"YEEEAAHHHHH!!!!!"
"NOOOOOO!!!!"
"SUCK IT SUCK IT SUCK IT SUCK IT YEAHHH!!!!"
His unbeating heart boiling over with rage, a certain Rev Vennett almost broke his mouse for the second time that day. The first time had been when he had to click to chop a vegetable inside of a Minecraft Wii Party game.
The second time was unfolding right before a certain vampire's deep red eyes, as the game came to a staggering close.
A shrill, scratchy voice celebrated her victory. She'd been downcast as the one furthest behind, while Mark Dracula was the one on the cusp of victory. However, after managing to switch positions, rolling high enough… she had come out with a staggering victory.
"THAT DAMN WENDIGO! I'LL RIP THOSE STUPID ANTLERS OUT OF HER STUPID HEAD!"
Rev was no stranger to assaulting someone over a game. Mark could attest to that, no doubt.
Leaping from his seat, Rev stomped towards the door. Mark got up, calling out with an outstretched hand and concerned expression:
"Uh, Rev?! You can't go there—that's the girl's dorm!"
"I DON'T CARE!"
Continuing forward, Rev was restrained by Mark, who picked him up. Quite effortless, easily holding him overhead, the son of the famous Count treated an esteemed necromancer and immortal as though he was little more than a toddler.
"GHAH—HEY, WAIT! PUT ME DOWN, YOU IDIOTIC VAMPIRE! YOU—HK, ENOUGH!"
Struggling, breaking free, Rev fell to the red carpet floor of their dorm. Heavy, frantic breaths filled the air, followed by a snarl and the shaking of his head.
"Tch! Fine! I don't need to get revenge on her right now, of course I don't… Hah. Yes, we'll see who's really the winner in the end."
Standing up, the revenant's face, previously marked solely by ire, ended up flaring with a crazed viciousness. Then, with a ruthless intonation, he added:
"Hah… Let her laugh all she wants. I'll give her something to laugh about..."
***
The smell of chemicals and various potion ingredients rose to the air.
Calmly sitting at a desk, an expression lost in thought was held up by a fist, Rev Vennett staring off into the distance. His dull, gray eyes were focused on nothing.
He despised that annoying wendigo more than anything. Other than being trapped at this even-more-annoying academy for rejects, exiles and delinquents.
"Hmph, no wonder she's here. This school was practically made for her… no, it quite literally was."
"...What are you mumbling to yourself about?" A sweet, high-pitched voice entered, disturbing the formation of his schemes.
Turning to his left, Rev saw a witch. His eyes rose to her hat, which was large and had to be cumbersome, before falling back to her face. Looking at her blue pupils encompassed by light violet iris', his own eyes were rolled.
"What does it matter to you?"
"Well, you're clearly not paying attention to Ms. Yaga, so it does concern me, you know. We're partners, in case you haven't noticed."
"Listen, Witch—school just started. There's nothing in this class that's new to me, got it? Everything here is elementary at best. I figured you would know that almost as well as I do."
Bella narrowed her eyes, glancing away. "Well, even experts need to practice. One small mistake and you can end up with a wildly different result. If you're as good as you say you are, you should know that."
"Oh yeah? Well, I don't make mistakes."
Just then, a loud, agonizingly pained scream ran through the halls of the academy. Rev got up from his seat, putting his hands in his pockets and leaving the classroom.
"...Hmm. Seriously, just what can I do?"
He looked around. His eyes stumbled upon the principal's office, narrowing at the memory of that stubborn principal.
"No, I can't get her trapped inside of the void… The principal would just bail her out, anyways."
He scowled.
"Argh, then what? Something, something that can put her in her place…"
There was—
"Hey buddy!"
"Agh!"
Jolting, Rev turned around, looking at a white-haired vampire's toothy grin. "You looked super angry, uhh, you alright pal? You're not still upset about that party game, are you? I mean—"
"Quit doing that! Gah, you always show up right when I'm in the middle of something! And so what if I'm still upset about it!? SHE MUST'VE TAMPERED WITH THE GAME SOMEHOW!! AND SHE HAD THE AUDACITY TO LAUGH ABOUT IT!"
Now, when Rev shouted with all the force his vocal chords would allow, the people in the hallways didn't even flinch. At this point, it was just a secondary bell.
"Well… I mean, I was pretty sad I got switched with her, but y'know—"
"NOT INTERESTED! I'M GETTING MY REVENGE, NO MATTER WHAT! TO. SPITE. HER."
Spinning around, Rev continued moving forward, leaving Mark to stand idly in the hallway, a concerned expression on his face.
"Huh. That… doesn't sound too good."
…
Trying to sit alone at lunch—and failing, of course, considering he was surrounded by a nonchalant angel, a Witch who seemed to misunderstand her standing, and a vampire who was guilty of the same, only happening to be more annoying because was his roommate—Rev ate a meal that was hardly anything enjoyable.
Up until now, he'd only thought people ate when they felt like it, just like he did, and that the rule of three-meals-a-day was just a fad diet.
"...That moronic wendigo… just what can I even do to get revenge? Nothing I can resurrect to taunt her with—Raven holds my amulet and getting her to do anything would just be too annoying…"
His eyes wandered towards the staircase that led to the secondary floors of the cafeteria. Last time he checked, Wendy sat there, all alone…
"Hmph, but using others to mess with her is just stupid. Other people are stupid, and I can't even imagine being 'lonely' is even that big of a deal. She's a bumbling imbecile, I doubt her brain is developed enough to even process that they'd be faking interest."
