Class F had already moved on from the cockroach attack, and new challenges arose on the horizon. This was the case for Kristen, who was worried about the first school assignment of the year: a presentation about their families. They had to bring one family member to class tomorrow and explain their body functions to the class.
"Who will you bring, Kristen?" Chong Chong asked.
"I don't know!" Kristen was trembling. "My mom won't come. She's too busy at the brothel!"
"Then bring your dad!" Chong Chong suggested.
"My dad works in the flip-flop factory all day."
"You must bring an adult tomorrow, or else..." Mr. Hilter grabbed a knife from his desk and made some cuts in the air.
Kristen whimpered and covered his crotch. He didn't want to lose the only source of pleasure he had left. One day, Nikla would accept him, and they would make love, so he had to be ready for that special day. "One day... I'll put my pp inside her and..." He moaned.
Nikla was furious. There was no way she'd bring anyone from her family to this den of idiots. Not like she had many choices. Her father was dead, turned into a puddle of green goo by Palito a long time ago. Her mother was a walking natural disaster who enjoyed embarrassing her in front of the entire world.
Normally, Nikla and Kana could skip this kind of thing. They were half Nephilim. Rules didn't apply to them. But Nadia, the loving mother she was, had other plans.
That evening, Nikla arrived home and found her mother waiting for her. The house was quiet, an unnerving prelude to a storm. Nadia Rain sat on their leather sofa, her short black hair a stark contrast to the room's pale, sterile white. Her purple eyes fixed on her daughter the moment she stepped through the door.
"Oh no... What is it now?" Nikla's shoulders slumped; the question was more of a sigh of resignation.
"My little angel!" Nadia's smile was too wide, too sharp. "I heard about your little school project! How wonderful!"
"Don't you dare!"
"I'm so proud of my little girl, finally wanting to learn about biology and anatomy!" Nadia got up and walked towards Nikla, her movements fluid and predatory. "That's why I've gotten you the perfect assistant for your presentation!"
"NO!" Nikla screamed, her face a mask of horror. "I know what you're going to do!"
Nadia laughed and ran to the other room, returning with a wheelchair. And in that wheelchair sat a familiar face.
Uncle Gado.
He was a bald man, a retired member of The Hunters, and an old friend of Nadia. He was also a loser who used to have sex with a disgusting slime called Trixie. "Hello, child," he said and then smiled, his gums rotting.
After years of licking toilets, all his teeth had fallen off. Now he had dentures, but he had lost them somewhere in the sewers of Crysalton.
"WHY IS THIS DEGENERATE HERE?!" Nikla was about to punch him, but Nadia stopped her.
"Not so fast, my dear." Nadia's smile was a shard of broken glass. "Uncle Gado will help you with your presentation. He'll be your family member. We don't want Mr. Hilter to fail you, do we?"
"That piece of shit won't fail me. He knows better."
"Maybe." Nadia's smile didn't falter. "But if I tell him to, he will."
Nikla gasped. "SO YOU'RE BEHIND THIS STUPID ASSIGNMENT! No wonder the whole premise is ridiculous. You created this scenario!"
"Guilty as charged, my dear." Nadia leaned back in her chair. "However, Uncle Gado is like a father to you; he's always been there. This is a great opportunity for you two to bond."
"Bond?! With this fucking degenerate? I don't even consider him human!" Nikla's scream was a raw thing, tearing through the quiet of the living room. "You only keep him alive to torture me!"
Nadia smiled. "My dear. Gado was a hero back in the day. Do you have any idea how dirty the toilets in our HQ were? He cleaned them all with his tongue."
Gado's gums, pink and fleshy, showed as he tried to smile back, a low, wet rattle escaping his toothless maw. "That's right... For The Hunters... And for Trixie..." A tear escaped from his one good eye, leaving a trail through the grime on his face.
The dirty man had loved that disgusting slime more than anything. Unfortunately, Nadia's sense of humor had no limits. One day, she decided to remove Gado's penis and legs as a joke, leaving him crippled. All this caused Trixie to die from malnutrition since the slime fed off of his cum.
And like that, Nikla was forced to take the disgusting man to school.
