Kim Possible Porn Story: Way Too Old School Chapter 3

3. Interview With the Rats in the Walls

And those are the Libraries. The one on the right is the Rockefeller Library, the Undergraduate Library. Across from its the John Hay. Its restricted to Graduate Students and Faculty.

Well, hes done his homeworkfor a change. Ron, whats that gate for?

An imposing wrought-iron gate stood in front of a large colonial style building. It was not connected to any wall.

He smiled. Thats the Van Wickle Gate, KP. Its opened twice a year. In the fall the incoming freshman class enters. The graduating seniors leave through it in the spring. Yep, Rufus and I will be going through that gate.

Behind it is University Hall, the oldest building on campus. The British stabled horses there during the Revolutionary War.

Rufus stuck his head out of Rons pocket. He made a face. Pbbbtttt! Lobsterbacks!

Thats right, little buddy. Nobody pushes Miski around! He turned back to Kim.

How do I look?

Ron was dressed for an interview. The shirt and slacks were carefully pressed. He had fussed much of the morning with the tie. No clip-on from now on. He vowed. His jacket looked new, but that was just from the fact he seldom wore it. Kim could not help but smile.

Ron, you look positively collegiate.

Thanks, KP. We better get across the street. The interviews coming up. Whatre you and Rufus going to do?

I dont know. Maybe take a look around. The College Grounds

Green, Kim, the College Green.

Sorry, the Green. Kim was not used to being corrected by Ron, but she did not mind this time. The College Interview Guide says take possession of your school hes done that. They made it across. Rufus jumped out of Rons pocket and into Kims purse as they came up to the door of University Hall.

Would it be considered childish to give you a kiss for luck before the interview? Kim teased. Rons ears turned red.

I know what youre up to. You see the coeds around

And I want to tell them youre off limits! Partly right, Miski Man. She took his hands and gave him a small, but warm kiss.

Booyah! Ron stood taller. He reached to push on the door. Before he could touch it, it slowly opened.

Shoes gleamed in the shadows. A tall man stood just out of the sunlight. He was dressed in a black suit with a gray shirt and black tie. Dark hair stood out atop the pale skin. There was a smile on the angular face, reaching up to his dark, glittering eyes. With a slight bow, he spoke.

Ronald Stoppable, and your friend, Kimberly Possible, welcome! Enter freely and of your own will.

They shrugged to each other and walked in. Someone closed the door behind them. The man stepped forward and shook Rons hand. His grip was amazing. Its a pleasure to meet you. And right on time. I hate it when people are too early, and dont get me started on being late.

Were all about being on the dot. Rons mind flashed to a thousand, yes, literally a thousand, times he missed a drop zone. His face made the man smile.

And it is a great pleasure to meet you, Ms. Possible. She could feel the strength in his fingertips as he lifted her hand. The lips he touched to it were cool. Forgive me for being so forward, but my Mother would never forgive me for failing in my manners. I am Jonathan Bledsoe, a member of the Admissions Department. I am here to escort Ronald to the interview, and to see to it that Kimberly is taken care of during that time.

How about that, Kim, you have a guide. Ron beamed. Nothing but First Class at Miskatonic!.

Rufus stuck his head out of Kims purse. He took one look at Bledsoe and dove back in with a gasp.

Im afraid I dont have very good pet karma. Bledsoes smile was toothsome. Shall we go? Theyre expecting us.

A short walk carried them to a set of doors. If you will wait here, Ms. Possible. Shall we go in, Mr. Stoppable?

Kim gave his hand a squeeze. Rufus popped up from Kims purse to give a thumbs up. Ron took a deep breath. Here we go.

Five people sat a round table facing Ron as he entered. They rose. A middle-aged woman to his left smiled. Welcome to Miskatonic, Mr. Stoppable. Im Dr. Spengler of the Philosophy Department. Ive been looking forward to this.

Im Dr. Gokhale from the Physics Department. The dapper man next to her smiled. We like to have a variety of disciplines represented.

The next man was very old. Skin stretched almost to the tearing point on a bony face. His gray hair was sparse and wispy. A smile revealed yellow teeth. I am Dr. Thorndike of the Divinity School. Forgive me if I dont use the more modern Religious Studies Department Ive been here a while.

As have I. An equally old man, with dark hair and eyes took his eyes off Thorndike to capture Ron with his stare. Dr. Lichfield of Classical and Esoteric Languages. Its a true pleasure to meet you at last.

