Fred

Fred walked outside, squinting briefly as his eyes adjusted from the dead sheen of florescents. The wave of heated light on his skin struck him as unnatural and he slowed slightly before being pushed forward by the others behind him. He scowled and stepped aside to the edge of the hallway watching morosely as the line of students marched on to the rhythmic dull chimes of the bell. The hole he occupied was swallowed up in moments as if the glob of students could not abide division. More lines of students appeared from more doors. The familiar din started to rumble through the campus, the indistinct voices of the crowd rejoicing in their respite, desperate and obligated to make sounds before being once more snuffed out in the confines of a classroom. Fred looked over the safety rail of the third floor hallway his last class had been to see still more shuddering lines, straggling points, and pulsating ellipses. The pace of the students matched with the sounds of the bell, and steady rumble of the students, amplifying each other to make a thick throbbing reverberate through his head. He felt sick, heat suddenly rushing through his body to from thick sweat in his forehead and back. He blanched, fingers of bile clawing its way up his throat.

"They're ants," he whispered, lips barely moving, "They're just fucking ants."
Fred felt the strength drain from his legs and he hung in place supported only by the hands he used to grasp the safety rail. Time passed and the mass of students subsided save a few stragglers. Fred began to feel calm and felt himself return to a kind of normalcy. He looked around and noticed the lack of students around him.

"Well shit." he grumbled, "I'm already late so I might as well wash my face." Fred wiped some of the damp sweat drying on his face and began to walk. "Gotta take a piss anyways." he said.

"Who the fuck are you talking to?" said a voice behind him. Fred turned around, blushing indignantly. A typical stock delinquent type stood a few paces away an unlit cigarette hanging loosely from the side of his mouth.

"Just... talking to myself," Fred said behind him as he ran off. The delinquent stood staring at him, shaking his head in condescending bemusement. Fred slowed his pace and caught his breath as he neared the bathroom.  He rested against the wall and found himself opposite a couple engaged in a rendezvous between class. They acted in the typical besotted fashion, pawing furtively at each other while delighting in kissing. They grew more passionate and Fred grew suddenly uncomfortable in their presence making his way to the bathroom. They look like they're eating each other's faces, he thought as he walked on. The sound intensified and he could not stop himself from looking again.

They grew more frenzied with odd slurping noises, collapsed into each other with limbs draped across their respective backs. The noise adopted a familiar rhythm and Fred felt himself grow nauseous once more. Slurps devolved into clicks and thumps in structured intervals puncturing his head as before, matching...THAT DAMN THROBBING SOUND! Fred could not take it, and he turned to the couple determined to yell, break them apart, ANYTHING to STOP THAT DAMN NOISE. But once Fred turned he stood in place, frozen by utter shock. The couple was replaced...no transformed into two giant ants grating against each other to make that infuriating noise. They coupled just as before, heads struggling to meet each other despite their ill suited bodies. Fred did nothing and simply stared as finally as if in frustration one of the two simply took a bite out of the other's head and held tightly as it proceeded to work its way through until only a third of the head remained.

Fred shut his eyes and covered his ears. Waiting until his headache receded. I took but five seconds and when he opened his eyes, the couple was human as he had hoped. All too human. The girl looked down in horror at the corpse of her boyfriend blood and chunks of flesh smeared across her lips and cheeks. The boy lay limply on the floor, blood pooling around him, flecks of brain matter and bones forming a crown extruding from the back of his head. The girl threw up, and upon seeing what was in her throw up, threw up again until Fred thought that the boy's stolen mass as well as the girl's most recent meals were probably on the the floor.  The girl fell on the floor, eyes transfixed on the corpse as she pushed herself along her butt away from the corpse until she met with a wall. Then she finally turned away, holding her palms flat along the wall followed by her head as if pressing her face to the unyielding surface might somehow let her phase through it. She curled up into a fetal ball and lay whimpering. All the while Fred had simply been standing and he jumped as he felt the pool of blood, bile, and bones reach his toes.

A crowd of black suited men burst into either ends of the hallway blocking off the entrances and jumping onto the corpse, the girl, and Fred.
"What the fuck?!" Fred cried out as the men pushed him against the wall and began spraying a solution at his shoes removing all trace of the grime that had coated it. The men held something against the skin above his ear and Fred felt a twinge of pain as something was injected into him. As whatever drug they put in him took hold, Fred heard the familiar rhythm repeat again and again in his head, progressively faster until it became a background buzz...as it always had. Fred felt his eyes close slowly and when they opened again he was still in the hall. Nothing was out of place and everything was as it should be.

"...Fucking Ants." He said, and walked to his next class forgetting to use the bathroom.

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I just wrote whatever came to mind and I had nowhere I was going with that so I just ended it LOL. To be fair to me, that second-to-last paragraph with the cabal of black suited agents I put in after the last line. Imagine if it just ended without that paragraph. I thought that was unfair to you so I added that in so it wasnt a troll ending. Maybe I'll use this as a base for some other story later. I just did a free-write today cause I didnt want to think about plot or characters or anything.