Moby immediately dusted off the dirt on his navy blue pants, trying his best to forget everything that had just occurred by wearing a chipper smile on his face. Then, he just stood up like nothing had ever happened, only to see the worried faces of all of his classmates making him chuckle, rubbing the back of his head.

"Sorry for worrying you guys, It was really nothing… It must just be the exhaustion getting to me… I am completely fine see!" Moby said with a laugh, rubbing his entire body making everyone sigh before leaving.

"It must have just been a fluke, I got hyped over nothing…"

"Yeah… I really did think he had suddenly cracked out of nowhere… oh well…"

"Maybe he's ill or something, I don't want to get his germs, let's just get out of here, I want to get home before it rains. I absolutely don't want to get sick and ruin my entire break, that would be tragic,"

His classmates commented, walking out of the classroom, still harbouring spite towards Moby.

"Have a good break guys!" Moby waved to them with a smile, only for him to be spat on by several students that did not make him change his cheerful expression as he wiped away all of the spit from his face with a tissue that he pulled out of his pocket, making everyone laugh before exiting the room which caused Moby immense joy that he had entertained them one last time before the break.

"Hey, Eric… are you alright?" Moby said with clear worry in his voice, still looking at Eric's face that had been frozen for the past few seconds as he was still deep in thought about what had happened.

In his mind, what had just happened was not at all a fluke, it was a sign… A sign telling him that it was possible to crack the uncrackable boy… Even after the strongest, and cruellest students gave their best shot at getting him to crumble as a dare from one of their friends, they were far from making him remotely feel any negative emotions which made Moby very well known all around the school. Ever since then, Moby had turned into the school's doormat and punching bag, everyone using him like a tool for their own purposes… Like he was inhuman, almost like a robot or object.

If he out of all people finally managed to break Moby Kane and film him on camera, he would become famous and well known around the school as he would have done something so one else could do.

And from the sign he was just given, he felt like there was hope of it actually happening, making him look forward to what was about to occur…

At first, he had just wanted to invite a few of his close friends to show them how good of a punching bag Moby was, taking out their immense anger on him from all the bullying they also went through for being one of the weaker students, beating him senseless without him even doing anything back other than beg for forgiveness like a foolish, broken doll.

But now he had bigger plans… making a wide, cynical smile appear on his face as he stared at Moby's concerned expression that was aimed straight towards him.

"Yeah, don't worry about me, I was just really concerned about you, that's all! Anyway, my friends are probably already waiting for us at the back of the school, I would hate to keep them waiting! We should really hurry up!" Eric said with a less than innocent smile, running out of the classroom.

"Y-yes! Of course!" Moby replied, running after him with no hesitation at all.

"Oh, brother… that kid is truly brainless..." Professor Rolf, who was still packing his belongings at his desk, mumbled with a sigh as he saw the little Moby running to undoubtedly meet grave misfortune and troubles.

Moby raced behind Eric through the nearly empty hallways due to everyone wishing to go back home for the break as soon as possible, struggling to keep up due to his lack of ability and Eric's enhanced physique. When suddenly, an immense pain ravaged his mind once more, making the blurry face of a beautiful red-haired girl appear in his subconscious, causing him to sweat profusely and breathe faster as he shook it off and continued following behind Eric, trying his best to forget that it even happened.

'What the hell are you doing my lord! I know this is not who you are!' An all too familiar voice rang in his head, making him clutch his chest in pain and his eyes to become hazy as he struggled to keep up with Eric even more, hoping that he did not notice what had just happened to him.

'NO! Get out of my head! I am who I am, and I am going to make new friends! Whoever is doing this please stop!' Moby inwardly grumbled, a hint of negative emotions slipping through the cracks of his soul.

Luckily for him, he did not experience such a moment again for his entire run behind Eric as they both went down the stairs and out the dirty back door of the building beside where the putrid school dumpster was, leading to their entire nose being filled with nothing but the smell of rotten cheese and feces, making them both cover their noses using the shirts of their school uniform.

Then, after running for a minute more, reaching an area where the smell was barely noticeable, he saw the faces of 2 unknown boys he had never before seen during his time at school, making him tense up with nervousness and excitement at the same time the closer he drew near to them.

Once they reached them, both groups greeted each other with a friendly wave and a smile as Eric began to introduce Moby to both of his friends.

"Sorry we were so late, there was something that had suddenly come up," Eric said, apologizing to both of his friends.

"Don't worry about it, we only waited for 2 minutes or something, it was no big deal. Anyways, is this the kid you were hyping up so much?" The skinnier of the 2 boys asked with an amused look.

"Yep! He is! I am surprised that you have never heard of him before, he is pretty famous all over the school! This is Moby Kane. He is abilityless but one of my dearest and bestest friends! He has been a big help in paying for my sick sister's hospital expenses. He is truly a kind person!" Eric said, patting Moby on the back with a little too much force which made him almost fall over, leaving a stinging feeling running down his back.

"Hehe… you are praising me too much… I am not that famous," Moby said in embarrassment, rubbing the back of his head.

"Hahaha! You would be surprised how truly popular you are!" Eric said, with a loud, amused laugh.

"This guy right here is my old buddy Simon, his ability is iron fists, allows him to make his hands much stronger, inturns dramatically increases his punching power," Eric said, his hands on the shoulder of a brown-haired, fat, burly, yellow-eyed kid who stood at a tall and imposing 5'3, far taller than an average 12-year-old boy.

"It's nice to meet you! I hope we can become great friends," The boy said, putting his hands out in front of him to shake the hands of the tiny in comparison Moby who stood at a measly 4'8 with a friendly smile on his face.

"It-it is nice to meet you too! S-Simon! I hope we can get a long well…" Moby nervously responded, shaking his hand with a mellow smile before suddenly…

*Crack*

The sound of a fracture abruptly rang through everyone's ears as Moby felt intense pain from his hand, making him grunt in pain, immediately holding his nearly broken right hand with his left as soon as they finished their handshake.

"Oh! Whoops! I am sorry, I always forget the strength of my hands!" Simon said with a chuckle.

"Oh… Don't worry about it… It's okay… It was all an accident… I understand…" Moby said, still holding his hurting hand with a bright smile, making all 3 kids around him break out into uncontrollable laughter as no matter how many times it happened, Moby's words never failed to entertain.

"Oh god! Eric bro! You were not at all lying! When you told me about this guy I thought you were just capping but he is actually the real deal! I am actually dying! I am sorry for ever doubting you!" Simon said, holding his stomach in pain from all the excessive laughter as Moby just laughed with them, happy that they were having fun in his presence as he felt their friendship grow.

'What the fuck are you doing!? Come on! Are you stupid!? They are just fucking with you! I know you are better than this! Open your eyes and fight back against these dickheads!' A soft yet manly voice reverberated in his head, a flash of the face of a blurry purple-haired man along with memories he never remembered having, yet, at the same time, somehow remembered experiencing… Memories of him and 3 other unknown faces smiling and laughing, having fun as they ate at a long, luxurious dinner table.

'What is this pain… what are these memories… who are these people… is that me? Is that true friendship?' Moby thought, his heartbeat rapidly rising once again with sweat running down his face before finally snapping back to reality, looking at the laughing and mocking faces of Eric and his future 'friends' with a sombre yet confused look and an awkward and unsure smile.