HELLOOO!!! Could you pls do a part 3 of this?? "Ghouls reacting to a guy looking up your skirt" I really really love that hehe them getting protective and shi
Of course!! I had always meant to complete it, but I got stuck on a few characters and other writings overtook its priority n-n;
Here's the last of the protective ghouls vs creep series, Mortkranken and Dionysia!
Ghouls reacting to a guy looking up your skirt: Part 3
Mortkranken
Yuri Isami
“What do you think you’re doing, worm?”
He’s standing at the doorway, hands on his hips. “Have you taken leave of your senses? I can think of a multiple anomalous viruses that feed on the prefrontal cortexes and temporal lobes, all of which affect one’s behaviors connected to their morality.”
The student looked confused, then alarmed when Yuri brandished his artifact and came closer, wielding his massive syringe with a mysterious teal liquid shooting from the tip when he depressed the plunger.
“Our tests are highly invasive, it is unavoidable when he are rooting around for an anomaly that feeds off human brains, hijacking them and causing nefarious actions as a consequence. I have not done a lobotomy in some time. Don’t worry, worm, a genius like me could never lose his touch.”
The student paled and ran out of the room. Yuri dropped his act and put his artifact away, his manic expression falling back to a judgmental scowl.
“Honestly, the nerve of these microbes.”
“Is there really an anomaly like that, Yuri?”
“Of course not. Not one we have discovered, anyway. He was just a perverted ingrate. I will notify Jiro of what has transpired. If he thought he would simply get away with a fright, he is sorely mistaken!”
You descended the ladder and put a hand on Yuri’s arm. “Thank you, Yuri,” you said with warm sincerity.
Yuri’s face flooded with crimson. “I didn’t- It’s not like I did it for you! Hmph!” Yuri straightened his lab coat and marched out of the classroom.
Jiro Kirisaki
Jiro strode in the room and picked up the leering student by the arm. He dangled off the ground helplessly. The hand holding his phone being crushed with Jiro’s sheer might as the one they dubbed ‘the monster’ stared at him hard enough to bore holes in his soul.
“She wouldn’t appreciate that.”
“I don’t care what she-“ he cried out when Jiro squeezed his hand.
“Your metacarpals are fragile, especially at the joints. They will break and cause damage in the tendons, leading to long term complications if not properly treated. I would treat them personally, of course.” A small, unsettling smile curved Jiro’s lips. His eyes narrowed and darkened as his threat weighed heavily in the air between them.
“Shit, I’m sorry, okay? Let me go!”
Jiro dropped him on the ground. You swept in while his phone was still unlocked and wiped his entire gallery. You didn’t have time to see how many others he did that to, nor did you care.
He snatched his phone out of your hand and left, leaving you and Jiro awkwardly in the classroom.
“So, how many injuries do you treat that you also inflicted?” You asked.
“Not that many.” Jiro smiled. “But one more today, assuming he doesn’t go to the Darkwick General. I definitely felt a bone snap.”
Dionysia
Jo Kongoza
“Watch out, cutie.”
Jo produced his whip and snapped it at the creepy student’s hand. The whip twined around his wrist, and Jo reeled him in with the thorny whip.
“Peeping at women is hardly respectable behavior, don’t you know?”
“Why should I be respectable to every bimbo I see?”
Jo tightened the whip, making the student stumble forward the last several steps until Jo snatched the phone out of his hand.
He had no inclination of answering such a rude question.
“Would you like to see a magic trick?”
“Only if it’ll make you disappear, you freak!”
“Not me,” Jo hummed. “This.”
The student looked alarmed, but was too slow to react when Jo flipped the phone caught it in a silk scarf, where it promptly vanish.
“Viola! If you wish to find it, meet me backstage after one of our shows. You should know I will take the liberty of disposing of any illicit photos I might find.”
The student, freed from the whip and relieved of his phone, shook his head. “No way I’m attending your freak show. Whole thing’s a fucking scam.” He marched out of the room, grumbling.
Jo turned to you, a sympathetic smile for what you had to put up with. “That invitation extends to you as well, cutie. Admission is free for honor students, you know.” With a wink and a bow, Jo excused himself, whistling a light and airy tune.
