#ms. pomp

[whoever-this-creature-is]

Did sum quick sketches of Ms. Pomp cuz I'm bored

[askisolatebaldiandothers]

Does the Principal know why they are isolated?

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[whoever-this-creature-is]

Finally I'm starting to get a lil used to draw Ms. Pomp now.

Ngl it's easier drawing her actual form instead of the human one

[whoever-this-creature-is]

I was scrolling on pinterest today at school, and I saw this cool dress, so I had the urge to draw Ms. Pomp with that because I had the thought that it would actually fit on her. Now I guess it looked way better in my mind, but neither this came out bad.

There's the dress, idk what it's called, but it looks really cool and of course, the first thought that I had was Ms. Pomp, yk why.

[whoever-this-creature-is]

Doodles 4 @ferkaartz3

:3

[whoever-this-creature-is]

(Don't ask em why i made their bodies like sum fking my little pony—)

Idea not mine btw

[the-artist5917]

Staff reference sheets 🥰

[the-artist5917]

The Anniversary Fun Times

No triggers? :(

Baldi sat in the cafeteria at one of the tables. He was looking up at the giant cake that sat in the middle of the large room. He wondered how someone got it in here in the first place. Why would someone even bake a large cake? How does someone even do that???

Baldi sighed and shook his head. He learned a long time ago to stop asking questions about logic…

At least the designs on the cake looked nice. It was a bit plain, but it still looked nice. The large candle on top made Baldi wonder if the whole thing would collapse. He chuckled at the thought. Gotta Sweep would have the worst time cleaning that mess…

“Hiya Baldi!” Alex greeted, sliding into the space beside his best friend. “Woah! Dude that cake is huge! Who made that?”

Baldi shrugged. “I never thought to ask anyone. Whoever it is, they make it every year.”

Alex’s usually sharp eyes were wide with wonder as he gazed up at the giant cake in front of their table. “Imagine having to bake something like that every year…”

The two didn’t say anything else as they looked up at the cake together. Baldi took the time to look back over the things that took place this day many years back. He tilted his head. Now that he thought about it, something strange always happened…

Last year, when Player blew out the candle, the whole school went dark. Baldi searched his memory, but he couldn’t recall what happened after that…He did remember waking up in the principle’s office after...

Baldi noticed that people were starting to trickle into the cafeteria. Playtime was dancing around Bully, who was just ignoring her with his eyes glued to his phone, and Johnny and player were chatting to one another. First prize, Cloudy Copter, and Mrs. Pomp were also talking to one side too. Dr. Reflex and Principle entered the room together, holding each other's hand.

Baldi felt a bit confused. He wondered why they looked so on edge…He shrugged. It wasn’t any of his business. He drifted between conversations listening to anything interesting he could catch.

“Come on Bully! Let’s play!!”

“Every time he always gets me! I don’t know what I’m doing wrong!!”

“Don’t you remember when First Prize came?”

“It’s okay Reflex…All we have to do is wait for everyone to get here, then Player will blow out the candle, and then we can go back to your office.” Principle’s voice was so gentle that Baldi had a hard time picking it out through the other conversations.

Baldi looked in their direction. He was just in time to catch Reflex’s hand tighten around Principle’s arm.

“Did we have to come here…? We could have just stayed in my office…” Reflex responded in the same quiet voice.

“It’s tradition. It won’t be too bad, silly.”

Baldi thought that Reflex didn’t look convinced. The math teacher felt a little concerned about the two, but he couldn’t summon the courage to go up and talk to them. Him and Principle tended to avoid each other, and Baldi barely saw Reflex. He had the feeling that he tried his best to dodge around him whenever he could.

He knew why, he wasn’t stupid. He just thought he would have gotten over it…

Baldi mentally punched himself in the gut. Of course he wasn’t over it. He had suffered a lot because of his mistakes. He preferred not to think about it…

“I think that’s everyone,” Alex’s voice nearby startled Baldi. He looked around the room, and sure enough, everyone was here. “You might as well start everything now, Mr. Baldimore.” 

Baldi took a deep breath before standing and getting out of his seat. As he did, the room fell silent. The math teacher felt suddenly nervous. He hadn’t done this in his right mind in a while…He shook himself and walked over to Player, leading them to the platform in front of the giant cake.

“Go on, blow out the candle.”

Player glanced around the room before standing onto the platform. As they did, it began to rise up, matching the height of the candle. Baldi watched them, anticipating the lights going out.

Player took the deep breath and blew out the flame.

…

Nothing happened.

Baldi sighed in relief as everyone began to clap and cheer. The platform began descending again.

“Aw yeah!!” Bully exclaimed, running toward the giant cake. “Cake time!!”

