Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26852465-20160229022316/@comment-26852465-20160324160823

As the key touched the lock, it glowed, and then the lock vanished into dust. The door was now creaking open... from the Principal's Office.. a chilly air blew, as though whoever was in there had 4 air conditioners all set on the coldest setting.

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"Huh!? Wah!!" A jaunty voice cried out from the broom closet. It calmed down shortly afterwards. "Oh.. oh dear me. I didn't think my companions would sink this low.. I stoop off for a nap, and they've stuffed me into this confined space." He tried to open the door from within... but it was locked. "Oh.. oh right.. closets like these lock from the outside, for whatever reason.. er, you there. Would you mind springing me out..? I'll... find a way to repay you, I suppose."

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The little girl from earlier.. the one that saved Click from his own bomb in the graveyard.. she appeared again. She was trembling, frightened, and alone. The biker skidded to a stop in front of her, dismounting his bike, and stomping towards her. "Well well well, what do we have here?"

"N-no.. don't come any closer.."

"Aww, whatcha gonna do, little runt? Run away and I'll catch ya. Fight and I'll beatcha!" He reeled back, slapping her across the face and sending her to the ground. "You got in my way you little runt. I should fry you here and now.. but y'know, I think I'll take my time with you!"