You attempted to shrug off the feeling before entering the small room filled with arts and crafts, only to find blood splattered everywhere and your counselor was in a fetal position crying. She had a few claw-mark-like cuts on her as well as bruising around her neck.
"Eleanor?" you called to her, truly concerned for her.
Her head shot up and you gasped. Her eyes had been gouged out!
"(N-Name)? I-is that y-you?" she asked with pain and fear evident in her voice.
"Of course it is.... Are you alright? What happened?" you asked as you rushed over to assist her.
"Is h-he here?" her voice shook as you helped her to her feet.
"Is who here?" you asked.
She was about to say something when a clawed hand came out of nowhere, striking your right cheek. The force knocked you to the ground and left you paralyzed in shock, which quickly turned into fear as you gazed up at him.
He had white skin, a strange pointed and swirled nose, messy black hair, and cruel white eyes. He wore a black shirt with black and white striped sleeves and black suspenders. His shirt was adorned with black feathers on the shoulders, which was a bit odd to you but you quickly ignored it as he stepped closer to you with malice in his eyes and a wicked grin on his face.
You scooted back a little, trying to put more space between you and this frightening looking monochrome clown, until your back was pressed against the desk behind you.
He laughed and said "That's hilarious! You really think you can escape, do you?"
You shuddered. He reached a hand down and stroked a strand of your hair, only for you to jolt away from his touch. He chuckled before disappearing.
'How the hell am I going to explain this to anyone?!'