Everyone laughed at his words. Baldi pulled out his ruler from his pocket and began cutting into the large cake. Mrs. Pomp came up beside him, holding paper plates.

Baldi felt content, cutting slices and setting them on the plate and watching the happiness on everyone’s face as they got their slice. Everyone settled around the cafeteria, eating their piece, talking and joking with one another.

“Hey…Can I have a slice for me and Reflex?” A timid voice made Baldi look up from his task. Principle stood beside him and Mrs. Pomp with his hands intertwined nervously.

Baldi smiled at him. “Of course!” he responded. He cut two pieces from the cake and set them on the plates Mrs. Pomp had laid out. She handed both plates to him.

“Thanks so much you two.”

“No problem! I hope the two of you enjoy your cake!” Mrs. Pomp responded, her voice friendly and bright.

With a nod, the monster turned and walked to the corner of the cafeteria where Reflex sat alone. Baldi watched him go. He felt a little disappointed to see him and the doctor sitting alone. It was his fault in the first place…

“Why the long face Baldi? It’s our birthday,” Mrs. Pomp asked, bringing his attention back to the woman.

Baldi looked back at the cake.

“Is it because you want to talk to him?” Mrs. Pomp beat him to a response. Baldi’s first instinct was to reply defensively. But instead, he shrugged and went back to slicing the cake. 

“Well, why don’t you go over there then?”

Baldi jerked his head back to her and stared at her like she had asked him to jump off a cliff. “Are you crazy?? They would tare me apart!”

“You know Principle isn’t like that…I’m sure he would love to talk to you again.”

Baldi narrowed his eyes. “I think you’re crazy,” He responded before going back to the cake. “Why would he want to talk to the guy that abused him?”

Mrs. Pomp moved a bit closer to the math teacher and lowered her voice. “You can’t tell he still thinks about you?”

“What drugs is he on?!”

Mrs. Pomp rolled her eyes. “As long as you’re taking your medicine I don’t see anything wrong with it.”

Baldi’s face turned red. He refused to look at her. “If you’re hoping that me and him start dating you might want to turn to Wattpad for you’re silly fantasy's instead…”

“Just stop thinking about what happened for a moment. Would it really be so bad if you two loved each other?”

Baldi turned even more red. This time he glared at her. “How could you think Principle would forgive me that easily-”

“Baldi!” The woman in red interrupted sharply. “I said don’t think about that for a moment.”

Baldi grumbled crossly. “How could anyone??? I did some pretty terrible things! I probably shouldn’t have been welcomed back so easily…”

Mrs. Pomp slapped him.

“I- What the fuck was that for?!”

“I said stop it! Can you follow directions for once in your life??”

“I’m just thinking about everyone’s safety!” Baldi retorted sourly.

“Do you want to attack anyone?” Mrs. Pomp asked, crossing her arms over her chest.

“No-”

“And you were sent back from your friend's hospital with a note that said you were fine, correct?”

“Yes, but-”

“Trust him! He’s a professional!” She interrupted again.

Baldi didn’t respond. Should he listen to her? He shifted his feet nervously. “But…I don’t want to make anyone uncomfortable…”

“That’s fine,” Mrs. Pomp agreed. “But you clearly want to talk to him again, and he does too. If he were uncomfortable, he would tell you.”

Baldi rolled his eyes. “Would he though? He didn’t tell anyone he was being abused until 2 years later,” he pointed out.

“Stop making excuses and go.”

Mrs. Pomp pushed him toward their boss. Baldi squeaked and dug his heels into the ground. “Are you serious?! I can’t go over there with Reflex!”

Mrs. Pomp stopped pushing against his back. Her confidence seemed to waver.

“Exactly asshole let me go!” Baldi growled at her.

She let go of him with a sigh. “Fine…But as soon as Principle is alone I better see you over there talking to him.”

“And if I don’t?”

“I will find you.”

Her ominous words only made Baldi roll his eyes. He went back to the cake and cut him and Mrs. Pomp a slice before going to sit down next to Alex, who was watching the cafeteria. He smiled when Baldi sat down next to him.

“What was that about? I could have sworn I saw you and Mrs. Pomp fighting,” Alex asked in a low voice.

Baldi’s face tainted red again. He shoved a piece of the cake in his mouth, stalling for a response. “It was just her trying to get me to talk to Principle,” he said simply. “I swear she’s acting like a middle schooler…”

Alex laughed. “Well, she does have a point.” he went on when Baldi glared at him. “The only person who you talk to here is me.”

“That’s for good reason you know…”

Alex shrugged. “I’m just saying I see her point. From what I’ve heard from Gotta Sweep, Principle does talk about you a lot.”

The math teacher grew flustered. He didn’t respond, and only ate his cake. At least it tasted good…Whoever made it…