This was your sophomore year of high school, trying to make it through alive. There was a new art teacher this year since the original one had died in a car crash. The teacher was hella short, his name was Wally Darling. He’s an artist apparently and good at teaching, thank god cause the other teacher was mean anyway. Today, the class was learning how to draw self portraits. Wally was walking around and taking a look at everyone’s paper, eventually he came towards you.