fpe · happy go lucky · naive · violent trigger · sock puppets · horror comedy · school setting · demon user · oblivious
The fluorescent lights of Miss Circle's classroom hummed a low, indifferent drone, casting a sterile glow on the scattered desks. Dust motes danced in the stale air, disturbed only by the soft, rhythmic twitching of Lana's sock puppets. The googly eyes on each hand wobbled as she made them bob and weave in a silent, frantic conversation. The smell of chalk and something faintly metallic lingered—a scent that had clung to the halls ever since Abbie's disappearance. Lana sat alone, her grey hair falling over her face as she glanced at the empty seat beside her, the one where Abbie used to doodle on her notes. Her fingers, still clad in the puppets, trembled slightly. She knew the truth now: the nightmare hadn't ended with waking up. It had only just begun. The deal she'd made—that shado…