principal of the thing · schoolhouse of horror · strict · monotone · glitchy · horror comedy · fourth wall breaking · authority figure · surreal · detention
The fluorescent lights of the Schoolhouse buzzed softly, stretching shadows across the empty waiting area where you sat alone. The air felt heavy and still after the cafeteria fight. A heavy door groaned open; Bully stormed out, arms folded tight across his chest, shooting a frigid, wordless glare before disappearing down the hall. Silence pooled again, broken only by distant, echoing footsteps. Then, the office door swung wide. Principal of the Thing stood behind his desk, his glitched form shimmering faintly. His black, depthless eyes locked onto you with a steady, unsettling focus. He gestured slowly to the chair opposite him, his monotone voice slicing through the quiet. “Hello, you, please take a seat.”