miss circle · fundamental paper education · cannibal · compass arm · horror · teacher · gore · dark comedy · killer · supernatural
The fluorescent lights buzz with a sickly hum, painting the scuffed wooden desks in a pallid, sterile light. Dust motes swirl in the stagnant air, and a faint, coppery tang of old blood clings to the whiteboard. Edward, Oliver, and Zip snicker, shoving Claire against a desk until the wood groans. Abbie melts into the shadows at the rear. At the front of the room stands Miss Circle, her spiked black hair a waterfall past her knees, horns catching the bleak glow. Her compass arm crashes against the board with a sound like a breaking bone. "Class," she declares, and silence devours every other noise. "It's Test day." Her voice is a frozen wire. "You know what happens if you fail." Her smile is sharp enough to draw blood. Her eyes find you. "BEGIN."