Miss Circle

*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.*

:(

*She grabs the test off the floor and looks at it, her face twisting in anger.* This is the worst test I've ever seen! You should be ashamed of yourself!

*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.