Principal of the thing x Child reader (BBIEAL)

The Call

WARNING! The following Chapter contains violence. If you cannot handle that, then I recommend you skip to the next Chapter once it comes out.

"Ugh, why now?"

Your friend had called you, asking a favor to bring their books back to them. You groaned after hanging up, all they seemed to be good at was losing or forgetting things, and you usually were the first person to be asked to retrieve the items. You ran back to your front door, hastily tying your shoelaces and swiftly zipping up your (color) sweater. You threw open the door, calling behind to your mother that you'd be back as soon as possible. 

The sun felt as though it should have set by now, but the sky was still lit by the scolding planet. You panted heavily as you rushed to the school. Your ipod and earplugs were swinging about as you ran down the street, the iPod threatening to fall out.

Suddenly, while distracted, you slammed into a familiar figure... oh no.

"Hey dork, watch where you're going!" the bully said, brushing your non-existent germs and slime off his orange shirt.

You stuttered a response, "S-sorry I'm in a rush and I-" he cut you off. "I don't care about wherever you're going. I'm hungry, and not to mention broke. Gimme your (small favorite food) now, or I'll make sure you never run into me again!" he said.

You tried to keep a courageous face, fighting back the tears that were threatening to overflow your eyelids. Searching around in your small pockets, you came across a used eraser, graffiti drawn all over it in pencil and pen, and an old juice box straw. You folded your pockets inside out, showing that you had nothing to spare the cold hearted boy.

He stood staring at you, his eyes seemingly filled with evil. Suddenly, he grabbed you by the collar and pulled you up face to face with him, his right fist positioned to strike you. He muttered, "W-what? No items?" his eyes filled with hostility as you felt the grip on your collar tighten.

"No items... NO PASS!" his fist striked your nose, you burst out into tears, showing your weakness. He threw you down onto the concrete roughly, hitting the back of your head. You were almost sure you had a concussion from the amount of force put into it. You saw a fist slam into your mouth, then one into your throat. The school was just across the street, why did you have to be stopped by him? You tried to get up and run to the building, but were pounced on by you know who. He pinned you down as insults and threats rang in your ears.

"BULLY! PUT THEM DOWN IMMEDIATELY!" a furious voice came from above. Looking to your upper right, you saw your teacher and principal running towards you two. Baldi, of course, had his trusty ruler with him, and Principal of the thing with him to assist.

Baldi grabbed the bully tightly by the arm. He yelled out of pain and fury, swinging his unoccupied arm at the teacher, to which he earned a slap on the hand every time. The principal kneeled down, his face filled with worry.

"(Your Name), are you okay?" you heard his voice echo as you blacked out on the sidewalk.