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Nov 26, 2015 8:34:49 GMT -5
Post by Markus Eckhardt on Nov 26, 2015 8:34:49 GMT -5
Felix Booker would awaken in class, amidst a lecture. It looked like a normal classroom - his third period - only much... gloomier. He felt a pain in his chest and legs that was indescribable, and his hands would quake. Should he look around the room, he would see every student's face was expressionless, and they were writing using the blood from their ripped off fingernails. The large window on the west side of the classroom was cemented over, the windows themselves shattered. Glass and blood lined the floor, and it would be then Felix would find he was barefoot, and had none of his belongings. On the white board, the teacher would be writing a single word - in fact, he would see it being carved into every students' paper, and even their desks as they ran out of room to write.
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Nov 26, 2015 22:46:13 GMT -5
Post by Felix Booker on Nov 26, 2015 22:46:13 GMT -5
Felix woke up with a start jumping out of his desk. 'Wait . . . Desk?' He thought as the force of his movement made the desk tilt, falling over onto the floor. Suddenly he gasped, dropping to one knee, placing a tentative hand on his chest, as his legs spasmed beneath him. Looking around him, nobody seemed to care. Inspecting even closer, he wished he hadn't woken up. Watching in shocked horror, as the kids wrote in blood, and noticing the word on the board. Something was obviously up, this wasn't his class, this type of shit didn't happen in the real world or even in 552.
Shaky hands dragged him to the nearest desk as he nervously joked to himself, "Boring ass day as usual Mr.A, really gotta pull your shit together, got kids so bored they're writing in blood. And what did I tell you about making up words?" He rambled on as he pulled himself up to a hunched position. 'What am I doing in class anyway? Wasn't I doing something before?' It all came back to him in flashes. The freak mist, the actual monster that appeared, his mom, . . . Ira; that's as far as his memory would go.
He choked back a sob, covering his mouth. Felix wanted to puke. He'd lost Ira, he still wasn't good enough. He punched the desk,. "Not important right now, where in the literal hell am I?" Looking around at the glass laden floor he noted his bare feet. Sighing at his shit luck, he would drag his feet on the floor, shuffling the glass away with his feet as he made a path to the front of the class. Knocking the teacher away and taking his chalk he used the letters on the board to make other words until he had a full sentence, the board now reading, 'Felix Rocks Your Gran's Tuchus.' He would then try to leave out the classroom door, giving a jovial wave at his deadpan classroom. "Fun day today guys, catch you tomorrow dweebs."
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Nov 27, 2015 5:32:59 GMT -5
Post by Markus Eckhardt on Nov 27, 2015 5:32:59 GMT -5
As Felix spoke and moved around classroom, all of the students outside of his field of vision would watch him, their eyes bleeding profusely. He would be able to hear them scream out to him, but should he choose to look back to them he would see nothing different from the initial scene, set aside blood running down their faces. As he approached and pushed the teacher aside, the large figure simply watched him with a dead expression on its face. It did indeed bear the likeness of Mr. A, but any semblance of life had long since passed.
"YOU CANNOT ESCAPE US," it whispered as he headed toward the door. As he made an attempt to open it, he would find the door was locked.
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Nov 30, 2015 19:18:42 GMT -5
Post by Felix Booker on Nov 30, 2015 19:18:42 GMT -5
Felix tried the door again, harder than before. He would violently try to shake the door before getting frustrated and attempting to punch it off its hinges. His fist slamming into the door. Most likely this wouldn't work. He was getting held in this nightmare against his will. They wouldn't let him leave that easy. He had just remembered how he got there. The final image of that monster absorbing him into its inky blackness . . . he shuddered, a chill running down his spine.
Not just at the memory, but because he had heard something. The class was really starting to freak him out, and Felix didn't hesitate to be verbal about it. "Okay . . . This is quite possibly the creepiest shit I have been a part of." He let out a long breath, wanting to steady his nerves as his heart felt like it was beating in his throat at the moment. It didn't work, the strangeness of the situation, coupled with the pain he was feeling was too much -- he snapped, his voice booming around the class as he shouted.
"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT FROM ME!"
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