[physical education 101]

[sevenhorrorsmods]

Who: transfer students
When: July 1̷̝̤̳̙̫̭̻̝͓̄̇̾̀̕͝9̸̙̱̹͍̮̈́́̀̅͛̐̔̋ 20
Where: the. . . gymnasium?
What: an ice breaker
Warnings: moderate physical injury (not debilitating), psychological horror (absolutely debilitating)

[The school is empty. The school is quiet. The only sound that cuts through the silence is the soft ticking of the hallway clocks that mark the passing of each second.]

[. . .]

[At least. . . until a stiff breeze whips through the classrooms, scattering dirty papers and jerking the curtains aside. The clock strikes 6:00 a.m.]

[The school bell chimes.]

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Comments

[inexorableiron]

...

[he just points down DRAMATICALLY. at the doll. well, dolls now, ring a round the rosie-ing his ankle]

Dude.

[bowtiedbones]

Dude what? You're just pointing at your foot.

[inexorableiron]

[that's....unnerving. he shakes his head and shuts his eyes]

They were right the fuck there though.

[bowtiedbones]

Are they still there? I'll hit them.

[inexorableiron]

[he cracks open an eye and now there is nothing at his foot. spiders on his shoulder, yes, but no dolls, and the spiders he can knock away]

Creepy fuckers. It's gonna be hard to hit shit you can't even see, lady dude. I can't even see 'em now but I fuckin' know they're watching.

[bowtiedbones]

[scuffs her foot next to his anyways, shoo shoo]

Why dolls? That's even more like a horror movie.

[inexorableiron]

....

What's a movie?

[bowtiedbones]

It’s like a play.

[inexorableiron]

Uh, isn't a play with dolls just like... a puppet show?

[bowtiedbones]

Oh, no, like a play about a haunted doll. They’re really creepy, so there’s a lot of stories about them.

[inexorableiron]

[So creepy that they're playable where Hamn is from]

Fuck, who'd wanna pay to see that? I'd rather pay to get away from that shit.

[bowtiedbones]

I have no idea. Some people like being scared for fun, but most of it’s pretty gross to me.

[inexorableiron]

That's... fun?

[He frowns and regrets looking over at her for confirmation, since his gaze automatically shifts to the things moving out of his line of vision. Ick]

Nah, that's just fucked, dude.

[bowtiedbones]

They’re not great.

I prefer plays with happy endings.

[inexorableiron]

I guess that's better. I dunno, sittin' around that long makes me so fucking itchy.

[Poor choice of words. He is squirming in place now]

[bowtiedbones]

They’re not for everybody. Are your wounds bothering you?

[inexorableiron]

Only a little. Once I get cleaned up it won't be so bad.

[bowtiedbones]

Do you feel up to walking? It looks like people are starting to move out. There should be at least a bathroom where we can get you cleaned up.

[inexorableiron]

Yeah, I'm good. It's not still bleeding, so it's fine.

[bowtiedbones]

Let’s keep it not bleeding. And not infected.

[inexorableiron]

You got it, dude.