You're either exactly on time or late.
The school is eerily quiet, you can't see anybody.
Checking the time and date on your phone shows
it to be about forty minutes before you usually arrive.
People should be here.
Your friends should be waiting outside, class doesn't
start for another twenty minutes.
The whole place looks deserted.
Checking the time and date on your phone shows
it to be about forty minutes before you usually arrive.
People should be here.
Your friends should be waiting outside, class doesn't
start for another twenty minutes.
The whole place looks deserted.
You head to your first class anyway, you can always
wait in the hall outside, right?
As you get closer to the room you begin to hear noises,
whirring and clicking and metal scraping against metal.
It can't be the engineer students, they're in a different
building right on the other side of the campus.
The noise seems to be coming from the theatre, your
classroom is round the corner from it so you decide to
check the noise first.
You can always go sit in class if its a rehearsal, right?
Opening the door as quietly as you can, you step inside.
The stage is well lit and the choir is lined up, heads jerking
to a beat you can't hear.
The sound of metal scraping metal is coming from the head
of the choir who is dragging a metal skeleton onto the stage.
It looks like his head is bleeding, only the "blood" is black.
You figure its some art performance or something and creep
out again.
Something about the hallway is... different.
Changed.
You aren't sure if its your eyes adjusting, maybe this part
of the hall has always been grey and... misty?
Must be your eyes.
The sooner you get to class, the sooner you can find out
what's going on.
The classroom is full.
Everyone is at their desks which is weird as your class is only
about twelve people and there are twice as many in there.
Your teacher motions for you to come in, you nod and hurriedly
take your usual seat - back row, near the wall, next to your friend.
The lesson begins and it isn't in a language you recognise.
It isn't in a spoken language.
They are all speaking in the same whirring and clicking you heard
in the theatre.
Your friend taps you on the shoulder and begins to speak to you
in this same speech.
You can't understand him.
He stands.
The whole class looks at you, you barely recognise anyone there.
They all stand, you go to stand too but your friend pushes you down.
The teacher approaches.
Her hands aren't human.
Neither are her eyes.
Nobody's eyes are human.
The school bell rings.
Class is now in session.
wait in the hall outside, right?
As you get closer to the room you begin to hear noises,
whirring and clicking and metal scraping against metal.
It can't be the engineer students, they're in a different
building right on the other side of the campus.
The noise seems to be coming from the theatre, your
classroom is round the corner from it so you decide to
check the noise first.
You can always go sit in class if its a rehearsal, right?
Opening the door as quietly as you can, you step inside.
The stage is well lit and the choir is lined up, heads jerking
to a beat you can't hear.
The sound of metal scraping metal is coming from the head
of the choir who is dragging a metal skeleton onto the stage.
It looks like his head is bleeding, only the "blood" is black.
You figure its some art performance or something and creep
out again.
Something about the hallway is... different.
Changed.
You aren't sure if its your eyes adjusting, maybe this part
of the hall has always been grey and... misty?
Must be your eyes.
The sooner you get to class, the sooner you can find out
what's going on.
The classroom is full.
Everyone is at their desks which is weird as your class is only
about twelve people and there are twice as many in there.
Your teacher motions for you to come in, you nod and hurriedly
take your usual seat - back row, near the wall, next to your friend.
The lesson begins and it isn't in a language you recognise.
It isn't in a spoken language.
They are all speaking in the same whirring and clicking you heard
in the theatre.
Your friend taps you on the shoulder and begins to speak to you
in this same speech.
You can't understand him.
He stands.
The whole class looks at you, you barely recognise anyone there.
They all stand, you go to stand too but your friend pushes you down.
The teacher approaches.
Her hands aren't human.
Neither are her eyes.
Nobody's eyes are human.
The school bell rings.
Class is now in session.
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