mass sh☺☺ting , except walking into the bathroom at the end and stepping hard so anyone hiding in there will hear the sound of my heavy boots hitting the tile floor. bloody foot prints are the only evidence of where i've been.
opening each bathroom stall slowly , drwaing in a breath before slamming my open palm against each door, swinging it open and forcing it to slam into the wall of the next stall. again and again, until reaching the last stall.
my footsteps are heavy, lingering outside of the last stall. the gun on my shoulder is pulled around, grabbing the body of the gun and cocking it, the loud clack ringing through the bathroom. open palm presses against the bathroom door before coming back down to my side.
steel-toed boot makes contact with the poorly made bathroom door, forcing it to swing open. a scream cuts through the air as the eyes of a scared freshman lock into my barely visible ones.
the gun swings around, falling perfectly into my hands as it's pulled up to my chest, "peekaboo. ☺ "
bang!
i need more writing inspo ugh fuck my homofag sadist life