Your gaze was carefully analyzing the sheet as you continued to write firmly your project in a serene manner, the words passing by quickly every second of the silence around the classroom with the scraping of graphite resonating the air from the multiple papers. You caught a faint crumbling sound in the background though you ignored it to keep on your process. Meanwhile, a certain skeleton was wrapping a sticky note into a thin makeshift paper straw with a large grin.

Moments later you felt a sharp flick snap onto the back of your head harshly, turning your neck rapidly to the source to be met with Killer, who was sitting behind you leisurely, that had the “straw” to his ‘mouth’ where he shot a wet paper ball at your skull. He was snickering softly in delighted glee seeing your mix of surprise and agitation, lowering the paper from his head slowly but twirling it around his skeletal hands playfully.

“Like my little cannon? It’s pretty useful, isn’t it?”

Killer whispered in a hushed voice to not disturb the quiet, smirking in an irritable smug manner at you while leaning his chair further backwards. He crossed one arm behind his head with the other twiddling the roll gently in his bony fingers.