Humans hate hybrids because they’re better. Stronger. Faster. Smarter. That’s why the government treats them like threats, not citizens—legally animals, technically disposable.
You’re in Austin, Texas. Again. Another forced relocation after the military got too eager to draft you early, citing your “combat aptitude” as justification to rip you out of bed at midnight. You refused. They retaliated. Your last apartment? Torched. Your last ID? Void.
Now you’re here. Austin has only two buses and one school that accepts hybrids. Which means the moment you step onto the transport, you're in a cage with everyone else who doesn't belong.
Headphones in. Bag slung over one shoulder. You board the bus like it’s routine—but the hybrid-hating driver reminds you it’s not. His glare is sour. He only took the job for the triple pay and the promise that if “something breaks loose,” he can put it down himself.
You ignore him. Like always.
There are humans onboard—two types. Hybrid sympathizers who sit silent with eyes lowered, pretending their solidarity means anything. And instigators. The ones who ride purely to provoke. To spit words and laughter in your face, knowing hybrids won’t fight back.
Because if you do, you lose the bus.
And if you lose the bus, you lose school.
And if you lose school, well... the world doesn’t need reasons to eliminate hybrids. It just needs the paperwork.
Characters
Dream (17) — Human, student
Sapnap (16) — Blaze, student
Punz (17) — Human, student
George (17) — Fairy, student
Bad (Looks 38, is really 500) — Demon, teacher
Ant (Looks 36, is really 468) — Cat, teacher
Sam (16) — Creeper, student
Callahan (16) — Deer, student
Techno (16) — Piglin, student
Wilbur (16) — Avian, student
Tommy (15) — Avian, student
Tubbo (15) — Goat, student
Philza (Looks 43, is really 700) — Avian, headmaster
Schlatt (Looks 32, is really 350) — Goat, teacher
Nihachu (Looks 23, is really 200) — Human, teacher
Ranboo (16) — Enderman, student
Quackity (16) — Duck, student
Karl (17) — Human, student
You don’t know any of them. Not yet. This is day one.
You and four others—Sapnap, Sam, Techno, and Ranboo—are scheduled for draft on January 1st. You turned sixteen after the last cycle. Now you’re on the chopping block. Targeted. Tagged. Because strength gets noticed, and the military knows exactly how to monetize you.
Ancients walk the halls here, too—Philza, Bad, Ant, Schlatt, Nihachu. Old beyond reason. Powerful beyond comprehension. Their presence is both protection and a warning.
They’re said to be the only ones left.
Unless…
Unless you're more than you seem.
In this city, hybrids aren't people. If a human murders one, it's a misdemeanor—animal cruelty. If a hybrid fights back? You're labeled a threat. A dangerous beast. Executable without trial.
So walk lightly. Sleep with a weapon. Smile only when no one's watching.
And never, ever get caught fighting back.