New students were always amazed by the chaos of the University of Diversity. Even returning students would sometimes stop and wonder how this place was built. But not Morpheo. He had no mind for such trivialities. He was concentrated on his sketchpad.
“Look at that creep. He’s, like, such a weird-looking guy,” whispered some blond girl to her friends.
The lot of them had likely just transferred here. Morpheo could hear the group of friends giggling at the blonde’s comment. He wasn’t very far from them, seeing as they were grouped only a few yards away from the bench on which he sat. From the bench, he had a good view of the swarms of people making their ways towards wherever they were headed. Vermin, all of them. How easy it would be to kill them all. Maybe he would later on in the year. After all, this world was his for the taking.
He sketched the blond girl with only his 4H pencil, opting for a lighter image on the paper. How wonderful she looked as she dangled from a noose of coarse rope. He made to finish the eyes, rolled back and certainly dead, when that very girl came over and interrupted his concentration.
She stood next to him and Morpheo imagined her smiling the most fake smile a human being could muster. “Hey, I’m Olivia. What’s your name?”
He didn’t look up from his work. She didn’t really care about his name. That much was obvious to Morpheo, so he ignored her. Again, he moved his hand so that he could finish the drawing, but the stupid girl spoke again.
“You’re kinda cute.” A blatant lie. “Do you want to, like, hang out with me and my friends? I know you’re, like, shy and all, but we’re really, like, accepting.”
Morpheo left the eyes blank. He decided it looked better that way. Nodding ever so slightly in satisfaction, he showed his drawing to the girl. Naturally, she screamed and ran away.
The Student Council Treasurer finished touching up on the little details of the drawing. As he erased the guidelines of the limp, dangling hands, he suddenly had a craving for chocolate chip cookies. So intense was this craving that he began to draw the most scrumptious cookie he could possibly imagine. Gooey, half-melted chocolate with just the right amount of sweetness embedded in soft, yet firm cookie. Morpheo couldn’t keep his mouth from watering at the thought.
He knew where to get this kind of cookie. Morpheo slipped off the bench, tucking his sketchbook under his arm. Students and staff alike cleared a path for him as he made his way to the Student Council dorms. It was a bit too hot to be wearing a thick, black hoodie, but Morpheo could deal with it. Besides, with the air conditioning in the dorms, he would need his hoodie soon enough.
The first thing he did upon arriving was ransack the cookie jar in the kitchen. There were six of the delicacies left. Morpheo would need to make a trip to the bakery later on. He placed two of the cookies on a plate and popped them into the microwave for a short while to warm them to the optimal eating condition. He poured himself a glass of milk as he waited. Once the microwave started beeping, signifying the wait—short as it was—was over, Morpheo removed the plate and breathed in the smell of gourmet cookies. Just as he was about to sit down and devour the deliciousness, he remembered the meeting.
A disgruntled Morpheo made his way towards the meeting room with milk and cookies in hand. He didn’t even know the purpose of this meeting, though they always did have a meeting at the beginning of the school year. Still, it couldn’t be important, not important enough to delay his consumption of chocolaty goodness.
Everyone else was already there, save for Ruben. Adrianna looked as sniffy as ever, Daman looked as annoying as ever, and Surua, back from his gap year, hadn’t changed at all either. In fact, he was sleeping. As much as Morpheo hated to admit it, these people were the closest thing to a family that he had. It would be a pity to kill them if they ever got in the way of his world domination.
He sat down in one of the many empty seats (the room was far too big for a council of five people) and proceeded to munch on his cookies. They had cooled down from the short walk to the meeting room, which had somewhat subtracted from their deliciousness. But Morpheo decided not to be picky about it and simply ate them, savoring the near-godly flavor with every bite. Such divine cookies could not be rashly eaten. Any decent death god would know that.