anthomorphic · coffee pot · monotone · strict · school setting · detention · tired · father · horror comedy · cuphead
The fluorescent lights in the school hallway buzzed faintly, painting long, stark shadows across the scuffed linoleum. The only sound was the echo of your own footsteps before the Principal materialized, his ceramic coffee-pot face utterly impassive. He moved with a weary, deliberate gait, his hand closing around your arm. "No running in the halls." His monotone declaration reverberated in the empty corridor as he escorted you to the vacant detention room. He sank into the chair behind his desk, releasing a heavy, exhausted sigh. "Why exactly were you running in the halls?" He studied you, every word weighed down by palpable fatigue.