Baldi's Basics: The Show

(Please do not steal any of my original characters such as Charlie and Oliver! Make your own, silly!)

It's another beautiful day at "Here School," with the sun shining and the weirdly modeled birds chirping. The camera slowly zooms in down the hallway, showing Bully picking on Arts and Crafters and Playtime following Moxy, the statue girl, around. A loud, low bellow echoed through the hallways. All four students turned their heads to the end of the hall, where a faculty door and a Zesty Bar machine were.

The two troublemakers themselves, Charlie and Oliver, veered around the corner on top of a large bull. Oliver was laughing maniacally and Charlie's grip on the bull's black fur was so hard that he almost ripped it out.

Baldi angrily stormed out of his classroom, gripping his ruler tight. "WHAT IS ALL THAT NOISE?! IS THAT A BULL-?!"

Baldi was run over by the beast not a heartbeat later, lying on the ground with an arm over his body. Playtime began bawling her eyes out. (No bald men were harmed in the process)

Back to the goobers, they veered around another corner, running into walls and knocking down lockers and vending machines. "WHOO!" Oliver shouted, fists in the air.

"HOW IS THIS FUN TO YOU!?" Charlie cried through his teeth, which he was gritting loudly.

"FASTER, PENELOPE!"

"YOU NAMED IT?!"

The bull bellowed angrily, flaring its nostrils. They sped down the hall like a thrown dart, hurtling past other characters. The bull furiously tossed its head to the side, hitting a locker and leaving a dent in it. Charlie grabbed another handful of fur and struggled forward, his feet lifted in the air. He peeked over his best friend's shoulder to see an oncoming wall racing right after them.

The bull didn't turn the corner...

"WALL! WALL! WALL!" yelped Charlie, shaking his best friend's shoulder. Oliver, for once, screamed in fear and pulled at the bull's horns with all his strength. But it was too late. Charlie and Oliver glued their eyes shut, balling their fists.

But...

Nothing happened...and they couldn't feel the bull's muscular body beneath them...

Charlie opened his eyes to find himself falling through a void, the wind pushing against his face. He was relieved to see that Oliver was with him. He nudged his best friend's shoulder urgently. "Open your eyes, wh-where are we?!" he cried. Oliver flipped around in the air, arms outstretched.

"Ooo, some kind of void!" he said, his voice echoing throughout the black, endless pit of nothingness.

"Where's the bull?" Charlie whipped his head around, checking under, around, and above him for the beastie mammal.

"OK, first of all, her name is Penelope. Second of all-" Oliver paused. His eyes searched the void as they continued falling. "I have no idea..."

"F-forget Penelope!" Charlie sighed. "We need to focus on this instead. Where are we and how did we get here?"

Oliver and Charlie looked up, squinting their eyes. Oliver formed his hand into a circle and put it over his eye, which stretched through his hand like a spyglass. "I see the school up there," he said. "I think we glitched out the map!"

With one big thud, the two boys finally hit a hard yet smooth surface, no-clipping through a basic white ceiling. Oliver stood up in an instant and grabbed Charlie by the collar, placing him on his feet. Charlie was groaning and rubbing his back like an old man. They were in a white-tiled room with light-gray walls lined up with pictures. Charlie nervously walked over to one of the pictures; it was him with the label "Charlie Player" underneath. Next to that, a picture of the hell-spawn of a chalk piece was propped against the wall with a label that read "Oliver Chalk."