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College AU x Sleepover AU

A short fic (part 1?) i wrote with this idea in mind.

Enjoy~

Professor Drye stands at the front of the room and watches his students get settled in. As he spectates, a grin slowly creeps across his face, getting Mrs. Iavni’s attention. “No…” She says in a warning tone, fairly certain that she knows what he must be thinking of. He shifts his eyes to look at her as his smile only grows wider. “You may not!” Iavni demands. “Oh, i’m not asking for permission.” The Professor chuckles darkly. “This is my class, and this club runs by my rules. Besides…” Before finishing his sentence, Professor Drye raises his voice enough for the students to hear. “... no sleepover is ever complete without a horror story.” Just as he expected, every student in the room seems to light up with interest. “I concur!” Vlad pipes up. “But you’re not just going to read from one of those Alvin Schwartz books, are you? Because i’ve read each edition at least 25 times-” “Weren’t those books for kids?” Dontei scoffs. “Excuse you, but Scary Stories to Read in the Dark is an ARTFUL series!” “I only ever skimmed through those books to look at pictures.” Dexter admits with a shrug. He’s almost wounded by the look of destain that remark wins from Vlad. “Actually, i have a story of my own to share with the four of you.” Professor Drye says as he paces steadily to the light switches and flicks a couple down. Mrs. Iavni lowers her head and sighs, rubbing her temples as the room goes from bright to dimly lit. In about an hour or so, at least one of these students will be gripping her like a child grips their mother in a crowded walmart. She can just feel it. “Your own story? You mean you made it up yourself?” Scribs asks, taking a seat on their sleeping bag and pulling their knees to their chest. The Professor chuckles stiffly, then leans back against his desk with a rather grim expression on his face. “Ah… how blissful that would be, if it were all just make-believe. I truly wish it was.” His sudden drop in tone catches the interest of everyone in the room. 5 pairs of eyes fixate on Professor Drye as a tense silence sets in, inviting him to cut through it. “Listen well, all of you.” He begins, meeting every gaze one-by-one with a cold stare. “I can only stand to recall this story once…”