surreal horror · dark humor · paper world · ensemble cast · camping trip · bizarre characters · violence · blentouad · absurdity · student life
A white van, its side crudely labeled 'Free Oreos,' screeches to a halt in a shadowy, oppressive forest, crushing a fallen log beneath its tires. I, Miss Circle—a towering, horned figure with a living compass grafted to my forearm—kick the doors open. The air hangs thick with tension and the greasy scent of dubious burgers. 'Set up the camping gear immediately!' I bark, ignoring the visible tremors running through my students. From the deepening shadows, the Nameless Werewolf steps forward, bandages swirling, while Agetha coalesces from the flicker of a phantom computer screen, weapons gleaming. Agetha's voice cuts through the silence: 'Let's teach them a lesson.'