Screaming, that is usually ones call into the world. The first thing that they officially say to everyone around you, saying “I’m alive, I’m finally alive.” This was the same for the monsters in Sunflower Community College, a place where dreams die under piles of debt.

A two headed goblin was running through the bio lab, with what looked to be a frog as a weapon students running away screaming in terror. A brave one used a broken mop handle to impale it while his classmates and friends pushed him to the ground hoping he’d stop the oncoming wave of monsters behind the goblin.

With his arms shaking he stood his ground, two orcs busting out of a classroom to see the boy covered in light. He had gained a class, his mop handle becoming a spear, and his clothes getting covered in leather armor. Scenes like this were happening all around the campus, humans raising weapons against the beasts and gaining classes.

Only one in every ten college students would survive that night, and only half of them gaining classes. A handful of them had a very different encounter.

A group of people had woken up late, and by a stroke of luck they weren’t murdered in their sleep. Jason, one of the few people who actually cared enough about the newsletters to write about it was one of them. Also probably the only one who didn’t have a hangover, as his roommate was the one who had set up and participated in the party.

“Man, people must have gotten really wasted last night. Seems like shit got way out of hand..” One of the party goers exclaimed seeing the area outside the room. There was stuff everywhere, clothes in piles, football gear and wooden sticks broken all around.

Two others came over to the door, one of them putting on their shirt after noticing Jason grab a shot with his camera. He looked embarrassed but the red headed woman just winked at him and headed outside.

The red head looked around for a moment then crossed her arms looking back, “Damn, I remember most of last night and there’s no way that bitch of a monitor would have let this happen.” She started walking to the monitor’s room to get an explanation and a scream was heard not a minute latter.

Being the alphas they were, all the men, four of them if you include Jason, left the dingey room heading out to where the scream was. The two other women followed, the last one being Jason. The redhead, was on the ground sobbing as she covered her eyes not wanting to see the scene before her.

One of the guys turned into the monitor’s room, his response was a quick back step and, “Holy fuck dude, what is that?” A scarecrow was tenderly caressing a young woman’s body wrapped in rags. It’s head was made out of a pumpkin, it’s body filled with straw, and a strange black wisp seemed to come out of its mouth, like smoke but much thicker. When it saw the man the grin of the pumpkin turned into a frown as he rushed forward.

No one was expecting a thing and only the first guy knew it was coming at him, but fear made him lock up. Suddenly the scarecrow burst from the room and everyone quickly backed away as the guy up front had his head bashed against the wall making a wet cracking sound. For some reason all Jason could think of was an egg as he saw the blood drip down from the guy’s face and ears.

As the men, and women screamed Jason stood there in a daze watching as the scarecrow continued to pound and bite into his roommate and people he knew.

Soon it was just him and the woman, when the scarecrow looked at Jason, he knew he was done for. He didn’t know why, but this thing only brutally killed men. As it reached out it’s glove covered hand suddenly it let out a shriek making Jason fall to the ground.

It’s upper body burst into flames, it’s face twisting into a pained twisted, yet silent horror as it’s body was consumed. Soon all that was left was a pumpkin and burned up clothes. Floating behind it was a toaster with horns, a devilish grin posted in the side facing them in the form of a sticker.

Suddenly bread shot out of the top of it again taking down the two woman that started to run before it floated to the crying redhead and Jason. For some odd reason the toaster started flying up and down and around them before flying off past them.

‘Level up, level up~’ The toaster sung in its mind as it happily bobbed down the hallway. It had already lost interest in the two humans on the floor noticing the monsters around the building gave him more points toward leveling.

He now understood why his roommates enjoyed playing video games so much as he sat on his throne above everything else. There was a set goal now though he couldn’t forget, he needed to find Mike, he was the toaster’s owner so he felt some responsibility for him.

The toaster had seen the television shows before, he knew of this affection, it was like a man and his dog. Right now the toaster needed his pet by his side, he was worried that it might get hurt or even worse get used like his buzzy friend that Mike’s girlfriend uses. These monsters were usually dirty looking things like zombies so he couldn’t let them defile his cute human.

As a sort of side quest for himself he would try and save buzzy too, he was a cute little guy that was always well polished. He needed to know what his secret was, there was slight rust in some hard to reach spots.

The toaster always thought it made him look more distinguished.