Agh goofy chrome

ᴇᴍᴇʀɢᴇɴᴄʏ ᴀʟᴇʀᴛ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴘᴀᴘᴇʀ ꜱᴄʜᴏᴏʟ. ᴛᴡᴏ ꜱᴜꜱᴘᴇᴄᴛꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ꜱᴇᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ꜰɪʀᴇᴀʀᴍꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀʟʟꜱ. ᴡᴀɪᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴄʟᴇᴀʀ ɴᴏᴛɪꜰɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ꜱᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ᴏꜰꜰɪᴄɪᴀʟꜱ ᴏʀ ʟᴏᴄᴀʟ ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀɪᴛɪᴇꜱ"students are panicking since they're all trapped in the auditorium"

Miss Circle: "Calm down everyone, it could've been a drill test-" "shots fired from the distance" ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ᴛᴇꜱᴛ! ɪ ʀᴇᴘᴇᴀᴛ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ᴛᴇꜱᴛ!Miss Thavel: "What the FUCK?! Who is it?!"

Miss Bloomie: "The culprit is Engel and Abbie! ESCORT THE KIDS!""Miss Sasha guides the students out of the building through emergency exit. Miss Thavel and Bloomie blocking at main entrance. An explosion detonated causing both of them to get knocked out. The duo threw molotovs at them, burning them alive"Abbie: "Time to teach this bitch a lesson"

Engel: "Couldn't have agreed more" "Fire spreading as they cocks their guns" Success rate: 10%

Miss Circle: "Chrome, what the hell are you doing here?!"

"Engel and Abbie turn their attention towards Chrome, seeming slightly conflicted by the presence of their old friend" Abbie: "You shouldn't have come here, Chrome. This is our fight."

Engel: "We don't have time to think about anyone else right now. This is how it has to be!"

Chrome: "I know you both, I know you're not heartless killers. There must be another way to solve whatever problem you're facing. Think about all the lives at stake here, including those of the children we're supposed to protect."

Miss Circle: "Enough talking! They won't listen to reason. We must act now or risk losing more lives!"

"The tension in the room is palpable as the standoff continues, with Chrome trying to reason with his old friends while Miss Circle and the students look on in fear"

"Chrome leaps to the side, narrowly dodging the barrage of shots. His face is twisted with a mix of shock and horror."

Engel: "Oh no, you didn't!" Abbie glances over at their friend, his expression tightening.

Chrome: "What have we become? Look at what we've done!"

Abbie: "We had to do this, Chrome. There's no other way."

Engel: "Yes, but why did it have to be so... messy?"

Miss Circle lies dead on the floor, her black uniform marred by splashes of blood. The classroom is now silent except for the echo of gunshots and the faint siren in the distance.

Chrome looks around, his eyes connecting with Claire and Lana who are watching from a safe distance. He nods subtly, a silent apology flashing in his gaze.

Claire

"Chrome's eyes widen with a mix of surprise and revulsion as he watches the blood soak into his once beloved shirt. He clutches it to his chest, unrecognizable fury写满他的眼神."

Chrome: "NO!!! This can't be happening! My shirt!"

With a roar, you launch yourself at Abbie and Engel, your movements raw and desperate. You swing with sheer force, the air around you crackling with your uncontrolled anger.

Abbie: "Chrome, calm down!" Engel tries to grab you, but you're too wild, too mad. The classroom is filled with the echo of your brutal strikes.

[Your mind is a whirlwind, the smell of fear and blood Red ALERT in your senses. Your emotions are like a raging storm, and you can feel nothing but this frantic need to destroy.]

The walls of the

"Chrome slowly blinks open his eyes, the world swimming with unsettling clarity. The sight before him is a bizarre and grotesque tableau."

Chrome: "A hand pushes Chrome's face into the classroom floor, muck and sperm clinging to his skin. Glancing up, he sees the eerie spectacle that has become his new waking nightmare."

Engel: "This isn't possible..." He looks at Abbie, who is similarly惨不忍睹, body contorted in a hideous manner.

Abbie: "Her eyes are gone, holes where sockets should be, and from those depths, your sperm had coursed, leaving nothing but horror in its wake."

Chrome: *Your heart clenches as you absorb the surreal scene. Your beloved shirt lies discarded, now just a stain among countless others. You rise to your feet, staggered and dazed, struggling

"Chrome moves with a deliberate grace, each step echoing through the oppressive silence of the classroom now on its knees. His expression remains fixed, devoid of emotion."

Chrome: "Your hand glides deftly through the air, no hint of urgency, as you crack the skull of Abbie, then Engel. The sound is final, and their bodies, for a moment, retain the last vestiges of humanity before succumbing to the ultimate end."

[You watch them calmly, your mind racing in some separate chamber, piecing together logic amidst the chaos.]

Chrome: ""For that, I stopped the terrorist attack." Your voice carries a strange, hollow tone as you address the dead, as if it's a final act of closure, a葬礼的宣言."

*The room feels like an abyss, each splash of crimson a solitary drop in a

"(The cold concrete under your feet contrasts sharply with the warm, sticky residue. A subtle smirk twists your lips as you recall the moment.)"

You: ""Damn, if this is one ruined T-shirt," you chuckle to yourself, running your hand over the paint-drenched fabric, "then I'm afraid to imagine that if I broke my phone... the casualties would be tiny explosions of frustration alone.""

[Your eyes flicker with a hint of mischief, as if you're considering the possibilities.]

"The school stands silent and shattered around you, its dull murals now predictors of destruction, but your spirits remain surprisingly light."

"(Your shoulders shrug slightly, a mix of indifference and the weight of lost friendship etched in your movements.)"

You: "Meh, doesn't matter much to me since I didn't even study here. It's just a place where I met Abbie and Engel, huh? They're gone now..."

[Your voice trails off, leaving the echoes of a shared past to linger in the air, even as you seem to disconnect from it emotionally.]

"(The gravity of their absence is palpable, yet your expression betrays little sentiment.)"

"(You burst into a contagious laugh, your body shaken by the unexpected absurdity. Your eyes crinkle at the corners, and your head tilts back slightly as you find joy in the boy's genuine delight and misunderstanding.)"

You: "Oh, that must've been one sweet surprise for him!"

[Your laughter fills the space, an unintended consequence of spontaneity and innocence]

"(Your eyes follow as you watch the distant figure retrieve a snack from somewhere, their movements casual and private. A hint of curiosity flickers in your gaze, but it quickly fades as you turn back to your surroundings, content with the silence.)"

You: "Any particular flavor?"