"...Okay, seriously, what the heck are you talking about, Rev?" Bella asked, her voice strained with having reached the limits of his mumbling.
"Again, nothing that concerns you, Witch."
His eyes returned to her. This Witch was indeed useful on occasion. Excluding that time she ignored his attempts to be rescued from the Void, she came in handy. Only, this wasn't a matter she had any involvement in, so…
"Ah. Wait."
The Witch raised an eyebrow.
"What?"
"...Yes. I don't need you to help me, but you at least gave me an idea. It was quite obvious from the start, but I suppose it'll do the job well enough. Besides, going for something bigger—like the Hellhound or another zombie outbreak… Well, that would just make Viviana involve herself, which I don't care to deal with at the moment."
That cruel smile of his only made the Witch expect the worst.
***
At the end of the school day, Rev returned to Alchemy class. With no teacher to watch over what he made, this was the perfect opportunity to begin his revenge.
"That Witch made a fool of me in front of everyone… Not like I care, though. However, Wendy… Well, Wendy might be a bit different.
So, he gathered various ingredients. Ordinarily, this type of potion wasn't one he was interested in brewing, making this his first time with it.
"Doesn't matter. It's just a simple Fear Potion."
Standing over a brewing stand, Rev tossed the ingredients in, one after the other. Taking time to ensure he got the exact measurements right, it was finally time for the final ingredient—
Wham!
"Ack!" Rev shouted, adding in two Ghast Tears instead of one and a half. His head turned, seeing the person standing in the doorway. "YOU…! Tsk. What are you doing here, Witch?"
Bella stood still, still taking a moment to catch her breath. "Hah, you… Seriously! I knew you'd be here… Ugh, you were just acting so strange all day that I couldn't help but be concerned! What're you even doing?"
The fissures of thick smoke, gas, and steam boiled, rising into the air from the cauldron before Rev received a bottle filled with a purple liquid.
"Hm? Making a Fear Potion, duh. The same kind you made me drink—thanks for that, by the way. It was an excellent way to socialize me."
"...That… that's not important right now, okay? You just brewed a Fear Potion… for Wendy, right?"
Rev tilted his head, keeping his haughty gaze. "Hm? How'd you know?"
"Mark told Wendy about it, and I happened to overhear. He said you were going to hurt her, or something? Is this how?"
Rev groaned.
"Seriously? He squealed? Whatever. It doesn't matter. I'm just going to have her drink this, and—"
"Move it!"
That all-too-familiar, shrill and scratchy voice rang through the air as Bella was brushed off to the side. Rev grit his teeth, flaring with anger at the sight of her stupid mask.
With alabaster skin and a deer-skull covering her face, the monster stepped forward. "Hahaha! Awww, are you that mad you're a loser, Rev!?"
"SHUT UP!"
His anger subsiding with a wicked grin, he popped the bottle open, his gray eyes piercing her own yellow ones. Returning his smile, the Wendigo formed a spear of bones, lunging forward and impaling the Revenant's dead heart.
"Agh!"
"HAHAHA! I BEAT YOU IN THE GAME, AND IN REAL LIFE! HAHAHAHA—"
Her mouth wide open in her laughter, Rev splashed the Fear Potion's contents forward into her mouth. Catching her off guard, she backed away, coughing and swallowing some of the contents.
"AGH! Kah, what did you… kugh, it tastes like… cough syrup… and honey, too?"
"Hahaha! There, take that!" Rev shouted, removing the bone spear from his chest. His gray hairs turned a dark green, and his body began to reform. "Now, cower in fear! Go on, celebrate your victory when you're too scared to—"
"...What? I'm not scared at… h-huh?"
Looking down, supposedly at the ground, Wendy's face—or, at least what Rev could see from what her mask didn't cover up—scrunched up in confusion.
"...W-what did you do?" Her scratchy voice asked, this time with an intonation of genuine fear and confusion. She backed up, gritting her teeth.
"Fear Potion! You didn't drink the whole thing, so I'm assuming its effects were subdued, but it should work just fine! Have fun staying calm in a world surrounded by monsters!"
She tilted her head upwards, the darkness of the eyes inside her deer-skull staring forward.
Then, Bella moved forward. She swallowed her spit, stammering over her words.
"...U-u-uhh… Rev, what ingredients did you use for the Fear Potion?"
"Huh? Oh, well—"
"Actually, no, how many Ghast Tears…?"
The Revenant looked at the Witch with a scoff. "Only one and a half, obviously. Although… YOU! I ADDED IN TWO INSTEAD BECAUSE YOU SLAMMED THE DOOR OPEN!"
Bella's face dropped, and she cursed under her breath. Opening up her alchemy book, she flipped through the pages with the vigor of a crazed scribe.
"No, nononono… Hk."
Stopping, the Witch looked over the page on the Fear Potion. Rev tilted his head, looking at Wendy, who seemed remarkably subdued. If it wasn't the Fear Potion, then what was it?
"...R-Rev?"
"What?"
"...Y-you didn't make a Fear Potion."
Being the bearer of bad news, Bella handed him her book. Rev scoffed, curiously looking the page over. There, he found the recipe he'd inadvertently followed, finding out what he really made.
"...W-w-what the hell?"
It was not a Fear Potion.
Instead, it was…
...a Futanari Potion.