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Fantasy Creepy-Pasta School

{ Artorias questions how he got a teaching job, even though he applied, and was there during the decision, personally he feels they are too scared to fire him) 
"Ok you got me, I just wanted to backhand one of you two." Chuckles, going back to weapon organization, hoping to have it ready next time he holds a class
 
flak hops to his feet then walks over to valdus, says "you had it coming you electricity throwing idiot" then flicks him in the arm and walks away laughing
 
Chuckles, glad that both students left "Finally, they bicker like an old couple" grins putting two daggers, the electric cross spear, three greatsword, one larger then the others, one slightly petrified, and his greatsword, dripping with corruption, and a giant bow, unable to be held up and shot, thus it had a sharp spike to dig into the ground to hold it steady, all on a wall, labeling it, "do not touch"
 
He begins flicking his fingers multiple times towards flak's direction while acting like it was all a dance, sending multiple jolts of electricity to him.
 
Gathers five weapons, a large tooth, crude stone ax, strange stone dagger, thin stone sword, and a large stone greatsword, webbed with bits of dried blood putting them on a rack labeled "advanced"
 
Flak turns around setting his gaze on valdus then turns and runs down a corridor, barricading himself inside a room hoping to escape being shocked
 
Blasts the barricades and the door inwards where flak is with several mini thunderbolts 
"Damn my hands always hurt after I do that..."
 
Starts piling weapons together by type, having a section for greatsword, daggers, swords, and curved swords then a section for hammers, clubs, maces, and shields, and finally a section for bows
 
Growls, lifting flak by the neck, "watch where you're going punk" reaches into the new pile of weapons, taking out a whip, tossing flak away and cracking the whip "run"
 
Flak sprints away hoping to find somewhere to hide while at the same time screaming "Why me, why cant you kill shimmer!!!"
 

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