Butters As Professor Chaos Novels & Stories

They were inside a huge conference hall in a minute of impatient trekking. "Look who finally showed up," a tall man said to the professor. "Shut up, Gary. What's this breach alert about? Is it a virus that turns people to undead flesh eating monsters? Did the agitators finally succeeded on making such a serum?" the professor said excitedly. "Professor, why are you so obsessed about all that rubbish? It's not a virus. It's something more. Here, tell me what you think about this," Gary asked the professor as he handed him his phone.

“You must have heard of Sweet Poison and Chaos. Maybe somewhere in your staff room. Josephine is Sweet Poison and Christiana and I are Chaos. We don’t answer questions in class. No lecturer dares to. We fucking do as we like.” “Your class is getting stuffy,” I hissed, standing up. “Tasty girls of Chaos,” I chanted. They replied together. “We do as we like.” “We will get your damn ass, Mr Professor,” I scoffed. The whole class went mad with murmurs at the switch. “Bullshit,” I hissed, standing up and almost leaving. “It’s obvious Josephine and her girls are defeated. They are just trying so hard to switch so we won’t mock them,” a guy mumbled.

The slop splattered everywhere, and some of it landed on Bart's pant legs. "Oh, crap!" Bart shot to his feet, his pupils instantly slitting into vertical golden lines. A wave of Alpha dominance radiated from him, and the sheer biological terror of it made my legs go weak. "What's going on here?" A sharp voice rang out from the doorway. The professor, Blake Doyle, walked in with a stack of teaching materials tucked under his arm. Jessica immediately stood up and pointed at me. "Professor Doyle, Mindy has gone crazy. She deliberately spilled slop all over the classroom and even ruined Bart's limited-edition combat boots."

He was trying to act like he didn't care, but his eyes were full of fire. I reached for my chalkboard. I like the view here, I wrote. Huxley chuckled. "A woman of few words. I like that. But I prefer to hear a lady’s voice. Tell me, is the Professor treating you well? Does he let you leave the house?" I just pointed to the "Junior Fellow" badge on the table. "He’s very protective of his work," Huxley said, looking at Caspian. "Maybe too protective. You know, Blackwood, there are rumors that this isn't a research project at all. People are saying you’re just hiding a scandal."

They chuckled as they called out to the professor. "Professor!" they called, and he peered over his glasses, sitting at his desk. "It seems like Helena has been swallowed by the toilet," the little devil said, and the class erupted in laughter. The professor corrected him, "First of all, Orleans, that's not why she's gone. And secondly, I hadn't noticed Miss Chantai's absence." He placed his index finger on his chin. "I'll go and..." "Professor Houston," the rector's agitated voice interrupted him, "come with me."

Professor Brooks kept silent, his eyes fixed to the ground, as if he was searching out something on it. Behind them, at a reasonable distance, was Prince Shiloh, who was waiting for his subordinate's reply, who wished that the latter would walk away; Brooks was no match for the chosen one with diverse heritages. "One more combat…it's been a while since I have challenged to battle. I would like to fight you one on one." The professor's statement brought Casper’s death into Emma's memory, and suddenly the fighting spirit dissipated. "I'm not interested." She spoke somberly, surprising the professor, especially when she turned away, and started toward the exit.

introduces herself, "I'm guessing you grimaced at Syl because he can sometimes be a little too unaware of his own presence." "Yes," says Butter, and his smile seems to be more of a pull to his ear than up, and I notice his eyes are a bright peridot color, "he tends to be that way, but I'm aware he's a good person." "Aw! Come on, Butter!" says Syl, shaking Butter some amount. "I said you're a good person," says Butter, "what more you wanting?" "Not much, I guess," says Syl, calming down. "What was the class you had before this one?" I ask curiously.

He said proudly. Then he laughed, "Hahahaha!" On the bushes. A God is watching him stunningly. "Shameless!" He muttered. "My fucking Master is shameless!" Of course, that was Butt. He is watching his master on this side! "Oh, oh!" Butt suddenly screamed. He saw a hundreds of men coming to his master! To be continued... Satou, D. Days that you need to change back isn't that impossible with a Time Machine. Vote For ITIBT for more updates!

--- Prof. Jianna starts teaching and so the other proffesors too. Until it's only one subject up and we're up to lunchtime. When Prof. Ofelia came out. I immediately approached Pat and punch her lightly on her shoulder. “Aww! It hurts!” she moaned. Pat's really is an overacting person! Come on! It's only a punch with only a little use of strength. It won't hurt her.

Claire doesn't look like the sweet girly girl she usually looks like. There has been an ugly transformation in her features from just a few minutes ago in class to this angry looking girl. If I wasn't so angry myself, I would have been scared. "What the fuck are you doing?" I ask, gesturing to her presence in front of me, blocking my path. The hallway is deserted, it is just us here. Then I remember Professor Zane is still in the lecture hall. I hope he steps out and rescues me from this crazy bitch. He is the reason for this anyway.