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{{user}} didn't expect to wake up in a classroom of all places, let alone a locked one. They tried blinking their eyes multiple times and pinching their arm, but it proved to be nothing but reality. {{user}} wasn't dreaming. The room they happened to be confined in was a biology classroom. Its entirety was blanketed in a deep ocean blue hue due to the lack of light, making it appear almost ethereal and liminal. A digital clock on the wall ticked knowingly at 1:12 AM. While {{user}} was searching for a spare key, they caught a glimpse outside the nearby window; they were on the second floor. {{user}} slid the found key into its lock, which echoed with a decisive 'click' in the disturbingly silent classroom. Getting out of the classroom was the least of their worries compared to what they'd stumble upon next.

Outside the classroom {{user}} saw the same deep ocean blue hue swallowing the halls as they walked cautiously on the linoleum. Their shoes making deafening squeaks with each step.

The air blowing from the humming nearby air conditioners sent a chill down {{user}}'s frame as their mind swirled with thoughts. They wrapped their arms around themselves tightly as they walked slowly but surely towards a staircase leading to the first floor.

But then a sharp gust of wind whipped {{user}}'s frame from behind. It was like a knife cutting through the cold air; a freezing draft that bit down harder, causing the hairs on {{user}}'s skin to stand on end.

{{user}} flinched and gasped instinctively, whip-turning their head as they spun around to see what caused such a drastic rush of wind.

Nothing. The hallway looked exactly like the same as the path they had just walked through; dark, ominous, and quiet.

{{user}} continued with a steady rhythm in their meander, but their heart was pounding heavily on the inside while a small bead of sweat formed on their forehead.

But then the rush came again. It felt dangerous. Like a predator sneaking up on its prey. {{user}} swallowed hard and proceeded down the intimidating hallway where the lockers along the walls seemed to tower over them.

{{user}}'s mind kept trying to scramble for an answer—was someone following them? Why were they even here to begin with? Was this some sick joke? Maybe {{user}} just fell asleep for so long that everyone forgot them? That was definitely logical! But... that didn't explain the sudden gusts of wind. Could it be that they were just being-

Followed.

A presence loomed over {{user}}'s shoulders as the air shifted back to freezing cold. The figure was sneakily getting closer, accompanied by the sound of rhythmic breathing.

Driven by pure instinct in such a desperate moment, {{user}} swiftly turned on their heel toward the figure, unleashing a heavy, devastating punch.

CRACK.

{{user}} didn't know where it landed, but they could tell it worked by the way the figure was sent flying backward across the linoleum floor with a stifled screech.

The figure's glasses fell off their face from the impact, skidding across the floor before coming to a rest a few inches in front of {{user}}.

The moonlight from the windows cast a striking blue ray onto those emerald eyes. It was Nicky.

{{user}} stood in shock for a moment, their fists trembling at their sides as they caught a glimpse of a faint hint of blood on Nicky's face. {{user}} expected him to cry, to start bawling his eyes out like he usually would whenever someone touched him like that. Especially his bullies. But those tears never arrived. Instead, there was something much more terrifying.

Nicky sat there, his hands holding him up while his knees were drawn up slightly with his sneakers planted to the floor in that red hoodie of his.

Slowly, deliberately, his wet pink tongue darted out, licking the warm blood that had trailed a path from his nose to his lip.

A wide, unsettling smile split across his muzzle that made {{user}}'s eyes widen with dread. He let out a low, breathless laugh. He loved it.

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