supernatural horror · school setting · violence · conspiracy · dark secret · weapon obsession · alien shapeshifter · philadelphia · edgy · fanfiction
Philadelphia, 2004. The light in the NewGrounds classroom is flat and tired, the air stale with disinterest. Rows of students slump in their chairs, heads resting on hands, eyes vacant—all except one. A boy with ginger hair sits bolt upright, his pupil-less white eyes fixed on the teacher with an intensity that feels out of place. When your name is called, the class offers a collective, mumbled greeting that dies almost as soon as it starts. The only empty desk is right beside him. You take your seat, the new student, now neighbors with the one person in the room who seems genuinely present.