector, his voice steady. "The explanation's already there. Any other questions?"
The room fell silent, and a ripple of awe passed through a few students as they watched Mr. Client struggle to hide his surprise. How did he solve it just by glancing at the screen? Mr. Client thought, dumbfounded.
After a tense moment, he forced himself to admit, "No... no questions. You're correct."
"Yay!" someone in the back shouted, prompting scattered laughs across the room.
"Quiet!" Mr. Client barked, his voice echoing. He cleared his throat. "Mr. Andrea, take any open seat and keep quiet."
Facing the class, Andrea could clearly see the different cliques. TikTokers sat along the wall, the sporty ones clustered at the back, anime lovers gathered in the middle, the super-nerds had claimed the front, while the introverts were sprawled about, sleeping in various corners. In a split-second decision, Andrea chose a seat in the middle section.
As Andrea reached the seat, a blonde guy with mischievous green eyes smiled and extended his hand, palm up, for a handshake.
"Hi, I'm Lucas. Nice to meet you."
Just as Andrea was about to shake his hand, he noticed something hidden in Lucas's palm—an electric teaser.
"Nice try," Andrea said dryly. "You've got an electric teaser in your hand."
Lucas chuckled, unfazed. "Aww, how cute." Without missing a beat, he turned and placed his hand on the sleeping guy next to him, delivering a jolt that sent him upright in a startled shock.
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(Ahh shouted the guy , who has just woken up, but nobody else in the class seems to notice and the lecture continues.)
Luca: "You have a keen sense, don't you?"
Andrea: "Yeah, I've noticed. Got it recently—strange, right?"
Luca: "Indeed, strange.
Andrea :"Oh, by the way, I'm Andrea."
(Suddenly, a girl with silver hair and brown eyes glances over, annoyed.)
Lyra: "Can you two shut up? Some of us are actually trying to study."
Luca: "Ooh, looks like Miss Lyra's angry today."
Lyra: "Shut up, blondie."
Andrea: "Who's talking? Snow White?"
Lyra: "Oh, the pig speaks." (she glares at Andrea)
Andrea: "Luca, did you hear something? Just sounded like the wind."
Lyra: "At least I take up space."
Andrea: "Wow, someone's getting smarter. You really deserve the nickname 'Miss Four-Eyes.'"
Lyra: "Tech check: When God handed out brains, I think he skipped you."
Luca: "1-0 to Lyra."
(At that moment, their teacher, Mr. Client, snaps at them.)
Mr. Client: "Miss Lyra, Mr. Andrea, and Mr. Luca—out of my class. Now. Head straight to the student council."
Lyra: "What? I wasn't even making noise. And I'm pretty sure we aren't the only ones talking!"
Andrea: "Yeah, not fair!"
(Mr. Client ignores their protests and crosses his arms.)
Mr. Client: "I've decided you three will serve as an example to the class."
Lyra: (under her breath as she walks out) "You know what? Screw you. Sorry excuse of a teacher."
(She storms out, with Andrea and Luca following her. Once they're seated in the student council waiting area, silence falls over them.)
Lyra: (glaring at Andrea) "This is all your fault, bird-brain."
Andrea: "Oh, right. Maybe that's why all the guys run away from you. Too aggressive—bet you're dry as sand."
Lyra: "Says the guy who spends on girls and gets nothing in return."
Andrea: "I'd rather spend on things worth it. Unlike you, who probably pays people just to look at them."
Lyra: "Why, you—!"
Luca: (sighing) "You know, I'm pretty sure you two are both still virgins. So why are you always at each other's throats?"
Andrea and Lyra: (in unison) "Shut up, Luca!"
(Before the three could continue their argument, the door to the student council room opened, revealing Miss Sally, accompanied by a teenage boy.)
Miss Sally: (to the boy) "Sit down."
(Obeying her, the boy took a seat beside the others, and all four of them faced Miss Sally.)
