A Collab Story with OldSchoolGunger

"Oi, Wilkinson!" A voice called out.

Jacob responded to the call of his name before being starstruck by who called him.

"You're Bobby Edenfield" Jacob recalled.

"Glad you know about me," Bobby said before observing Jacob from head to toe in his uniform.

Jacob is quite the gentlemen with his brown hair and eyes. His uniform for today happened to be a white dress shirt with a matching tie, short black trousers that exposed his gray dress socks from his black dress shoes. Attending Sweet Tweet High School, he had to dress his best in the uniform. It was a heavily stressed detail at this school.

"That tie seems a bit snug on you, doesn't it mate?"

Jacob meekly muttered, "Well, the dress code said the tie had to be straighten and tighten around your collar."

"Oh that," Bobby said before chuckling a little, "You didn't hear?"

"Hear what?"

"It's okay to loosen your tie for the dress code."

Jacob slightly balked at that claim, "Are you sure?"

"Oh of course, I'm sure."

Jacob thought the claim over, rather not believing such a story. But he did have to admit that his tie is a bit tight. And perhaps Bobby was not as bad as others had said. "Alright, if you are sure," and with that he loosen his tie a bit.

"Great!" Bobby said before pulling out his iPhone, "Let's take a selfie!" Edenfield brought him close and hugged Jacob around his shoulder. The picture was quick and Bobby wished Jacob a good day.

Bobby's lips turned to a devious smirk as he sent the pic to someone.

3 hours later

"Will Jacob Wilkinson please report to the principal's office?"

Jacob was confused why he was called up to the office. He had done nothing wrong. He had been a good student this semester. So why was he being called up? Not questioning it, he got up from his desk and left the room, going down the hallway towards the principal's office.

Surely that wasn't the reason why he was going to the office. Right?

"Mr. Wilkinson," the principal began as Jacob sat down, anxious for what is to come. "You apparently have not been following dress code."

"I beg your pardon, sir?" Jacob asked. What on Earth is he talking about? He has been following dress code since Day 1.

"Your tie, as I have been informed, is not straighten," the principal informed.

"But sir," Jacob replied, "my tie fits the dress code."

"It does not. Mr. Edenfield has informed me of your loosen tie."

Jacob mentally growled. Of course, Bobby had ratted him out. He was the leader of the "Perfects." They are a notorious student led group that was believed for busting different students based on their uniform and not following regulations.

So, the picture they had taken was all a ruse. Just to get him in trouble over one, small detail.

"If you must be reminded," the principal continued, "All ties must be straighten and tighten around your collar. Not being loosen one bit. You should know this school takes dress code very seriously."

Jacob's mental growl turned to a snarl. He was dumped into thinking that he could have his tie somewhat loose.

"If you could allow me to ex-" Jacob began but was cut off.

"I am sorry Mr. Wilkinson, but this cannot stay. You must be disciplined," the principal said.

Jacob paled at the thought of being disciplined. "You do not mean-"

"I'm afraid so," the principal said as he stood up and escorted the 'busted' student into a different room. Jacob reluctantly complied and walked down the hallway.

As he walked through the hallway, his eyes shifted towards various pictures of other 'disciplined' victims. Each all had one thing in common

"Take a seat, Mr. Wilkinson," the principal sternly said and Jacob did as he took a seat.

The moment he sat down, the chair began to move and jerked him into a tank of some sort. Jacob began to sweat profusely and become scared of what would happen next. The tank began to emit some sort of gas to the point Jacob fell asleep too.

The next time Jacob woke up, he found himself in the school's auditorium, which was packed with many students. He also found himself in his same uniform but with a black blazer that had the school's logo on it. Jacob then adverted his eyes up and soon wished he hadn't.

Above him was a tank full of thick and colorful slime that seemed to be layered with the primary colors. Jacob soon found he was encased in a glass tank with the chair he had sat in and made in effort to escape his future sliming.

"Welcome gentlemen," the principal said, "We have called this assembly to show you what will happen to those who do not follow dress code!"

Jacob would have thought the students would be on his side, but he was immediately proven wrong as the students began to boo at him all for one detail. Among the crowd, Jacob spotted Bobby and his "Perfects." Bobby gave a mocking wave that Jacob glared at.

"Are you ready?" The principal said rather enthusiastically.

"Wait!"

Everyone turned to the call of the voice and all eyes were on Bobby as he strutted towards the stage.

Jacob was taken aback at the sudden change of heart. While he was still harboring grievance for what the "Perfect" had done, maybe he wasn't as bad as he thought

But all Bobby did was straighten Jacob's tie before returning to his seat.

Jacob began to shutter in fear of being humiliated in front of the entire school. He had also found gungings quite embarrassing on those UK shows he used to watch growing up. But he never thought he would one day suffer.

"Well, what do you say students, should we give Mr. Wilkinson a much needed humbling?" The principal repeated. When he got yes, he flipped a switch.

Jacob, on accident and instinct, looked up got a face full of thick slime that splashed him. With an astonished mannerism, he was drenched in the thick primary liquids that covered him and consumed his school uniform. The liquid began to fill at his shoes and worked its way up to his socks and exposed legs. The slime stained his entire uniform, making Jacob utterly unpresentable and humiliated. He could practically hear the "Perfects" laughing at his demise.

The sliming ended after a decent two minutes before Jacob's 'discipline' ended and he was covered in the gunge. For starters, his gentleman like demeanor was now a slimy appearance. His handsome hair and face was dripping with the primary liquids. His formerly white dress shirt, black blazer, blue and black striped tie had been drenched with from the pouring. His black shorts were dampened and ruined from the sliming as his legs had been gained a 'fresh coat.' Even though, he could not see them, Jacob knew his gray dress socks and black dress shoes were trashed and beyond repair.

"And that students is what happens to those who do not follow dress code. I hope all of you have learned from this experience," the principal concluded as he dismissed every student and made it seem like he had not just slimed a student. Each student left except for the "Perfects," who made their way over to the slimy Jacob.

Wilkinson immediately glared as Bobby just shook his head in mock sympathy. His entourage just snickered in the background as Bobby made a snooty remark, "Oh, my bad mate. It seems that I made a small mistake." He sarcastically shrugged before leaving with his crew. "Better luck next time!"

Jacob, being sloppy, made no effort to stand and just slumped on the chair, at this point not caring for the fact he was getting more slime all over him. Wiping some of the slime off his face, he secretly vowed revenge for his humiliation

After he got a new uniform though. He did like it before it became slimed.