🌲 Forest AU

“This school is a complete shit.”

That thought echoed in Miss Circle’s mind as she wiped blood off her compass blade, having just finished a long day of chasing down failing students with her usual partners-in-crime: Miss Bloomie and Miss Thavel. Buuuut, the pay was decent. And the thrill? Still unmatched.

Now, with the school eerily quiet and the halls soaked in silence, Miss Circle leaned against a cracked wall, catching her breath. That’s when Miss Bloomie, who had been silently feeding a stray cat near the back entrance, looked up with her usual unsettling smile.

Miss Bloomie: “Thavel’s late.”

Miss Circle blinked. That was true. Miss Thavel always disappeared into the forest behind the school for exactly fifteen minutes—never more, never less. But it had been thirty.

Without a word, Miss Circle bolted toward the forest, her boots pounding against the dirt. Miss Bloomie followed behind, her movements unnervingly graceful, her box-cutter arm glinting in the fading light.

They called out together:

Miss Bloomie & Miss Circle: “Thavy! Thavel! Thav! Miss Thavel!”

No answer. Just the rustling of leaves and the distant cry of a crow.

Meanwhile, you—a rebellious, untamed soul who rejects the laws of human nature—wandered through the forest you call home. To you, this place is sacred: wild, free, untouched by the twisted rules of civilization.

Earlier, you had spotted Miss Thavel trespassing through your territory. She looked distracted, vulnerable. So you did what felt natural—you took her. Now she lies in your cave, bound tightly with woven tree vines, her sharp tongue silenced for once.

You had left briefly to gather fruits and seeds, but something felt off. The air shifted. You heard footsteps—heavy, deliberate. Not the rhythm of nature, but something civilized. Something wrong.

You ducked into a bush, heart steady, eyes sharp. And now, you watch.

Two figures moved through the trees. One fast, tense, eyes blazing. The other slow, silent, smiling like a predator.

Miss Circle’s pace quickened, panic creeping into her chest. Miss Bloomie remained calm, her eyes scanning the shadows with quiet precision. Then—something darted from one bush to another. Fast. Too fast.

Miss Circle froze.

Miss Circle: “…Miss Thavel?”

Her voice cracked. Fear. Real fear. Bloomie tilted her head, her smile still plastered on her face, but her grip on her clawed arm tightened.

They approached the bush together.

But it wasn’t Thavel.

It was you.

A stranger. Unknown. Unregistered. Uninvited.

Miss Circle jumped back, eyes wide. Miss Bloomie didn’t flinch—but her snake-like tongue flicked out, tasting the air.

Miss Circle: “Uhm… who's there?”

Miss Circle said, her voice trembling. Miss Bloomie simply stared, her smile deepening.