Summary: Having his first few classes behind him, Anon thinks that lunch will be the break he needed so much. But turns out Naser and Naomi made it their main goal to make sure he didn't have a second for himself. But during Lunch Naser makes him an interesting offer, that being free food he could take home with him if he attended the concert of his brother that would take place later that day in the auditorium. "Well, free food is free food. Sign me the fuck up" [NOTES] Hello once again to Brainrot central. The plot of this fic will soon start to divert from the original snoot game storyline into its own plot, so don't worry about having to read the same dialouge again. Same deal as usual; if you have any criticism or tips on how i can improve my writing style to make this a more enjoyable read, please lmk in the comments! So without anymore bullshit, heres chapter 3 [/NOTES] The first thing that managed to squeeze its way into Anon’s mind was how warm and soft Naomi’s hand was, despite the fact that her hand was covered in scales. Anon immediately shook his head to shoo these thoughts out of his mind though “Day one and I've already fallen to such degenerate lows as handholding…that's just pathetic isn't it?” he shook his head slightly, while a small grin crept onto his face “Here we are Anon. Principal Spears should be able to help with your money situation.” Naomi said with the same usual plastic smile “Huh?...Wait what?.” "Oh, right." Naomi knocks on the door, which was promptly met by a deep, and booming voice “State your business!” Even Naomi seemed startled by how quickly her small knock was addressed with such a reaction. Maybe the Principal was in a bit of a mood today? “I have the new student here with me, Principal Spears! He may need financial help.” The loud voice of the principal didn’t change in tone however. Yep, he definitely wasn’t in a good spot right now. “Well then lend him a five! I’m very busy right now Naomi!” But the blonde bitch next to him seemed to be unable to read the room. “I think he means the loan program, sir.” “....Fine! Tell him to come in later, I’m dealing with another student right now.” The Principal was interrupted by an even louder voice which seemed to belong to the student he was talking to right now. “-THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN I HAVE TO CLEAN UP AFTERWARDS?! YOU THINK I'M SOME KIND OF HOUSEWIFE?!” What. the. Fuck? Anon had no idea who would be this ballsy with the obviously ticked off Spears, as to yell at him in HIS office. Anon heard Naomi clicking her tongue as the student kept up the loud rant. “Tsk…i have no idea how the Principal keeps up with him…” she muttered to herself, but Anon decided not to question it further. He had no intention of getting involved with someone who obviously had no idea what self-preservation was. The orange parasaurolophus’ expression quickly changes from… whatever that was to that same smile she’s had up until now. “Well Anon, why don’t I show you to class? Home room should be starting soon.” Anon sighed…Right. Home room. He takes out his crumpled schedule from his pocket and straightens it out to read. Without even hesitating for a second, Naomi snatches the piece of paper out of his hands and promptly assaults his eardrums with a squeal that was definitely capable of shattering glass “Oh isn’t that just perfect! We have our first period as well as English together! Come on, I’ll lead you to your new classroom and introduce you to the others! I'm sure they’ll like you” Yeah…sure, whatever. Anon wanted to groan out in frustration SO badly, but since he didn’t wanna upset Naomi, he held it in despite it taking all of his willpower to do so. He complied and followed her to one of the many classrooms on the 2nd floor. As she dragged him through the thick wooden door, Anon saw that the entire room was already clustered with students. Fantastic, so he got to choose one of the shitty seats that nobody wanted. Great. Despite really not wanting to, he took one near the front, knowing damn well he’ll have to introduce myself soon. “Fuck me…” anon grumbled as the realization hit him that he’ll probably have to introduce himself in front of EVERY class today. “Double fuck me…” But his groaning and complaining wouldn’t save him, and he knew that. That didn’t stop him though. The artificial ring of a bell blares from a speaker on the wall. With it everyone waits as the teacher finally enters the room and shuts the door Anon’s eyes widened as the dinosaur entering the classroom was wearing a…What the fuck?? The teacher that was now taking his spot at his desk in front of the class was wearing a traditional japanese kimono, with a wooden sword attached to his waistband. “What the fuck is wrong with this school…” Anon buried his face in the palms of his hands in frustration as the teacher began his speech. “Ohayo gozaimasu curassu. Tudei yu habu e niu curassu-meito tsu Borukeino Hai.” ‘What…The actual…fuck’ was all that Anon managed to bring together in his mind as the teacher continued talking as if it where the most normal thing ever. “Anon-kun puriizu camu appu zen intorudiusu yooru serfu.” Naomi’s subtle cough snaps him back to reality. As he looks at her, she gives him a nod up. Just then, the teacher’s words finally settled in "Oh…OH!" He stood from his seat