M.C.C
After hearing Mr. Frank boast about solving the current situation, the students made bets amongst themselves.
"I'll bet a dollar that he's gonna yell at them." [Orion]
"I'll bet five for him threatening them with a weapon." [Katheryne]
"Really? I'll bet ten for actually firing it." [Alex]
The gambling began. The students put their desks together and placed money on it to settle their bets. Many felt confident in their guess, but were startled when Felix slammed a fifty dollar bill on the table.
"I bet Mr. Frank will do everything, in that same order." [Felix]
"A fifty…?" [Brandon]
"...Pretty ballsy move." [Orion]
As the bets were coming to a close, they began to spectate Mr. Frank's next move.
("Well, what's his move?") [Adam]
Mr. Frank moved over to the classroom window and slid it open. Right after, he took out a megaphone from his white lab coat and inhaled deeply.
"Quit disturbing my class you little shits! Go home or something before I call the cops!" [Mr. Frank]
The megaphone screeched loudly, causing everyone to cover their ears.
"Agh! Shit! At least I won the bet!" [Orion]
"M-My ears are ringing! A-Am I deaf?!" [Brandon]
Mr. Frank stared Toban down with an intimidating glare, but all he got in return was the middle finger.
("That prick…") [Mr. Frank]
He reached into his lab coat once more, pulling out the familiar mana pistol from the beginning of the school year.
"Leave, or I'll shoot!" [Mr. Frank]
"Oh, I won the bet. Pay up losers." [Katheryne]
The appearance of the gun made Toban's group show worried faces, but he rallied them together by replying with flipping Mr. Frank off using both hands.
"Do it, bitch! You can't do shit since we're minors! You hurt us, and your ass is going to jail!" [Toban]
("...What?") [Adam]
The words seemed to have given a relief to Toban's group, causing them to cheer while making the same gestures as Toban.
("...Are they stupid?") [Mr. Frank]
He watched the group outside raise their middle fingers at him as a whole, causing a surging anger to rise within.
("Fuck it.") [Mr. Frank]
A loud bang echoed throughout the air, and a small hole appeared before Toban's feet.
"That was a warning shot! Next time I WON'T miss!" [Mr. Frank]
The students looked at Mr. Frank with dismay. His gun still smoked from the previous shot, but it didn't stop him from charging up another round.
"Y-you're bluffing!" [Toban]
Toban was nervous. A bead of sweat trickled down his face, but he couldn't back down. He was leading too many people to back down now, so he stood his ground.
("That stupid brat…") [Mr. Frank]
Mr. Frank sighed at the stupidity before him. He couldn't bear to watch any longer, so he decided to put away the mana pistol.
("If a pistol is enough to make them shake in their boots, then I'll just have to bring something that overshadows it.") [Mr. Frank]
After that thought, Mr. Frank quietly placed down the megaphone. He then slowly reached into his lab coat and began to pull something out.
("What's he doing…?") [Toban]
As Mr. Frank pulled out a strange object from his coat, the eyes of those around began to widen.
("Holy…") [Adam]
A large cylinder-like object was pulled out of Mr. Frank's coat. The object was so large that Mr. Frank had to mount it on his shoulder.
"What do you kids think? It's my most recent project." [Mr. Frank]
It's entirety was painted black, except for the joints that shone with a dim blue. It spun with a low hum and a part of it lit up brightly on one end. The only thing that was similar in appearance or size would be a certain explosive weapon.
"Is that a rocket launcher?!" [Alex]
"What?! Did you just call my latest creation a "rocket launcher"?!" [Mr. Frank]
He slapped the side of his creation with one hand, and smiled.
"This baby is a mana conversion cannon. It takes mana and fires it off with the power of god's wrath. In short, you'll disintegrate if you get struck by it." [Mr. Frank]
"Your naming sense sucks." [Felix]
"...You better shut your mouth before you incur MY wrath." [Mr. Frank]
Just as he said that, the machine made a clicking sound and began to spin rapidly.
"Here's food for thought, how about calling this the M.C.C. for short?." [Mr. Frank]
"Uh… no?" [Felix]
A loud whirring noise was emitted from the joints, and one end of the M.C.C. started to shine an intimidating light.
"You know what? Fine. I'll give you an example of what it can do." [Mr. Frank]
He stuck the glowing end of the M.C.C. out of the window, and pulled up his megaphone.
"Last warning! Leave, or I'll shoot! By the way, this weapon can't give warning shots!" [Mr. Frank]
Toban started sweating profusely. The bright glow of the M.C.C. had his sense of danger running wild, and his mind started to cave in.
"...Shit. Everyone, retreat!" [Toban]
His group moved towards the gate as soon as the command was issued. No one wanted to stick around to see what the M.C.C. was going to do.
"Hm, how unfortunate. There goes my guinea pigs." [Mr. Frank]
"...Were you about to kill them?" [Brandon]
"No? This thing actually can't shoot at all." [Mr. Frank]
He pulled what seemed to be the trigger of the M.C.C., but nothing happened.
"See? I purposefully made it look intimidating to scare them off. The real thing wouldn't need much of a charge time." [Mr. Frank]
He smiled mischievously, explaining his plans as he disassembled the machine.
"Cool, but was any of that legal?" [Felix]
"...What?" [Mr. Frank]
"I said, was any of that legal?" [Felix]
Mr. Frank went silent. After pausing for a few moments, he opened his mouth.
"...Anywho, let's get back to class shall we?" [Mr. Frank]