Ren

“Mr Vennett, please come to my office.” A voice says in the overhead speakers, bits of static interrupting in between each word. Students giggle and oh as rev rolls his eyes in annoyance. “Settle down everyone.” Baba yaga hushes them. “Now Mr Vennett, you're excused until further notice. I would take your things just in case it runs into passing period while you're in the office.”

Rev stands up, gathering his things before walking out into the hallway and towards the office. While he hasn't thought about it all that much he has realized he hasn't really gotten much punishment for his actions around the school. Maybe they were expelling him. About time, ever since he came to this school it's been nothing but torment, he wasn't particularly homesick but he wasn't exactly happy being away from home. Might've been due to the isolated lifestyle he used to have.

Rev makes it to the door of the office, as he approaches it a voice can be heard from inside. “Come in!” He pulls on the knob and the door swings open. Expectedly, principal kinkade is there. Somewhat expectedly, Lovecraft is there. Unexpectedly, Mark and sera are there.

“Ah yes, Mr. Vennett please sit down.” Lovecraft’s hoarse voice groans as he gestures to a chair. Rev squints at him before ignoring the demand. “What is this about?” Rev demands, facing principal kinkade. “mr Vennett, we have noticed some…concerning things about you.” “Like what?” He scrunches his face. “Your lack of self-preservation.” His face drops into blunt annoyance. “And? I'm immortal, it's not like it's hurting me.”

“Mr Vennett, this isn't about whether or not it's having physical effects, it's about the mental. Since you learned you are immortal you have become wreckless, putting yourself in constant danger. Regardless of the fact you live, you still experienced pain and death.” Lovecraft cuts in.

“...wait” rev pauses. “Is this an intervention?!” “yes.” Sera bluntly states. “What Ms. Phim is trying to say is that we feel as though you are being destructive in a way that is hurting you, and we think it's best if we enroll you within a therapy program-” “no, NO WAY!” rev shouts. “Mr Vennett, I assure you it will be helpful, many of our students have enrolled or been enrolled into the program.” “You think I'm gonna spill all my secrets to this stupid school’s staff?!?” “-it will be one-on-one, completely private and the therapist is only allowed to tell us about something within the session if they have your explicit consent, or if they believe you are planning to harm yourself or others.” “WHY DOES IT MATTER IF I HARM MYSELF!?”

A silence fills the room. Rev gulps before exhaling loudly. “It's not hurting me.” “It's hurting you mentally, and even if it didn't, therapy is something perfectly reasonable to still have in your life.” “I go to therapy.” Sera cuts in. “You do?” Mark questions. “Yea, it's boring.” rev reaches up and cups his face in his hands before slowly pulling them down. “So not only am I forced to stay at a school I NEVER AGREED TO BE IN, I have to go to therapy, since apparently I'm deranged or something.” “Mr Vennett, that is not what I'm implying.” “Whatever. Why are they even here anyways?” Pointing to Mark and sera. “We were discussing how to accommodate you, seeing as Mark is your roommate and sera is one of your closer friends, I thought it would be best if we discussed some things.” “And those things are?”

“Well, firstly you'll be enrolled within our on-school therapy session, every Thursday during studyhall, secondly Mark believes that you are homesick so we are allowing you to contact your parents through the scrying mirror within the office on Fridays after school and we will allow your parents to bring over some items for your dorm as you seem to only have basic supplies. Lastly Sera says you have intense emotional outbursts so we will allow you to your dorm or the office when you need to. Lastly your familiar will be allowed into classes with you.” Rev clenches his fists. “Can I choose not to do it?” “Our job is to help you, even when you don't want it.” “Well I guess that answers that question.” The bell screeches. Rev walks out.

A few days later and while rev doesn't admit, the accommodations feel nice. Being shipped off to a boarding school while being a hermit was enough, learning he couldn't escape and he wasn't human was more than enough and was definitely sending him over the edge. His parents had luckily answered the call and were more than willing to bring over everything he needed. His dorm almost felt like home when they brought it all over. The thin sheets and blanket were replaced with thick wool sheets and a heavy fuzzy blanket. CDs and books filled the shelves that were empty just a day ago. His jewelry box sat on his desk now and a potted nightshade hung from the ceiling. Unfortunately within the mix of items he did ask for there were some that his parents decided he needed. Some weren't too bad like a cat bed and some toys for raven but the others were quite embarrassing. Such as his stuffed animal collection and his black cat onesie his parents got him for Christmas last year. Other than that his parents brought along some items to keep them busy, decks of cards, board games, and puzzles. Mark found them exciting enough to beg Rev to play a game or two during the weekend. He sighs happily as he snuggles into his heavy blanket, tucking a bat stuffed animal into his chest, leaving mark a little flustered when he looks over to him.