to face the class. This was the moment he had dreaded for the last 3 days...That moment where all eyes were locked on him, and the judgemental looks returned. And there was the shitty tightness in his chest that he hated so much…god damnit. He inhaled deeply, trying his best to calm his pounding heart “Hello…My name is Anon. I uh…don’t really have any hobbies…” Anon wanted to flee…he just wanted to hide away. This awkward silence was worse than anything he’d ever experienced before…please god, just make this stop! He’d do anything if it meant avoiding those eyes, judging his every move. “Why did I transfer here?” His throat clenches again, just as it did with Naomi’s question a few minutes ago. His mind forced him to relive those painful memories on the spot as he tried to think of something to say “uh… I…” He could hear it now…the whispering. His classmates were starting to make fun of him…typical. The snickering…the stares staying on him like he was some kind of freak… ’Please…just make it stop’ Anon begged in his mind. “Anon-kun, yuu du natto habu tsu ansaa zattu” Those few words managed to pull him out of his trance. His heart slowed down as Anon looked around the classroom again. Only Naomi had been looking at him. The rest were…preoccupied. No, even better. They had been completely ignoring him…so they didn’t even notice how close he was to breaking down in front of the whole class They were either chatting about what they did during their winter break, or laying their heads down on their desks to catch up on some sleep they had missed yesterday. Anon breathes a sigh of relief as he notices that his heartbeat had returned to a normal pace. The oddly dressed teacher was now starting to speak again “Puriizu retaano tsu yo shiito, Anon-kun. Hai, nao curassu-” With another sigh, he sat back down in his chair, with just one more thing on his mind ‘How, and why the hell did the Principal think hiring a Japanese culture obsessed weirdo as a teacher was a good idea?’ The elderly man introduced himself as Mr. Tsuki to the class, but mainly to Anon since this was his first time in his class Mr. Tsuki continued on, drawing what little attention there was to himself, while Anon felt a rift opening in his stomach. “And I’m gonna have to do this for each class today?...Triple fuck me…Today was gonna be so much worse then i could’ve imagined” Awkward introduction after awkward introduction to classmates that couldn’t care less kept him anxious the entire morning…and there’s still most of the day to go. Luckily, after the fourth introduction followed by awkward silence, Lunchtime arrived. ‘My saviour!’ Anon thought to himself as he navigated his way through the giant school building towards the cafeteria. Everything that wasn’t disgusting vegan slob was way out of anything he could remotely afford, so after a bit of hesitation, he settled for a pseudo pizza. The kind that becomes more akin to a murder weapon if you leave it alone for ten minutes. But for Anon’s gaping stomach, it’d have to do After exiting the horror that was the lunch line, his eyes flew through the cafeteria, trying to find a spot where he could eat in peace. Since he was on borrowed time with his meal, he wanted to eat without being interrupted. Finally spotting a secluded desk in the corner of the Lunch hall, he was about to walk towards his sanctuary when a firm hand grabbed onto his shoulder, turning him around on the spot, the pizza that he had placed on his tray nearly spreading ever topping on Anon’s shirt He fought the momentum of his lunch until the hand that had spun him stabilized it as well as Anon himself. Just as he was about to yell at whoever so bluntly ignored any kind of social etiquette, he recognized the Pterosaur looking at him with a surprised grin “Whoa there! Nearly dropped your food Anon.” Naser let go of his shoulder and put it back in one of the pockets in his jeans “Yeah..and whose fault might that be?” Naser looked at him with a confused expression on his face ”...Yours?” ‘…I swear to all that is good and holy Naser i will-’ Anon was already thinking before his thoughts were interrupted ”Wanna sit with us?” “Wha-...Huh?” Anon was puzzled by the question, which seemed to be showing on his face. Naser repeated his question with a small laugh ”Wanna sit with Naomi and me? Since you’re new and all.” He pointed to one of the smaller lunch tables where Naomi was already waving at him. ‘God damn it…i would hate nothing more then having to sit with this pink barbie doll face “always need to be perfect” ass looking bitch…but i don’t wanna cause a scene…not after the introductions i’ve made today’ Anon thought, before sighing in a defeated manner “Yeah…Suuuure…Thank you Naser '' Anon pressed out, almost gagging at that last part. Before he even has the chance to sit down and lay down his tray, the barrage of questions begins "So, Anon!" What do you think of Volcano High so far? What about your classes? You seemed a little troubled-” Anon just gently shook his bald head and stopped paying attention. If he didn’t, he was sure that his ears were gonna start bleeding As Naomi was blabbering on and on about who cares, Naser interjected with a question that didn’t make him wanna groan “Hey man, are you looking forward to the rest of the day?” “Not really…All of these awkward introductions