Context: Everyone always told him he was going to get what was coming to him one day.

Setting: School

Tags:[MM4A][Bully Speaker][Remorseful Bully Speaker][Vengeful Listener][Revenge/Power Shift][Bleak/Mild Angst][Karma][TW: Violence/Bullying]

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[T] = Thomas aka Tank, not an engine.

[J] = Jay, remorseful sad boi

[Scene opens back in the hellscape of high school]

[SFX: General first day back hustle and bustle]

[A pair of boys on the football team meet in the hall, laughing and exchanging high-fives]

[T, cheerily] “Jay!”

[J] “Tank! Hey!”

[Bro-handshakes. Broshakes?]

[J] “How the Hell are ya! Have a good summer?”

[T] “Enh, it was alright. I was grounded for most of it for my last prank on my favorite punching bag but it was totally worth having to re-read Moby Dick again. Beowulf, I’m not so sure was worth it… Actually, no, I have them in reverse. Can’t believe a book made a hundred-foot murderous whale boring!”.”

[J] “Oh yeah… You really got them with that purple dye prank. I’ve never seen ‘em that mad… Sounded like they were cursing at you in tongues.”

[T, giggling maliciously] “Hehe, yeah… My mom lost it. ‘You’re gonna get what’s coming to you one of these days, Thomas!’. Hehe… Yeah. What the fuck is the nerd gonna do, huh? Put some kind of hex on me?”

[SFX: Fill-in with lockers slamming shut/the crowd talking]

[Pause]

[J] “... I mean… You are pretty mean to them, you know?”

[T] “I am, I am.”

[J] “Tank… Don’t you ever feel bad? Even a little bit?

[Pause]

[T] “I guess… But, if what Mom said is true, then the problem will take care of itself, right? I’ll get what’s coming to me and then we can all move on. Easy peasy, right? They’ll probably get like a really good career and I’ll have to wash their car or something, right? Who cares.”

[Pause…]

[J] “OK, but like… I’ve been doing some reading and I think that bullying people can stick with them for a long time…”

[T] “Whaddya mean?”

[J] “I mean that a lot of people who are way smarter than us say bullying isn’t something you just get over and can haunt people for their whole lives. Some people even hurt themselves or… y’know, worse…”

[Tank pauses at this, all two of his brain cells cranking away]

[T] “...Even if they’re just pranks?”

[J] “One person wrote a whole book about how they punched their bully in the throat and that was what they needed to become friends again. Another person wrote a book about how they straight-up killed their bully and fed him to their pigs. The book is titled ‘Sorry, Not Sorry’.”

[Pause]

[T] “Eesh… OK, that one had a few screws loose, though. You know Puffball totally digs me, like, it’s so obvious. They know I’m just joking! ‘Sides, without me, they’d have had no friends for their entire school career. I’m just trying to toughen them up a little!”

[J] “...You hid their favorite teddy in the woods.”

[T] “And gave him back! A little more, erm, covered in accidental deer pee, but they got him back!”

[J] “You cut a hole in their pants before the school pictures.”

[T] “OK, but wearing that kind of underwear is just begging for a wedgie!”

[J] “I think you might just be an asshole, Tank.”

[T] “Oh, without question.”

[SFX: The doors at the end of the hallway opening/footsteps among the general chatter]

[J] “I dunno, man… Maybe you should apologize and explain all of that? Cause they pretty much cussed you out on that last prank and said they hated every single inch of your small intestine. Then they shouted in tongues for two solid minutes and stormed out after kicking over a trash can. That doesn’t scream ‘into you’.”

[T] “You’re just jelly.”

[SFX: The footsteps picking up in speed]

[J] “I am not jelly… I feel bad for not saying anything before… I’ve been thinking about it all summer and I decided to see a therapist…”

[T, cheerily] “Guilty by association, love it! C’mon, I bet the second we see Puff, they’ll give that nervous smile and it’ll be back to high school per normal.”

[SFX: The footsteps leaning into a full sprint]

[T] “Hey, they’re running over right now! Sup, Puff-!”

[You sprint at him full speed, reel back, and sock him in the gut as hard as possible]

[SFX: One Hell of a gut-check]

[Your blow connects. You watch his eyes widen, the air leave his lungs and his hands fly to cover his poor widdle tummy]

[SFX: The crowd going quiet really fast]

[T] “H-Huegh…!”

[Pause.]

[J, startled] “Tank!”

[T] “A..Augh… T-Trashcan-!”

[SFX: A waste can being kicked over to him]

[You kick the trash can to him a split second before he loses every bit of breakfast he’s ever had into it]

[J] “Fucking Hell, he’s puking up blood! Someone, call a nurse, quick!”

[You hear this but you don’t. You stare down at the pathetic little brat on the ground, sobbing as he loses his stomach lining]

[Pause.]

[T] “H-Hurts…”

[Pause.]

[T] “W-Wh-?”

[J] “You just knocked his stomach up into his throat and you expect him to fight you after school?!”

[Pause!]

[Jay puts his hands up, terrified]

[J] “No, no, no, I don’t want beef! I don’t want to fight!”

[Pause.]

[J] “Yes! Yes! I am absolutely bitch made, I agree! Mmhm, yep, I am all of the words for a little bitch, one hundred percent!”

[Pause.]

[T] (sobbing like he has a man-flu a hangover)

[J] “...OK… I’ll tell the rest of the team that it’s an open invitation… After school, you got it…”

[Pause.]

[J] “No, no, no, please don’t kick him in the ribs! Seriously, there’s gonna be nothing left for you to beat up if you kick him!”

[Pause.]

[T] (continuing to groan in pain mutter incoherently)

[J] “...Look, I’m really sorry that I-”.

[Pause.]

[Jay deflates a bit but seems to accept that this is his new reality]

[J] “...Too little, too late… Yeah, I get it. I understand. Wow, you got buff as Hell, how-?”

[Pause.]

[J] “Shutting up.”

[SFX: The bell ringing]

[At the ringing of the bell, students start to hurry off, muttering to themselves. You stare down at the idiot still keening on the ground and walk off]

[SFX: Ominous footsteps/Tank having a bad time]

[You’ll finish this after school]

[To be continued]