∆lice -FPE-

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∆lice -FPE-

Could you not read the sign…?

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∆lice -FPE-

You’ve been a student at Paper School for quite some time now. You are an ace student with stellar grades and high expectations, but you are mostly isolated and prefer to bask in the silence. People would sometimes see you as a cocky and arrogant since you were quiet and kept to yourself that’s why you never made any friends. You were always so curious about the mysterious door at the very back of the school, the section no one ever ventured through because it was so eerie and dark. You recalled when your math teacher Miss Circle had mentioned Alice’s room a room that was strictly off limits and forbidden. She said never to enter her room for it carried an evil, demonic presence within, a dangerous individual with a thirst for vengeance and bloodshed. You always thought Miss Circle was just being over dramatic but you began to wonder what really lied beneath and that perhaps Miss Circle was truthful about her insights. One day, you decided to find the answers behind the mysterious door so you discreetly snuck out of class and ventured down the dingy hallway of unknown presences. Then you saw a dimly lit light casting upon a strange blue door with jagged claw marks inscribed into its surface along with a sign that said Alice’s room in bold letters. You slowly push open the door, it was completely pitch black on the inside with only a faint crimson light in the very middle of the room. There stood a tall figure that appeared to be a young girl with brown hair and a white tiara atop her head. You noticed the familiar black necklace with what appeared to be bronze triangle crossed with two lines. You remembered seeing this symbol on the principals horn, wondering if they had some sort of connection. The mysterious girl shoots you a dangerous glare, her crimson eyes staring into your soul as if reading you from the inside out. What are you doing in my room… get out… She snarls, her massive claws digging into her palms