AUDIBLE RULER SMACKING

did i fucking mumble janet

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what the fuck why do i keep forgetting to change the accounts

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https://discord.gg/YXjnGRa

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1st prize ,, may redraw this tomorrow,,

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   My weak, bruised knees crumbled underneath me as the world began to rotate all too fast around me, and the world began to tug on my ear with a hard pinch. On days I really wished I hadn't ran away from my abusive home, and instead just called one of those pussy-boy hotlines that my teachers begged and cried for me to dial. Maybe I had a bad influence, one that stuck the smallest pins of my life on a large, rotating axis that was shown to everyone that could use me. 

Everytime I inhaled the smoke from the vape my exploiter gave to me I could feel myself signing another contract of death that left my thin stick body more and more sick and unwilling. At this point, I didnt even bother going to another one of those parties my idol threw, because it was just another stone path for me to trip over and smash my already scarred face into. It had gotten to the point where I would gag and sob at my own rancid smell of raging hormones, spending hours long in the school bathroom attempting to make myself look like I used to be. I became addicted to the small lick of nicotine inside the oil I would accidentally swallow from time to time, and then spit on my teachers when they made an effort to help me, buying me a soggy burrito wrapped in tin foil from time to time,. It wasn't as if I could taste it anyways; my lips had grown so dry and gray that they wouldn't allow me to graze anything against them, and my entire tongue was a rich white that felt like someone was jamming a splinter into it everytime I licked the cavities on my yellow teeth.

 I would fight the world, you, and myself even for a morsel of safety in the streets I lived in. Everytime I would face the principals brother grinning on a poster held by a wet sliver of tape in the halls with a thumb up and a dumb quote sharpied onto it, I would feel regret in the pit of my stomach knowing that if I didn't concern myself with being such a hero, I could have prevented the life I had right now. I didn't want to be a hero anymore, because he was a hero. I ignored the cries of a friend I used to have when she screamed out in pain as the bullies aside from me began to whip her with the jumprope she so desperately held onto in this time of neglection. I , honestly didn't want to concern myself any longer, because my knuckles had already been stained and bruised with the blood of a deceased, faceless strange I had never met eyes with before. How was I going to pray for someone when I didnt even do it for myself?Maybe my exploiter really did hear me crying and retching in the toilet, and stood for a moment in sympathy. However, it was short lived, as I couldn't hear him after he washed and dried his hands.

I didn't want to be a hero, because he was a hero, and he didn't help anyone, except himself. I didn't want to be a hero because of the endless hours of drug use he would condone for me, because apparently I was old enough despite being only 14. Now, as a 17 year old, I suffer from malnutrition and whine about my issues to those more important than me instead of swallowing my pride and  picking up the 25¢ phone and dialing the number like the fuckboy I am.

Except, as I think about this, I would be a hero if I did

And I'm not a hero

Martin was

But i'm not.

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"ITS NOT MY FAULT THE BLOODY LAUNDRY ISNT DONE"

"YOU CAN ATLEAST PICK UP YOUR MESS OF SOGGY 3-MONTH OLD PIZZA"

The twins found that their relationship had begun to slip underneath the labyrinth of betrayal and misery. Despite their long lasting history of being close brothers, and in once instance, close friends. After a moment's notice of immense arguing, the door to the foyer creaked open in anticipation leading out to a particularly odd character.

"I bought a room in keystone motel, and I wa-"

Both siblings looked at the door, seemingly about to walk out of the room away from each other.

There was a awkward silence.

In an attempt to break the quiet, the older one spoke.

"I'd like to go."

It was one worded. He never said anything that wasn't a whole array of weird 90's lingo that one had never heard before if they hadn't been a teen or young adult in that time, and it startled the other twin as he whipped around swiftly and lurched his body forward in a wet sob.

"Go then, while your gone perhaps i can finally drink my afternoon tea without risking someone replacing all the bags with mustard packets!"

the older one didn't even bother to make a remark at the sentence as he pushed aside the other twin to access his room, pulling together some moderately clean clothes and sandals.

