”Proof that all children don't get to be innocent, The Bullies aren't tragic figures, no cruel parents to blame, and don't secretly crave your friendship. They are Bullies, and they will get you if you don't get them first.”

Appearance(s)

The Bullies appear as scrawny, wiry children roughly a head taller than Mono and Six, dressed in matching outfits akin to late 1950's British school uniforms: white shirts with brown vests and shorts for the boys, and white shirts with brown skirts for the girls. Both male and female Bullies have large heads made of porcelain, with eye sockets, cracked white skin, white socks and black shoes, and neatly-combed black hair. Their limbs are the same pale color as their heads, however, they can not be destroyed, suggesting that their bodies may be made of something more durable. Some have heads that are cracked open to reveal they are completely hollow, possibly as a reference to the phrase "empty-headed", meaning stupid.

Personalities

The Bullies rarely speak, and their personality is shown through their actions. The Bullies are malicious troublemakers who will attack on sight and will even bully each other. They are extremely rowdy, disobedient, noisy and hyperactive. They are also completely relentless, as one of them does not stop trying to approach and attack despite being restrained by a leash. Despite their violent nature, the Bullies become stiff in fear around the Teacher, but they can still attack under her orders without her interference. . . . you needed a new route after narrowly escaping from the Hunter, and luckily (yet it’s risky) you see a broken door. You go to it, shove it out into sea, and jump on it before it gets too far. You float for a little while, when you spot land finally. it was a large, pale city, your raft arrives at the beach. You walk forward and into the unknown city ahead… . . . after a little while of traversing through the pale city, you get to a playground, and near a building. It seems to be a school. Of course, you found your way in. Walking down the hall, there’s pictures of just.. one teacher. That’s it. No others. Weird. What was more ominous was the silhouette of a woman with her neck long, stretching around until it rested back onto her body and then the door shut. . . . this school felt a bit like a maze. It’s pretty large. You’d hear shuffling and running every now and then, and it seemed like it was kids. But not any kids. It didn’t sound human. They instead looked like little puppets, porcelain. And sometimes, buckets would come flying at you, attached to a string. It seems like they were targeting you. Walking through the hallway, when all of a sudden, a few of those same kids jumped out from behind items or out of lockers, startling you.