In the morning, she pushed him to Razdef High in his wheelchair, the man drooling and babbling the whole way. "Why do you have to smell like shit?" she growled, her nose wrinkling in disgust.
"I was a hero in my youth..." Uncle Gado mumbled, his one good eye watering. "I was the one who ate the most semen in The Hunters."
"SHUT YOUR MOUTH!" Nikla's scream cut through the chill morning air. "You're nothing but a crippled, old fucker!"
People stared at them as they passed. A few laughed, others threw things at the cripple, such as rocks and empty cans of energy drinks.
They made it to school, and the kids were terrified of the creature Nikla was pushing around. He smelled like shit, and he looked like shit. However, a few brave ones bullied him to impress Nikla.
They put out cigarettes on him, hit him with their fists, and kicked him. Gado groaned in pain, but she kept pushing. When they finally reached the classroom, Kana was waiting for them.
"HAHAHAHAHAHA! IS THAT YOUR GRANDPA?" She pointed at him and laughed, her pink twintails bouncing.
"NO!" Nikla yelled back. "THIS IS MY MOTHER'S PUPPET! HE'S AN OLD SHITHEAD WHO USED TO LICK TOILETS!"
"OH, GOD!" Kana continued laughing.
"And who did you bring, anyway?"
"Oh, that's a secret!" She winked. "You'll have to wait and see!"
All the kids went to their respective seats and waited for their turn. They had to show their adults and explain their body functions to the class.
Mr. Hilter was in charge of overseeing the whole process, ensuring that the students followed the rules, and that no one tried to escape. He was in a particularly good mood today, having finally had a bowel movement that wasn't just blood and mucus. The solid log that he had deposited in his diaper that morning felt like a personal victory.
"Very well." He cleared his throat. "Nikla Infernoz Rain! You go first as requested by your mother."
Nikla's knuckles were white on the wheelchair handles. The cheap plastic was slick with her sweat, and the stench emanating from the man in the chair was a physical assault, a miasma of decay, old piss, and excrement.
"This is Uncle Gado." She used a pointer to gesture at the crippled man. "As you can see, he is a mess. His body is a testament to poor life choices and my mother's sense of humor."
Gado smiled and waved at the students. "Hello, children!"
The students went ballistic. They were laughing and pointing; some of them began throwing things at Gado again. A rotten banana peel hit him in the face, and a used condom landed on his bald head.
"Now, for the body functions." Nikla's face was a mask of pure hatred. "As you can see, he has no legs. They were cut off by my mother because she thought it would make him more aerodynamic. His penis was also removed, for the same reason."
"So, how does he pee?" asked Caillou.
"Good question, you little cancer-ridden shit." Nikla's voice dripped with venom. "My mother installed a plastic tube in his crotch, so he pees through that. He also wears a diaper that hasn't been changed in a month." She pointed at the brown stain on the front of his pants.
The students cheered and clapped, a cacophony of juvenile cruelty. They loved it. It was better than a circus. They loved it when people suffered, especially if they were ugly.
They began chanting "Cripple! Cripple! Cripple!" Gado began to cry, tears mixing with the snot and drool that were already running down his face. It was a very emotional moment for everyone.
However, Mr. Hilter was furious. The kids were admiring a crippled man for the things he had been doing for years. He was the one who shit himself daily, and yet no one gave him the recognition he deserved. This was an injustice.
"That's enough, Nikla." The nazi stood up. "You can sit down now. And take that... that thing with you." He gestured at the old man.
"WHAT ABOUT MY GRADE?" Nikla was not going to let this go. She had gone through the humiliation of bringing this creature to school, and she wanted her reward.
"You will get an A." Mr. Hilter's face was red with anger. He hated being upstaged, especially by a man who had no penis.
Nikla flipped the nazi off and pushed the crying cripple toward the window. She opened it with a single, violent shove, the cheap metal frame screeching in protest. Then, with a grunt of exertion, she lifted Gado, wheelchair and all, and tossed him out.
A brief, satisfying thud echoed from the pavement below, followed by a distant, pained groan. She slammed the window shut, the rattling glass a final, percussive insult.
The class continued with Kristen…