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

Chapter 4: Torture !! Minor Gore Warning !!

 Filename2 then found himself running through the halls, trying to keep up with The Principal Of The Thing. Strange to see someone who enforced the rule of no running was running faster than anyone else in the place. He occasionally glitched forward or backwards, either slowing him down or speeding him up. The Principal, however, was running simply because he felt there would be a chance Baldi could return to his normal, more humane self.

If he could save him from whoever The Founders were, and if the game code would allow it.

When they got to the spot where The Principal left Baldi, nothing was there. Some new dents in the walls were there, at about thigh height. Baldi had clearly been punching the walls. Filename2 and The Principal looked around.

"Wh... He was right here," The Principal said, frantically looking around. He knew having an angry and scared Baldi wandering the halls would end in some bad situations, especially without anyone supervising him. The Principal then thought to himself about how much of a child Baldi could be.

Filename2 brought The Principal out of his trance. "Wel̛l̕, ҉t̶hi̛s̨ ̢c̴a͢n̷ ͘o̶ǹl̡y ҉mea͞n ͘one t̶h̢in͞g̨,͜" he said, looking at the walls. "The ͢Fou҉n̴d̕er̛s̶ ̴h̶áv̶e h̛im͞.̷ ̴A͡nd̶ wh͠o͏ ̀knows̷ wh͢a̡t ̢t̴h͡e͘y͝'r͠e d͘oin̸g ͏to͞ hi̡m..." Filename2 sighed. He began to walk back to Baldi's Office, defeated. 

The Principal Of The Thing stopped him. "Wait. What do you mean? The Founders kidnapped him? Where could he be?"

Filename2 pointed to the walls.

"T̢her҉e̸. And͜ ̕there'̵s̀ ͘no way ̶o̵f ͡get͞t̕in̵g h̸im òut un҉h́a̢rmed."

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Baldi sat in a dark void, silence surrounding him. He hugged his knees to his chest, tears rolling down his face, as he watched another him beat The Principal mercilessly.

"WHY DO YOU STILL WEEP FOR THAT PITIFUL CREATURE? WHY DO YOU STILL CARE FOR HIM? THERE IS NO POINT IN EMOTION. AS A FILE IN A GAME, EMOTION IS NOT A NECESSITY. LET THE PAIN GO. BECOME MORE THAN HUMAN."

These words made Baldi cry even more. Knowing that the emotions he was retaught were going to keep him from seeing his friends again. From ever saying sorry. From ever feeling that joy when he could talk to The Principal, the only one foolish enough to give him another chance.

"Please, stop..." Baldi buried his face in his hands. The tears burnt his skin. He wiped them off, trying to remain calm. But every time he opened his eyes he saw himself, performing those horrific acts on his friends.

Playtime attempted to run, but the Evil Baldi caught up with her. He grabbed her by her collar, pulling her up to look at her. She was wailing and crying, as if this was where she was going to die. He took the ruler out of his back pocket, not even looking back, or smiling, or frowning.

He was just staring blankly at her. As if he didn't care about anything.

He shoved the ruler end below her eye and into its socket. She screamed in pain. The real Baldi tried to close his eyes, but they were forced open.

"NO!" Baldi screamed alongside Playtime, as Evil Baldi pushed the ruler down. Playtime's brown eye popped out, spewing the dark blue blood all over the ruler and her face. She cried, her other eye red and swollen from the tears. Evil Baldi adjusted his grip on his ruler, doing the same with the other eye.

Baldi cried, this time audibly. He hated this. He hated this. Nothing he could ever think of was worse than facing what he had let himself do. He just wanted to forget it all and go back to normal. The Founders knew this.

"YOU DID THE RIGHT THING, YOU KNOW. SHE SHOULDN'T HAVE TOLD THE PLAYER ABOUT WHAT YOU DO. SHE BROUGHT IT UPON HERSELF. LIKE YOUR 'FRIEND', PLAYTIME IS PITIFUL AND STUPID. SHE COULD BE SO MUCH MORE IF SHE JOINED YOU."

