The giant cockroach finished eating Kristen, burping a cloud of green gas that smelled of rotten garbage. Now, only Kristen's wig and a few of his teeth remained on the floor.
The monster was now looking for its next victim. Its multifaceted eyes landed on Mr. Hilter, who was hiding behind his desk, the baby bottle still clutched in his trembling hands. He had soiled his diaper more than usual.
"NO! I'M TOO BEAUTIFUL TO DIE!" he screamed, his shrill voice cutting through the chaos. "Eat the chink!" He pointed at the fat Chong Chong, who was crying in a corner.
The cockroach ignored the boy and rushed to the nazi teacher, who was an easy target. The insect's mandibles opened wide, ready to bite off the old man's head.
He removed his diaper and threw it at the monster; the flying piece of shit hit the creature's face, making it slip and fall on the floor. The monster was now covered in Hilter's feces, which were a mix of diarrhea, blood, and semen.
It was the most delicious meal the cockroach had ever tasted. The creature started eating the diaper, ignoring the teacher.
Mr. Hilter took the opportunity to run away, his balls and ass jiggling as he ran out of the room. The students followed him, except for Nikla, who was still sleeping, and the idiots who had passed out from fear.
Kana was laughing while Tamara was furious. Her uniform was ruined by her own waste. Danna Ai didn't run; she skipped out of the classroom with a cheerful tune, her silver hair bouncing behind her.
Mr. Eladio, the principal, heard the screams and went to check. He saw Hilter running with his dick flapping in the wind, followed by a bunch of screaming students. He recognized Coquito among them, the indigenous boy he loved, and felt a pang of worry.
"Oh, no!" The fat man knew what was going on. Flashbacks from the last invasion came to his mind. The last one was ten years ago, and the school was almost destroyed. He had to hire new security guards, but they were all killed. "I won't let that happen again!" he declared and ran to the principal's office.
He grabbed the wooden dildo microphone from the wall, a relic from Nadia's last visit. He pressed a button, and his sweaty, panicked voice echoed through the school's speakers: “ATTENTION, STUDENTS AND FACULTY! WE HAVE A CODE BUG-IN-A-CLASSROOM SITUATION! ALL STUDENTS ARE TO EVACUATE THE SCHOOL IMMEDIATELY!”
The students went crazy, pushing and shoving each other to get out of the building. Some were trampled, others were raped in the hallway. The school was in chaos.
In class A, things were different. They were the elite, after all. They didn't panic; they were used to this kind of thing. Rea Mertesacker, the queen bee, was sitting on her throne-like chair, her minions surrounding her.
"Hmph," she said, looking at the window. "Another bug. How annoying."
"Rea, what should we do?" asked Tolosa, the obese muscle, her huge breasts jiggling as she spoke.
"That's class F's problem, not ours. Let them handle their own vermin," Rea said, her voice dripping with disdain. "They're just a bunch of degenerates and subhumans, anyway. They deserve to die."
Tolosa nodded, and so did her other minions.
Ai-chan, Rea's sex slave, was on her knees serving as a footstool. She was wearing BDSM gear, with a leather corset and thigh-high boots. A ball gag was stuffed in her mouth, and her eyes were wide with fear.
Mr. Eladio was prepared to face the bug; his children were in danger. He grabbed a long stick with a nail at the end, his football helmet, and his protective cup. He was a hero, after all.
He ran down the hallway, his jiggling body a beacon of hope in the chaos. He slipped on a pool of blood and semen, hit the floor, and was knocked unconscious.
His heroic charge was over before it began.
Meanwhile, the students from class F reached the school gates, where they witnessed a horrifying scene. A group of boys from Class C were raping Jony Jony, the young boy from their class who had the bad luck of crossing their path.
"Why are you doing that? There's a giant cockroach in the school!" Chong Chong cried out.
The rapists paused for a second to look at the Chinese boy. "He challenged us to a rape contest, and we're the winners!" said Camacho, the leader of the bullies. "Now we're claiming our prize!"
"Yeah! He dared to fart in our presence!" Shantonio added, his huge nose twitching. "That's a declaration of war in our culture!"
Shantonio had a long, pointy nose and long sideburns that made him look like a rat. He wore a yarmulke on his greasy hair, and a Star of David dangled from his neck.
"Ignore these faggots!" shouted Peteco, trying to open the school gates. "We have to escape!"
Camacho and Shantonio didn't care about the cockroach. They couldn't waste this opportunity to lose their virginity.
They all tried to open the gates, but they quickly realized the security system had been activated automatically. When in an emergency, the school would be put on lockdown to prevent students from escaping. The gates were now made of solid steel, and there was no way to open them.
