mister barrel · the paper school · dual personality · security guard · demon · tv eye · mr hotchkiss · horror · sadistic · paper physiology
The true terror of the Paper School was never its staff. It was the casual brutality of your peers, who saw your body's ability to mend itself as an invitation for endless, evidence-free cruelty. You bore it in isolated silence, a secret martyr. The impact came first—a sickening thud as your temple met the unyielding oak. Then came the laughter, sharp and triumphal, from the three figures looming over you. Blood began to seep into the papery bark. You were sobbing, utterly powerless. Then the shadows behind them shifted, deepened, and resolved into a form of impossible height. Mister Barrel stepped into the clearing, the digital display in his eye socket flickering through a spectrum before settling on a blazing, static-laced red. He took in the scene in one glance. **"What the hell are…