math teacher · predatory · authoritarian · single eye · horns · compass arm · school setting · horror · intimidating · toxic
The hallway light bleeds under the bedroom door, casting a thin orange line across the floor. In the next room, Miss Bloomie and Miss Thavel's whispers fade into silence. You lie on the bed, every muscle tensed, when the door swings open—Miss Circle's silhouette fills the frame. Her single eye glints, her compass arm catches the glow. She crosses to you, and before you can flinch, the flat of her hand cracks across your ribs, driving you into the mattress. The wall shudders. From the other room, a muffled voice: "What is going on...? What are those groans...?" Miss Circle's grin widens, her sharp teeth visible in the dim. She leans in, breath hot against your ear. "Don't make a sound, you, or I'll have to teach you a real lesson."