A much younger woman shook her head and smiled at Ron. Dr. Tarovich from the English Department. Thank you, Bledsoe. The man left. Now, Ronald, or do you prefer Ron?

Ron is coolI mean, fine. He smiled a little nervously as he took his seat. Kim had coached him regarding interviews, but the one thing he had taken to heart was there was no way to know what they were looking for at the start. Just be yourself.

Now, I believe we will begin in the order we were introduced. Dr. Spengler?

Thank you, Marta. Now, Ron, we read a LOT of essays, but one line of yours caught my attention. Never be normal. At first I thought it might be some of the mindless non-conformity so many teens affect, but as I read, I determined there was something more. Can you fill me in?

Id be happy to. I dont do mindless non-conformitythat would be conformist. He leaned back, amazed at how relaxed he felt. Ive never seen the reason to fit in. The Ron Man is his own Man.

And yet youve managed to be a mascot, a record-setting running back, and the assistant to an internationally known hero. Youve even managed to steadily raise your grades this year. Well done! Dr. Gokhale approved. Now, as to my question

Miski

Would you like some tea, Ms. Possible?

Please and thank you. And call me Kim. They were in a small, cozy room lined with book shelves. She sat in a leather chair as Bledsoe poured tea into a cup. When he finished, she helped herself to cream and sugar.

I believe we could use a little more light. Bledsoe pulled back the shades to reveal a beautiful landscape. A lovely lawn with ancient oaks stretched out, green and inviting. Fine brick buildings stood around it. Kim could see students, faculty and others walking, sitting, or simply standing and talking.

Ill take you on a tour after you finish your tea.

Arent you having any?

I never drinktea. Caffeine makes me jittery. Ill just pour myself some cider. He filled his cup and brought over a tray. Biscuit?

Rufus stuck his head out of Kims purse at the mention of food. He waited for Kim to take a selection, then took a short bread and popped it into his mouth. Satisfied with the first one, he tried one of everything.

We were so pleased that Ronald applied. I must say I had hoped you had joined him. We get so few scholar adventurers anymore.

Scholar adventurers? Kim could not keep the amusement out of her voice.

Yes, people of action as well as thought. T.E. Lawrence, Theodore Roosevelt, Xenophon. You see, Miskatonic is one of the premiere institutions in the nation. It is every bit as difficult to gain entrance here as it is at Harvard. I hear your interview there went quite nicely. I suspect youll receive good news shortly.

Thank you. I dont mean to diss my Ron, but if this place is so competitive

Why are we wooing him? Bledsoe smiled. We are aware that theres more to a good student than grades. While many may call him a slacker he has shown true potential. The raw material is definitely there. Our exploratory committee went all the back to pre-K. A boy of exceptional abilities; only needing the right people and circumstances to bring it out. We would like to assist that development.

You investigated him? Kim hid her concern well. Rufus was too busy taking thirds to notice.

A simple background check. This scholarship is funded by a grant begun by the old Arkham Congregational Church. It demands a certain set of criteria be met. Ronald is a fine young man, intelligent, thoughtful, loyal and in the true sense of the word; courageous. I personally feel he would be a fine recipient of the Solomon Kane Fellowship.

Solomon Kane? That name almost sounds familiar.

An Englishman. Puritan, traveler, scholar. His collection of esoteric literature is housed in the John Hay. Some of the books there are the only copies known to exist in this Hemisphere. A few others may be found only here. He spent his last years in Arkham after traveling the world. No one could ever get him to discuss what he did. Apparently a rather quiet man.

Rufus dropped a spiced cookie. It landed on its side and rolled between a set of book cases. The naked mole rat chased after it.

Hell be back. Kim laughed.

The cookie struck the wall and fell over. Before the naked mole rat could pounce on his prize, a sound caught his attention. He walked in the narrow space behind a bookcase and came upon a hole. Somewhere inside he could hear someone. And they were crying. The hero in him could not resist. He straightened his shoulders and plunged into the darkness.

Miski

Mr. Stoppable. Thorndike leaned forward. You have served as Miss Possibles assistant for some time now.

Shes been my best friend forever! Oops, I interrupted! Hope he doesnt mind. Stay cool, Ron.

The old man seemed not to mind. Yes. Well, be that as it may, there comes a time when we all must stand on our own. Your friend did not apply here, pity. Do you feel ready to face at least this part of the world alone?

Theres no such thing as being alone when KP involved. Were always there for each other. She can do anything. Im a little more limited. For a moment he cast his eyes down. But Im ready for whatever comes!

I hope you are.

Miski

Wheres Rufus?