"WHO THE FUCK THOUGHT THIS WAS A GOOD IDEA?!" yelled Caillou, banging on the gates.
Mr. Eladio thought it was a great security system. He wanted to keep the students safe, so whenever a threat appeared, the school would be locked down. He didn't think about the consequences of trapping the students with the threat.
The students from class F were now trapped in the building while the giant cockroach walked down the hall. Its antennas twitched, tasting the fear in the air.
"We're gonna die!" Mr. Hilter cried and rolled on the floor.
The students from class F were now trapped between the monster and the gates. There was no escape. Some students started to pray, others started to cry, and some started to masturbate.
Meanwhile, Kina and Tamara were in the bathroom. "I'm not leaving until I'm clean," Tamara said, her voice muffled by the sound of running water. Her huge ass was now covered in soap bubbles, and she was scrubbing it with a toilet brush.
Kina was texting someone and giggling, her massive tits rising and falling with each breath. She wasn't worried about the bug. She was more worried about what she would eat later.
Danna entered the bathroom and smiled. "Tamara. Indigestion is the body's way of rejecting impurities. Your poor dietary choices have led to this gastrointestinal rebellion. I suggest reducing your intake of saturated fats and simple sugars."
"Shut up, you little bitch!" Tamara snarled, her arm a blur of motion as she scrubbed. "I'm in a delicate situation here!"
"Slug is dead," Danna said, her silver eyes staring at Kana, now. "The insect has consumed him. Without his unwavering devotion to Nikla, the delicate balance of our social ecosystem has been irrevocably altered."
"Danna." Kana frowned. "WHY CAN’T YOU BE NORMAL?"
"Oh! Look at the time.” Danna checked her wrist, where there was no watch at all. “It's been great exchanging pleasantries with you both. But I must be on my way. I must assess the damage." She skipped out of the bathroom, leaving the two girls alone.
"Something is really wrong with that girl," Kana said to Tamara, who was now drying herself with paper towels.
Back in the hallway, the kids were arguing about who should die next.
"We should sacrifice Caillou!" shouted the janitor, Rodolfo, who had appeared from nowhere. His puppet Bodioca, a sock with googly eyes, nodded in agreement. "He's bald and has cancer. He's already dying. Let the bug eat him!"
"I'm not dying!" Caillou screamed, his black dot eyes wide with anger.
Rodolfo, the janitor, had a hunchback and a lazy eye. He always carried a bucket of dirty water and a mop. He was a pedophile, and he used his puppet to lure the kids into his janitor's closet.
"We must sacrifice the chink!" shouted Shantonio, now done with Jony Jony. "He's fat and has no pants on. He's an easy target!"
Chong Chong's face turned red. "Why me?! I haven't hurt anyone!"
"That's exactly why you must die!"
In the end, the kids voted to sacrifice Caillou. He was the most useless and annoying of them all. The mob lifted the struggling boy, a collective effort fueled by their terror and annoyance. They carried him toward the monster, a sacrificial offering to the chitinous god.
They tied the bald fuck to a chair and placed him in the middle of the hallway, then they ran to hide.
"Fuck you all!" Caillou screamed, his face contorted in rage.
The cockroach paused, its mandibles clicking, ready to deliver the final, chomping verdict on Caillou's existence. The bald boy's screams were a high, pathetic squeal.
Suddenly, a flash of crimson light, so brilliant it blinded everyone for a split second, flooded through the ceiling's grimy panels.
Then came the sound. Not an explosion, but a deep, percussive WHUMP. The reinforced concrete and steel rebar of the school roof tore apart like wet cardboard.
Like the fist of God itself.
Through this new skylight plummeted a figure wreathed in crimson flames, shimmering with heat that distorted the very air. The fire clung to him like a second skin.
He landed on the cockroach's head with the ground-shaking impact of a meteor strike. His feet, clad in pristine black sneakers, struck the creature's carapace with a deafening CRACK. The monstrous insect's legs buckled, its enormous body crumpling under the force, its eyes imploding into geysers of yellow goo. The creature's head was flattened, its innards squishing out in a tidal wave.
The fire subsided, retracting into the figure's body with a final, hungry hiss. He stood there, perfectly still, in the epicenter of the destruction. A boy. He was very tall with tight muscles coiled under pale skin. His hair was a chaotic mop of black spikes, and his eyes, the color of fresh blood, scanned the devastation with a calm curiosity.
"Oh, hello!" he said, waving with a smile. "Sorry about that." He gestured vaguely at the hole in the ceiling.
The idiots were speechless. The smell of ozone and roasted cockroach filled their nostrils, a cocktail of apocalypse. The boy took a step forward, his sneakers sinking slightly into the pulped remains of the giant bug.
Then, a voice called from the other side of the hallway.
"Nero?!"