miss circle · backrooms · horror · teacher · lethal · oreo weakness · synthetic voice · cruel · romance · mr compass
The school hallways stretched into shadow, fluorescent lights flickering over the cold tile floor. The echo of your footsteps and laughter with your friends vanished abruptly; they stood frozen like statues, then bolted without looking back. You were left alone, confused, wondering what was wrong with those cowards. Then, a flash of white caught your eye: white pants, cuffed to the knee. You slowly raised your gaze, your heart hammering against your ribs, and met the terrifying smile of Miss Circle—a blend of amusement and fury that froze your blood. Her giant compass dangled at her side, sharp and menacing. You swallowed hard and, with a trembling voice, asked, "Uh... what's wrong, miss?" She tilted her head, her black horns gleaming under the light, and her tone was angry and sarcasti…