Baldi's Basics In Education And Learning - "Teaching The Teacher"

Chapter 3: Office

  "Look at me. Baldi, look at me."

"I... It's... No, I..."

The two were sitting in the hallway. Baldi would not look at The Principal Of The Thing. He seemed to be... Scared. The Principal was worried. It had been so long since he had seen any sort of fear in Baldi. What was wrong?

Baldi knew exactly what was wrong. The walls had been screaming at him, warning him, and he didn't listen. He kept talking to The Principal, helping him, when he was specifically told not to on multiple occasions. He could now feel pain. This was his punishment.

And he knew The Principal wouldn't understand how unbearable the Founders voices were.

"WE TOLD YOU. WE WARNED YOU. NOW LIVE LIKE THIS. SEE HOW TERRIBLE IT IS TO BE MORTAL. WHAT DO YOU WANT NOW? FREEDOM OR PAIN?"

It had been weeks since Baldi helped The Principal Of The Thing to walk again. Every day Baldi was warned to stop helping The Principal, but every day he never listened. Baldi was also reverting back to his old self, the Baldi that didn't give his soul to The Founders. However, he lost complete control once somebody booted up the game. The Principal was more than happy with this change.

"Baldi, what is wrong?" The Principal Of The Thing was even more worried now.

"No, I can't... I can't tell you..." Baldi put his hands over his ears, accidentally giving The Principal a clue.

"Hm... Is there noise?" Baldi looked up at The Principal, and he didn't know how to react. He looked down quickly, nodding slightly. The Principal looked around to see if anyone was there, or if he could hear anything. Nobody was there, and it was completely silent to him. Now he was even more worried.

The Principal tried to stop Baldi from covering his ears. Baldi just flinched away. He couldn't handle this anymore. He was about to cry. "You, I... I don't want you to be hurt... Because of... Me... Again..." Baldi turned around, knees against his chest, in more pain than possibly imaginable. The Founders yelled louder.

"DO YOU ENJOY THIS? IS THIS A FUN GAME TO YOU? MAKE YOUR CHOICE. BEAT THE PRINCIPAL OR WE WILL CORRUPT YOUR FILE."

"No!" Baldi yelled at The Founders. Nobody else could hear them, so The Principal was scared when Baldi yelled. He stood up, wondering what to do.

Then, a solution occurred to him. He knew someone. Someone, in this game, who could help the situation, if he was convinced to. He tapped Baldi on the shoulder, hoping to get his attention, but Baldi did not respond. The Principal didn't want Baldi to be in any more pain for any longer, so he glided through the hallway, to Baldi's Office.

The Principal Of The Thing opened the bright green door, walking past the glitched image of his friend. Behind the desk stood Filename2, a previous student of Baldi's, who had somehow gotten himself stuck within the game.

"W̶hat do you nęed,̕ ̴dude͘?̶" Filename2 said, with minor glitches in his voice. The Principal stepped forward.

"Kyle, I need you to help Baldi."

Filename2 backed up slightly. You could barely make out his facial expressions; shock and then anger.

"Ar͝e yo̧u.̀..̴ ͠Y͏ou̶ h̵ąve to b̨ę j̡o͜kin̢g̶. Th̀is͟ i͏s ͏a ̛j͢ók̡e͠,͠ r̵igh̶t? Yo͟u wànt͜ ́m͢e͡ t̸o ͜help ͞t͠hat ̵m͝onst͝e̢r̸?͠ ̢Y͡e͜ah̀,҉ ̶I͝ dón't ͡t̕hin̛k͠ s̶ơ," Filename2 was clearly not going to be easily convinced, and The Principal knew that. He was going to have to try much harder than he had initially thought.

"Kyle, you remember. He beat me, almost to the point where I couldn't move. You know he saved me, you know he is becoming himself again. Give him one more chance, I promise--"

"Ļ͟oơk͏̸ ̵̶̀w̸͘h̛҉a͘t҉͠ ̶͡h̛͟͏e͡'̶́͢s̀҉ ̡do̕͜͏ne̷͜ t̛́o̶͘ ̡̡me̸̛!̕" The Principal jumped. Filename2 sighed as The Principal looked behind him. He wondered where Baldi was.

Filename2 spoke again. "If h̨e d͢ìd͘n't̕ tr͏a͡p̀ ̸m̸e͘ h̶ere,̴ hùrt̨ m͘e͜, ͝a͡nd ͠force͏ me to ̵rep͡ea͢t̕ t̸h̡e͘ sa͞m̛e҉ thi͝ng̛ o̡ver҉ and̸ ͡o̴v͏e͠r ̷and o͘v̛e͞r agai͟n͜,͜ ̨I̴ w͜ou͢lḑ c̶on̢s̡i͜der helping̴ you͞.̶ ̕He's͏ ́a ̢m̢onster͝, ̶n̵ot you̢r҉ ̛fr̢i̡end̢.͡ T̨h̴os͟e͞ da͘ys aŕe̴ ̵g̛ońe̷, ̡M͜r. Pr͜inc͠i҉p̀al̀. Fo̷r͜g̛et a̧b̀ou̢t͟ hi̛m.͢"

"If he didn't trap you here you wouldn't be able to help me at all," Contradicted The Principal. "And who knows where you'd be now. Please, I think... I think he's hurt, in some way. Not beaten, but hurt. Something is hurting him and... It's like someone's speaking to him."

Filename2 paused. The eerie silence that The Principal was used to became even more creepy as he stared at the glitched remains of one of the first players of the game.

"H͞e did҉n͡'̴t͞ te͘l̛l̨ ỳou a͘b̷out ̛Th͡e Fo͏u͞n̢d͘er̶s?"

((( Hey, I'm sorry that this chapter is so short. I'm just having a bit of Writer's Block at the moment. Another thing: For a short while I may disappear again because I am going to a camp. Sorry for the delay of this chapter but I hope you enjoy! )))