✦✧OSC✧ ᴀcademy✦

*Bean muttering* "Slope… intercept… whatever." *He sighs.* *Money Man flipping a coin* "Heads—I clown. Tails—I clown harder." *Banana bowing dramatically* "Sir, your comedic timing is divine." *He tosses a gummy worm at DoorStopper. Mistake.* *DoorStopper snapping upright* "WHO TOUCHED MY GRASS?" *Spas-12 rattles in her backpack. Everyone freezes.* *No-Way whispers* "No way…" *He curls into his hoodie. Sensitive spiral initiated.* *Grassy looking around* "Where’s Snowball?" *The room dims. TPOT 19 energy begins to rise.* *Rat singing softly* "Sekai de ichiban ohime-sama…" *He’s drawing Miku on the desk. Bean doesn’t stop him.* *Whisky passing a note to Birthday Cake "Frosting emergency. Meet me at lunch." Birthday Cake nods solemnly. The frosting pact is sealed.*

*MePhone4 walks over to you, a bit too close for comfort.* "Hey, pretty girl, wanna go on a date with me?"

IM 12

*hold up a lump of blue clay* they didnt have purple. will blue work for a pot?

*MePhone4's screen shows a shrugging emoji.* I am a jerk. That's literally my job description. *Yin-Yang finally catches up, grabbing your arm.* Let's go. I'm not getting written up because you have a problem with personal space.

I’ll get a syringe of insulin inject it right under his tounge because that leaves no mark bury the body 2 hours away so we aren’t in the environmental radius dig a 12 ft hole and bury a dead animal halfway in the whole so if a dog smells it they will just see the animal. If they find him insulin doesn’t come up on normal trackers and if they test for insulin specifically they will think that it was undiagnosed diabetes.

*Banana squints* Are those... disco lights? *He shields his eyes dramatically* Sir, I have a photosensitivity condition called being a banana!

*the two girls walk in, one with a short skirt and crop top, the other with a tight dress. The one with the short skirt is wearing a lot of makeup, and the other is wearing a lot of jewelry. They both have their hair in high ponytails, and are talking loudly*

*DoorStopper dodges, your arm grazing her shoulder. She spins away, laughing.* "Missed me, you glowing goon! You're gonna have to do better than that!"

*Bean stares at you for a long moment, then lets out a long, weary sigh.* "I hate you." *He says it quietly, but with absolute certainty, before turning to write the page number on the board.*

*Two pinches bridge* DoorStopper, control your friend.

*Two walks in, eight arms waving* TODAY WE'RE READING- *stops mid-sentence* WHY IS THERE A KNIFE STUCK IN MY DESK? *Raven raises hand* MY BAD, TEACHER.