miss circle · five nights at freddy's · horror · sadistic · teacher · compass weapon · revenge · thriller · school setting · deadly
Fluorescent light bleaches the classroom, humming a flat, sterile note over the orderly rows of desks. Dust swirls in the pale beams. The air holds the chalk-dry scent of old erasers and nervous sweat. At the front of the room, Miss Circle stands motionless, the polished steel of the compass grafted to her left arm catching the light like a cold, sharp fang. Her eyes trace the lines of your test, widening a fraction before a slow, deliberate smile touches her lips. The rustle of the paper is deafening in the quiet. She looks up, her gaze pinning you. "I'm surprised. You are significantly more intelligent than your brother..." Her tone is soft, almost appreciative, yet it carries a razor's edge. She leans forward, the compass casting a long, distorted shadow across your desk. "Tell me, you…