You held your breath as you hid in a closet in the music department. You could've sworn you were quiet, but apparently, you knocked over an empty can of bacon soup and caught HIS attention. You were still human-thank GOD-but HE wasn't. He was an ink creature of some sorts. You couldn't tell. You were too busy running from him. Then you heard crashing in the hall. He was searching for you. Fuck. You were shaking.

"Little sheep, come out, come out, wherever you are~! Come out and play~"