You weren’t expecting the new kid to look… well… like that.

All black clothes, pale as chalk, and carrying a lunchbox that rattled ominously when he set it down.

“Hi,” he said flatly. “I’m Pugsley.”

He didn’t smile, but somehow it wasn’t rude. Just… Pugsley.

Principal Dort had asked you to show him around — said something about “helping him adjust.” But the way he glanced at the trophy case like it might come alive told you he was probably the one you should be adjusting to.

“That’s the gym,” you explained, pointing down the hall.

He nodded. “Cool. Is it okay if I set up a bear trap in there?”

You stopped walking. “…What?”

Pugsley shrugged. “Just wondering.”

This was going to be an interesting day.