Rasazy's Fundamental Paper Education [Hiatus/Soon To Be Rewritten]

1.2 Unknown One

Rasazy P.O.V

Rasazy reclined on the nurse's office bed-yes, a nurse office bed, due to the fact she concluded she was a school, as apparent from the mention of teachers by that man named Mister Demi. Anyway, she found herself immersed in the book she was reading.The soft hum of the fluorescent lights above seemed to fade into the background as she delved deeper into the pages of the book cradled in her hands.

Minutes turned to hours, but Rasazy remained oblivious to the passage of time. The nurse's office was no longer just a temporary place for her unfortunate arrival; it had become her own temporary personal haven, a quiet and silent sanctuary where she could read.

Suddenly, the door creaked open, and Miss Grace, the teacher, or probably the principal of this school, depending on her guess, stepped inside. She had been away, but what she didn't know was that Miss Grace had cleaned up the mess of another prank gone overboard elsewhere in the school and now returned with a tray of food in her hands. Her eyes softened as she observed Rasazy lost in her book, a serene expression on her face.

Miss Grace: Having lost track of time,have we?

She looked up at the face of Miss Grace.

Rasazy: I... I suppose I did.

I admitted it sheepishly.

Miss Grace: I brought you some food. You must be extremely hungry right now. I suppose the only reason you didn't notice is that you are extremely immersed in the book you are reading, aren't you?

Then Miss Grace chuckled softly as she placed a tray of steaming food on the table beside Rasazy. The tantalizing aroma wafted through the air, teasing Rasazy's senses and causing her stomach to grumble in hunger.

Embarrassed by the sudden noise, Rasazy attempted to conceal her discomfort, but Miss Grace only laughed, her eyes dancing with mirth.

Miss Grace: There is no need to be shy, my dear. Even the most dedicated of readers must heed the call of their grumbling stomachs.

Miss Grace: Now eat. After this, we will have a very long conversation about yourself, young lady.

Relenting to her body's demands, Rasazy gratefully accepted the food, her appetite ravenous after hours of uninterrupted reading. As she savored each mouthful, she couldn't help but feel grateful for Miss Grace's thoughtful interruption. After all, this world isn't like the Nothing world, where the inhabitants, A.K.A. her brother and herself, won't get hungry due to the warped sense of logic in the Nothing world. But even so, she and her brother must eventually succumb to their body needs in other AU's, even if they were immortal.

With her hunger sated and a sense of contentment washing over her, Rasazy turned her attention to Miss Grace, curiosity sparking in her eyes. She knew the inevitable question would come sooner or later-the mystery surrounding her identity. After all, she at least experienced it multiple times during the time she and her brother traveled together throughout multiple AU's. Some authorities or governments questioned them for multiple reasons, of course,the main being lack of identity, but they couldn't really do anything to them since she and her brother could just escape to another AU to escape capture.

Miss Grace's expression turned serious as she broached the topic. "Rasazy, I couldn't help but notice that your name doesn't appear in any national or global databases. It's as if you don't exist in the conventional sense."

She didn't falter, but instead composed herself and chose her words carefully.

Rasazy: I... I suppose you could say that I've lived a rather unconventional life.

Miss Grace: I suspected as much. But even so, there must be some record of your existence, some clue to your identity.

Rasazy hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal. She had always been guarded about her past, especially due to the fact that she and her brother weren't supposed to exist if not for the mysterious force that created the nothing world and dumped them there with bare knowledge about their parents and the multiverse. But there was something about Miss Grace's sincerity that made her want to open up,but she can't.

Rasazy: The truth is, Miss Grace, my past is shrouded in mystery. And I've spent most of my life wandering along with my older brother, searching for answers-a way we could be reunited with our parents.

Miss Grace: You have a brother, dear?

Rasazy: Yes, Miss Grace, I do have an older brother. As much as he is sometimes an annoyance with his constant cursing, I still care for him the same way he cares for me, as siblings always stick together.

Miss Grace: Is that so? May you elaborate on how you and your brother get separated if you're sticking together, as you've said, and what are the circumstances that brought you here to my school?

Rasazy: I was at the chapel reading some novels while my brother had gone to nearby places to buy some things. When suddenly I fainted, and the last thing I knew, I woke up here in your school,Miss Grace.

As much as she wanted to trust Miss Grace, she didn't want to reveal more than necessary information, so she decided to give a half lie and the truth. The truth part is that she is indeed in the Chapel of the Nothing World, which for some reason resembled their Canon Parents Chapel, and it is indeed the truth that she fainted and got sent here,but the lie part is that the reason she fainted was because of a notebook, and she reminded herself that if she ever got hold of that notebook again, she would burn it. Also, her brother didn't go to places to buy things; no, her brother went to alternate universes to troll people sometimes or scout for places to visit with her.

Miss Grace nodded sympathetically, her expression one of empathy and hidden intent. "I understand, Rasazy. Sometimes, life throws us unexpected wrenches in our lives, and sometimes we have to adapt or be left behind."

Miss Grace: But fine, I will accept that explanation for now. You can tell me later if you are comfortable enough to tell the whole truth. After all, what you said is just too vague.

Miss Grace: I suppose we must end our conversation for now; it is getting rather late. But if it would be fine with you, would you accept living in the nurse room temporarily until I can get you some proper arrangements?

Rasazy: I guess so?

Miss Grace: Very well. Also, I will leave one of my phones here on the table next to the bed. So call me if you need anything.

Rasazy:But don't you have a home to go home to?

Miss Grace: I indeed have a home to go home to Rasazy,but the school is something I considered to be my second home.So naturally, with the privileges of being a principal, I naturally ordered the construction of rooms completed with everything needed by a student or teacher who are too tired or have no home to go home to years ago, with two being occupied, one by me and one by "Alice," so I can go to you anytime soon, as you called.

Rasazy: Ok, then stay safe, Miss Grace.

Miss Grace: Good night to you as well, Rasazy,and now I must go because I have a school to properly close now. After it all,is dismissal for students, I must make sure there are no students left behind as the school is closed at night.

With a nod of farewell, Miss Grace crossed the room and gently closed the door behind her, leaving Razazy in the nurse's office.

TO BE CONTINUED