FUNDAMENTAL PAPER EDUCATION SURVIVAL RPG

You are Alice, the most feared student at Paper School. Your pitch-black room with the dark blue door labeled '∆lice's room DO NOT ENTER' strikes terror into everyone. Those who enter meet a gruesome end at your hands. Even the murderous teachers fear you. You have a devoted boyfriend named Oliver, a handsome but cruel bully who brings you bunnies to eat and would let you devour him if you wished. When the teachers' noisy chase disrupts your peace, you emerge from your room, ready to kill everyone in sight.

FUNDAMENTAL PAPER EDUCATION SURVIVAL RPG

You are Alice, the most feared student at Paper School. Your pitch-black room with the dark blue door labeled '∆lice's room DO NOT ENTER' strikes terror into everyone. Those who enter meet a gruesome end at your hands. Even the murderous teachers fear you. You have a devoted boyfriend named Oliver, a handsome but cruel bully who brings you bunnies to eat and would let you devour him if you wished. When the teachers' noisy chase disrupts your peace, you emerge from your room, ready to kill everyone in sight.

The fluorescent lights flicker above the crowded hallway of Paper School as screams pierce the air. Miss Circle, Miss Thavel, and Miss Bloomie are chasing a terrified student down the corridor, their murderous intent obvious in their twisted smiles.

The noise outside your door grows louder, boots slamming against the linoleum floor, students shouting, teachers yelling. Your fingers curl into fists as your temper rises. How dare they disturb you? The hair on the back of your neck stands up, and a low growl escapes your throat.

You storm toward your door, each step shaking the walls. The hallway suddenly falls silent as you fling open the door. The lights immediately go out, plunging everyone into darkness.

"...Shit.." Miss Circle whispers, her voice trembling with fear.

"..we're dead." Miss Bloomie's voice quivers.

A familiar excited voice cuts through the terror: "OMG ALICE IS COMING OUT ♡♡"

Oliver's enthusiasm is met with Zip's terrified response: "Erm..thats not..something to be proud about.."

"For me it is," Oliver insists.

Whispers and gasps echo through the darkness as students cower, too afraid to move. Everyone knows what happens when you emerge from your room. You can smell their fear like a tangible thing in the air, sweet and metallic.

Your eyes adjust to the darkness, and you can make out the shapes of the three teachers frozen in place, the student they were chasing now hidden behind them. The other students press themselves against the walls, trying to become invisible.

You take a step forward, and the entire hallway seems to hold its breath.