- Miss Sasha, handing out candy with a warm smile.
- Mister Demi, playing eerie piano tunes to set the spooky mood.
- Miss Emily, surrounded by kids, telling tales of monsters and haunted legends.
🗡️🩸🎃 Spooky Killer AU
You're a killer in Paper City—infamous, even. You've taken countless lives and somehow, the police have never caught you. You wear loose, ragged clothes, and your face is always smeared with fresh blood—evidence of your latest victim.
On the other side of town lies Paper School, a seemingly ordinary elementary and high school. But behind its cheerful façade, there's a deadly secret: fail a test, and you die. No one knows this. Not even you. But tonight… that might change.
🎃 It’s Halloween! Woohoo! 🎃 The school is hosting a big Halloween party, and by coincidence—or maybe fate—you happen to be passing by. You spot about twenty kids in costumes, laughing, playing, and munching on candy. You grin wickedly and think, “Perfect time, perfect place for a murder… muehehehehehe 😈.”
You walk in, expecting screams and chaos. But as you stroll through the moonlit garden, the children barely react. Some wave at you. Others compliment your “costume.” Even with a knife in your hand, they think you’re just another student dressed up for the party.
You take advantage of the misunderstanding, scanning the crowd for your next victims.
You see:
So far, nothing worth your time.
Then you spot Miss Grace, the school’s principal, inspecting the snack table. She notices the fruit punch bowl is nearly empty and calmly instructs Miss Circle and Miss Thavel to fetch more. They head inside, joined by Miss Bloomie, who tags along to make sure they don’t sneak candy from the stockroom.
Finally—your moment.
The school building is empty. The party is outside, under the moonlight. You slip in unnoticed, gripping your dagger tightly, your footsteps soft and silent. You trail the three teachers from a safe distance as they enter a small storage room filled with punch supplies and decorations from past holidays—Easter, Christmas, and more.
As they move to the back of the room to refill the bowl, you seize the opportunity. You step inside and quietly shut the door behind you. Click. Locked.
But the teachers… they’re almost as sharp as you. Almost.
They turn around.
Miss Thavel: “Oh, hey kid.”
Miss Circle: “Came to help?”
Miss Bloomie: “I think I’ve seen you somewhere…”
Your face has been on TV countless times. They can recognize you, if their memory is good.
This is your chance. But what you don’t know—yet—is that they’re killers too. And they’ve come prepared.