It’s no surprise that Stanford Pines would be intrigued by the newest course offered at Hive City’s one and only academy. Up until that day he thought he would be one of few experts in the field in this place. A visit to the seminar was long overdue (despite only being a few days in from the course’s start), and initially the author was eager to meet someone with similar interests to his own. Maybe such a meeting could lead to a partner in researching the inner workings of the stranger aspects of Hive City. Unfortunately, the minute he enters the classroom, he begins to doubt that possibility.
Even though one would assume that a ghost (or spirit or monster or whatever he was he was) would know plenty about his own kind, it looked as though this ‘teacher’ was doing little more than reading verbatim from his little tablet’s glowing screen.
Was... was this some sort of joke? Did he not know anything at all?
Impatiently, Stanford folds his arms and glares at the “teacher” from the back of the room as the clock ticks down closer to the period’s end time. Even when the so-called professor notices does Ford’s unimpressed stare refuse to falter.
