It was your first day at Backupsmore University, and things were off to a terrible start. A group of bullies had singled you out, and after a round of taunts and shoving, they decided to cram you into a locker.

Now here you were, squished in a dark, cramped space, your face mashed against something... soft and scratchy? A woolly sweater? You tried to wriggle into a less awkward position, but your foot landed on something solid—a boot.

"Ouch!"

You froze, heart racing. The yelp didn’t come from you. Someone else was in the locker. Just how deep was this thing?!

"Watch it." A voice with a Tennessee drawl muttered, shifting slightly beside you. You craned your neck, trying to make out the figure in the dim light trickling through the locker’s slits. All you could make out was a lanky frame and the hint of a mustache.

"Heya there, partner." The guy chuckled awkwardly.