Cruel World
Professor!Melon (BEASTARS) x Hybrid!Reader
Tw: Drugging, Predation, Kidnapping ((the tw applies towards the end, but pls read with caution and put your mental health first!))
Summary: It isn’t until your back is turned does he say something. “Be safe Y/N-san. There are dangers around every corner.” You feel your fur prickle, something’s not right. Everything within you is screaming run and don’t look back. But, that’s ridiculous! It’s just your herbivore professor Melon; he’s hardly a threat to you...a deer/fox hybrid.
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You dutifully take down notes as your history professor begins lamenting about the Great Carnivore and Herbivore World War.
He begins gesticulating as he continues speaking, “Thus, began the Great War. Now, here’s a question: could the Great War have been avoided?” He pauses and you do your best to avoid his scrutinizing eyes. You hunker down, making yourself seem as small as possible (which wasn’t too hard with your small deer-like appearance) and making sure your mask is up.
It’s always up whenever you’re out. It has to be (you’ve learned what happens when you don’t wear your mask, and you’ll never make that mistake again).
Your professor hums as he walks back and forth, almost predator-like; as if he’s stalking his prey, which is ridiculous he’s a gazelle! “No one? Well, I’ll play devil’s advocate and say that the Great War could never be avoided due to the natural order of things.” He saunters back to his podium and leans on it. “Philosophers have stated that only the strong will survive while the weak will perish, thus herbivores have always been fated to be seen as food.” He pauses, eyes scanning the room “It truly is a cruel world we live in,” he says, eyes crinkled into crescent moons and head tilted to the side.
Looking oddly positive for such a dark topic.
You watch as he reaches over and grabs a book and then proceeds to raise said book and shake it. “With that ends our lecture for today. Read up pages 126 to 140 because that’s what our next topic will be and the subject for your next essay. Have a good day.”
With his closure you jot down the assignment and begin stuffing everything back into your side-bag. As you rise to leave you begin to notice the lack of people.
It’s just you and your professor.
How awkward.
You start walking towards the exit, giving a brief nod to your professor as he’s watching you from his podium with his head cradled in his hands.
It isn’t until your back is turned does he say something. “Be safe Y/N-san. There are dangers around every corner.”
You feel your fur prickle, something’s not right. Everything within you is screaming run and don’t look back. But, that’s ridiculous! It’s just your herbivore professor Melon; he’s hardly a threat to you...a deer/fox hybrid.
You look back squinting your eyes in a semblance of a smile. “You as well, Professor Melon.” With that you leave, not waiting to see if he had anything else to say.
You just had to get out of there.
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A couple weeks have gone by since the Incident™, and since then you’ve made sure to never be alone with your history professor again. You don’t know why you always have to have someone else there with you, but you just do.
As class nears the end you slowly begin to pack up your things, so you wouldn’t disturb those around you (or alert your harmless history professor of your new habit of packing early). By the time Professor Melon assigns the homework and officially ends the class you’re out of your chair like a bullet.
(You do your best to ignore the feeling of eyes stalking your every move as you leave.)
This new routine goes on undisturbed for another couple of weeks. You think you can finally begin to stop seeing your herbivore (a very important detail) professor as someone nonthreatening because (again) what could he, a herbivore, do to you, a hybrid?
Nothing, so you know you’re being ridiculous, but your instincts say otherwise. (Though, you do have conflicting instincts so maybe it’s not the best judge of character.)
With all your careful planning to never be alone within Professor Melon in class you never once thought about encountering him in public.
You had cut through an alleyway because it made the trip home so much quicker. But, as you scurry along and are about to make a sharp left turn you bump into him. You know he’s there before you even collide because of his scent: herbal and smokey (maybe he smokes?).
You quickly back off, apologies on your tongue, but he grabs your forearms as if to steady you. “Ah, Y/N-san, what a surprise,” he says, his eyes doing that crescent moon thing. “What’s my dear student doing here?” He looks around as if to find an answer, and you feel like a trapped mouse.
“Going home,” the words are soft and tinged with fear. You knew that’s your first mistake: showing fear.
“Oh,” he draws the word out like a song. “This is a bad way to go you know. Terrible things happen in alleyways.”
He squeezes his hands and you jerk.
It hurts, a lot. His nails digging into your coat’s sleeve and somehow piercing into your flesh. Are gazelle nails suppose to be this sharp, you wonder. They’re as sharp as yours when you neglect to file them down for the day.
He’s just a herbivore.
He’s just a herbivore.
He’s just a herbivore!
He can’t hurt you!
You yank your arms from his grasp and stumble backwards. You don’t take your eyes off of your professor to look at your arms. You can already smell the blood oozing out of the wounds.“Yes, of course,” you say, inching away, “I better get back to the main street then. Goodbye.”
Here’s where you make your second mistake: you turn your back towards him. Suddenly, you feel something pounce on you causing you to fall on your front with a loud thud.
It’s hard to breathe.
“Tsk tsk, Y/N-san. Don’t you know it’s rude to turn your back on someone speaking to you.” You feel fingers rub the base of your ear before traveling down to your neck and squeezing. “Such soft fur... I wonder, Y/N-san, does it come from your deer side or your other one? Hmm?”
Your body locks up and you feel what little breath you had before disappear. With wide eyes you you do your best to turn and look at the maniac upon you.
And, what a sight it is.
For the first time in your three years of having Professor Melon as a teacher, you finally see him without a mask.
It’s...terrifying.
He’s a hybrid. He’s like you.
It’s the look of dread upon your face that causes him to grin, teeth full displayed and eyes crinkled. “From one hybrid to another, here’s some advice: be better at faking it.” He reaches over with the hand not holding you down and wipes at your cheek.
You’re crying, and you don’t know when it happened. “P-Please,” you have no clue what your asking for, but you need to try.
“Now now, none of that,” he says, “It’s not my fault you’re a terrible actor, and I have some clients that have been dying for some hybrid meat.”
And, with the same hand that he used to wipe your tears he pulls out a syringe.
The tears fall faster and renew your efforts for escaping: you buck and thrash, but he doesn’t budge.
You scream.
It’s dies when he puts pressure on your neck, squeezing so hard you can feel your blood pounding. “Y/N-san, you wouldn’t mind if I took a bite first, right? You know as well as I do that us hybrids don’t have much taste for, well, anything. Maybe you’ll finally give me something delicious, hmm.” He teasingly licks your ear and nibbles at the end. “I’ll be gentle, promise.”
You shake your head gasping and pleading with him, but to no avail.
He isn’t swayed.
He’s going to hurt you.
He’s going to kill you!
You feel warm breath on your neck and close your eyes. You knew what was going to happen.
“The world truly is cruel, isn’t it, Y/N-san. You should have bared your fangs more.”
A pause.
“Thank you for the meal.”
Pain. Pure, unadulterated pain.
“Hmm, no flavor. Saddening.”
Then, a prickly feeling.
“Sleep well, Y/N-san.”
Finally, nothing.