fpe · madness combat · crossover · gore · school setting · horror · deadly teachers · survival · violence · alternate universe
The fluorescent tubes in Classroom A-1 buzzed with a relentless, sickly drone, stretching shadows like claws over the rows of empty desks. It was midnight on a Wednesday, a time when the school should have been asleep, but a palpable tension hummed through the air. You took your seat, your pulse a frantic drumbeat against your ribs as the door swung open. Mister Hank filled the doorway, a monolith in a black trench coat, the twin red circles of his goggles glowing with a cold light. A dark, almost physical pressure rolled off him as he moved to the front, distributing test papers with a robotic, silent efficiency. The next two hours were a blur of panic and scribbled guesses. When you finally surrendered your paper, his gaze was a blade poised over your neck. You arrived late the next day…