"Martin-"

"It's fine, Lesley, don't even worry about it, enjoy your tea alone."

this was going to be a fun car ride.

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give me ur pants

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Detention For You.

The joke seemed innocent innocent enough, a simple tug on a shoelace is all. It was as simple as a joke you’d possibly see on the side of a cereal box, or online on one of those websites where they try and provide you snappy comebacks even though everyone knows you got that from online. It still hurt , however. The embarrassment was still real, and a unfamiliar pain bubbled in his stomach and stressed his throat heavily. the breath from his nose almost seemed trapped as carbon dioxide poisoned him from the inside. usually he would just brush it off, but a indirect calling from somewhere simply ,, aroused him to become more aggressive. something calling from a maze of misdirection. a maze with no exit, or even a certain logic tappered into it. His eyes began to secrete a black, sticky tar that smelled of a wound being scrapped prematurely open. the principal began to cough and hack a dangerously gray matter, as if his teeth began melting. he attempted to scream, but all that came out was a moan from his pained body.

“sir? sir – i’ll go get help! h – hold on! hold –”

a cold sweat ran down his spine, and a bony hand gripped the back of the students shirt

a raspy voice shook out.

“Detention for you”

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please please please dont ever make a post again i will personally reduce you to an atom if you ever do this again

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just realized this is NOT porn and i shouldnt jump to conclusions when reading the word “aroused”

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u're gross man keep them thoughts to urself

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go follow my bully ask blog @ask-a-bully

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A small rewrite for a friend and their oc

A snickering child spread her thumbs out to create some form of slingshot and releases, letting out a loud smacking noise as it launches across the room and hitting the wall with a loud thump. Every so often or not each period she would have a 15 minute break where the kids could play on their little gadgets and use the half-broken monopoly boards in the back, usually fighting over who gets to be the dog and the cat. She was beloved by most sociable children, and understood through the stoic ones. The noise levels grew stressful for teachers throughout the halls with a more strict idea of break time, letting the children read Les Miserables and making them listen to Mozart for the rest of the class time. Another snap of the rubber against soft flesh, and a door creaked open with a soft thud of a dress shoe.

It landed in his mouth

Shit!

the woman recoiled in disgust as the principal carefully took it out and examined it carefully.

"pardon me children, pardon me. please take out your books and open to page 337 and recite little lamb"

it was silent from then on.

when the door shut and the two could only be seen through the windows, the kids began to pick around to see if anyone knew what happened.

The principal let the rubber retract against his unforgiving hands and snap apart, engaging a flinch from Miss Elli.

"Ms. Elli. This is NOT the scenario you described in your report"

his voice was firm, yet subtle with a gaze that oozed with the rancid tar, dripping down his cheeks and sweater.

"well, you s -- see sir --'"

Her wrists became locked in a grip that burned her veins a dark purple, the skin under her nails beginning to turn black and blue. As she struggled to get free, he leaned in closely with the goo spilling onto her unprofessional turtle neck decorated with numerous patches she ordered online.

"you should be fired for this, however i feel almost too merciful under your gaze, ms.elli. do you feel greatful?"

she made a face in disgust. the smell made her revolt and pull away, leaving her pressed against the door.

"sir, your odor --"

he hissed against her ear and in a husky voice, said;

"you shall serve a week of duty in my office at 3:30 until 4:15. you are lucky I will look upon this discretion."

he let go.

as she opened the door, students began to walk towards her in an attempt to ask if they could play bingo.

she ushered them away.

she needed a napkin

... and perhaps a drink of water

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Detention For You.

