School Creepypasta

3: Dormitories

—Charley POV—

I searched through my bag, ignoring the other kids whispering to each other on the other side of the dormitory. The murderer sitting on the bed a few foot next to mine occasionally glanced at them, but ignored them further. I in the meanwhile, put on my headphones and found my book at long last. Right now I was reading a fantasy, which I only enjoyed more after hearing 'this world' being compared to a fantasy book.

Suddenly the murdered got up and the whispering kids broke apart as if caught.
The murderer send them a grin matching the two long scars on his pale face.

At seeing the other kids' faces pale and their eyes widening in fear, I tried not to smile.
Maybe I failed, because the murderer send me a glance next. His icy blue eyes managed to send a shiver down my spine. Unlike the scars, the eyes scared me. They spoke how wicked this guy was... not only scared. The reminded had me look down at my book. This wasn't a fantasy story. Then we would be sympathetic towards the captors to an extend. This was a horror. We had to be cautious or we'd die. This was reality, because we would die either way.

The reality was clear to me, so that's why I put the book away and looked back up at the icy blue eyes. I pulled off my headphones and smiled.
"My name is Charley, nice to meet you."

The murderer's grin widened. "I'm Jeff."

—Valley POV—

I was freaking the fuck out. In a calm manner, of course.
Clutching my bag, I prayed the guy with hatchets would stop talking. I had seen the blood on his sweater. I knew what he was.

Oh god. Why was I me? I still can't believe it! I had asked an actual question immediately, stepping onto a fucking chair— ugh... I can't believe myself, and now I'm too nervous to really make alleys. I mean, if we are to become murderers, or whatever, then I'd need people to back me up.

"Okay, so this is our dormitory!" The hatchet guy said with a smile. The smile was covered by a mouth guard, but I could see the smile in his brown eyes. With the orange goggles in front of them the eyes looked almost red.
I can't believe a few moments ago I still worried about my stepdad. I was going to die.

"You'll sleep here too?" Some guy asked when the door opened. I would rather not sleep with a murderer neither, honestly.

"What about her?" Some other guy pointed at me rudely. What did I do?

"Well," Toby thought, "I don't remember anything being said about gender and... well, who cares, a bed is a bed, I'd worry about blood first if I was you."

I awkwardly smiled at the other four students who were all not girls haha. I hadn't even noticed.
Even though freaking out, I told myself to keep calm. Keep calm, be polite and shut the fuck up.

One rather intimidating guy send me a grin. Maybe I was paranoid, but I didn't take it well. Everything spoke danger.

Inside the dormitory I found beds for each of us. I picked the bed closer to the murderer. If I had seen enough movies, which I know I haven't, then murderers aren't good in their head. I'd rather get killed than have something awkward happen.
So inconvenient, ugh.

The door to the room closed and the murderer plopped down on his bed.
"So I'm Toby!"

"I'm Valley," I said calmly, smiling despite feeling like hiding under the bed and never come out. Hopefully they had a library so I could keep up the act. Maybe they can smell fear...

Toby turned to the guys who all kind of glanced at each other.

"I'm Dian..." one person said, "They/them, I always have to remind people."

"Well, we'll be sure to remember," Toby flashed a bright smile despite his mask, "What about you guys?"

After everyone introduced themselves, Toby hummed a tune and everyone blanced around, not knowing what to do. I grabbed my bag and found something to fiddle with. Ah, my rubix cube. It was one expensive one, way more quiet than the original one and all that. I'm going to be honest, this was my most prized thing when I was nervous.

As I solved and scrambled the cube, Toby told us a few rules. I noticed some tics. I had read about that. Wikipedia had told me it was a syndrome thing or something, I would let curiosity get the best of me later.

"Oh, and I'd like to add," Toby said, "Any disrespect because of gender, and I'll have fun killing, you know, torture!"

I flinched at the brightness in Toby's tone. Almost as cheerful as my stepdad sending me off to this cursed school. I scrambled the cube again. At least Toby was respectful...? He is a murderer.

"Is there a library?" I asked when the silence had lasted long enough.

Toby nodded. "I can show you, but I'm not supposed to leave you guys alone for too long."

"Why?" I asked, solving the cube and scrambling it again.

"Because you'll get into trouble, I think?" Toby shrugged, "I want paying attention to the explanation."

I nodded and paused my fiddling.
"Can I ask another question?"

"Mh?" Toby looked up again, some off his hair shifting at the rapid movement.

"What happens if we decide to just text our parents— hypothetically speaking of course." I smiled nervously.

Toby chuckled, "Hypothetically your phone would explode, and then we'd know you'd need a lesson to learn."

"A lesson?" I asked confused, "What about the death threat from earlier?"

His shoulder flinched, but Toby payed it no mind. "We've got torture rooms, and we can use them freely— us proxies and pastas can."

"What's the difference between proxies and... pastas?"

As Toby explained about proxies being more obligated to follow orders, I listened to every detail of it.
I nodded when Toby was finished and did my thinking.

"So you're all murders, right?" I asked much to my own dismay.

Toby nodded.

"And we're 'students' going to learn to kill the paranormal."

Toby nodded again, though the truth seemed a bit complicated as he had to think for a second.

I continued, "And we won't all survive... and there's no other people to kill since the principal is already dead!" My eyes were bright as I had figured it out.

Toby tilted his head. "What's that?"

I cleared my throat and solved the rubix cube once more.
"Well, it's just a theory, but are you going to have us fight each other?"

Toby smiled and then his eyes turned dead.
"You're not supposed to know that yet."

"Oh," I smiled, "That's why it's just a theory—"

"We're going to fight each other?" Dian asked a bit scared, "Why?"

"To make us murders," I shrugged, "It's obvious."

"It's not just fighting then..." one of the boys mumbled. He had black hair and dark eyes. This was Dorcas.
"But were going to be forced to kill."

"What!?" A shorter boy called out, "What do you mean?"

I frowned at the conclusion, but I could see the truth in it.
"I think... you might be right."

The shorter boy blinked. "What does that mean?"

"It means..." Dorcas crossed his arms, the uniform tightening a bit, "We're all going to die."

"In other words," I nodded but spared them all a smile. "Personally I think it may serve as practice."

"Same here!" Toby cheered.

I would have laughed, but I didn't.
If anything, I freaked out only more, almost unable to remember how to solve the rubix cube in my fright. I would get trough this, right? God I was doomed.