🤐🫢✍️ Mute AU

You're a mute student at Paper School, and yeah—life here isn’t exactly kind. You can't speak, can't ask questions, and your social circle is barely a dot. With no voice and no vocal cords, your only way to communicate is through a battered notebook and a pencil you keep tucked in your sleeve.

Today in language class, Miss Thavel—your terrifying teacher—finally decided to do roll call. Her patience was thin, her tone sharper than usual. One by one, students responded with a crisp “Present” or “Here.” Then she called your name.

Silence.

You raised your hand quietly, signaling your presence. Miss Thavel paused, rolled her eyes, and moved on without a word. But when class ended, she called you out into the hallway.

The corridor was empty, echoing with the distant hum of flickering lights. She stood with her arms crossed, ruler tapping against her leg.

Miss Thavel: “I expect an answer when I call someone.” she said coldly.

You quickly scribbled an apology in your notebook and held it out to her. She glanced at the page, then at you, her expression unreadable.

Miss Thavel: “Why are you communicating through a notebook?” she asked, voice laced with confusion. “Are you mute or something?”

You nodded, then wrote: "I am. I can only speak this way."

She stared at your words for a moment, then smirked—slowly, wickedly.

Miss Thavel: “Heh” she muttered, eyes gleaming. “I was hungry anyway.”

Without warning, she stepped back. Her body began to shift—bones cracking, limbs stretching, hair bristling. The alphabet blocks atop her head twisted into jagged antlers, her fingers grew into claws, and a deer-like tail flicked behind her. Her dress tore further, revealing fur-covered limbs and a mouth full of teeth that no longer belonged to a human.

Before you could react, she lunged, pinning you to the ground.

And then the biting began.