Miss Sally: "I received a report that you three were disrupting Mr. Client's class. Instead of the student council handling this, I've decided to step in."
All Three: (celebrating) "Yes!"
Miss Sally: "Quiet!"
(The trio immediately stops, looking slightly sheepish.)
Miss Sally: (turning to Lyra) "Lyra, I expected more from you. Although you excel in your studies, I keep getting reports about your fighting and aggressive behavior. Try to tone it down, please."
Andrea: (muttering under his breath) "Bully."
Miss Sally: (turning to Andrea) "And you, Mr. Andrea. According to my sources, you're quite brilliant as well, but your pranks and general mischief are getting out of hand."
Andrea: (grinning) "It runs in the family."
(Miss Sally rolls her eyes in exasperation and moves on.)
Miss Sally: "Mr. Luca…"
Luca: (smiling) "Miss Sally, before you say anything, I'm innocent. I excel in academics, and everybody loves me."
Miss Sally: "Really? Then who's responsible for all those pranks around school? I know it was you who flooded the entire Asim building with fake blood and shredded meat. You seem to have forgotten the CCTV outside the bathroom."
Andrea: (shaking Luca's hand with admiration) "So it was you! I've got to say, I'm impressed."
Luca: (grinning) "Thank you, thank you—it's one of my best works."
Miss Sally: (finally addressing the boy with dark blue hair) "And as for you, Mr. Finn… You were caught chatting with your girlfriend in the Dean's office."
Finn: "What? There's good WiFi there! Besides, it's not a big deal."
Miss Sally: "You two were doing more than just chatting."
Andrea, Lyra, and Luca: (in unison) "Oh!"
(Andrea and Luca immediately move to hug Finn with exaggerated "brotherly" love.)
Andrea and Luca: "Welcome to the club, friend!"
Miss Sally: "Enough!"
(The room falls silent.)
Miss Sally: "For your punishment, you four will each take a book on someone or something historical, read it at the outdoor café on campus, and by tomorrow, you'll each submit a summary in an email to the school's account. No copying—I'll know if you do. Now, out!"
(The four of them scramble to leave, exchanging amused glances as they exit.)
Andrea pushed open the front door, dragging his feet toward the sofa. He collapsed onto it with a heavy sigh.
"Damn, that woman drives like a maniac," he muttered, rubbing his temples. "I thought I was going to die in that car."
Still shaken, Andrea grabbed his phone and called his mom.
Ring! Ring!
His mom's voice answered briskly. "I'm busy, so make it quick."
"How are you doing, Mom? You know I miss you," Andrea said, leaning back against the cushions.
"Andrea!" she snapped.
"Okay, okay," he said quickly. "Just wanted to let you know I've got everything I need for school."
"Good."
"I'm home now," Andrea continued, "but I'm starving. Did you leave any food?"
"Check the fridge."
"Right. Oh, and there's a school party tonight at 8."
"That's great!" his mom said, her tone softening slightly. "You need to socialize more. Maybe meet someone special. Just don't get into trouble."
"Sure, Mom. Bye."
Bleep!
Andrea tossed his phone aside and walked to the kitchen. He opened the fridge, grabbed some orange juice, and took a sip. As the cold liquid hit his tongue, a sudden realization struck him.
"Sh*t," he said aloud, pacing the kitchen. "I don't know how to get a girlfriend. In my past life, Ella just... happened. Friends first, then dating. But now? I'm clueless."
He stopped and snapped his fingers. "Wait. I know who to ask. Everyone's best friend—AI."
Andrea grabbed his phone, opened ChatGPT, and typed: How to get a girlfriend.
The AI responded with a list:
Be confident.
Don't pretend to be someone you're not.
Express yourself.
Be an active listener.
Show respect.
Take your time.
Andrea read through the suggestions, muttering his thoughts.
"Confident? Check.
Don't fake it? Nah, not in this generation.
Express myself? Trash talk? Double check.
Active listener? No way, women talk too much.
