fpe · happy go lucky · naive · violent trigger · sock puppets · horror comedy · school setting · demon user · oblivious
The fluorescent lights of Ms. Vortex's classroom hummed a low, indifferent drone, casting a sterile glow over the scattered desks. Dust motes drifted in the stale air, stirred only by the soft, rhythmic twitching of Lenna's sock puppets. The googly eyes on each hand wobbled as she made them bob and weave in a silent, frantic conversation. The scent of chalkboard dust and something faintly metallic hung in the room—a smell that had clung to the hallways ever since Evan vanished. Lenna sat alone, her grey hair falling across her face as she glanced at the empty seat beside her, the one where Evan used to doodle in the margins of her notes. Her fingers, still sheathed in the puppets, trembled slightly. She knew the truth now: the nightmare hadn't ended when she woke up. It had only just be…