Y/n promptly made her way towards her home, disregarding the friendly invitations made by Chuck and Bomb to 'hang out'. In all honesty, she merely wanted to rest after the lengthy day.

-The next day at Anger Managements Class-

As Bomb would conclude his touching poem, Matilda was at the very brink of weeping. "That was absolutely beautiful Bomb. Now Red, where's your poem?" Matilda was agog to witness what exactly her student had wrote overnight. "Uhh, I don't have one." A confidential tone was visible within each word emerging through Red's beak. "Uhuh. Is there a reason why you don't have one?" A frown would configure on the female's facial expression. "You know what I was going to do it, but then I realized, 'Oh this is a huge waste of my time', so I didn't do it." A sarcastic reply was delivered towards the white bird. Matilda began to breathe in and out tranquilly to ease down the boiling pot of anger del within her "Chuck! You've had your wing up for awhile, you would you like to share your poem?". Chuck would vanish for a mere millisecond before reappearing with an object engulfed in a whitish, smooth blanket. "My poem is about a hate crime." His wing would yank off the blanket from the familiar bird dummy Y/n had seen outside of the Hut. "Lots of sickos out there, lots of sickos." Red would leisurely shake his head from side to side in a disapproving manner. "What oh what did I make you of? I made you out of love. But wait, too late, now I see your fate. Some very troubled somebody destroyed you out of hate. What could have made him to despise, your happy smile your laughing eyes? Your soul was pure, your heart was true, and someone hated that....but who?" A crimson red feather was revealed to the crowd, divulging the perpetrator responsible for this. The incensed group of birds would dispatch a glare towards Red. "Ahem Terrance, ahem." He attempted to pinpoint the liability to the prodigious bird seated next to him. An enormous fist was directed towards the center of Red's face, prompting him to collide into the nearest wall "Yeah I deserved that." Matilda was visibly emotional over the supposed 'loss' of the dummy "Billy has passed onto a higher plate of existence, everyone join wings."

Bomb gently clutched onto Y/n's right palm while Matilda held her left one.

"He always hated goodbyes." Chuck mourned over the demise of his masterpiece. "Hey everyone, something's coming!" A random voice bellowed from the outside of the Hut.

"Class dismissed." Everyone would liberate one another from the circle as those words were uttered. "You okay Red?" Asked the concerned Y/n while strolling in his direction. "Yeah. I deserved it anyways." Red would reassure the human girl upon being asked of his well-being. The entire class would hurrily scuttle down the wooden steps of the Hut to see what all the commotion was about. Yard by yard, an immense floating object was steering towards the shore of the island. Every bird would pile up on the sandy terrain to await what thing was maneuvering the vehicle. "Wait! Stop!" Red screeched out in dismay as he saw the conveyance practically come in contact with his Hut. The object would come to a complete halt at the final second, just tipping the house aside a foot or two. A boulder was then extricated down onto the forepart of the Hut. "No!! Ugh. That took me five years to build." Groaned Red as he beheld the demolition of his home. "It must be horrible when you put a lot of effort into something an someone just destroys it" Chuck utilized a sarcastic tone when stating his comment. The door to the ship then began to open...