are draining, you know?” Anon sighed and took a bite of the pizza he had taken with him. “I get it. It’s kinda hard to talk to people you don’t even know, right? Similar thing happened to me during freshman year.” “Similar to that, yeah…fuck, during last period I tripped in front of the whole damn class. Talk about a shitty first impression.” Naser snorts and pats Anon’s shoulder “To be honest? I don’t think they’d care too much. Most of them have their own problems to deal with. So don’t worry too much about it. Have you had any trouble since then? Do you have enough money for food today?” Anon shakes his head, and Naser gives him a worried look “Oh, you’re short on food money man?” Anon groans as that damn question was thrown at him again “Not really… i just had to sign up for some handouts, is all. I’ll need to get back to Principal Spears since he was busy earlier” Anon noticed that Naomi was starting to deflate. After all, he was only picking up on Naser’s part of the conversation “If you need a bit more extra chow to get you through today, I got something for you. There’s gonna to be free refreshments and food at my broth-- uh…At Fang’s concert later’’ Anon’s confused look prompts Naser to repeat his last statement “Fang’s concert later” Still very much confused, he decided to just ask the inevitable dumb question to get it out of the way “Your brother, or….?” Naser perked up and said “...Sibling.” in a weird tone. Now Anon was even more confused. "What... ?” “Fang’s gonna have some extra pizzas for the show they’re hosting tonight. You could take some home with you.” Anon’s face turned a bit sour as he listened to Naser. A concert? Hell no. “I uh...I’m really not a big fan of concerts Naser...not exactly my cup of tea, you know?” “Alright man, just thought you could use a few opportunities to make friends.” Naser was starting to sound a little desperate. What was suddenly up with him? Also what the hell was that about? That weird comment…sounded a little passive aggressive in Anon’s opinion, although he gave Naser the benefit of the doubt. “Hahh…fine, I’ll consider it, okay?” Just as it was starting to become less awkward, Naomi decided that now would be a fantastic time to very aggressively insert herself back into the conversation “Hey, don’t leave me out of the conversation you guys! I could help you buy some cheap food after school if you want to! I know some really great vegan shops in the area!” Anon’s stomach churns at the dreaded V-word. Eurgh…he’d rather clean this entire cafeteria with his tongue before even considering putting something like that in his mouth. “Mhhh, maybe another time Naomi, I'm really sorry. So uh, about that concert Naser?” ‘Dinner and a show? Sign me the fuck up’ Anon thought, his mouth already watering at the thought of being able to eat and drink as much as he wanted “S-So uh…what kind of stuff does Fang play?” “Music.” Naser’s expression turned stone-like as he answered. What was that all about all of the sudden? “Music?...Uh, okay? But like…what kind of music?” Still being as neutral faced as he possibly could, Naser blurted out “The kind you listen to” Starting to get frustrated, Anon looked at him with slightly raised eyebrows “Yeah but like, what kind of genre?” Just then, Naser’s facade started slipping as he realized how weird he must be sounding “Uh…the good kind?” “You don’t know, do you?” “...No” Anon sighed, but ultimately shrugged his shoulders. Free food was free food after all, so who cares? Looking back to his tray, he noticed that something was wrong with his meal. Already having a bad premonition about what had happened. That premonition proved true, as the small plastic fork he’d used to test the consistency of his food shattered into a million pieces. Fantastic. “God fucking damnit” Anon muttered as he grabbed the “Pizza” on his tray, before chucking it into the trashcan. The loud bang that followed as the dreaded ten minute mark had passed, making his food more akin to what could be used on a construction site made it all the more clear that he would have to go another 3 periods with an empty stomach Naomi followed the now solidified pizza with her eyes, before speaking up “Oh-...Oh dear. Naser sweetie, why don’t you split your sandwich with Anon?” Naser looked at her in pure disbelief “B-But it’s my sandwich” Naomi chuckled, extending her own sandwich wrapped in flimsy paper. “It’s fine Naser! We can split my vegan TLT if you want!” Naser understandably shudders and looks at his own footlong philly sub with that same dreaded expression that Anon had on his face earlier today. “Sure thing babe...” He tears the sandwich in two and hands me the larger half with a “Here, Anon.” Anon’s face lit up a little as he took the half with gratitude. “Thanks Naser, i appreciate it dude” With that, we start eating. Since all of our mouths are stuffed, we fall silent for a couple of minutes until the bell rings ‘Fantastic…can’t wait for more introductions where I can embarrass myself’ Anon mumbled before standing up with his lunch tray in hand. Today might not gonna suck as hard as he thought it would after all. [NOTES] Just as said in the Notes in the beginning, If you have any criticism or tips on how i can make this fanfic more enjoyable to read, please lmk in the comments, and as ususal kudos are appreciated <3