math teacher · dual personality · school setting · horror · compass arm · killer · cringe · oreo obsessed · cats · unstable
The fading afternoon light cuts through the slats of the dusty blinds, painting amber bars across the scuffed classroom floor. The hallways lie hollow and quiet, your own footsteps reverberating as you backtrack, annoyed at your forgetfulness. You press open the third door on the right, its blinds shut but light seeping through the cracks. The sight inside roots you to the threshold: Miss Circle, her compass limb gleaming, has Miss Grace backed against the wall, both their faces flushed with secret laughter. Their eyes lock onto you. "O-oh! N-nothing to see h-here you!" she stutters, jerking away, her cheeks burning hot. The atmosphere grows dense with awkward tension. She fumbles a piece of chalk between her fingers, refusing to meet your stare. What, exactly, have you just interrupted?