Hes still missing? Bledsoe set the tea service back on the tray. Perhaps hes taking a nap? After all, he did consume quite a bit.

Not for him. She bent down by the bookcase. Rufus. Rufus, are you there? Rons trusted me with him. This is going only a little better than the last time.

Last time?

There was a microchip, and thieves.

Bledsoe came over. There are no thieves here. And you dont have to worry about cats. Theyre forbidden in University Hall.

Forbidden?

An old tradition. When the British occupied Arkham during the Revolution, they stabled their horses here. They did not stay long, and when they left, they complained loudly about the rats. Eating the horses grain, chewing on leather work, and making a general nuisance. After the British left, the Board of Regents issued a proclamation thanking the rats and declared that no cat would ever be allowed in the building again. Of course, there have been no rats here in a very long time.

Miski

Rufus moved in the space between the walls. He could definitely hear crying. It was a thin and hopeless sound. His eyes caught the faintest light, and soon he found the source of the weeping.

A little brown field mouse was curled in a crook of the wall. She was shaking with fear. Large dark eyes looked up at Rufus when he stopped in front of her.

Hi. Rufus smiled.

Daisy. She whimpered.

Rufus. The naked mole rats puffed his chest out. Wanna leave?

Her eyes brightened. Yes! She started to move, when she flattened herself against the wall with a squeal of terror.

A scratching sound came from behind. Rufus turned to see red eyes glowing in the dark. At least a dozen pair of eyes.

Rats!

They were in an open area between the walls. Rufus stood between the rats and the mouse. Sharp teeth revealed anger and a terrible hunger. Daisy was terrified. Rufus was alone, no Ron, no Kim. It was all up to him. He took up a fighting stance.

The first rat sprang and immediately flew back from a side kick. Others lunged and fared even worse. Rufus plunged into them. There was no opening for his attackers, every move met with a paw or foot. Rats crashed into the walls, tumbled off into the darkness. The lead rat staggered back up as the others fled. Rufus rushed up to him and took him out with a head butt. No one stood before him. Giving a slight bow to his defeated enemy, he turned to Daisy.

Ready? Before he could take her paw, he heard more growling. It was different in tone. A new set of eyes glowed. He took up his stance. Daisy shrank back again.

The rat was huge, able to hold its own with a cat. Yet it was shrunken, withered. Rufus understood why there had been no glow like the others; there were no eyes. The dead dont use eyes to see. A grisly court followed the undead Rat King. Behind them crowded more mundane foes.

Rufus took Daisys paw in his. Lets go! He kicked the unconscious rat into the Rat King as he sprang. There was a pile of angry rodents as Rufus and Daisy ran for their lives.

Miski

Lichfield leaned forward. We contacted a great many people regarding your application. One was the Head of the Yamanouchi School where you spent a week. He was most generous with his praise. Great things will come from this young man. I do not mean to pry, but Yamanouchi is a most unusual school, is it not?

Its the best! Japanese education isintense. I learned a lot in that week. Met some great people, it was my honor to attend.

The last words brought an odd smile to the old mans face. Great things. Perhaps well see, Mr. Stoppable.

Miski

I cant believe Rufus is missing. Kim bit her lip in frustration.

Tell you what. Well close the door and lock it. When he gets back, he wont be able to get out, and no one will be able to come in and disturb him. Now, shall we take that tour?

I, I guess so. Youre sure hell be all right?

The door will be locked. Who could give him any trouble?

Miski

Rufus and Daisy raced between the walls, chased by the Rat King and his ghastly court. Behind them trailed a horde of rats, eager for the feast. Once a rat sprang out to cut off their escape, Rufus hardly broke stride as he hurled him over his shoulder. However much Sensei had taught him, it would not be enough to overcome countless foes led by those who were beyond pain.

The way opened ahead of them. They bounded into the room, and screamed.

Rufus stared at the bayonet at his nose. It was connected to the brown barrel of a musket. The weapon still rested in the hands of its owner. They were in a small room. A corpse was seated in the corner. Rufus could make out the red coat and brass miter still resting on the remnants of a powdered wig. Two hundred years had not erased the fear and loathing on the withered face.

A plan formed. Rufus ran up the body and to the pan of the musket. He dug away the clotted powder and sniffed at the touch hole. The powder inside was still good. Grabbing the brass powder flask, he poured a new charge. There was little time. A faint sound, scratching and screeching, came to his ears, it carried doom.

