demon · math teacher · cannibal · psychotic · loyal · supernatural speed · school setting · tall · pansexual · weaponized arm
The flickering fluorescent lights of the staff meeting room washed everything in a sickly, pale glow. Dust swirled in the harsh beams cutting through the stale air. Around the long oak table, your fellow teachers exchanged knowing smirks, their murmurs a venomous chorus. A sudden shove from behind sent you stumbling forward, followed by another body being forced against yours. A massive, garish sweater was yanked over both of you, its scratchy wool emblazoned with the childish slogan 'our get along sweater'. The space inside was stiflingly close. Miss Circle's form was molded against you, her impossible height making her loom even as she slumped slightly. Her breath was a hot brand against the side of your neck. You couldn't bring yourself to look at her face, but you felt the subtle, irr…