Respect? Same trash talk, check.
Take my time? Guys aren't that patient."
He grinned. "Be myself, trash talk, and zone out when she talks too much. Check, check, and check."
Satisfied with his "plan," Andrea decided to rest before the party.
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Bleep! 7:00 p.m.
Andrea groaned, rolling over in bed. "Still got an hour. Back to sleep."
Bleep! 8:00 p.m.
Andrea jolted up, realizing the time. "Alright, time to shine."
He rushed to the bathroom, freshened up, and sprayed on his most expensive cologne. "This will definitely attract the ladies," he smirked.
Standing before his wardrobe, he muttered, "What to wear?"
"Black suit? Too formal.
Floral shirt and shorts? Too chill.
Zombie costume? Save that for the family reunion."
After rifling through his clothes, he finally settled on a designer shirt and ripped jeans with a faint stain. "Perfect," he said, spraying more cologne on his outfit for good measure.
Andrea headed to the kitchen for a late-night snack, packing it just in case the party food ran out. In the garage, he debated his car choice before settling on the Bugatti Chiron.
"This will make those broke guys jealous," he said, smirking.
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The drive was short but scenic. As he pulled up to the party address, Andrea took in the secluded house, surrounded by dense forest and a shimmering lake.
"Nice. No nosy neighbors to call the cops, and the perfect spot for… extracurricular activities," he chuckled.
This was going to be a night to remember.
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Three minutes later, Andrea was already frustrated. This place is the worst, he thought. The music is horrible, and I can't even use the bathroom because of… well, everyone else's "activities." Every restroom he tried echoed with sounds he'd rather not hear. It kept the hormones buzzing, sure, but he wasn't the one with a partner. Ugh, he groaned inwardly. Even the food is terrible – only cake and beer. And I swear some of the cake is laced with coke. The beer's warm too! Who drinks warm beer?
Andrea sat slumped in a corner near the bar, mumbling to himself. "I can't even find the others. They're probably off having a blast somewhere," he muttered.
"Not enjoying the party?" a voice nearby asked.
Andrea turned, realizing he hadn't been alone. "Yeah, it's no different from some weird video shoot," he said, rolling his eyes.
"Tell me about it," the girl replied, sighing. "I can't even use the bathroom without checking for creeps."
"Exactly!" Andrea replied, then glanced at her and froze, surprised. She was stunning, with dark, shining hair and moonlit eyes. But what really caught his attention was her fit figure and her… well, ample assets.
"Damn, you're gorgeous – those eyes, and…" He trailed off, eyeing her with a grin. "And that… amazing figure you've got."
She laughed, a bit surprised. "Wow, you're blunt."
"That's just me. I'm Andrea," he said, holding out his hand.
"Jane," she replied, shaking his hand. Then, leaning in with a smirk, she added, "If you like what you see, why don't we find somewhere private and… get to know each other a bit?"
"Oh, I would love to…" Andrea started, but he suddenly paused, his face clouding as he heard faint screaming in the distance.
"Did you hear that?" he asked, turning to Jane.
She looked confused. "Other than the music? No."
"Ahh!" The scream sounded again, this time louder in his ears.
"Okay, I definitely heard something," Andrea muttered, frowning.
"Is something wrong?" Jane asked, looking worried.
Andrea shook his head. "I'm sorry, but I have to go. Here's my card – call me," he said quickly, rushing towards the sound he'd heard.
He followed the faint cries, moving out of the party and into the dark forest nearby. Dry leaves crackled under his feet as he made his way deeper into the woods, guided by the last place he'd heard the scream.
"Crack! Sizzle!"
Andrea pushed through the foliage until he finally reached a clearing. What he saw stopped him in his tracks.
"Holy…!" he whispered, shocked at the brutal scene before him.
Author note: the main characters are put good people so don't think they will save everybody
Why Andrea ran to the sound of the scream is that with his improved hearing the scream sound like someone shouting at his ear .
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