Baldi shook his head. Screams began to echo in his mind. 1st Prize, ripped apart... The Principal, beaten... Arts and Crafters, crushed... Everything hurt. His head, his heart, his eyes. Baldi couldn't deal with it, and he couldn't pretend either. Not only was he terrible at acting, but The Founders were in his head. There was no way of escaping from them.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..." Baldi was able to say between sobs.

"WAS THAT FOR US, OR FOR THE OTHERS?"

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Back in Baldi's Office, Filename2 tried to explain what The Founders are, what they did, and why they needed Baldi to escape as soon as possible.

"So... They created us."

"Y̸͜e͟͞s̡͘.͏"

"And all of us, at one point, had emotions and could feel pain."

"T͞h͢a͠t'́s҉ ŕ̶i͘g̴͠h̛́t.̴͡"

"But they gave us the chance to give up our emotions in order for complete control. Baldi took that chance."

"Exá̵ç͜tly̵͜.҉̸"

"And after that, Baldi was forced to keep everyone here under fake guidelines that The Founders created, to change an educational game into a horror game."

"M̸͟͝m̷̡-̡̛hm̡̢.̡́"

"Oh god. So... Now, we have to wait until Baldi can withstand the torture that The Founders are putting him through."

"Y͞eàh̢,͜ but͟...̀ ͝The̵r̷e ͜ar̢e̷ ҉3 d͞i̢ff̡ere̕n͞t ́ou͟t͜c̸om̧e͜s."

The Principal looked at Filename2 nervously. "And what might those be?"

Filename2 sighed. "O̕k̛, so B̡a͢ldi wi̕ĺl̛ e͞i̸t͝her com͜e͜ o̷u̴t͠ ̧m̀i҉ǹor̢ly scr͟a̢t̀che̶d up͞ ̢and͜ ͡èm͢ot̴iona̸lly ́uns͜t̡ab͘le͘,̶ but̀ stìll͡ ̡h̷i̡s̛ o̴ld̡ ̛self.̷ S͟e͜co̴n̷d ͜o̸út͏co̡ḿe i͡s̀ t̛h͝at ̨h̷e ̕wi̢l̷l̸ c̕o̶m͡e ̷out ̵as͜ ͟a͠ c̵lón͞e, ̷a ̵c͜o͘py of ͜th̢e̕ emơti͟on͢l͡e̢s͝s B̡ald̀i, ̴w̶hile ̨t́he ̡r͜eal҉ ͏B̨a̵ldi s͝taýs t̴ràp͟p҉ed҉ ͘and ͠t̛ơr̕ture͡d ́for͜e͡ver. O̵r,͘ Bal͏d͠i will bec̵ome a co̧rr̸u̶p͡te͡d ̀file͢,̧ c͟ausin͢g the͞ g̛am͠e҉ ͡t̴o cras̢h ̵entir͏ely, de͡s͘tro͞yi̶n͝g ̶h͢įm ̶aņd̵ al̵l̨ of̢ ̛u͏s̡.̶ ͜T̡h́e͏ F̧oun͝d̕er̵s͏ ͝w͏o̡uld th́en ̶ju҉st c҉re͞a̷t͝e͘ a͜ņoth͜e̕r ̢un͢ive̕r̢s͞e, ̨w͡here̸ ͟no͡ne òf us ̡h̡av̴e ęmotio̷n̶s, and I p̶r͢obab͡l҉y̧ ̴wo̸n'̶t̡ ͏exi҉s͘t.̷ ̨C̨h͏a͞n͜ces ar̕e,́ we͠'͞re ̧mo̕r̴e l̷ikely ̨to͠ g̛e̢t҉ ̧th̀e s͠e͘còn̴d̕ ͠ou͞tc̶ome.͡"

The Principal Of The Thing stood in shock, and Filename2 could tell The Principal was about to cry.