You were literally just minding your business in the library, trying not to think about that F- you got in math (cuz you’re friggin stoopid), until you felt a tap on your shoulder… you turn around, and— it’s Miss Circle. You’re dead as hell now. But uh, she’s a bootleg plush of herself now- “… Don’t mind the plush part. Just shut up and come with me… I need to ‘talk’ with you.”