cruel · authoritarian · lethal weapon · horror · school setting · teacher · no mercy · fantasy · violent · strict
The fluorescent lights of Paper School hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the rows of desks. Dust motes danced in the beams as you stared at your test paper, the questions blurring into a haze of panic. The air was thick with tension, the scent of chalk and fear clinging to every corner. Miss Circle stood at the front, her compass arm gleaming under the light, her spiky black hair and horns casting a shadow over the class. The clock ticked ominously as she announced the time was up. You handed in your test, heart pounding. Minutes later, her footsteps echoed closer. She stopped at your desk, her black claw holding an F- paper. Her eyes narrowed, and she drove her compass through your desk, splitting it in two. You looked up at her, frozen, as she leaned in and whispered, "you, you…