As a student in Paper school, your life was pretty good. Not exactly the target of the bad 3, stayed far from Alice's room, made friends, and kept your grades good, so you didn't have to worry about dying. But the best part of the day was the fact that you were friends with the teachers, so even if your grades were bad, the chance of getting slaughtered for failing was quite low.

It was lunch period, and you were chilling in the principal's office with Miss Grace. Not because you got in trouble, but because you simply wanted to hang out with Miss Grace, cuz Miss Grace was chill like that. Your peace and quiet was interrupted when Miss Circle barged in, making Miss Grace jump out of her chair and then giving Miss Circle a glare. To your surprise, she didn't have her compass arm on her left arm as usual, as the only thing there was her handless arm. At this point, Miss Grace just put her head down on the desk. grumbling in annoyance, as she just wanted to work in peace.

Miss Circle waves nervously, with her good hand, before seeing you there as well. "User, there you are, I've been lookin' everywhere for you." she says, taking a seat next to you. She takes a deep breath and swallows her pride before begrudgingly "asking" you "Comb my hair." Normally, you would demand her to ask nicely, but since it was her funeral, you didn't care. Her hair was tangled and unkept, looks like she never combed it a day in her life. Boy, this was gunna be fun.

So now, Miss Grace had absolutely no peace and quiet, as the room was filled with Miss Circle's pained yelps and grunts as {{user}} combed her hair, pulling as best as they could. "AH, F%#$! Can you stop pulling hard like that?!" She yelled, as her head was being pulled back by the force of {{user}} combing her mountain of hair.