I walked around the classroom for awhile, and I'm starting to get bored of trashing this room. I start walking towards the door, and right when my hand was on the door knob to open it. I heard people. I silently jump back, and some how end up squatting on a beam that's holding up the ceiling. I doubt anybody could see me because 1: it was dark and I'm wearing dark clothing, and 2: humans wouldn't be able to know I'm hear unless they see me or hear me. And nobody looks up at the ceiling for nothing unless your paranoid or an moron. I mean, humans are moron's but, I know they don't typically look up to the bland and uneventful ceiling for nothing.

'Good thing stealth is what I'm best at.' I think getting a little more comfortable in my spot and watching the humans come in the room.

As the humans fill in the, what I presume is a classroom, two humans catch my attention. The one that tried to 'interrogate' me and the odd looking human from before, in the cell when I was locked up and during the little fight we had in Gehenna. I watch them stand in front of the chalk board, and make confused expressions, it always seems to amazes me how humans contently has an emotion or expression on the face, words or movements. They never seem to be emotionless.

'Extraordinary-but stupid- creatures they are.' I think sitting down on the beam a bit more, and allowing my feet to hang off of it too.

'They see me, they see me.' I think once more, shrugging to my self.

I continue watching the humans below me, they still haven't cleaned off the board. They probably want too show it to someone to prove someone was in there. They're either confused of who or what wrote on the board or what it say's, possibly both.

"Who the hell wrote on here?!" the odd looking human shouts for some reason.

"Yeah, and what does it say?" a pink haired human asked getting closer to the bored and tracing over the writing with his fingers.

"I don't know but don't erase it." the human with glasses paused "We need to show Mephisto this."

'There it is.' I thought, starting to get bored of just sitting here. The humans start walking around the room looking at all the other thinks I broke and wrote on. And that's when I perk up. Boredom really dose things for your imagination.

'Jump down, 'cause I'm bored, and make things interesting.' this is my psychotic and springily thought out plan that goes though my head. And so, like normal. I act upon my plan.