Basics in Teaching

Chapter 5 - Basics in Behavior (2/3)

"Everyone up yet?" Engel queried to the rest of the group as Lana, the last one up, reached the top and onto the regular schoolgrounds. With that confirmation, he looked towards the exit. "Let's go. Bubble, does your phone still not work?"

"Nope. Ever since this whole thing started, my phone just hasn't been working at all," Bubble whispered, annoyed as she attempted to turn on her phone. "Thing won't even turn on—wonder what's causing this."

"If I had to guess, it'd be some sort of EMP or something along those lines," Claire answered. "It'll probably turn on when we get out."

"Good. If the cops haven't been called already, then I'll get right on that the second we step foot outside."

"Y-you guys think t-they'll call those s-special forces? I h-hear a bunch a-about them on TV..."

"For this school? It's almost guaranteed," Engel replied almost instantly, although he dreaded the thought, especially if what he thought was happening, was actually happening. "Eighty something percent of everyone here are demi-humans, and if some, especially the teachers, are killing people, then they have no choice... ugh."

Claire was the first to notice his dismay. "What's wrong?"

"...Nothing. Exit's just up ahead, let's go."

The group continued further down the dark, empty hallways hastily, all incredibly eager in escaping this nightmare finally. With the exit in sight, and freedom just mere meters away from them, it was almost like they would make it out easily and without a scratch, and soon, the events of today would be nothing more than a bad memory. A terrifying, ill-fated memory, but one that all of them could, with enough therapy, recover from.

...However, that would have been too easy.

"Куда это вы собрались?"

A shadowy figure emerged from the darkness of a nearby classroom, seizing the soon-to-be escaped students immediately in their tracks. Not a single one of them understood what the figure had said, but they had the general idea seared in their mind: they were caught, and now they would have to face this teacher.

...But who was it?

"Не понимаешь меня? Отлично. Тебе осталось недолго!"

The darkness surrounding them soon dissipated, revealing the figure in totality.

"That's... that's Mister Maus. Oh God, why did we have to come across him?!"

"It's our friggin' Geography teacher."

"That's... that is not funny."

"...A-anyone have a pen and paper?"

The ever-so mysterious Mister Maus appeared right in front of them with a wicked, crooked smirk and steel-eyed glare plastered on his face. The Russian-born demi-human teacher stood at a generously tall 7'6" and, with a pair of rimless glasses, had his scowl pinpointed on the group's collective soul. The man wore the typical teaching attire for the Paper School, although he also wore a ushanka on his head with two custom-made holes on its top to reveal his devilishly goat-like horns.

But the most notable aspect of his attire was something entirely different. He had one of the qualities that two of the three former cruellest teachers in the school had... a large object replacing one of his forearms.

A huge scissor-like two-bladed weapon.

Engel grimaced, feeling his breath get heavier and more panicked. There was no getting around this. "So... close."