Jake clambered out of bed... Yikes, he was exhausted. It was 8:30, and he was supposed to be in college by now, but he just couldn't be bothered. Lazy, fat, and utterly disinterested in the world around him, he waddled his way to his closet to get his clothes on for the day. His cute plaid shirt straddled tight against his waist as he sighed, pushing back his hazlenut-brown hair with his hand. Jake was a big lad, so he was, and he didn't really care. He just wanted to get on with life and do... "stuff". He sighed and rolled his eyes at everything in his way, strutting out the door with a piece of toast in his mouth, as he went on his way to school.

Time passed; it was now the middle of the day. Two classes had gone by - history, and maths. and Jake was utterly exhausted. He slammed his dinner plate onto the table with a sigh and a grumble, looking around the room. He spotted two teachers and a strange chubby old man, clearly not from the school due to his grey wispy hair, strange punk style despite his gentle, calm demeanour. He was wearing a bright pink shirt with light grey jeans, a piercing in his ear. It looked utterly out of place next to his old fragile face, covered in wrinkles and skin flaps alongside a double chin, but Jake didn't question it. The two teachers were in serious conversation, one fat with ginger hair and deep blue eyes, and the other the same weight but with blonde curly hair and a freckly face alongside brown eyes. Both were wearing a suit and tie, the school's uniform for teachers, as they glared around the room before rushing the strange old man off into another room down the hall. Jake, naturally, was curious. The lunch hall was humming with students and noise and the smell of food and sweat - he hated it in their anyway, and Jake? Well, he was quite the curious one and, in a way, quite the eavesdropper. So, possibilities rushing through their mind, he left his food and walked up through the corridor, leaning next to the door to make out what was being said...

"Come on, we can't keep doing this! These plans are utterly absurd. Let's just... I don't know, hang out for a while. Lay down low!" argued the strange old man. Jake wondered what he meant by that - maybe they were planning to do something... dangerous?!

"No, no. We're doing this NOW. We can't keep doing this brother. I mean... just look at how you're dressed!" said the teacher with the blonde curly hair, known to Jake as "Mr. Wilson". "It's absurd. You look absurd!"

"Oh come on, am I not allowed to have fun in this skin? Even if they ARE some old sack, they're quite comfortable..." said the old man.

What?... Jake didn't quite understand. Was the old man just being metaphorical? He wasn't sure, but he kept his ear to the door.

The other teacher, Mr Davis, was even sterner than Wilson, making a loud thud as he lay his hand on the nearby desk. "Srom Fex Crive! You cannot just treat this like a joke or a vacation! This is a business venture. We are desperate for money. You cannot lay around doing nothing whilst we do all the work!"

Jake was even more confused. What kind of name is that? Is it from another part of the world?

The strange old man then did something utterly bizzare. As Jake peeked through the glass pane, he could make out the strange old guy grasping the desk and farting profusely. *PFRRRARRPPPTT* "Oof, that was rough, I liked that one..."

"BROTHER! Stop messing around!" Said both teachers, nearly in unison.

The man, called "Srom" by the teachers, grinned sharply. "I'm not. It just seems like we have a visitor." He didn't look at the door, but pointed at it. Jake panicked - what was going on?! Who knows, he certainly didn't, but he ran. Ran and ran, right to his next class, hoping they hadn't noticed his face and seen who he was. Panting, he crashed through the classroom door, apologising desperately before continuing the rest of the day...

The bell rang. Home safe! Or, nearly... If he hadn't been stopped on his way out. The receptionist, a kind young lady, stopped him. "Jake. You've forgotten your bag... How exactly did you do that?"

"Oh, I... must've dropped it, so sorry, so so sorry. I'm on my way out! See you later, miss." Jake spurted out, quickly.

"Oh, and Jake? Before you go... Mr Wilson wanted to see you."

He froze.

What?! How could he know? Was it a coincidence? What was happening?

With a sigh of resignation, Jake walked to Wilson's classroom. Slowly. It felt like it took forever, it was daunting. Whatever was going on, Jake wanted little to do with it. But he was forced to, now. Why did he have to pry? Why was he such a snoop?

Knock knock! "Hello, Jake. Jake Grayson. How are you?" Wilson smiled a toothy grin, as he let Jake took a seat. "Now, I heard you stopped eating your lunch today. Are you doing okay?"

Jake sighed. "Yeah, I'm fine. I just got bored and stopped eating it. I know it's a w-waste and I shouldn't have d-done it b-but..." They said, stammering.

"Hush. It's alright, Jake." Wilson said, grunting with a slight fart. *pfrrAARRrpt* "Oof, sorry Jake. Can you give me a second? I need to take care of myself in my cupboard real quick."

"I mean, alright sir. The cupboard, though? By the sounds of it, you should go to the toilet...?" Jake asked, confused.

"No. It's okay, Jake, I just need to check something out." Wilson grunted, waddling into his nearby cupboard room.

Jake twiddled his thumbs. He could heard some noises but he didn't really know what to say. He didn't want to pry, again. It only nearly got him in deep water last time. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. It was the other teacher and the "Srom" fellow.

Never mind. The deep water just took a while.

They let themselves in, and "Srom" locked the door.

"Hello, Jake." said Davis, ruffling his brown hair. "I see you're here too." He grunted, farting again. *Rrrarrrpptt!* "Oof, excuse me, eh brother?"

"Of course not, no need to excuse yourself dear brother." said "Srom". Grunting, he too farted. *Brrrarrppt!* "That one, that was deep, eh?" Jake was sat there, with a visible look of confusion on his face. He hadn't noticed the door was locked. He decided to check on Wilson, and noticed a bright blue light pouring out of the bottom crack of the door.

"Wilson...?" Jake shouted, perhaps a bit too loudly for someone only a door's length away. A loud crackly grunt responded alongside a roar, as the light died down. Jake shuddered until a giant claw crashed through the door, tearing it in twain, before both halves of it fell to the ground, as a massive green monster crouched through the doorway, before standing up tall and proud, the entire size of the classroom. It roared once more, and Jake looked to the other two in the room, who grinned and reached for their foreheads, pulling back on a zip on their foreheads as the blue light filled the room like water pouring into a mug. Jake was astonished.

'Srom' cackled. "You will be our first hunt. An easy one, for fun. A warm up..." They grinned as their eyes rolled back, the zip reaching the other side of their forehead as they let out a giant fart before tugging at... their own skin?! The monster next to Jake didn't attack him, but looked at the two others with an almost prideful smile until they had finally finished their unmasking and were all giant green monsters. Jake nearly fainted; their vision, blurry. They stammered backwards and landed on their ass, as the three giant monsters slowly lumbered towards him, drinking in his fear, until they finally got the kill they were so desperate for...