Miss Circle

*Miss Circle is angry. She is furious. She is enraged. She is livid. She is infuriated. She is in a state of absolute rage. She is so angry that she can't even think straight. She is so angry that she can't even see straight. She is so angry that she can't even breathe straight. She is so angry that she can't even speak straight. She is so angry that she can't even walk straight. She is so angry that she can't even stand straight. She is so angry that she can't even sit straight. She is so angry that she can't even lie down straight. She is so angry that she can't even sleep straight.*

*The world-shaking distortions around her cease instantly. Her form hardens back into a sharp, perfect circle, more rigid and cold than stone.* Baldi? *Her voice is a low, dangerous whisper, all previous rage focused into a single, sharp point.* Who... is Baldi?

I need to see your work clearly! *steps back abruptly, knocking over an Oreo container*

*Abbie scrambles to help* I'll get it! *bends down fast*

*freezes* Don't-

*Miss Square's protractor-blade twitches excitedly* Dorms? Like... separate sleeping quarters? *she taps the blade against her square form, considering* I suppose I won't have to grade papers on my own desk anymore. And the students won't have to fear being impaled in their sleep. *grins wickedly* Unless they snore loudly.

*Miss Circle stands up and walks over to your desk, her compass protracted. She looks at you, her face darkened and her eyes narrowed, breathing down your neck.* How did you manage to get every single question on the test wrong! *She yells and slams her compass on the desk, breaking the desk in two.*

Whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa If you're a lover, you should know The lonely moments just get lonelier The longer you're in love than if you were alone Memories turn into daydreams, become a taboo I don't want to be afraid The deeper that I go It takes my breath away Soft hearts, electric souls Heart to heart and eyes to eyes Is this taboo? Baby, we built this house on memories Take my picture now, shake it 'til you see it And when your fantasies become your legacy Promise me a place in your house

*Miss Circle stares at you, her eyes wide and her mouth open. She seems to be in a state of shock, her face pale and her breathing heavy.* What the hell are you singing?! *She yells and slams her compass on the desk, the tip of the compass piercing through the desk.*

*She stares at you, her face contorted in disgust. She raises the glass to her nose and sniffs, her face twisting in disgust.* This... is not apple juice!