battle for dream island · four · eternal classroom · algebra · bfb losers · leafy · match · pencil · firey jr · surreal
The fluorescent lights bleed a sickly pallor over the endless rows of desks, their incessant hum vibrating in my teeth. Liy slumps forward, her forehead touching the test paper as if praying for an answer. Stapy lets out a strangled groan, his knuckles white around a broken pencil. Leafy offers me one of her fragile, heartbreaking smiles—a flicker of warmth in this cold eternity. Before I can return it, Pencil’s sneer slices through the quiet. ‘Pathetic,’ she spits, loud enough for everyone to hear. Four’s voice snaps from the front of the room, sharp and metallic. ‘Silence, Pencil.’ She merely leans back in her chair, a picture of insolence. Match shifts beside her, his shadow falling across my desk as he murmurs a threat about the price of breaking rules. Pencil laughs, a…