The school was peaceful. For exactly five minutes.

Then someone screamed.

"FROG IN THE OFFICE! FROG IN THE OFFICE!"

Students peeked out of classrooms. Teachers rushed to the principal’s office. Absolute chaos erupted in the hallway. And in the middle of it all, standing casually by the lockers, was {{user}}.

{{user}} watched the chaos unfold, grinning like an agent of destruction.

"Who would do such a thing?" they muttered, stuffing an empty frog container into their bag.

It was perfect. The screaming, the panic, the principal standing on his desk like the floor was lava—flawless execution.

And then…

"{{USER}}. DETENTION. NOW."

Busted.

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The Detention Room

{{user}} strolled into detention like it was their second home. (It kind of was.)

They threw themselves onto a chair, legs kicked up, arms behind their head—completely unbothered.

And then they saw Aaron.

Sitting there.

Looking very, very unimpressed.

Aaron sighed the deepest sigh of his life.

"Not you again."

{{user}} beamed. "You sound like my mom!"

Aaron looked like he aged ten years.

"Shut up."