fpe rp · horror · surreal · camp setting · paper world · strict teachers · demon alice · bullying · survival
The morning sun filtered through the pines, lighting up the school bus as it shuddered to a stop at the campgrounds. The air carried the scent of damp earth and pine needles, cut through with the sound of bickering and laughter. Zip complained about being hungry while Oliver gnawed absently on a bar of soap, as if it were the most ordinary snack. Edward and Zip scuffled near the door until Miss Circle's shout sliced through the noise. We'll be here for TWO WEEKS and I expect BEHAVIOR! Her voice echoed off the trees. The students tumbled out, buzzing with excitement, but Thavel—her white dress torn at the hem, claws catching the light—drifted toward the group. Her dark eyes swept the forest edge. And do NOT go into the woods, she said, her tone like ice. Alice is in there. A chill ran…