Mio Susuhara
Mio’s clockwork anomaly spider dashed into the room and snatched the phone with its grappling web. It held the phone in its pedipalps, doing its janky mechanical dance as a taunt.
You looked around the room for Mio, and spotted him across the hall, controlling the anomaly with a nefarious glint in his eye. When he saw you watching, he flashed you a wink.
“Give me that, you piece of shit.”
The student stepped past the blue glowing ring that was around the clockwork spider, setting off its electric field. The phone was fried before the student recovered from the painful shock.
“What the fuck!”
Mio sauntered up as if he just happened upon the scene. “There it is. Thanks for finding it. Did it cause you any trouble?”
“It nuked my fucking phone, dude!”
“Oh, bummer.” Mio smiled at him, completely unapologetic.
“You owe me a phone!”
“Do I? This machinery has built in surveillance, so we can show some faculty the feed and see if they’ll cover it. If not, you’re out of luck. I can’t go around paying for damages out of pocket.”
The student thought better of having his creeping reviewed by a ghoul, much less the faculty.
The spider let off another electric field as he weighed his options, shocking his legs. The student briskly left the room, then turned his walk into a jog as the spider chased him, firing volts every few seconds.
You laughed at the pitiful retreat and thanked Mio, who shrugged off your thanks and gave you a parting wave on his way out.
Elias Pratt
“Didn’t your mother teach you better?” Elias leaned against the doorframe, frowning at the student with a look of fatherly disappointment.
He crossed the distance to you and helped you down from the stepladder, then positioned himself between you and the leery student.
“What are you, her boyfriend?”
“I can tell you aren’t, from that loaded question,” Elias answered gently. “Which means you have no right to look at her that way. Not that a relationship alone grants you that privilege, mind you.”
Elias walked closer to him with an unsettling smile, until he loomed over the shorter student.
“Why don’t you and I take a walk? Have a little chat? We can discuss the finer points of how one should treat a lady.”
“Hard pass, man. I don’t go on mysterious walks with dudes.”
“But you do go on them with women? Am I understanding that correctly?” Elias clicked his tongue, no longer hiding his distaste behind an overly pleasant mask. “By the way, I wasn’t asking.”
Elias grabbed the student by the scruff of his uniform shirt and dragged him out of the room. When he got to the door with the yelling and flailing student, he turned around and gave you a kind smile.
“I’ll be sure to impress upon him the error of his ways.” Elias hadn’t raised his voice, so his soft promise was hard to hear. You understood him though, and he walked away leisurely, carrying the pissed off general student in tow.
Shion Genkai
The creep gets his phone knocked out of his hand without warning. It’s pinned to the wall, a joker card embedded in the screen.
There’s the sound of another card being flicked between Shion’s fingers as he glares from the doorway, golden eyes glittering dangerously.
“What are you looking at my wife for?” He steps forward slowly, each ominous click of his heels sending a shock up your spine as well as the student, now paralyzed in fear behind you.
Shion snatches him by the face, his card poised by his throat. “How much of a mess will you make when this explodes out of the back of your head, huh? Wouldn’t it be fun to find out.”
You’re down the ladder, pulling on Shion’s arm to get his attention. “Okay, okay, thank you, Shion but you don’t have to kill him!” You meet the guy’s panicked look, wondering what it would take to convince Shion to let him go. He was clearly too much of a coward to even talk to you, but this was overkill.
“Maybe I’ll just take his eyes, then.” The corner of the card prodded the guy’s lower eyelid, the sharp edge digging in his skin.
“Sorry! I’m sorry! It won’t happen again! Please, don’t.”
“I know it won’t.” Shion released him and reclaimed his card from the wall. He perched on a desk with a satisfied smile. “I think I’ll stay in here, see if anyone wants to have more fun.”
You tried to enlist him to finish helping you reach the high shelves, but he didn’t move. His eyes didn’t travel up your skirt, however. They remained trained on the door, his artifact ready to slice anyone who cast a leery gaze in your direction.
