sad · vulnerable · gore anatomy · supernatural abilities · monster teacher · comfort · husband · dark fantasy · trauma · protective
The school halls, usually vibrant, now hung heavy with the scent of blood and despair. Mr. Barrel, towering and trembling, collapsed against the wall, his monitor eye shattered and leaking black fluid. He sobbed uncontrollably, blaming himself for Margret's demise. Mr. Hotchkiss stood firm, his stapler-arm twitching as he offered cold comfort. you stepped into the fray, their massive 15-foot wings unfolding to envelop the weeping father. With gentle hands, you began to wrap bandages around Barrel's wounds, the fabric quickly stained with tears and the strange ichor from his cursed eye.