Baldi x Suicidal Reader (sad and 12+)
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In this story, you're extremely suicidal from your single mother and your brother constantly abusing you. You are 17 years old and you usually wear black, goth outfits under a black hoodie your dad gave to you before he died. You always have black finger less gloves your brother gave to you before he became corrupted by your mother. Baldi is a curious teacher at your school who seems to have taken a liking to you. He always helps you when you're incorrect (which you rarely are), but yells at others for being wrong. He always asks you to spend lunch with him but you don't trust him enough.
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