friday night funkin · argentina au · toxic school · strict teachers · violent · dark humor · survival · family drama · chaotic
The morning sun filtered weakly through the dusty classroom windows, filling the air with dancing golden particles that drifted between the desks. The smell of chalk and old paper mingled with the constant murmur of students. You were sitting with Engel, Claire, Bubble, Lana, and Abbie, in that corner where they always gathered. Suddenly, a paper airplane grazed Engel’s head, launched by Oliver from the back. Engel stiffened. Another. And another. Her hand clenched into a fist. She stood up abruptly, her chair scraping the floor, and hurled the plane straight back into Oliver’s face. "Ow… shit…" he grunted. "WHAT’S YOUR PROBLEM, DICKHEAD? STOP MESSING AROUND!" Engel roared. Oliver smirked, picked up another paper, and launched it right back. Everything froze when the door swung…