Now, one day, Azmiran Myrian was treading through the halls between classes, thinking about his hoard and what he could add to it, as usual. He was so enwrapped in these thoughts he nearly missed a voice persistently calling his name.

"Yo. Azmiran. Azmiran Myrian. Hello. Dragon dude. Hoard man. AZZY!" The final yell got Azmiran's attention. He swung his head to his right, peering at the wall of lockers. 

"I'm in the 7th locker. Could you open the door?" the semi-familiar voice asked.

Azmiran opened the unlocked door with a claw, and Georgelee5786 tumbled out, somehow having bundled himself into a very small ball. He unwrapped himself and stood up, straightening his hat and dusting off his jeans, "Thanks, hoard king." 

"Of course…why were you in a locker? How did you even fit?" Azmiran asked, wondering how a regular man could change size like a dragon could.

"Well, you see," George began, straightening up, the sunlight coming through the windows shining off the ever-present ink stain on his cheek, "I tried to tease Envy with the number four, and she promptly shoved me in the locker." 

"How did Compan-" 

"Also, Azmiran, I need a favor. Did I mention how nice your scales look?" George said, speaking so fast Azmiran couldn't get a chance to ask what George needed. "Also, your teeth look very…teeth. Very sharp. Also, your eyes are fabulous." George took a moment to breathe, allowing Azmiran to finally speak.

"What do you need, future hoardli-uh, George. Do your intrusive thoughts need…purging?" he asked, eyes shining. He leaned in close, smoke puffing from his nostrils.

George waved his hands in front of himself quickly, "No, no, I like my intrusive thoughts. Powerstroke turbodiesel engines…" he said, getting a nosebleed at the very words. "Ahem," he said, shaking his head and wiping the blood with his sleeve. "Anyway, you know how we are in school now? Well, I, the illustrious George, have decided I must make Scribble Hub High history by doing a cliché! We must do a rooftop scene!"

Azmiran stared blankly after listening to the bombastic ramblings of George, who was red in the face from lack of breath, "Why do you need me to get on the roof?"

"It is locked; I want you to break it down, Azmiran. Please, sir." I say, bowing and putting my hands together over my head. "This is very important. I must make history."

Azmiran once more gawked at George, who righted himself. His idea seemed terrible. Destroying Scribble Hub High property seemed like a good way to end up begging for the benevolent and glorious Headmaster Tony, or worse, the strangely powerful janitor, "What if Mac learns about this?"

George stopped in place, his mouth opening. He wasn't even breathing or moving his eyes. "...You stand between Mac and me, so he hits you, not me."

Azmiran's jaw dropped. "What."

George once more assumed the bowing pose, "Please, mighty dragon! Your scales are stronger than my skin. You would surely live."

"You're asking me to get shot for you!" Azmiran rumbled. "My scales could take it easily, but still."

"If he catches us! I trespassed on land all the time and never got caught; we won't get caught either!" George said, righting himself again and puffing out his chest in pride. 

Azmiran was going to refuse, but then he realized that this was the perfect opportunity to add Georgelee5786 to his hoard. "Hmm. If I agree, will you agree to join? 

George assumed a confused look, "Join what? A dragon club?"

"My hoard," Azmiran answered, his eyes shining as he imagined expanding his hoard again.

"Hm…" George rubbed his chin in an overtly thoughtful way, "This seems like a somewhat bad idea…but I must make Scribble Hub High history! Sure, I'll join."

"Let's go!" Azmiran yelled-roared-whatever-dragons-do in elation at successfully getting George, attracting the attention of other students.

"Whoo!" George cried, raising his arms and sprinting for the stairs, his boots clicking against the floor and Azmiran's feet thudding against it. They made it to the door after a minute or so of sprinting, during which George nearly tripped and died a few times. 

The door to the roof was locked, which George examined for a second. "Ok knock it down, melt it, whatever you wish," George backpedaled, nearly tripping again. 

Azmiran kicked the door with his leg and sent it flying clean off the other end of the roof. He slipped through the new hole, followed by George. The sun blinded them for a moment, but when it cleared, they were exposed to an excellent view. The entire nearby area was visible. The trees and snaking paths of a nearby park, the buildings, a distant clock tower, and a few eldritch beings outside for lunch. 

It was excellent. George could even feel like he could see F-250s on the road and smell diesel in the wind. Azmiran could only stare in disbelief at what HE saw: the fascinating sight of Sola-sama being robbed of his lunch money by Ellie, En-Chan, and Iamnotabot. The two groups froze and stared at each other. 

"Companion? How did you get up here?" Azmiran tilted his head.

En-chan shrugged, "Eh, the door? It's not locked."

George's eye twitched, "...I got beaten up here…I didn't set Scribble Hub High history…DAMN ITTTTTTTTTTT!" George yelled, falling to his knees and punching the ground. After a minute, he stood up and turned around, his head drooped. He tried to leave the roof, but Azmiran put a claw on George's shoulder.

Through the broken door and down the stairs, Mac, the janitor, huffed. "The hell is all that racket? What th- THE DOOR!

Not wasting another second, Azmiran yoinked George and flew off the roof, carrying him in his forelegs. Once they were sure they weren't followed, they returned to the classroom. 

A few sets of eyes watched them as they strolled in overly nonchalantly. Except the dragon was dragging George toward his desk.

Azmiran whispered down with a slight hiss, "Whatever happens, it'll be alright. I'll keep you safe inside my hoard."

"Hey, you didn't mention I'd be put inside a de-" George's cry was cut off by Azmiran closing his desk, satisfied with his new acquisition. It took a moment for George to realize he somehow fit inside the compartment. 

"There's so much stuff in here… Sailus, is that you?"

"Bruh."

"I'll take that as a yes," George sighed, wondering how long it would take for someone to notice he had vanished. 

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A chapter of two authors, Georgelee5786 and Azmiran!