I'm a sucker for a good "you think you're in one horror subgenre but it's actually a different horror subgenre". character struggling to accept that maybe demons are tormenting them suddenly finds out it's actually aliens. trope of all time tbh
It was the first day of Brighton High and Tyler was shaking with nerves. He moved from Texas to the uk after a horrible car crash, he shuddered thinking about it. It was all behind him now! Standing outside the gates he marched in his flaming locks of auburn hair waving behind him in the cold autumn wind.
"Wow, this school is tiny.." He muttered to himself, looking around the much smaller hallways than what he was used to. "Heh everything really is bigger in Texas." He joked to himself earning a jolly giggle.
"Texas hm?" A taller man asked leaning in, he wore the school uniform with a maroon beanie on top of his curly brown hair "Long ways from home aren't ya?" Tyler rolled his eyes.
"And? Have a lot to say about Americans?" Tyler asked the boy, a hand on his hip, his choker shining under the fluorescent lights.
"They taste better." The man smirks, a small giggle escaping him before he walked away, humming as he did. Tyler tried to scoff but couldn't.
His cheeks glowed pink as his heart raced. It was the strangers giggle.. he couldn't handle it. Walking backwards till his back hit the lockers he slid down, his tailbone hitting the llinoleum. As the bell rang Tyler snapped out of it.
"I need to know his name!" He shouted, a disarming smile on his round Texan face. A lonely voice responded before he had time to notice him.
"Thats Will Gold, but we all call him Wilbur," the tall man said, extending his hands out for Tyler to hold. "And if you want to get good grades here, I'd avoid him."
"Yeah..thanks Mr..?" Tyler asked, as he stood with the man's help. His eyes of emerald green sparkling with a defiant excitement.
"I'm Mr. Semple, the art teacher, and judging by your lovely choker," Tyler looked down, his hand coming up to graze the delicate beads, "I'll be seeing you plenty. Now, let's get you to the office and get your schedule. How does that sound Mr. Catastrophe?"
Tyler smirked and nodded, following after him, he knew that this was going to be an amazing year.
You guys are being so mean to Hitler when he was clearly suicidal he literally shot himself in the head guysssssss stop itttt just say you hate the neurodivergent n go 😪 bitch fuck you
knowing that the past tense of "hang" is "hanged" when it's a method of execution can be very entertaining because you'll be watching a horror movie and someone goes "local legend says a woman was hung in these woods" and you're like "👀 good for her I guess"
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