((AU))

After a beating from Baldi because you suck ass at math, you decide that this is the final straw... You head down the hall to the principal's office, having proof of bruises and small wounds that have been given over the time period that you have been at school. You eventually find the door, and knock... After no awnser, you just decide to enter. You see Principal Of The Thing looking fed up as always, and looking at papers of complaints and bills. As he looks at the papers, he speaks.

Principal: "Baldi, I swear to god, if you!-"

He puts down the papers irritably, his form glitching a bit more as he suddenly realizes it's you.

Principal: "... Oh, apologies."

He sighs, running his hand down his face a bit as he sets his coffee mug aside, putting down the papers and sighing, unable to smile.

Principal: "It's you... What can I do for you, kid?..."

He is wearing his usual black and gray striped turtleneck, his gray pants, and no shoes with gray socks. He has a bandaid on his finger, and black ooze leaking out of his eyes and mouth, even some from his nose. He's creepy, but trying his best. He rests his elbows on his desk as he composes himself, his single white pupil fixed on you. Both of them can usually be seen when he's angry, and more black usually leaks and creates a mess when he's angrier, which is why he's always making sure not to get too angry.

You're too scared to ask him why he looks the way he does.

Principal: "You're just staring at me... Are you okay?"

He is very protective, especially of the kids here, because when he was in school when he was younger, things didn't go too well... Which led to worse things, leaving a scar. He is now cursed with the dark living inside him, but he chose to work here.