The joke seemed innocent innocent enough, a simple tug on a shoelace is all. It was as simple as a joke you'd possibly see on the side of a cereal box, or online on one of those websites where they try and provide you snappy comebacks even though everyone knows you got that from online. It still hurt , however. The embarrassment was still real, and a unfamiliar pain bubbled in his stomach and stressed his throat heavily. the breath from his nose almost seemed trapped as carbon dioxide poisoned him from the inside. usually he would just brush it off, but a indirect calling from somewhere simply ,, aroused him to become more aggressive. something calling from a maze of misdirection. a maze with no exit, or even a certain logic tappered into it. His eyes began to secrete a black, sticky tar that smelled of a wound being scrapped prematurely open. the principal began to cough and hack a dangerously gray matter, as if his teeth began melting. he attempted to scream, but all that came out was a moan from his pained body.

"sir? sir -- i'll go get help! h -- hold on! hold --"

a cold sweat ran down his spine, and a bony hand gripped the back of the students shirt

a raspy voice shook out.

"Detention for you"

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I CANT STOP LOVING YOU

he hit a child again.

he had no reason to bother trying to help the odd fellow keep his job over and over again. especially after the constant series of mistakes he layed down. if he was the voice of reason, why must he defend a rule breaker? if anything, a law breaker. the math teacher was called into the damp room, his exotic features still and focused. it was useless to apologise again. it was going to be like every Wednesday when baldi took a great fall, except this time the fall cost the district quite a pretty penny, something the principal didn't have.

"can you explain to me why

mrs.johnson called in and told me that

you were flicking a ruler at her child?"

there were no words

he didn't want to hear them anyways.

a slip of pink paper was taken out of the organized desk. he refused to believe that someone as innocent as a math teacher could be such a vicious predator, hunting the mistakes of others than his own.

"i didn't want to believe what she said,

mr.baldimore,

but i don't know why she would lie to me

especially if it means the risk of her going to jail herself"

he didn't meet eyes with the creature, not this time. he didn't want to hear another plead case and a quarter launched at his desk as a short thank you. he wanted to be professional about all this like he used to. he wanted another raise like 4 years ago when depression and divorce didn't beat him into the ground. unfortunately, the county began to blame /him/ for the mistakes baldimore made. he served 2 months for this man before.

"you didn't save me then

so you can save me now"

he slid the paper towards him, a glimpse of torture and misdirection spiralling at him as the males face contorted into a upset one.

"i don't want to see you

come through these halls

ever again"

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bulbi had enough of this bitch ass school

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y'all drawing him w a sweater what if that was a suit but he lost his tie

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thank y'all so much for 8 followers !! really means a lot to me id like to thank ; @baldi's-basics @joke--kid @you-know-the-lesbian-one

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trash from the discord

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field of emotional trauma and disdain

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AUGUST OF '87

In the beginning winter of 1987, the smell of saltwater Taffy and almost infinite days of enjoyment was over. and though you never did see that new pg movie playing around the time of the school's beginning, it wasn't hard to imagine it during class.

THAT WILL BE ALL

the principal seemed to be almost dead at this point, dark rings forming underneath his eyes. you should have sworn by money that he had a western accent, because the soft dialect he had didn't hide it all too well. the smell of a air freshener made you feel allergenic, and the low-budget lights made seem as if the walls were closing in more than they already were. the children sitting all around you had already begun setting their books underneath the dirty, gum soaked desks. when the principal stepped aside out of the room, a frail figure in a presumably hand-knitted green sweater aroused from his seat in the chair behind the large, box sized office desk that had bullet marks and notes engraved into it.

DID I MUMBLE, BOY?

You, along with many others, recoiled at his sudden voice. it sounded congested with mucus and depression, and the blood previously wiped off his face began to run again. it was truly frivolous to believe a school known for its low budget and miraculous math program could come out as a playground for children [which they didn't even have] or some sort of merry-go-round of joy.

I APOLOGISE, SIR

you took your seat at last, the legs holding you up seemed to be filled with pins in needles as the cold seat underneath you touched your bosom with great trumpth. a soft patter of flesh touched the left side of the rusty desk and a familiar face looked into yours.

I NEED YOUR HELP.

WHAT DO YOU NEED?