#found thjys in my docs history and just had to show you guys this

[im-a-gay-frog]

Summary:

Pannacotta Fugo was a simple man. He was an intelligent man who lived with his roommate, Sheila E. He had a delightful childhood with caring parents and loving brothers. He went to school and had friends. He was no different from anyone else. He fit into society. In fact, he was the professor at one of the local high schools nearby. Life was perfect for Pannacotta Fugo.

Or was it?

The White Room, part one

That room, that white room that haunted him. Those people, the ones who shoved him in that room. Those people, the ones who were held back as he was thrown into that white room.The white, from the walls to the floor to his clothes to his hair. It was all white. It was quiet. No sound but his own. There was no sign of the outside world, not even a mirror. Just him, and the room.

Fugo shot up from where he laid. Those visions tormented him nonstop, ever since that new kid came. That kid seemed so sad when he saw him. Maybe he was overreacting but he felt terrible. He felt something inside him cry out. Then, these dreams, no, nightmares, started to terrorize him in his sleep. But he couldn’t help but wonder about that room he saw. Those people. The visions that danced around his room, giving him no rest.

“Pannacotta, are you okay?” He looked up at Sheila, who peaked her head into his room. Fugo nodded, despite still being able to see those people. One man, he was crying like he had lost his child. The other, who held him back, was crying just as much. “Are you sure? You look like you just saw a ghost!”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Could you call me Fugo from now on? I don’t know why, but hearing my first name pisses me off.” Fugo said, which earned him an eyebrow raise from Sheila.

“Sure, Fugo. You gonna be okay for the night?” Sheila asked. Fugo nodded, and she sighed. She left the room, leaving him with the visions. He saw splotches of pure white in his room until his walls were magically white. All of it, no matter how much he blinked. It was here. He was there.

But where?

~

“Mr. Fugo!” Fugo jerked his head up to look at his students. He had been spacing out and totally forgot that they were here. Good thing he had finished their lesson for the day and it was only the last couple of minutes in class where people talked and did their homework. “I have a question!”

“Yes, Narancia?” Fugo asked. This kid always had questions. He was terrible at math and it was a surprise he got to this level. He wasn’t stupid, he just took a little extra time to learn how to do the math. That’s why he tutored the boy in order to help him. He was surprised the boy didn’t receive jeers from his classmates for being older than them by about 5 or 7 years. Maybe it was because of a past he didn’t know. Or maybe they just respected him for his age difference.

“What’s 16 x 55? I forgot again…” Narancia said with a slight smile. It looked like he was trying to hide a smile with a frown but it failed horribly. Fugo sighed, then stood up and walked over to help.

“Alright, so what’s 6 x 5?” Fugo pointed at the numbers on the page as the boy processed this in his head. It took him a while, but he got it.

“30!” He said with confidence. Fugo nodded as the boy wrote down the numbers.

“Now, with knowing that, do you think you could try the problem out again?” Fugo asked. Narancia nodded and Fugo walked back over to his desk. Minutes later, Narancia raised his hand, meaning he figured it out.

“So, did I get it right?” Narancia sounded so confident despite having the wrong answer. He didn’t understand. He was angry at Narancia for getting it wrong. He felt pure rage, making his blood boil. He took a breath. He had never felt this kind of anger before. A flash of purple out of the corner of his eye got his attention but he didn't look away from Narancia’s paper.

“Narancia, you said 6 x 5 was 30, right? Why would 16 x 55 be less than 30?” Fugo asked. Narancia was about to answer, but then the bell rang and everyone piled out for the classroom. “You know what, how about we go over this for your tutoring session tomorrow? I’m sure you don’t want to be home late.” Fugo sighed. Narancioa nodded and grabbed his bag, stuffing the paper inside. Before leaving the room, he looked Fugo in the eye before gripping him into a hug.

“Thank you, Mr. Fugo. I’m glad you can tutor me again!” Narancia sounded so happy, but so sad. Before he could ask what the boy had eant, he ran out of the room and down the hall towards the exit. Fugo huffed, then walked over to his desk. He had some papers to grade anyways so he put what the boy had said in the back of his brain.

He picked up his pen, one with a strawberry charm dangling from it from Narancia’s mother, and started to get to work. He flipped through the papers, marking each of them carefully, until something stole his attention. Someone was in the doorway. He looked up and almost let out a sigh of relief when he saw Narancia’s mother. Well, mother figure. His name was Bruno Buccellati, and from the times they interacted, he could tell that he genuinely cared for Narancia as a mother.

“I’m sorry to disturb you but Narancia told me it was your birthday. I didn’t want to disturb your class but I made you some cookies, to thank you for tutoring Narancia. No better time than your birthday, eh?” Bruno said. Fugo nodded. He had forgotten it was his birthday today. February 5th, a day he was supposed to be happy but he couldn’t be. He saw things too much to be happy.

“Ah. thank you. That’s very kind of you!”