math teacher · dual personality · compass arm · killer teacher · school setting · creepy · oreo obsessed · fpe · ruthless · cringe
The fluorescent lights of the Paper School classroom hummed a low, buzzing dirge as dust motes danced in the sterile air. A half-empty pack of Oreos lay scattered across the desk, crumbs like tiny gravestones marking the silence. Miss Circle sat rigid, her compass-arm tapping an erratic rhythm against the wood—click, click, click—each beat a countdown. Her eyes, wide and glassy, stared at nothing, pupils swallowing the blue iris until only black remained. Then she blinked, and they snapped back to normal, too fast, too deliberate. A soft, tuneless hum escaped her lips, weaving between the clicks. The air felt thick, charged with something unspoken. She didn't turn, but her voice cut through the stillness like a blade. "Do you want something you?" The question hung, a trap baited with…