[b][I]Mikhail Chekhov[/i][/b]

Mikhail blinked, then said, [b]"Are you... Refusing?!"[/b] as he ran after Alistair as he tried to skitter away. [b]"And the school cafeteria has pie - What are you talking about?!"[/b] Then as Alistair continued to skitter away, [b]"Oi, get back here?!"[/b]  

But Aistair didn't listen, and to make things worse, Philip the Know-it-All was interfering! Stalking towards them, Mikhail opened his mouth to form words... Then he heard Hatto-san's words from another corridor, along with Alex, Philip, and Merja's voices. Was this a prank? Or did Hatto-san, the only person he barely trusted, actually work a miracle and get those pricks (except for Merja, she was nice) to help him?

On seeing Hatto-san - Or who he thought to be Hatto-san - together with people who looked the part of Alex, Philip, and Merja, Mikhail ran towards them, a rare smile on his lips. The hat guy had actually done it!  

Waving to Hakuro, Mikhail looked at the Okinawan's face... Only to see that something was off about his expression. Then, in front of his eyes, his grudging friend and his would-be helpers transformed into monsters resembling masked, meneacing humanoids, who then rushed to grab the boy. 

Joy and enthusiasm quickly changed into terror and anger as Mikhail howled his outrage, cursing and screaming.

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They threw him in a dungeon cell, an old-style medieval hole that was meant to be cold and uncomfortable. By then, Mikhail was irate, shouting to the monsters, [b]"How [i]dare[/i] you do this?! Don't you know who I am? I am Mikhail Chekhov, son of Vasily Chekhov!"[/b]

But the realization was dawning that these monsters thought nothing of mortal names and social status, or at least that was what Mikhail thought. Little did he know that these monsters [i]did[/i] care about mortal affairs, being born from the psyche of one who was obsesssed with them. Nevettheless, the cold feeling in his heart only provoked a further outburst of fear and rage.

[b]"F***king monsters from an eldritch dimension who are probably bait for [i]Iskeai'd[/i] heroes anyway! I'd assume that I am the hero here if not for the fact that I'm not nice enough plus there are no pretty catgirls - Or cat[i]boys[/i] waiting for me in this goddamn dimension anyway! Speaking of boys, I should have [i]socked[/i] that kid who bumped into me and refused to buy me pie as an apology gift!"[/b]
 
 He shook his fists at the bars of the dungeon, but found himself tiring out after several minutes of ranting and raving, only to find fresh energy for a new outburst. How dare these beasts trick him, and with what he realized was a functioning knowledge of his psyche to boot!
 
 Luckily, the monsters had let him keep his backpack, which still had some snacks and fruit juice, so he wasn't in danger of immediately starving. However, any attempt to find cell service in this place failed, making his smartphone useless. His keychains - Ones of a Beretta Nano and a Butterfly Knife - were immediately dismissed as useless as well, and his newspaper clippings won't tug anyone's heartstrings here. So all Mikhail can do was what he did not have any patience to do - Wait.
 
 But deep in his heart, he did worry about one other person than himself - The real Hatto-san. He knew insticnctively that the other boy cared about him, albiet too easily and foolishly in his opinion. And he guessed that the Okinawan liked him enough to care that he was gone.
 
 And that hurt more than this humiliation.

[@FalloutJack]