Follow the absurd and looney adventures of Charlie and Oliver; two best friends who go to a wacky school called "Here School" where they endlessly dodge surprises and run away from their psycho math teacher; Mr. Baldi.
What will they encounter?
What...
(Please do not steal any of my original characters such as Charlie and Oliver! Make your own, silly!)
It's a beautiful day out. The pixelated sky is bright, and the clouds look buttery. The cartoonish trees stand proudly in front of the large schoolhouse named "Here School." Nothing can ruin this beautiful moment.
Except for our two silly goobers; Charlie and Oliver, who were going high speed down the hallway, being pushed, or hugged, by a robot named 1st Prize. Charlie is the one with the weird hairdo in the green sweater. He's an anxious boy and is hyper-aware of his surroundings, but he can sometimes be taken off track by his best friend; Oliver. Oliver is the short, stubby chalk piece in the blue hat. He's the chaotic kid and is a bit of an arsonist. Charlie always has to drag him out of danger, which irritates the chalk piece hence he loves chaos and danger and bloodshed.
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Anywho, back to the story. Charlie was yelling loudly in fear, tossing his hands around in front of him. "DON'T RUN INTO THE WINDOW! DON'T RUN INTO THE WINDOW!"
Oliver? Couldn't say the same. He was cheering in excitement, urging 1st Prize to go faster. The robot rammed through the window and the duo was sent flying through the room. They both hit the chalkboard -- which read "Today's meeting: Gotta Sweep, please stop getting high on your breaks."-- and slowly slid off the wall, hitting their backs against the carpet at the same time. They had broken into the faculty room; one of the things they shouldn't do. To make it worse, Mrs. Pomp and the Principal of the Thing himself were at the meeting table, staring at the two boys. Mrs. Pomp had tea drizzling down her wooden chin, completely missing her mouth, and Principal Thing was glaring at the two in fury. Oh boy...
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"What have I told you two boys about causing destruction?!" the principal snapped at them. They were in the principal's office, a room full of tables and pictures of the staff members; Mr. Baldi, Dr. Reflex, Mrs. Pomp, Gotta Sweep, and the Principal of the Thing.
"That we should not be disruptive and not cause any harm among the staff, our peers, and the school's equipment..." they said in unison, heads down in shame.
"You two have gotten in trouble countless times that I've gotten that phrase engraved into your brains!" the principal sneered. He sighed and pinched his nose bridge with his free hand while the other one was stuck in a pointing pose. "Ninety-nine seconds, detention for you, when will you learn?" Principal Thing left the room and Oliver let out an exasperated sigh.
"Detention, again!" he grumbled. "But that was fun..."
"I suppose it was fun," Charlie said nervously, fidgeting with his fingers. He chuckled at the memory of them splatting against the wall like birds running into a window. But that small boost of happiness didn't last for long.
