It was about three in the morning when Timmy woke up to a loud thud. Timmy sat up in his bed. Huh?
The thud sounded once more, but this time, on the other side of Timmy's bedroom wall. His heart skipped a beat, and he could feel the entire room vibrate with the sound.
Timmy screamed and shot out of bed, pressing his back against the opposing wall. "Mom!! Jill! He's here, he's here!"
After what felt to be the most horrific two minutes of his life, Jill threw open Timmy's door. "Shut up!" Jill shouted. "Timmy, for Gacha's sake, you're gonna wake up the whole neighborhood!"
"Jiiillll!" Timmy cried, throwing his arms around her. "He's here!! Santa's back— he's early this year, Jill!"
"Get off of me!"
As long as Timmy could remember, he has always had an exasperating phobia of Santa Claus. There was not a time where Timmy wasn't inessentially aware of the fireplace's chute that climbed up the opposite side of his bedroom wall and shot up into the roof.
Every creaking pipe was an overweight, carnivorous beast climbing down the chimney, the AC coming on was Santa's acute, razor talons scratching along the metal chute as he descended and intruded in their home, Jill making coffee at two in the morning was the ruthless predator outside Timmy's door, slowly turning the door's handle to ultimately achieve Timmy's inevitable death.
Timmy was not very fond of Santa Claus.
"Santa isn't even real!" Jill declared, shaking Timmy away.
"Santa IS real, Jill! I've heard him on the roof, in the chimney, outside my window, under my bed! He's trying to get me again!"
Jill slapped him. "Timmy, stop being such a crybaby! You always get worked up over the most minuscule things, and it's keeping me from getting my beauty sleep." Jill scoffed. Timmy's eyes began to water.
"C-can I sleep w-with you tonight, Jill?" Timmy whimpered. "Pwease? He's gonna get me..!"
"No." Jill stated. She slammed the door behind her angrily. Timmy proceeded to cry in hopes for attention, of which he never got.
When Timmy boarded the bus the following morning, Lana wasn't there, so Timmy figured she was out with a death disease. He walked on his own to his English class and sat down at his desk.
There were about three minutes before the bell rang, so Timmy plugged in his earbuds and jammed out to his favorite Fortnite piece until Lana burst through the door, darting across the class and crashing down in her seat. She was panting wildly, and her wrangled hair suggested she had been caught in a hurricane or worse.
"Oh, gee, Lana!" Timmy cried. "What happened?!"
Lana took a minute to calm herself down. In between breaths, she mumbled: "Timmy... this is... the end..."
Timmy tilted his head. "Huh? What is it, Lana? Did'ya miss the bus?" He asked.
Lana shook her head. "I was... being chased..." Lana gulped. "..it's all over, Timmy... this is the end..."
Lana collapsed onto her desk and sobbed. Timmy wanted to comfort her, but someone else burst through the door before he could said anything.
"YOOOO!!" The new person shouted. They slid into sight from the door. They had tannish skin, moldy-green hair, and wore a casual summer attire. Timmy assumed they must be new, but still questioned how they hadn't frozen alive outside.
The bell rang, and Timmy's English teacher, Señora Akatina, conducted her average protocol in order to get the class to listen.
She shot a gun at the ceiling. BAM! BAM!
Timmy and the rest of the class threw their hands over their ears, even the new kid. "Listen up, peasants!" Señora Akatina screamed. The class slowly let their hands down from their ears.
There were countless bullet holes above Señora Akatina's desk. She stared up at the holes with her massive, disproportionate head. "Someday, I will reach the roof. Then it will be colder and you will all shrivel up."
Señora Akatina glanced around at the class, then scowled at the improperly-dressed boy standing awkwardly at the front of the class. She whacked him over the head with a ruler, then gestured to a seat directly to Timmy's right and ordered him to sit or she would shoot his joints off and leave him outside to freeze.
The boy took a seat next to Timmy. He looked unclean and smelt of salt as if the only times he bathed were in the ocean on a monthly basis. Flies circled the large bun that sat on his head.
Señora Akatina picked up her gun and pointed it at the boy. "Stand up and introduce yourself, peasant."
The new kid stood up leisurely and stretched his arms. "Yo, what up, dudes! My name is Hau, bro, and I moved here all the way from—"
Señora Akatina interrupted him. "Never mind, I do not care. Get out your textbooks and work."
Hau sat down and pulled in his chair while the rest of the class scrambled for the bookshelf. Señora Akatina was known for conducting horrific acts to those who were unable to complete a task in under five seconds.
Timmy brought an extra book back for Lana. When nearly everyone had hoisted the books back to their desks, one of Timmy's classmates rose their hand. "Señora Akatina, what page?"
She glared at the poor student. "All of it, peasant! All four hundred eighteen. Now work or I shoot!"
The class groaned and opened up their books. Timmy noticed the textbooks were on mathematics, although Señora Akatina was supposed to teach English. Timmy didn't dare to ask.
Hau's voice broke out from beside Timmy. "Yooo, Lana! There you are, girl!"
Hau peaked around over Timmy to see Lana. She glanced up at Hau, worry displayed clearly on her face.
