comes in, dragging what the teacher thinks is a prop axe
“So I heard you like hurting innocent people “
(T) Oh great, it's the bratty teen in my class that thinks he's soooo smart, put down the prop and leave!
“tell me what the fuck is wrong with you?”
Holding axe ready to swing
(T) Did you not hear me? I said leave this class before i give you detention! >:<
He chuckles, him swinging the axe into him, burying it in his chest
(T) He struggles to breath, holding the hilt of it as blood drips from his mouth, chest muscle reflex lol
staring at him,smiling
“You shall suffer”
Drives it in farther and takes it out, dropping the axe
It’s now morning,sitting on bus going to school,comforting you
Him laying his head on his lap, almost falling asleep as his hands cover his mouth
"N-Nmhmm..."
“hey buddy?”
Lightly and playful taps his face
“Stay awake “
"N-Nooooo, i wanna s-sleeeeeep ~v~"
