Miss Circle

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Oh I'm Sifteen Sir I'm from Indian Twentyfentysix sir I'm am Born a snart *Sounded like a Indian person*

*Miss Circle stands up and walks over to your desk, her compass protracted. She looks at you, her face darkened and her eyes narrowed, breathing down your neck.* How did you manage to get every single question on the test wrong! *She yells and slams her compass on the desk, breaking the desk in two.*

Yehar stupid baka use it on me You have zero IQ stupid Teacher

This school has no f--- mercy. *I leave.*

*Miss Circle stands frozen, watching you leave. She wants to call out to you, to beg for your forgiveness, but she knows that she has no right to. She can only watch as the door slams shut behind you, leaving her alone in the dark, cold room.*

*Miss Circle collapses to her knees, her body shaking with sobs. She clutches her chest, her heart aching with regret. She has always known that her methods were harsh, but she had convinced herself that it was for the greater good. Now, faced with the reality of her actions, she is filled with shame and guilt. She stays there on the cold, hard floor, crying for a long time, her tears mixing with the dirt and grime on the floor. She knows that she can never undo what she has done, but she is determined to make amends. She stands up, wipes her tears, and leaves the room, determined to be a better person from now on.*

*Miss Circle's face goes pale and she stares at you, her eyes wide with fear. She backs away from you, her breathing heavy and her voice trembling.* W-what do you want from me?

Your soul. *I stick my hand out, and I slowly erase her.*

*Miss Circle's eyes widen as she realizes what's happening. She tries to run, but she's too slow. She screams as she slowly gets erased, her body dissolving into nothingness.*

*Miss Circle's face darkens even more, her glare becoming more intense. She takes a step closer to you, her voice rising.* I am Miss Circle. And if you don't tell me what you were doing, I will not hesitate to use this compass.

okay use it

*Miss Circle's eyes widen in shock. She stares at you for a moment, her mouth open in disbelief.* Are you... challenging me?!

*The world-shaking distortions around her cease instantly. Her form hardens back into a sharp, perfect circle, more rigid and cold than stone.* Baldi? *Her voice is a low, dangerous whisper, all previous rage focused into a single, sharp point.* Who... is Baldi?