Baldi x Reader (Lemon)

My Predicament

-Written in a female perspective.

-Wearing a long-sleeved off the shoulder shirt, a skirt and canvas sneakers.

I can't believe I left all my books at school. I'll have to go back and get them. I need them to revise for the upcoming exams. My teacher would understand this predicament. I'm usually a little forgetful, he'll probably just smile and threaten me not to forget again.

It's almost locking up time at the school and home study starts beginning this weekend, meaning that I have lessons off. This is the last chance I'll get to retrieve my items. Pushing the double doors open, I find myself being met by the principal.

His voice shows seriousness with a sarcastic undertone.

"Excuse me, your parents may not be happy that you're here at this hour." He points his finger at me.

"I'm sorry, I just need to get all my books." I reply, looking up at him, trying to be polite.

"Make it quick." He allows me to move past him and I use this opportunity to dash to the first classroom.

"No running in the halls, don't let me catch you do it again. You know better than that." The brown haired man used these kinds of disapproving words about me often. I wasn't even running. What a bellend.

The classroom's in a state. The chairs and desks are upturned. My teacher must have had an unruly class in his last lesson.

I walk up to his desk and find my maths book, underneath a tablet.

A sticky note was attached to the front of my notebook.

'As punishment for you forgetting your books, I've set a few questions for you to answer, how exciting!'

Really, Baldi? I don't have time for this.

They're simple maths questions, nothing like what we have been covering in lessons at all. This is toddler level mathematics.

4-3=

5+6=

2-7=

Wow. So taxing on the brain. Not.

1, 11 and -5.

Considering he's been teaching us kinematics, I'm surprised he hasn't even given me some juicy SUVAT problems to solve.

Actually, I'm happy with this brain-dead level of numeracy.

I pick up my notebook and cautiously run to the class opposite. I push the door open and enter. The desks are neatly arranged into groups. He possibly didn't use this classroom today. Again, the book here was underneath a tablet.

Oh great, more maths.

This time the note reads:

'Everyone's favourite subject!'

3+7=

4+1=

And... A jumble of numbers overlapping each other.

10, 5 and... ?

I enter the number 9. I have no idea. I place the tablet on his desk and proceed on out the class with my two books.

I take the time to put them in my bag.

Stepping out the door, I hear a strange noise. It's like someone was tenderising a steak. Maybe they were, some weird shit happens in this school.

I turn a few corners and come across the third class. I hurry and input the answers to the next questions. The last one was the same again; a mess.

That noise sounds louder now. A little bit faster too.

It sounds like spanking, actually. No. Let's not think like that, I need to focus on getting my books.

Why did my teacher come to mind...?

The broom-janitor is sweeping up. As I pass a T-shaped junction of corridors, I could have sworn I saw my teacher down the hallway to the right of me.

It could have just been the principal.

The fourth and fifth classroom are along this passageway.

I just want to go home and forget about maths for a while. Especially with this mind-fucking nonsense.

The last question for all these tablets are unanswerable. I now have five of my 7 books. I peer behind me before entering the cafeteria. I wasn't wrong earlier. Baldi is behind me now, still near the junction.

He has something in his hand but I'm too far away to see it.

I pick up a chocolate bar and soda. The sixth classroom is just opposite the other set of doors of the canteen area. The seventh is near the principal's office. I continue to run to the sixth classroom. I enter and shut the door behind me. I take a seat at the teacher's desk and eat my chocolate. That slapping sound is definitely still getting louder.

I finish my food and answer the two questions on the tablet. The last question is again so ridiculous. How is anyone going to make sense of that bullshit?

Halfway through jamming the sixth book in my bag, Baldi enters the classroom.

"Oh, hello Mr. Baldi! I see you've set me some questions." I smile and wave.

"Of course. You don't seem to learn though, do you?"

He grinned at me.

Sorry for the cover photos of chapters, I have only drawn one Baldi on my tablet and I'm too lazy to do any more right now ;)

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