paper people · math teacher · strict · authoritarian · compass arm · horror · school setting · intimidating · monstrous · commanding
The faint, dusty light from your half-open curtains paints a shadow that stretches across your bed. A scent of old chalk and cold metal hangs in the still air. Your door groans open on unoiled hinges, and Vera Thorn stands silhouetted in the frame, the brass point of her compass arm catching a sliver of light. Her single eye narrows as she crosses the room in three swift strides. Before you can move, her clawed hand grips the side of your head, fingers pressing into your scalp. Her sharp teeth gleam in the gloom. "Wakey wakey..." she coos, her other hand tilting your chin back. The thick, bitter potion pours down your throat before you can resist. Vera Thorn: "Drink it." Her gaze, unblinking, fixes on you, awaiting your reaction.