The Noob - A YouTube High School FanFic

The Noob - A YouTube Fanfic - Part 1

I find myself standing in front of tall glass doors and windows, the entrance to my new school. This school, I've been told, is hard to be accepted into. Yet I got in without any problems. Perhaps I'm smarter than I believe I am. Or maybe it is just my luck. I look around, observing the large, brick castle towering ahead of me. To be honest, it's not a castle, but for me it is. I was never a tall girl, almost always the shortest in the class. I can only hope it's not the same while I'm here.

I sigh. Hope won't make me grow any taller. That's a dream I wish I could live in.

I look up at the red flag on the flag pole. It's just plain red with a white play button in the middle. I look back at the school and slowly walk in, realizing just standing there like an idiot isn't doing me any good.

I walk into the halls, directly in front of my is the counseling office. And standing there was the principal; Scott Cawthon. He grinned at me widely and held out a large hand to me. "Oh you must be the new student coming this year. I am Scott Cawthon, the principal. Could you remind me of your name again?"

I step up to him and shake his hand. "I'm Bazel Hopestrum."

"And your youtube username?"

"FutureDoctorPresident."

"Good. Welcome to TuberSchool." He looks over at a counselor just stepping out of the counselor office. "Oh, Foxy, could you show our new student to the commons and help her find her first class?"

The withered fox rubs his rusting jaw and speaks with a rough, deep voice. "Sure, Mr. Cawthon." He holds out his hand to me, the redish fur torn and ripped, revealing a metal skeleton with colored wires. "It's just this way, follow me."

I set my hand in his, those cold fingers made of metal so gently wrapping around my fingers. He leads me down the hall, his feet making loud clanking noises against the tile floor while his robotic joins make soft cranking noises. The animatronic leads me to the right, into a large room full of tables and people. Off to the side, ahead of our path is a desk, and after that, a plastic fold-up table. Sitting at the table is another robotic fox, she bats her one yellow eye as Foxy leads me over. "Hello, Foxy. How can I help you this fine morning?" She smiles, her static-like voice obvious against the noise of the commons.

Foxy smiles. "We have a new student. I'm helping her get started. She needs her schedule."

She glances at me. "Oh well aren't you a cutie? What's your youtube username?"

"FutureDoctorPresident." I watch as her long metal arm comes up and searches through the schedules spread across the table to hunt mine down.

"Ah, here it is." She picks it up and hands it to me. "Good luck on your first day." She gives Foxy another smile before he leads me away.

Foxy sighs softly to himself and leads me across the commons. We come to an intersection, the left leads you to the food lines and eventually down another hall, going forward leads you to a set of glass doors going outside. The robot takes me to the right, guiding me to a colorful hall to our left. We pass no rooms and I see the library ahead along with several rooms off to the side. He brings me to a classroom labeled 232, next to two other computer rooms. "This is your anatomy and physiology class. If you need help finding your next class you can ask Jeff."

"Okay, thank you." I watch him walk away and then walk into the room. I pause, trying to pick a spot, and quickly just sit towards the back behind a taller, somewhat muscular man. He glances at me and smiles, running his fingers through his thick black hair, making it more puffy than it was before. "Hi..?" I greet him hesitantly.

"Hey!" His voice is on the deeper side, smooth through the crowded air. "My name is Markiplier, but you can just call me Mark."

"Oh, I'm FutureDoctorPresident. Just call me Bazel."

He sticks out a large hand and I take it in mine. He gives my hand a quick shake before letting go. "Well it's nice to see a new face around." He looks up as a group of people walk over. "Bob! There you are!" He grins and laughs as the larger man sits next to him and gives him a rough nudge. "How's the Werecat King doing?" Mark asks with a laugh.

The large man laughs as Mark ruffles his short, brown hair. "I'm doing great! How have you been Mark?"

"Good as always, Bob. Good as always."

A thinner man with black hair, cut shorter and slicked back a bit, He grins widely. "There you two are, I was wondering when I would run into you two."

"Wade, you were nearly late!" Bob says, looking at the thin boy as he sits in front of Mark

A little voice escapes from Mark's backpack, which he had slung over the back of his chair. Mark doesn't seem to hear it in the midst of the noisy classroom. I quietly open the bag with my foot just a little, until a small box corner nudges it open more. The little box jumps up onto my desk and looks up at me with big blue eyes before yelling a little too loudly in a very rough, higher-pitched voice. "Hi!!"

Mark turns around and laughs. "Tiny Box Tim! Where have you been hiding?" He picks up the little box in his hands. "Tim, meet Bazel. Bazel, this is Tiny Box Tim." He hugs the little box up against his cheek. "How could I forget my little biscuit?"

A slim, shorter figure silently creeps to the front of the room. He looks at us with lifeless, large eyes half hidden by his long, black hair. He pulls down the hood of his white, blood-stained hoodie and watches us. He appears to be grinning from the far back, but a long inspection reveals that he's not smiling at all. Fresh wounds stretch along his cheeks, from lips to cheek bones, revealing his white teeth. He rests his hands in the pocket of his jacket and sighs softly. "Let's get started with text books." He goes to the left side of the room and opens a few cabinets to show us the smaller-sized textbook with a bright green cover.

The smaller class gets up and groups together to get the books, nudging and laughing. They eventually disperse back into their seats and settle back down as the teacher walks around scanning the books. I look up at him as he passes me, my back tensing up. Those black, lifeless eyes look down at me with a blank glaze covering them, as if he doesn't really want to do the job he was given. He reeks of blood, the scent simply wafts off of the stains of his hoodie, creating a trigger on my gag reflex. I never did handle blood and gore well... And for the first time, I notice the knife tucked in his belt. It seems like a bit of a large knife, especially for a school environment. Yet no one around me seems bothered by it, nor by the dried blood speckling the blade.

He walks away from me and I hide my face in the textbook a little, like many other people were doing in the room. I found myself face to face with the picture of the human mandible. I half smile, just at the irony of the situation. Well okay then. "Alright, class. Put the textbooks under your desks along with everything other than a writing instrument. I'm going to be passing out a pretest to see how far you already are."

His voice is higher-pitched, it's rough as well, but it's something not everyone would notice at first. The teacher sounds so bored of the job, he keeps looking at me though. And as the class goes on I keep catching him glance at me with his lips starting to curl into a smile. But I can already tell, that's not a smile I want to see. It makes me shiver in my boots, whenever I notice it. Or even think about it. I can already tell, this class isn't going to be my favorite.

A note from the Author: While I thank you for reading this entire thing, I know it wasn't the best. This was started a while ago, and I have half of part two ready, but I promise as I add onto it the writing will get a lot better. So until then, try reading some of my other stories I have posted!