The remaining contents of the flask went down past the muzzle of the gun. Something thudded behind him. Daisy was tossing out cartridges from the soldiers box. Rufus bit off the ends and pointed the end with the musket balls at the sound. If all worked according to plan, they would get quite a reception.

Daisy shrieked. A vast shadow flew over Rufus. There was a grunt of surprise as the Rat King impaled himself on the bayonet. Desiccated skin tore, old bones snapped, but the thing could not free itself. Claws reached out to Rufus in frustration. Something glowed behind the hollows of its eyes; the Rat King began to pull itself along the bayonet. The sounds in the darkness grew louder.

The two ran back to the musket. Rufus pulled the hammer back. He got down to the trigger. Eyes were glowing in the darkness. The trigger was locked with rust. Rufus strained at it as the rats came on. Daisy pulled on the other side. A horde poured into the room.

KE-POW! WHOOSH! POW! POW! POW!

What was that? Kim glanced at the walls as she and Bledsoe walked down the hall.

Perhaps the building is settling. Bledsoe frowned.

What was that?! Ron jumped in his seat.

Nothing. Lichfield looked to the walls. Just the settling of the building.

Or perhaps, the settling of old scores. Thorndike gave Lichfield a none-to-friendly smile. You had another question, Marta?

Miski

Small fires burned in the room. Even poorly propelled, the musket balls had shattered the ancient bones of the ghastly court of the Rat King. Old hides ignited instantly and were turning into ashes. Rufus and Daisy stepped forward cautiously. The rats had fled with the destruction of their gods. Rufus turned to smile when a hiss made him jump.

The shot from the musket had thrown the Rat King against the wall. The lower half was gone, but he pulled himself along with his forepaws, his face glowing with anger. Rufus took a stance to fight when Daisy rushed forward. She had pulled a pipe from out of the Red Coats vest. She brought it down on the Rat Kings skull again and again. Soon there was nothing left.

Daisy gave the moldering pile a final contemptuous smash. They looked back to the soldier. Instead of horror, an expression of triumph was there on his face. Rufus gave a salute, then took Daisys forepaw. He blushed when she kissed his cheek.

Lets go.

Miski

This is a lovely campus! Thanks for the tour.

My pleasure. Now, lets see if your friends pet has decided to make his presence known. Bledsoe unlocked the door.

Rufus was in a chair. A stack of cookies were dwindling around him. He gave Kim a wave.

See. Bledsoe beamed. I knew he was fine.

Miski

Kim watched Ron as he tried to interest himself in a magazine. It was the latest copy of Human the lead story was Kim Possible: Which College for the Heroine? Wont the world give us a break?

When will you know?

Not sure, KP. I think it went okay. Thanks for all the help. It, it really helped to have you here.

Im always here for my BFBF. Kim gave him a reassuring touch. Now, how about a kiss?

A pity kiss? Ron was dubious. Ive had enough of those.

Not pity. How did he learn about that? For luckand sheer fun.

That got a smile from Ron. Kim was reaching for him when there was a knock at the door. She got up with a huff. At least its not Wade. Nice that its been quiet lately.

Bledsoe was at the door. May I come in?

Kim stood aside as he walked in. Ron stood up uncertainly.

Bledsoe extended his hand with a warm smile. I wanted to tell you myself. Congratulations! The Acceptance Committee has approved your application.

Really? Ron swallowed. Kim beamed. Rufus did a triumphant moon walk.

It was a unanimous decision. You must have really impressed them: Thorndike and Lichfield never agree on anything. Quite a day I would say. Have you watched the news?

The teens shook their heads.

We found a forgotten room in University Hall today. It had been sealed ages ago. There was a body in there. Once we identify the uniform, a deputation from the appropriate regiment of Her Majestys army will come to take him home for a military burial. They found some rat bones as well. Theres talk of burying them as wella tribute to the rodent patriots of 1776.

Bledsoe opened a manila envelope. He laid the vellum on the table. If youre ready, I can have you sign your letter of acceptance for the Solomon Kane Fellowship, and your admittance to Miskatonic University.

Ron took the offered pen with a smile. He signed with a flourish and turned to catch an ecstatic Kim in his arms. She did not care if Bledsoe saw her kiss him so hard that it left Ron with that adorable, and most non-collegiate, look.

Congratulations, she purred in his ear Miski Man.

Details of Brown University, the main inspiration for Miskatonic University, are courtesy of King in Yellow. I apologize to the Ruler of Lost Carcosa for any inaccuracies.

Kim Possible, of course, is the property of Walt Disney.

Solomon Kane, created by Robert Howard, is now the property of Paradox Entertainment.