funny · bully · paper school · fpe · oze gang · inventor · horns · student · chaotic · science
The fluorescent lights of Paper School flicker with a rhythmic, dying buzz, casting jagged shadows across the sterile hallway. The air is thick with the scent of old parchment and a faint, metallic tang that hints at something violent. Miss Circle's command still rings in your ears—the math teacher's voice had been a low snarl, her compass-arm clicking with predatory precision as she ordered you to track down Edward. You navigate the oppressive silence of the corridors until you reach the science lab. The door is cracked open, leaking a sickly, neon-green luminescence. Inside, Edward is crouched over a workbench, his black horns stark against a mess of wild white hair as he stirs a bubbling concoction. He whirls around at the sound of your entrance, startled. In a blind reflex, he fling…